#(HE IS SO HAPPY !!!!!!!! BEAUTIFUL !!!!!! HANDSOME !!!!!!!!!!!!! THE SLIGHT STUBBLE !!!!! HIS BIG SMILE !!!!!! THE HAIR)

[russellius]

2023 ITALIAN GP : Thursday | © Ryan Pierse

[stuckysbike]

Give Me Tonight

A/n: please forgive me it’s been a long long time since I’ve written anything, much less posted. All mistakes are my own. Written on my phone.

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: smut, slight angst, soft!Dom Bucky, p in v sex, allusion to oral sex, breeding kink, cheating kink (is that a kink?)

You sighed, looking one last time at your watch.

Late, again.

With a huff you snatched your clutch off the bar and swallowed down the last of your drink. You turned, ignoring the pitying looks the bartender and other patrons sent you only to see someone slide onto the stool next to yours.

“Stood up?” A gruff voice asked.

You looked up and met beautiful blue eyes. The man was devilishly handsome with a sharp stubbled jaw and a dimple in his chin. By the way he carried himself, he knew it too.

“My husband,” you sighed as you crossed your legs and rested your elbow on the bar. You didn’t miss his eyes lingering on your thighs as your movement had your dress ride up your leg.

“He’s a fool,” the man said signalling for a drink. A few moments later a fresh drink was set down for you both. “Did he treat you right on Valentine’s Day?”

You snorted and toyed with your napkin. “Stood me up then too. Chose work over me. I stayed home with our two sons.”

The man clicked his tongue in disappointment. “Did you at least have a nice evening with them?”

“I did,” you admitted. “We built a blanket fort, told ghost stories and had too much junk food. Like Halloween only in spring.”

Your boys loved halloween and you weren’t above recreating it for them just to see their happy little faces light up.

The man laughed heartily and you didn’t miss the wistful look lingering in his eye. “Your husband is a lucky man.” He said softly, confident in his knowledge.

“And can you believe he wants another child!” You turned to him and raised your eyebrows. “I think he wants a daughter you know.” You confided.

“Is that so. I would say bedding you is no hardship Doll,” he practically growled the last bit, his eyes roaming over your body.

You felt self conscious for a moment, you’d had two kids, your body wasn’t perfect like some of the other woman in this bar, and your curves felt a bit rounder than everyone else’s.

“He’s never around,” you turned back to your drink and tried to push your insecurities away.

“Run away with me,” he said suddenly taking your hand in his.

You looked up startled. His eyes twinkled mischievously and his smile had you clenching your thighs together. He was close and the masculine scent curled around your senses in the dimly lit bar.

“Where to?” You leaned in closer pushing your breasts together. The slow jazz in the background seemed to fade, it was only you and he right here.

“Wherever your heart desires,” he said with a soft tilt of his lips. His eyes flicked over your face and you felt your heart thump harder in your chest.

“Smooth bastard. What about my boys?”

“They can come. I’m great with kids.” His confidence pulled you into his web and you found yourself falling more and more.

“They adore their father, they think he built the city brick by brick with his bare hands,” you said smiling to yourself. “And I must say I love him like crazy, but lately I’ve been missing him more.”

His smile was sad, a big thumb reached out to stroke your cheek. You leaned your face into the cool metal of his left hand and let your eyes drift closed for a moment. You imagined running away, starting fresh where no one knew you, where no one could find you. Where you had this man all to yourself. You were sorely tempted to agree.

“He’d come after us,” you said as you met his eyes accepting that you just couldn’t escape your life.

“Yeah?” He asked, his eyebrow moving.

“Oh yes,” you nodded confidently. “He’ll always come for us.”

“Give me tonight darlin’, come to bed with me for a few hours and I’ll treasure the memory for the rest of my life,” he swallowed, his eyes pleading.

You reached a hand out and fixed his hair, moving it behind his ear. “Okay,” you agreed as you slipped your wedding ring into your purse. His eyes followed the movement. “What do I call you?”

“Call me Bucky.”

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His hands were everywhere; cupping your face, bunching your dress up to squeeze your ass, pawing at your breasts and gripping your waist as he kissed you breathless.

You couldn’t keep your hands off him either, pushing the crisp white shirt from his broad shoulders and tugging at his belt.

His firm stomach muscles jumped when you finally slid your hand inside his boxers to wrap your fingers around his impressive girth.

“What’s that you’ve found, huh?” He teased, his breath tickling your ear. You have him a few slow pumps, twisting your wrist at the head to spread the precum.

His moan sounded more like a whine and you smirked. “Has it been a while,” you asked.

He nodded, and you released him, hooking your thumbs into his boxers to push them down.

”I’ll taste you later Doll I promise, I’ll eat you out until the sun comes up, just- I need you now,” he licked a spot under your ear and you arched your body against his.

Your panties were soaked as he dragged them down your legs and off your feet. Bucky shoved your dress up around your hips and his pants were around his thighs as he pushed into you in one smooth stroke.

You sighed in pleasure, letting your head sink into the plush luxury hotel pillows. Kicking your heels off you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“So wet, you feel so good dollface,” his mouth attacked to yours, his tongue pushing against your tongue. You submitted relaxing into him and letting him take the lead, but he stayed his hips, teasing you with his length.

“Bucky,” you murmured.

He hummed and ducked to suck your nipple into his mouth. You moaned into his neck and tugged on his hair, but he still didn’t move his hips.

“Please fuck me,” you pleaded clenching around him. Bucky raised his shoulders, his hands on either side of your head. He drew out slowly, blew you a kiss and slammed back into your wet channel.

You cried out, your fingernails gripping into his ass as he thrust into you again and again. His dog tags bumped between your tits and you tugged on them to pull him closer kissing him again.

“Oh my god,” you sighed pushing your fingers through his soft hair and stroking down his back.

His cock drove into you relentlessly, and all you could do was hang on and let him control the pace.

“You like that?” Bucky growled into your ear.

“Yes, please,” you panted. Bucky bit your jaw and you cried out. “right there.” You said as his cock bumped your sweet spot.

“Dirty girl, cheating on your husband with me, I’m not even wearing a rubber,” Bucky tugged your earlobe between his teeth. “I might leave a baby in you.”

You sobbed, nodding into his neck begging and pleading incoherent words against his skin.

“What will your husband say? About me putting a baby in you?” He growled. His fingers laced through your hair and he pulled your head back, kissing you harshly.

You were too far gone to respond right away but Bucky was having none of it. His eyes searched your face and he curled his lips back from his teeth when you didn’t answer.

“Doll,” he growled tugging on your hair again. “Tell me what he’ll do?”

“He loves me,” you sobbed.

“Yeah, I bet he does,” Bucky kissed your throat. “I know he does.”

“Please,” you tugged his hair lost now, your lips babbling nonsense. “Loves me, please I can’t - Buck I-.”

He chuckled, the sound almost cruel as he ground his hips into yours and slipped a hand between your bodies. You squeezed his cock in your pussy, overstimulated and desperate to cum. Bucky growled and used his thumb to stimulate your swollen clit.

“Okay baby, you cum with me,” he growled.

You let go, and the coil snapped as relief flooded your muscles. Your body fell but Bucky caught you, his lips against the skin, arms holding you to him.

“Bucky,” you sighed as he thrust several more times before he painted your channel with his spend.

You lay in limbo, Bucky between your legs as you stroked the back of his head and peppered kisses on his scruffy cheek.

“That was,” you sighed as you caught your breath. “I love you,”

“I love you too baby,” Bucky murmured against his lips. “I’m sorry about Valentine’s Day.”

“It’s okay, you were with your boyfriends, they needed your attention,” you teased him. “Where’s your wedding ring?”

“In my wallet,” he said and you raised an eyebrow.

“Keep it in there often?” You asked playfully.

“Only if I’m on a date with Steve and Sam,” he winked.

You laughed, pushing at his shoulder. “You’re heavy,” you complained. Bucky rolled onto his back easily taking you with him. He kissed you as he stroked your hair back from your face. “So what did you do on Valentine’s Day?”

Bucky snorted. “I was stuck in a motel room with the thinnest walls in history and I had to listen to Sam rail Steve all night.”

“It was hardly all night,” you giggled.

“It was all night. Wilson may not be a supersoldier but he has enviable stamina!”

You laughed again, and Bucky smiled up at you, glad to be the cause of your mirth.

“Let’s take a shower and then I’ll make slow sweet love to you,” he said.

“Bucky,” you sighed dropping a gentle kiss to his lips. “Make love to me now. The shower can wait. We have a baby to make.”

“Insatiable woman,” he teased and you laughed into his chest.

Later, as he lay on his belly snoring softly next to you his heavy arm draped over your tummy, you watched the city lights twinkle.

You weren’t upset about Valentine’s Day and he knew that. Days like that didn’t matter when you and he had a thousand moments you could share any day of the year.

[harrypotterandthefandomaccount]

Headcanons For Dating George Weasley

request: hey!!!! i love ur work sm, i reread ur headcanons more times than i’d like to admit!! any concerning remus, ron or george would be bloody brilliant!! like how any of the three would be jealous, or dating them would include or basically anything i will immediately combust into flames!!!

note: hi everyone!! long time no posting! i feel like i’ve been cheating on you all for my mcu account @avengers-age-of-fanfics lmao, but i promise im back and i have a few things in my drafts so keep a lookout! thank u for staying patient :)

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george has had his eyes on you for a long time, always trying to be in the same classes as you and trying to be your partner in every class.

will literally owl you and ask what classes you’re taking just so he can be in the same ones with you.

before you even get together, fred has had to deal with george talking about you. all. the. time.

it’s not like fred doesn’t like you - he does! but hearing george talk about you 24/7 is a bit suffocating.

his words may mix up and he may stumble, but his feelings are the same and fred can’t help but facepalm.

“isn’t she/he/they just gorgeous, fred?” “i get it, georgie. you’re obsessed and won’t do anything about it.”

george definitely stares at you in class and if you catch him, he’ll either whistle and play it off or wink at you, wishing he was confident to just ask you out already.

gets hit a couple times by fred for being a creep and staring at you for too long. george definitely has a bruise forming at the back of his head.

fred would tell george to “grow a pair and get on with it, you git!”

you’d be so confused and look at george with a slight smile on your face, asking what his twin means.

george would sigh and come clean, telling you how he’s had feelings for you for a few months now and he can’t help but admire how beautiful/handsome you are.

you’d giggle, looking up at george and wrapping your arms around his neck, saying you like him too.

george then proceeds to kiss you all over your face, making you laugh even more.

“finally!” fred would yell from behind the door.

NEVER confusing him with fred. both twins would be surprised as to how you could tell them apart, and he’d love that about you - not comparing them or ‘guessing’ on who is who.

george takes you on many dates into hogsmeade and loves spoiling you over little items and trinkets

keeping a little box of the items he buys you and if he ever finds it, he will definitely tear up.

has many nicknames for you, mostly including “love” “sweetheart” and “darling”

if george is feeling extra love-y, will probably slide a “sweet girl/boy” in there.

always saves you a seat at breakfast, lunch, and dinner, right next to him.

will steal food off your plate when you’re not looking or when you’re having a conversation.

george loves the height difference between you two, always craning his head to look down at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

even if you are taller than him, he just enjoys looking at you

loves smelling your hair and kissing your head.

small moments of pda, like holding hands and kissing your cheek. not a huge pda guy but will sometimes do it just to show that you’re taken

has a really cute habit of kissing your knuckles or just your hand in general

george honestly just loves holding onto you, whether it be your hand, waist, thigh under the table, anything. he loves the feeling of security he gets when he feels your warmth.

he almost melts when you squeeze your hand back, rubbing your thumb against his hand.

gives you piggyback rides :’)

while he isnt into pda, when you two are alone, george certainly is the exact opposite!!!!!

he loves cuddling you and kissing you almost every minute

holds you on his lap whenever you both are alone, mindlessly rubbing his hand over your legs/thighs. will tell you how beautiful/handsome you are.

if you are chest-to-back, he loves just simply holding your hands in his, comparing the sizes and whispering in your ear.

lays on top of you just for fun and will give you kisses all over your face.

big spoon whenever you two cuddle. obsessed with the feeling of holding onto you and having his nose either in your hair or neck.

however he does have his days when he needs to be the little spoon and be cuddled by you

loves making you laugh if his nose or stubble tickles you.

crawling into bed with him when you can’t sleep and he automatically wraps his arms around you, pulling you close, legs tangled.

george will squeeze you, just to make sure that you’re real and with him.

is lowkey very jealous and protective of you.

he’s always been fred’s shadow, so whenever he sees someone flirting with what’s his, george gets very protective and is sure to make known that you’re his.

can sometimes shut down and think he isn’t good enough for you, that you like fred better.

you will not tolerate your boyfriend, your little bby, feeling like this, “georgie, i love YOU. sure, i love fred as a brother, but i love you as my partner. you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

he’d smile at you, worry still gracing his face, but he’d still be thankful, “thank you, my love. . . cuddle time?”

“just gotta remind my boyfriend of how wonderful he is, georgie. c’mon, let’s go cuddle. i’ll be the big spoon tonight :)”

you love stealing his jumpers, especially the one molly made him

spending lots of time at the burrow and wearing many of his clothes just because they smell like george

“why don’t you just wear your own, love?” he’d never admit that he loves seeing you in his clothes

“they dont smell like you, georgie.”

molly adoring you and george being proud for having you as a girlfriend/boyfriend/partner

being very close to ginny and having girl nights with her and hermione, which sometimes makes george jealous.

OR having boys nights with ron, harry, fred, percy, bill and charlie - whenever they were home.

learning from both the twins how to pull off great pranks - which is a mistake.

telling him you love him every chance you get, making him blush and kiss your cheek.

being each other’s first time and he is so sweet about it, making sure everything is perfect and that you’re okay.

george loves whispering in your ear and telling you how good you are for him.

while you aren’t happy about him and fred dropping out to start a joke shop, you are still there to support them both.

becoming their financial advisor and overall advisor for everything they do.

george telling you how much he appreciates you whenever you both leave the shop together to go home, holding hands.

fighting by his side during the wizarding war and being scared for fred when he is injured, but thank merlin, fred makes a full recovery.

moving in together after the war, realizing you could never leave his side. he then surprises you by proposing, saying that if you died, he’d never be able to live with himself.

george loves you for who you are, and vise versa. you’d never change anything about him because he is his own person, and you fell in love with george weasley.

[eberles]

Red Roses

Nolan Patrick

A/N: this is prompted by new found love for Nolan, i’ll admit it took me too long to hop on his train, but i’m here now so you guys get fluffy, smut! 🥰🥰 join my taglist

Warnings: smut, swearing, 18+

Today is a day you weren’t usually fond of because you never had a reason to celebrate. You’d sit at home with chocolate and cry over romance movies or send yourself flowers and act surprised when they got delivered. Today is Valentine's Day and this year you weren’t going to be moping around by yourself choking on heart shaped candies.

You woke up feeling refreshed, a smile immediately planted to your face, a giddy feeling running through your entire body. You unlocked your phone, feeling your cheeks heat up when you saw a “happy valentine’s day, baby!” text from your boyfriend. Your heart pitter-pattering in your chest and the butterflies already erupting in your stomach.

You and Nolan have been together for almost 10 months and it’s been the best 10 months you’ve ever experienced. You’ve been so excited to finally celebrate your first Valentine’s Day with him and although he had practice during the day, he was all yours tonight.

When the evening rolled around you were putting the final touches on your hair when your phone started ringing with an incoming call from Nolan.

“Hi, bub!” you spoke happily into the phone, picturing the way his cheeks get red when you call him pet names and his eyes roll playfully.

“Hi, princess. I’m almost there.” Nolan mumbled, and you felt the excitement wash over you again. You weren’t sure what it was, but you couldn’t contain yourself and the feelings you had about today.

“Make sure you stop and get flowers.” you reminded him jokingly, a small giggle leaving your lips when you heard him fake sigh.

“What if I already did that?” Nolan asked, you could tell by his voice that he was trying to hide his smile, the big bouquet of flowers in the passenger seat next to him.

“Well then you’re perfect.” you laughed, looking in the mirror one last time before you heard a knock on your front door. “You can come in, you know?”

Nolan waited at your front door for you to open it so the first thing you saw was a giant bouquet of roses in his hands. your eyes widened and you let out a small squeal reaching for them, “They’re beautiful, thank you!”

Nolan followed you to the kitchen and watched as you put the flowers into a face on your kitchen island. Once Nolan was able to get a good look at you his breath hitched in his throat, cheeks turning pink, and his eyes looking you up and down. The red dress you were wearing fitting you like a glove and accentuating all your curves perfectly. You smirked, feeling like a queen under his stare and clearing your throat, “Well don’t you look handsome.”

“I’m actually speechless, you’re...stunning.” He finally met your eyes and felt his heart turning to mush at the wide smile covering your face. Nolan placed his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him and dipping his head down to kiss your lips. He had one hand cupping your face gently, his thumb stroking your cheek delicately, your skin feeling tingly at his touch. “Baby, as much as I wanna take you out, I think we should stay in.”

“But the restaurant-”

“Will still be there tomorrow.” Nolan finished, backing you into the island centered in your kitchen, his hands on your hips leading the way and igniting a fire in your stomach. “I don’t think it’s fair for everyone to see what you in this dress does to me.”

You gulped attempting to cover the small whimper begging to escape at his words filling your ears and your imagination running wild. His lust filled eyes bringing you into a trance, his hands rubbing up and down your sides warming your whole body. Nolan’s lips inched closer and closer to yours until they finally connected in a deep kiss. Your hands tangle in his hair pulling him closer to you, while Nolan’s hands travel the length of your torso landing on your butt giving it a soft squeeze. You gasped into his mouth, giving him the perfect opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth.

Nolan pulls away to leave wet kisses down your neck, biting softly at the exposed skin and grabbing the backs of your thighs to hoist you onto the counter. He stood between your legs, your dress bunched up around your upper thighs, as they squeezed his sides. His large hands were around the sides of your face as you kissed, his warm tongue running along your lips before moving into your mouth again. Your hands were wrapped in his hair, pulling slightly at the length, a small moan escaping Nolan’s lips. You pulled apart and he nipped and kissed all around your neck and collarbones leaving marks here and there and you were panting heavily at the contact, feeling the heat pooling between your legs. “Nols, bed. Now.”

Nolan licked his lips, giving you another quick kiss before taking you in his arms and walking down the hall to your bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. Nolan put you down in front of your floor length mirror, turning you around so your back was pressed against his chest and you could feel his hard length against you making your legs shaky. His strong gaze looked at you through the mirror and you could feel his fingers toying with the zipper on your dress. “I love this dress, babe, but I’d rather take it off you.”

He kissed your cheek, starting on the zipper moving it down painfully slow. When he finally finished unzipping, you removed the straps letting the red dress fall to the floor before turning around in his arms. You didn’t give him the time to cherish your lingerie before you stood on your tippy toes to kiss him. Always loving the way his soft lips feel against your own, the way they always mold together like missing puzzle pieces, you didn’t even mind the slight stubble he had. Your fingers untucked his black dress shirt from his pants before working on undoing the buttons as you kissed him. You finished the buttons, pushing the shirt off his broad shoulders and moving your hands down to undo his belt too.

You pushed his pants down to his ankles and Nolan pulled away from your lips to step out of them. You were about to slip your hands in his boxers, your mouth watering at how hard he was for you, when he grabbed your hands holding them both in his to stop your actions. Both of you were slightly out of breath with your chests rising and falling, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing at all, I just want to appreciate you tonight, pretty girl.” Nolan mumbled, shrugging his shoulders and walking you to your bed. “Lay down.”

You did as he said, laying on your back with your head on the pillows, Nolan hovered above you putting most of his weight on his arms, one of his knees moving between your legs. You moaned at the slight contact, feeling your face heat up when Nolan smirked down at you and started planted kisses on your chest. One of his hands kneading at your breasts over the lace lingerie, his mouth sucking marks into the skin above your bra. He reaches behind you to undo the clasp on your bra, pulling the straps down your arms and throwing the lace somewhere over his shoulder. Nolan sucks in a breath, taking your appearance in, loving the way your hair splays out around your head and how your lips are raw and swollen from kissing him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, princess.” you giggled, the butterflies filling your stomach for what felt like the 100th time that day. Nolan had the ability to make you feel like the only person in the world and your heart swelled at that. He left hot kisses on your breast, swirling your nipple around his tongue while his warm hand worked on the other, twisting your nipple between his fingers. Small, needy whimpers left your throat as he switched sides and your hips bucked against his knee in anticipation. He pressed his leg closer to your core giving you a small amount of friction, allowing you to grind into him before moving his leg away.

Nolan continued down your body, leaving wet kisses along your stomach as his hands continued to palm over your breasts, toying with your nipples between his fingers. Your hands were gripping the sheets next to you feeling a burning pit in your stomach dying for release. He licked at the skin above the waistband on your panties and cupped your center feeling how wet you were through the material. “Please do something, Nolan.”

“Be patient, sweetheart.” Nolan admired the lace sitting across your hips before pulling the fabric down your legs and letting you kick it to the floor. He pressed his lips to yours, swiping his middle finger across your core, his thumb working against your clit. You gasped into his mouth, your head rolling back against the pillows as his fingers worked at your entrance, he curled them inside you and his thumb circled around your clit sending you over the edge. A combination of your boyfriend's name and moans leaving your lips as the orgasm hits you. He removes his fingers, licking them clean and holding back a moan, giving you a minute to catch your breath as he takes his boxers off before joining you back on the bed. You moan again watching him, biting your lip seeing his hard length as he lays on his side next to you. The sound of your moans and the taste of you on his fingers only made him want you more, the aura surrounding getting you off was a completely euphoric feeling for him. “You’re so good to me, baby.”

You take him in your hand, pumping him slowly as your thumb swipes across his tip and it takes everything in him to pull your hand away, wanting nothing more than to just be buried inside you. Nolan plants himself between your thighs, positioning himself at your entrance and you cup his cheeks pulling him down for another sweet kiss, your breath hitching feeling his tip run across your wet slit a few times. You both let out throaty moans when he finally entered you, his cock filling you up to the brim, he stayed still letting you adjust to his size like he always did. You moved your legs, wrapping your thighs around his hips pulling him deeper into you, Nolan letting out a small grunt at your movements. “Fuck, you always feel so good.”

You moaned at his small praises and gave him the okay move. He took his time, enjoying every sensation of having you wrapped around him, his thrusts hitting you deep. His chest was pressed against yours, and your fingers were interlaced with his above your head. He kissed your lips, your tongues tangled, both of you moaning and groaning into each other's mouths. His lovely moans filled your ears as he continued his slow thrusting into you. His cheeks were flushed as he pressed his forehead into yours, looking into your eyes, he let out a deep moan feeling your pussy clenching around him. Nolan could tell you were close to the edge and he sped up his thrusts, making sure to hit your sweet spot everytime, your eyes fluttering closed and your head feeling fuzzy. “Open your eyes baby, look at me.”

“Oh god, fuck.” You whimpered, forcing your eyes open no matter at how bad they wanted to squeeze shut at the pleasure taking over your body. Your hands squeezed his as your orgam washed over you, your toes curling and your legs shaking around his hips.

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this.” He fucked you through your orgasm, feeling himself twitch inside you, his own orgasm coming over him as he tightened his grip on your interlaced hands and dug them into the mattress. Nolan pressed his lips into yours as he came down from his high, kissing fervently for a few seconds before he pulled away from your lips, and rolled onto his back with you on top of him, still buried inside you. You laid across his body, your chests pressed together, and you looked into his eyes as he pushed some hair out of your face and moved it behind your ear. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. I love you.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, bub, I love you more.”

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The Worst Vacation

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend surprises you on your vacation with your work friends...

Note: Inspired by my trip to AZ which was terrible so this is kind of based off real events that happened to me but dramatized for the story, and of course inserting my baby daddy Drew😛.

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Life works in funny ways…

I never expected to find the love of my life a little over a year ago. Drew came unexpectedly into my life and we instantly had a connection. I know, I know...sounds extremely cliche, but it’s the truth.

Although our relationship was mostly long distance, we made it work. Sure it was really hard sometimes not having him around, but once I graduated from college we planned on moving in together. It might seem a bit fast since we have only been together a year, but I’m ready and I know Drew’s the one I want to spend forever with.

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I go on vacation with a girl I work with every year, Sally, since I started working with her two years ago. This year, we chose to go to Arizona. I was super excited because we had also planned on going to Las Vegas and Los Angeles.

Drew was extremely supportive and was happy that I was getting the opportunity to travel. I was hesitant with wanting to go at first because I had wanted to save up enough money to visit Drew while he was filming.

However, we both agreed his schedule was too hectic at the time and that we wouldn’t be able to properly spend time with each other. We were both disappointed, but still I was excited to go with my friend.

Or so I thought…

The trip was slowly turning into a disaster, everything that could have gone wrong did. My friend had brought along her niece, Caroline, which I didn’t mind despite not knowing her very well. It felt like the trip was mainly focused on them and I was just there to be the chauffeur.

I called Drew the first three nights of my stay crying because they were so awful to me. Drew being the sweet man he is offered to pay for a flight home, but I declined. I already had spent too much money to not finish out the trip.

“But sweetheart, if you’re not having a good time there’s no point in being there.” Drew pressed, his handsome face lighting up my phone screen.

“I know honey, but I’ve already spent a thousand dollars for this trip. I can’t just come home and leave them here.” I sighed, snuggling further into what would be my bed for another 10 dreadful days.

“I’ll give you the money back angel, I just don’t want you to be miserable when this is supposed to be a relaxing trip.” Drew insisted.

“I’m not taking your money Drew you spoil me enough.” I smiled, wishing more than anything he was lying here with me so I could kiss his cute face.

“I always want to spoil you baby, you mean the world to me.” he professed, grinning widely afterwards.

“I miss you so much,” I whispered, my heart aching to feel his strong arms around me.

“I miss you more,” he whispered back, pouting his lips slightly.

We talked until one of us fell asleep only to call back the next morning. My friends even had the nerve to comment on how much I talked to him.

“It’s a little obsessive...I mean you guys have been together for what a year?” Sally condescended, narrowing her eyes at me.

“Yeah? So what?” I questioned, the annoyance clear in my tone.

“I’m just saying it’s weird.” she scoffed, crossing her arms behind her head as we laid out in the sun by our pool.

“It’s weird for me to talk to my boyfriend?” I asked, making sure I was extra sarcastic.

“Every second of the day...yeah.” she chuckled, making my blood boil even higher.

I chose to be the bigger person however, and just kept to myself.

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The 5th day of my vacation, I hadn’t heard from Drew the whole day. It worried me, but I was also thinking about what Sally said. Maybe I was being clingy…

A knock on the door startled me from my thoughts. I thought maybe one of the girls had ordered food or something, so I opened the door and my mouth dropped open.

“Hi baby,” Drew greeted, my eyes watering from pure joy.

“Drew! What are you doing here?!” I asked excitedly, throwing myself in his arms.

“I came to see my baby,” he mumbled into my cheek, placing a gentle kiss on the red skin from being in the sun.

“Are you actually fucking kidding me?!” Sally exclaimed from behind us.

“Well nice to meet you too.” Drew mumbled sarcastically while letting go of me but not completely.

“Chill Sally, he’s just here a few days.” I huffed, rolling my eyes as I turned to face her.

“This is supposed to be OUR vacation!” She reiterated, throwing her arms out.

“It still is our vacation,” I emphasized.

“Not when you’ll be all over your boyfriend!” she shouted.

“I barely get to see him as it is Sal, you know that.” I said softly, trying to gain an empathy pass so she would just leave me alone.

“Whatever,” she sighed, clearly irritated as she stomped off.

I paid her no mind since she threw fits all the time like this. I pulled Drew to the room I was staying in, slamming the door shut. Drew threw his stuff by mine, then smirked at me and tackled me on the bed. I let out a little squeal, beaming up at the handsome man that I got to call mine.

“I’m so happy now,” I confessed, biting down on my lip to try and keep my tears in.

“Me too my love,” Drew whispered, sealing our lips for the first real kiss we had shared in a long time.

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Today was the day we were taking a drive to Las Vegas, which I was very very excited for. It was a nice change to wake up to soft kisses instead of Sally barging in here and demanding I wake up.

“Good morning beautiful,” Drew murmured in his deep morning voice, his kisses continuing their loving assault.

“This is a very nice wake up,” I giggled, snuggling further into him.

Drew hummed in agreement against the skin of my neck, his slight stubble tickling the delicate area. His large hands felt up the curve of my hips, taking my(his) shirt with them.

Drew had always claimed since we started dating that he was obsessed with the wide curves that I hated more than anything. He even said he loved how thick my thighs were, which I never thought in a million years I’d hear come from a man’s mouth.

“I love you, my girl. ” he whispered, my heart fluttering in my chest.

“I love you, my man.” I whispered back.

Our moment was rudely interrupted when Sally banged on the door saying we needed to hurry up. I couldn’t control my eyes from rolling in annoyance as Drew and I untangled from each other. We got ready quickly before making our way to the car to start the four hour trip.

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The drive was smooth sailing, Drew and I taking turns driving while Sally pouted about having to sit in the back. My hand clenched Drew’s tightly at her sly comments. Luckily, Drew wasn’t having it with her since he knew I wouldn't say anything.

“So this is the guy you’ve been obsessing over for the past year?” she asked snootily, knowing it would irritate me.

“I think it’s more like I’m obsessed with her.” Drew spoke up, squeezing my hand before smiling at me.

“Really? She never shuts up about you.” Sally retorted, raising a challenging brow at him.

“Well, I’m glad because I’m the same way with my friends, they love her.” Drew chuckled, but I could tell he was just as irritated as I was.

We stopped to get gas thankfully or otherwise I would have exploded. I stomped inside to the restrooms, slamming the stall door shut.

I got in the drivers side after I came out, Drew waiting by the door to open it for me. I smiled small at him, getting on my tipey toes to kiss him quickly before getting in.

We finally had made it, but things were not looking good. I had accidentally ended up in the old part of Vegas instead of the main strip, and Sally blew up on me.

“How can you be so fucking stupid is it really that hard to type shit in on a map?!” she screeched.

“It’s not that big of a deal, we're not far,” Caroline commented, annoyed with her aunt's attitude.

“God this is a fucking disaster I don’t even want to be here anymore!” she shouted, my hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. Drew sat in silence, not sure what to do to diffuse the tension.

“God will you just shut up! I don’t know where every fucking place is in the world! This is my first time here just as it is yours, now just shut the hell up and let me concentrate!” I finally snapped, angrily typing on my phone to figure out where we needed to be.

I found where Caesar’s Palace was located, and they just so happened to have free parking as well. I slammed the gas and took us there. Drew and I got out of the car, but Sally and Caroline didn’t budge.

A few minutes later, Caroline storms out of the car slamming the door as hard as she could. She rushed past Drew and I, heading towards the exit.

“I’m sorry y/n, I hate that she treats you like that.” Caroline spoke up once we exited the parking garage.

“I’m used to it, she talks to me like that at work too.” I confessed, Drew whipping his head towards me.

“Y-You never told me that…” he murmured, looking down at me with an almost hurt expression.

I shook my head at him, signaling now was not the time.

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Sally threw her tantrum, then met us in the Bellagio. We sort of made up, but I did it merely so the rest of the day wasn’t awkward. Drew was quiet, probably still a bit upset with me.

We toured the hotel, the decorative flowers and artistry truly breathtaking. We ended up in front of Hell’s Kitchen where we would be eating later tonight. Drew and I took some pictures together to post on our stories while Sally and Caroline walked towards Caesar’s Palace.

“I wish you’d let me say something,” Drew blurted, sitting on one of the steps with me standing between his legs.

“No Drew, it will just make things worse.” I sighed, leaning into him.

“She’s so mean to you my love, I don’t like it.” he stated, his arms coming around me.

“I’ll be ok baby,” I mumbled, playing with his hair while smiling down at him.

“How about...you and I sneak away.” Drew suggested, tapping his fingers on my hips.

“Then they’d really be pissed,” I chuckled.

“We can just say we got lost.” he shrugged.

“Why do I feel like you’re up to something Starkey?” I questioned, raising my brow at him.

“I may or may not have booked us a room for today.” he grinned slyly, suddenly pulling me tight against him.

“To cuddle?” I teased, smirking as I ran my hands up his chest to the hairs at the back of his neck.

“Well yes...but also to fuck.” Drew said bluntly, smiling as I gasped at him.

“Joseph Starkey!” I exclaimed, giggling as my cheeks turned a deep shade of red.

“Baby come on it’s been sooooo long, my balls are aching.” he whined, cupping his hand over his manhood.

“Awwww are they? My poor baby boy.” I pouted, rubbing his cheeks with my thumbs.

He nodded, his lips pouting out as well. I couldn’t help the smile widening on my face, his cute pout making my insides melt.

“Let’s go then Drewbear,” I giggled, pulling his arms to stand up.

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We quickly checked in, rushing up to the room. I didn’t have time to appreciate the beauty of the room, Drew immediately spinning me around and lifting me into his arms. Drew laid us down on the bed, my phone rang out, no doubt one of the girls calling.

“Drew, I-I should get that.” I panted, his kisses moving down my neck. I felt his hand snake down my body, reaching into my pocket to take out my phone.

“They’ll be fine without us,” Drew smirked, lifting up and silencing my phone.

“Drew I should at least text the-” I started, but stopped talking when Drew took his shirt off.

“Sorry baby, were you saying something?” he asked rhetorically, smirking at my staring eyes. I shook my head, my eyes traveling down his toned form.

Drew stared down at me, his gaze sending chills down my spine. His hands traveled from my knees, down my thighs, up until they reached the bottom of my shirt. His eyes flickered to mine, and I nodded my head. Drew’s hands went under my shirt, my breath hitching in my throat.

I lifted my hands, sitting up a little so Drew could take my shirt off. He tossed it to the ground with his, while he did that, I unhooked my bra and threw it in the same direction before laying back down. Drew’s hands ventured towards my breasts as his lips explored the skin of my collarbones, lightly nipping at the area. I couldn’t contain the moan that escaped when Drew lightly rolled my nipples between his fingers,

“Fuck,” I whispered, my nails lightly digging into his scalp as I tugged on his hair.

Drew wasted no time in getting to where he really wants. He shoved off both our pants and underwear, situating me just how he likes before he buried his face in me. His tongue worked wonders, licking and sucking on each spot that made me tick.

“Oh my, baby please don’t stop.” I begged, my back arching slightly off the bed as my legs started enclosing towards his head. Drew lifted his head momentarily to stick two of his fingers in gently, my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

“My girl has such a pretty pussy.” he commented, his breath ghosting over where his tongue had just been.

I moaned loudly at his praise, gripping the sheets between my fingers as I felt my orgasm just in reach. Drew smiled as his mouth went back to work, his fingers increasing their pace as well. I could feel the band about to snap, my legs shaking the closer I got. With just the slight curl of his fingers, the flick of his tongue, and I was done for.

“I’m-” I gasped, not finishing my sentence as my orgasm hit me like a freight train.

“Mmmmm fuck yes baby,” Drew groaned, working me through it as he watched the cum drip from his fingers and onto the bed sheets.

Drew took his fingers from me, sliding them in his mouth to suck them clean. My stomach fluttered watching him, it was the hottest thing I had ever seen him do. He then grabbed my hips and flipped us over so I was on top, my head spinning a bit from the quickness of his movements.

“My turn princess,” Drew smiled, kissing my lips hotly before lying back down.

I smirked down at him, kissing my way down his body. I got to his vline, leaving my mark down it until I got to his dick. I licked from his balls to the tip, squealing lightly when his hand was suddenly in my hair. His chest was moving at a rapid pace, his eyes burning into mine as I took him in my mouth.

“I missed your mouth so much my love, fuck it’s so good.” he moaned, throwing his head back.

I moved my head up and down, using my hands to meet my mouth with what I couldn’t fit in my mouth. His grip on my hair tightened, pushing my head slightly. I gagged once I got to the base, taking a deep breath as my eyes watered.

“I’m gonna cum,” Drew panted, thrusting his hips into my mouth as I sucked harder. I pulled all the way up, sucking on his tip and flicking my tongue as fast as I could. He moaned as he came, spurting his seed into my mouth.

“Let me see, did you swallow it all my good girl?” Drew asked, pulling my hair so my mouth was removed from him.

“Mhm,” I hummed as I showed him my tongue that was clean.

Drew smiled at me, moving his hold to either side of my face and smashing my mouth to his. I held his wrists, moaning softly into his mouth as I shuffled closer.

“Come on beautiful, I want to see you on top.” Drew whispered, helping me straddle his waist and inserting himself inside me.

“Oh my god, Drew.” I groaned, digging my nails into his shoulders.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good.” Drew grinned, helping me move on top of him.

I rolled my hips into his, the tip of his cock hitting my gspot which had me a moaning mess. Drew slid a hand down so his thumb rubbed against my clit, a high pitched whine flying from my lips as I moved faster.

“I could live in your pussy,” Drew moaned, his thumb pressing harder.

“Drew,” I pleaded, throwing my head back before coming back to stare into his beautiful blue eyes.

“Would you like that baby? To sit on my cock all day?” he growled, thrusting his hips upwards to meet mine as I came down.

“Yes, I would love it.” I whimpered.

“I can feel how close you are my love, cum with me.” he demanded, but I was already there before he finished his sentence.

“F-uck baby,” I squeaked, my body going to cloud nine as I shook on top of him.

Drew came seconds later, burying himself inside of me. I laid my head on his shoulder, ran out of energy to keep myself upwards.Drew held me to him, laying back on the bed as we calmed down.

“Ok?” he asked.

“Amazing,” I answered.

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After we met up with Sally and Caroline, explaining how ‘lost’ we were, we ate dinner at Hell’s Kitchen. It was amazing, but definitely not worth the price. We walked around a few more shops in Caesar’s Palace, actually getting lost and taking a while to find the way out.

Once we did, we came across a group of men walking by…

“Damn she thicc,” one commented.

“Ooooh she got a nice one, hello!” another yelled.

Drew turned around to say something, but I yanked his hand to keep walking.

“Do not,” I hissed.

Drew instead to make it clear I was taken, placed his hand directly on my ass.

“Drew! We’re in public!” I whisper yelled, but he made no move to remove his hand.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he shrugged.

“Hey baby! Why don’t you leave your pretty boy to be with a man for a night!” someone else called, Drew’s eyes narrowing.

I was suddenly airborne, Drew bending down and lifting me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, surprised to say the least.

“Drew! Put me down!” I yelped, holding on to his shoulders.

“Apparently, these boys need to know you’re taken.” Drew snapped, tightening his grip on me.

“Seriously babe, you’re gonna hurt your back.” I mumbled.

“Didn’t you say your feet were hurting babydoll?” he questioned.

“Yes, but Drew-” I started.

“You’re light as a feather my love, I could carry you all day.” he spoke softly, kissing my nose before coming to a stop in front of the water show between Caesar’s Palace and the Bellagio. He sat me on the railing, standing between my legs with his hands placed on my hips. I kissed his cheek, smiling at how sweet and protective this man of mine was.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you baby,” he whispered back, sealing the deal with a soft kiss as the water show ended.

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Just Friends (Part 12)

Story Summary: After moving to America for a 3-month long internship, you meet two interesting characters on a boring night out.

Word Count: 4.6K

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, minor drug use, smut, angst, slight dom!Rafa, swearing, and loads of British references (sorry not sorry lol)

Chapter Note: Okay so I probably should’ve tagged this story with angst. Whoops. Sorry guys

Tag List: lonelydance mysearchforgratification ramp-it-up blndspotting summerofsnowflakes exrthangel honeysucklechocolatedrippin captaintightpants58

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On Friday at 11 pm, you practically ran out the door of the lab, happy that you had managed to get so much work done within the past week. You needed some well-deserved time off and you could not wait to see Rafa and party with him and his friends all night. You had changed into the green dress that Samantha had picked out for you and was careful not to get it all sweaty as you fast-paced to the closest metro-line, hopping on the first train, eager to party.

As you arrived outside the guys' house, you could tell that it was already packed with people as laughter and rap music was booming out of the open windows in the kitchen. With a significant bounce in your step, you walked to the front door and stepped inside. The music was almost unbearably loud inside the house as you took a look around the room.

With Diggs' birthday present in hand (a bottle of Scotch and some British toffees) you did a quick scan for either the birthday boy or Rafa but was interrupted by a voice coming from the kitchen, "are you looking for Daveed? ‘Cause he disappeared into the bathroom with a girl a couple of minutes ago," a beautiful woman smiled at you. You vaguely recognised her as the girl who'd played Rafa's girlfriend in Blindspotting.

"Glad to hear that he's enjoying his birthday," you laughed, "you wouldn't happen to know where I can find Rafael?"

The girl's eyes widened, "Ooh! You're the British chick that Rafa's been on and on about for months now!" she presented her hand to you, "I'm Jasmine."

You shook her hand but your mind was elsewhere, "Rafa's been on about me... for months?"

"Yeah! I first heard about you way back in November at our annual Thanksgiving-party. He didn't know how to woo you," Jasmine smiled warmly, "and when I saw him again on Christmas day, he was still talking about wooing you even though he hadn't seen you since."

"You're kidding me!" you laughed.

"Nope!" Jasmine joined you in laughing, "he was clearly wounded by how completely uninterested you were," she chuckled.

"Aw, that poor little famous man!"

"Yeah it does get to his head sometimes. So it's really great when someone like you finally shows up and forces him to take it down a notch."

"Always happy to kindly pick him apart," you joked.

"Oh, you did way more than that!" Jasmine smiled, "to this day he will not shut up about you," she groaned playfully, "what happened? Did he finally drop by your house as we all advised him to do?"

"Nope," you shook your head with a low chuckle, "we actually bumped into each other randomly at new years."

"Ugh, I knew he'd chicken out!" Jasmine sighed, "Well I'm glad to hear that it worked out anyway - even though I have to admit that it's slightly hurtful that he didn't take any of his friends' advice," she smiled, "especially since we all told him to do the same thing; just leave a damn note."

Although you were flattered that Rafa had been talking to his friends about you even before you'd bumped into him again on new years, you had to admit that it was mildly surprising too. You were slowly realising that Rafa may have downplayed exactly how much he had thought about you in the weeks between your first and second encounter.

Jasmine's voice brought you back to reality, "You got him good," she laughed, "I don't think he's had such a challenge in years! It clearly humbled him that you didn't throw yourself at him at the first chance you got. We all adore you for leaving him desperate for more on the curb."

"Glad to be of service!" You laughed as well, already fond of Jasmine. She seemed just as carefree and bubbly as Samantha.

"Why don't we go see if we can find him? I know he's been dying for you to get here, looking at his phone every two seconds," Jasmine smiled at you.

"Yeah, I've been looking forward to it too," you smiled.

"I think he's playing beer pong in the living room."

You put down Daveed's present on a small table and followed Jasmine to the next room where most of the party goers were either dancing, talking in clusters, or playing various drinking games. Just as Jasmine had predicted, Rafa was playing beer pong with a group of people looking excitedly at the game unfolding before them. Rafa was in a light shirt and black slacks, the golden bracelet he always wore swung loosely around his wrist. His hair was in its normal slight swoop, the stubble on his chin a bit longer than you'd seen it before. He looked damned good as he was laughing with his friends.

"Hey Casal!" Jasmine said and gained his attention.

Rafa looked up at her with an expectant look on his face, clearly waiting for her continue speaking. His gaze quickly flickered to you, and when your eyes finally met, he had the same reaction as the night you'd met on new years eve; eyes softening significantly, smile slowly cracking on his face until his mouth was spread as wide as it possibly could, a hand flying to his heart as he took in your appearance. Without breaking his eye contact with you, he padded his teammate on the back and mumbled something to him before he stepped over to you, immediately pulling you tight against his chest.

"Hi," he whispered softly against you, "fuck, you look amazing," he grumbled, "I love that dress," his hands slid over your back and came to a rest just above your hip bone.

"Thanks. You look very handsome," you threw your arms around his waist, and looked up at him, almost wishing you could kiss him.

"Is it the beard?" he smiled, a slight growl to his voice.

"Yeah, you look almost grown-up," you chuckled, "where's the snarky boy from the bar?"

"Oh, he's long gone," Rafa winked down at you before he let you go when his teammate shouted his name.

"Hey, why don't you go make yourself a drink and I'll join you shortly?" he smiled, and sent Jasmine a look that silently asked her to take care of you.

"Come," Jasmine tugged on your arm, "I could use a drink as well."

You reluctantly left Rafa to go back to his game of beer pong and followed Jasmine to the other end of the living room. You both mixed a piña colada from the self-service bar, and sat down in a vacant spot in the sofa.

You looked around at the rest of the people in the sofa area, eyes almost immediately interlocking with the man you had met in the living room as you had snuck out the door on January 1st. He looked at you playfully, "Oh hey! I almost didn't recognise you with your clothes on!"

"Oh god," you groaned and laughed in the hopes of shrugging off the embarrassment you felt at the thought, "Definitely not my finest moment!"

"You don't say," he laughed and filled Jasmine in on what had happened that morning. Apparently, they knew each other as well.

"You walked out on Rafa on new years day as well?" Jasmine chuckled, "No wonder he was so grumpy when I called and wished him and Diggs a happy new year."

"Oof, you should've seen him when he found out you'd snuck out the door," the man sent you an anxious smile, "he was not happy! ...But you made up I'm guessing," he said, still smiling widely, "seeing as you're here and all."

"We did," you nodded, slightly embarrassed by how all of his friends apparently were involved in your situation but you shrugged it off with a joke, "so he only uses his friends to unload when he's frustrated? He hasn't even gotten around to tell you all about the happy ending and our rekindling friendship," you smiled.

"Yeah, he's a dick," Jasmine chuckled.

Sofa-man laughed, "Nah, we can take it. We all know that he's just insanely private about the women he fall in love with."

"The women he fall in love with?!!?!" You shrieked but no one really seemed to hear neither your voice nor your heart that was beating like crazy in your chest.

Rafa was in love????

"Oh come on," Jasmine rolled her eyes at sofa-man, "He's not private at all! He just hasn't had anyone to tell us about for years! You know Rafa. He's a big softie posing as a tough guy."

"Yeah, well that's true," the man laughed, "It's actually quite nice to finally meet the woman who was able to tie that boy down."

You felt yourself going dizzy. This was a lot to take in. Did you already mean as much to Rafa as his friends were implying? You were aware of the fact that he was insanely sexually attracted to you and that he was fond of your company - and if you were completely honest with yourself, you also knew that Rafa had a major crush on you but by the way his friends were talking about it Rafa had fallen in lo-

"Heeeeey!" a man behind you broke your stream of thoughts as he put his hands on your shoulders, "you came!"

You looked up to a smiling Daveed who looked quite tipsy.

"Daveed!" you did your best to look excited as if the news that Jasmine and the other guy had broken to you a few seconds before hadn't toppled you, "happy birthday!"

"Aw thanks," he hugged you, "did you say hi to Rafa? He's right over there," he pointed to an overly-confident Rafa who was juggling two ping pong balls.

"Yeah, we just came from over there," Jasmine laughed from beside you.

"Oh Jas!" Daveed said excitedly as if he'd only just realised that she was there, "I see you've finally met Rafa's girl!"

Before Jasmine had even had the chance to think of an answer, you swooped around, "not his girl," you pointed at Daveed and said for what felt like the millionth time since you'd gotten to know him. "I'm not Rafa's girl," you looked back at Jasmine and the man from January 1st too. They both shot you weird looks.

"Oh, trust me. You're his girl," Daveed snickered, apparently not catching on to your tone.

"I assure you I'm not!" you smiled sweetly, "we're just friends. Please stop calling me his girl. We’re friends,” you were aware that your voice was sounding desperate and pleadingly.

The smile finally disappeared from Daveed's face when he heard your tone of voice, "Are you sure Rafa's aware of that?" he furrowed his eyebrows.

"He knows!" you nodded to convince him.

"Uh, that's not really the vibe he's been sending," sofa-man said quietly from behind you.

You looked between the three friends, all of them sending you concerned looks.

"Uuuuh.... I... I need to run to the bathroom real quick," you said suddenly and stood up from the sofa, grateful that your feet took you away from the conversation without you really having to steer them. They walked in the opposite direction of the bathroom, steering towards the pool area outside instead. Air! You needed air!

You quickly walked by Rafa and his group of friends playing beer pong, praying that he didn't see you, but luckily it seemed as if he was far too concerned with the last cup standing in front of the opposite team to notice anything else.

Quickly, you opened the door to the outside, snaked your way out and slid it soundlessly shut behind you. You sat down on a bench overlooking the pool thinking about what Rafa's friends had said. Was he really so smitten with you? You couldn't decide whether you felt happy or suffocated. You were going home in a week for crying out loud! If Rafa had fallen in love with you it would complicate things a bunch! You cursed yourself for having played along for so long when deep down you knew that it was bound to happen to at least one of you. You felt like a bloody idiot!

Although... if you were completely honest with yourself, you had to admit that Rafa wasn't the only one who was smitten; you had fallen for him pretty hard as well. You had tried to fight it relentlessly but in the end his sincere nature and sweet gestures had made cupid shoot heart-shaped arrows at you. You thought of the last couple of weeks and how hard it had been for Rafa to keep his hands to himself. It had been quite sweet how involuntary it had all been and how he had practically touched or kissed you at every chance he got. He just couldn't help himself. The thought alone of his helpless, wandering hands made the butterflies flutter awake in your stomach. And you realised that even though you had fought hard to avoid it, you were actually crazy in love with him too. It felt as if you were high as you finally let yourself indulge in the feeling of being in love with him. The feeling ended abruptly, however, as you realised that the two of you didn't have a happy ending. That you still had to go home. That everything was indeed screwed.

Your train of thoughts was interrupted by the sound of the door behind you sliding slightly open before it was closed again. Not two seconds later, you were joined by Daveed who sat down next to you.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked you as he put a reassuring hand on your arm.

"Yep!" you said a little too chipper to sound believable.

"Is it Rafa?"

You didn't know why you had felt the need to pretend in front of Daceed, so you immediately let down your guard, "how'd you guess," you sighed unenthusiastically.

"What'd the idiot do now?" he too sighed.

"He didn't do anything."

"What are you sitting out here all sad for then?"

"Because I just had an epiphany," you looked up at Daveed.

"An epiphany?" He sent you an amused smile, "sounds interesting. About what?"

"About Rafa," you squinted at him as if the sun was blinding you, "I think we're in love..."

Daveed's smile grew wide, "oh, great! So you finally admit it? He's going to be stoked!"

"It's not exactly great news..."

"Why not?" Daveed laughed, "when is being in love ever bad news?"

"It is when one part is leaving the country in a week," you shot him a pained expression.

"Oh. Yeah," Daveed said slowly, his sassiness visibly dropping to zero, "That part sucks, I know."

"Yep!"

"Which is why I don't understand why you aren't in there soaking up every last minute you have left with him."

"Ugh," you buried your face in your hands, a small desperate laugh escaping your lips, "because this is so complicated. I didn't mean for this to happen. I'm usually so in control!"

Daveed laughed, "well I for one know that Rafa has been desperate to get you to drop the act and just smooch him already."

"Oh my god," you laughed into your hands, "I can't believe he's even involved all of his friends. Jasmine and that guy you were hanging with on new years day knew exactly who I was. They told me that Rafa's been ready from the beginning because I was so dismissive towards him."

"Yeah, you spellbound him," Daveed laughed.

"Did I bring this upon myself?" You squinted up at Daveed.

"You're putting too much on your own shoulders. Rafa knew from the get-go that you had to go back to Europe after a couple of months - granted, at first, I think he just saw you as an interesting fuck, but he could've stepped out when he realised that he wanted to hold you tight and buy you hotdogs and what not," he elbowed you with a laugh.

"Yeah... yeah you're right. Do you think he'll handle it alright when I go fly back home?"

He smiled secretively, "he's probably gonna go full emo."

You looked up at Rafa's best friend who you knew would have his work cut out for him, "sorry..."

"Not your fault," Daveed laughed, "and I'm guessing that you'll still keep talking and maybe fly back and forth when you have the chance. I can handle emo-Rafa if you just handle happy-Rafa."

"Sounds like a fair distribution of roles," you laughed before going all serious, "what do I do now?"

"You tell him of course," Daveed smiled brightly, "and you two just enjoy the upcoming week. I'll find somewhere to stay so you can have crazy monkey sex all over the house without having to think about the cock-block of a roomie," he winked at you.

"You truly possess big 'best mate'-energy," you laughed.

"I do," he nodded.

You smiled at him for a second before the seriousness of the situation hit you again, "wow, I wish I wasn't so..." you couldn't find the right word.

"European?" Daveed finished.

"Yeah," you chuckled, "if I didn't live so fucking far away from here, it'd be a completely different situation."

"I know," Daveed said and hugged you, "cheer up. It's gonna suck for a while but you'll find a way."

"Thanks," you mumbled into his shoulder.

You were still hugging when you heard the door slide open behind you.

"I thought I saw you two out here," Rafa's voice called happily when he stepped outside.

Daveed slowly let go of you, allowing you to turn around and face Rafa who had a large grin plastered on his face.

"My best friend and my... other friend," he smiled drunkenly, "what a sight."

"I'll give you two some privacy," Daveed said with a wink before he went inside.

Rafa took Daveed's seat next to you, immediately pulling you close, "why were you and Diggs sitting out here all alone? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," you smiled up at him, "yeah, everything's good."

"So you don't know why Jasmine looked at me all worried just before?"

"I kind of ditched her," you sent him an apologetic look.

"Aw, you don't like Jas?"

"I do! I just had to get some air and clear my head," you smiled.

"Yeah? Long day at the office?"

"You have no idea!" You laughed, "I hope you had a better day than I did."

"Mmh, I'm having the best day," he buried his face in your neck, "It's Diggs' birthday and you're here with me and I'm just having a really, really great night."

"Alright," you laughed, "well, in connection with that, I have something to tell you that I hope will make it even better," you grinned while he nuzzled against your neck. He was being really cute and you couldn't help but laugh at him, "this is a big deal, could you not act like a lovesick puppy right now?"

"No," he kissed your collarbone, "what do you want to tell me," he chuckled drunkenly.

You took a deep breath, "Rafa -"

"Mmmh," he interrupted you with a growl as he licked his lips, "I love it when you say my name," he grinned up at you.

"Be serious for once!" You laughed, "I'm about to blow your mind over here!"

"Mmmh, can't wait," he smiled, lips inching closer and closer to yours, his eyes glistening in the dim light from the pool. He smelled of beer and whiskey and it made you feel both adventurous and safe at the same time. His right hand was warm against the back of your neck as he closed the distance between you, his lips moving slowly and sensually against yours while his left hand was stroaking your thigh. He was humming slightly as he moved his body closer to you, the hand he had on your neck travelling to the middle of your thoracic spine where he pushed slightly, bringing your torso even closer to his. Kissing Rafa and finally allowing yourself to do so without feeling bad about it felt more amazing than you had ever imagined, and you felt your heart explode in a heap of colours as you both poured yourself into the slow kiss. All the nervousness you'd felt only moments before was now gone, and you suddenly couldn't wait to tell him that you were in love with him. Slowly, you pulled your lips away from his, earning yourself a small whimper from him.

"Rafa," you tried once more.

"I know, I know. You don't have to say anything," he stated flatly with a smile, his words a bit slurred from the alcohol, "I already know what you're gonna say."

"You do?" Amused, you arched an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah," he smiled confidently, "you're gonna call me out for kissing you and for wanting to fuck your brains out, and you're gonna remind me of your code and the fact that you're leaving in 7 days and blablabla," he said cockily, "and because I care about you, I'll pretend that I care about your code, so I'll tell you sorry and that I'll be on my best behaviour, and you'll accept my apology and I'll patiently wait for the next opportunity and start all over again until you finally say to hell with it all and act like you really want to. And around it goes," he smirked, his lips suddenly close to yours again, "does that sound about right?"

You blinked a few times while his words settled in your brain. Did he just say what you think he did? "Wait what? Hold up Rafa. Back up a second; You patiently wait for opportunities to overstep the boundaries of the friendship that we both agreed on? You keep pushing until I say to hell with it and let you do whatever you want?" You repeated with closed eyes, wondering if you'd understood him correctly, "are you saying that you did all of those more-than-friendly touches, and hugs, and kisses on purpose? That you were in fact able to keep your hands to yourself but you pretended not to be so you could make me say 'to hell with it?'," you looked at him rather unimpressed.

"I wanted to win you over," he shrugged with a crooked smile, "did I manage? It feels like I managed," he snickered. He did not look as cute right now as he had done only seconds before, the smell of beer and whiskey suddenly a tad bit sickening.

"So what you're saying is that you lied and pretended to be interested in being friends with me when in reality, all you could think about was planning your next move so I'd let you screw me?"

"Aw, come on. You're making me sound like a villain," he groaned.

"Rafa, let me get straight with you," you said sternly, "Don't you understand that I made those rules so this wouldn't happen?"

He finally seemed to understand the severity of the situation, "so what wouldn't happen?" He spoke in an offended tone as he straightened up.

"So we wouldn't fall for each other! And now I find out that you had an elaborate scheme to get me to throw myself at you when I told you specifically that I was not interested in that? What kind of a sociopat does that?" You stood up from the bench, anger bubbling more and more in your veins as you slowly realised what he'd done, "what the fuck, Rafa?!"

"You think I did it completely for myself?" He asked calmly but with offence still staining his tone of voice, "you think I did it to somehow lure you into sleeping with me? You really don't see that I did it because I thought you deserved to listen to your instincts for once instead of doing what you think is the right thing to do?"

"You had no right!"

"Hey, don't you dare put all the blame on me!" His voice was raised slightly as he too stood up from the bench, "you were just as bad at keeping your hands to yourself as I was! Inviting me up for tea and fucking cuddling," he spat.

"I had one weak moment!" You held up your finger.

"Oh don't give me that shit! You had several! How about kissing me in the living room after the concert? And a few days ago in Diggs' car? Or masturbating in front of me - or even whipping out your tits in the bathroom when you know I'm crazy about you?"

"That's the problem, Rafa! I thought you were just sexually frustrated! Had I known you were bonkers about me this whole time, I wouldn't have allowed it to come this far!"

"Oh you wouldn't have allowed it?" He said in a wild tone of voice, "well I'm fucking sorry for having my own free will. As if I need your permission to fall for you."

"I can't believe that I got caught up in your web," you scoffed. Mostly to yourself, "I mean; I knew you were dangerous! I knew you'd have the ability to smooth talk your way into my heart - but never in my wildest imagination did I think that you'd screw me over and do all of this on purpose to get me to fall for you. What did you do it for? Did you do it to check off the girl who rejected you? Self gratification? Bragging rights to your mates? A couple of weeks of sex? What Rafa?"

"Oh fuck you," he spat, "don't give me that shit when you're clearly just as crazy about me as I am about you."

"I'm not sure I am anymore," you said rather childishly.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that so you can fuck off back to England without ever having to think of me again," he panted, "is that what you want? Is that really what you think is realistic? If you think you can put me in a box labelled 'my PhD-trip to California' and never think of me again, then you're clearly not as clever as I thought you were. Do you really think that just because you've tried to stay abstinent, that you could leave every thought of me across the ocean?" His voice broke as he took a step closer to you.

"I don't know what I thought," you said calmly, eyes piercing through him, "clearly, it was a mistake to engage in anything with you."

He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down so he could be rational, "look, I'm sorry if I tricked you. It really wasn't my intention and I clearly made a mistake and you got hurt. I just need you to understand that I didn't do it on purpose; I just wanted to get you to act on your feelings instead of staying in your head. I just wanted you to enjoy your time here. With me."

"You ruined it, Rafa," you said slowly, "I don't care if you hurt me on purpose or not. You still did. You manipulated me."

"Baby come on," he croaked, his voice cracking.

"I'm not your baby," you whispered.

You looked at each other for a few seconds, his eyes drunk and hurt. "Is this is then?" He croaked with desperate hands gesturing to nothing in particular, "do you really think that my actions are so unforgivable that we can't see each other anymore?"

"No, it's not unforgivable. I just don't see the point in forgiving you when I leave in a bit anyway."

"You're breaking my heart," he said quietly.

"You broke mine first."

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The Blimp Date - deviantart

I couldn’t believe it. I had a date set up with a guy who was so far out of my league it was insane. Not that I wasn’t attractive enough, I had striking dark eyes, high cheekbones, and an angular jaw, which combined with my pale skin and chestnut brown hair made me rather striking, but I was small. I was barely 5’7”, and a skinny but toned 125 lbs. The guy I had been chatting with online though was a different story. From the photos he had sent me he looked like a bodybuilder, with large toned pecs and biceps, and he told me he was 6 and a half feet tall. On top of that he had a face like a fashion model and piercing blue eyes. He told me his name was Rob, and for some reason this stud wanted to go on a date with little me. He even called a car to take me to his house before we went out. I was sure once he realized how small and awkward I was he wouldn’t be interested in another date, but I couldn’t pass this up. A black Mercedes pulled up outside my house and soon I was on the way to Rob’s to meet this gorgeous man. Rob lived along the shoreline in a stunning mansion overlooking the beach. I couldn’t believe it as the car dropped me off. On top of his looks this guy had to me a multi-millionaire. I even googled him to see if maybe he was a secretive movie star that I hadn’t heard of, or maybe he was just a rich old man catfishing me with pictures of someone else’s pictures, but I couldn’t find anything. I took a deep breath, walked up to the magnificent oceanfront mansion and rang the bell. Within seconds the door swung open. Rob hadn’t been lying. I think I actually gasped when he opened the door. Standing before me was the most beautiful man I had ever seen in person. He was definitely over 6’6” tall and had muscles that looked like a Greek sculpture. He had round firm pecs projecting out from his chest, bulging cannonball biceps, a washboard set of abs and thighs that looked like they could crush rocks. I looked up at his stunningly handsome face and felt his laser-like blue eyes sear into me, and his lush red lips immediately turned up into a slight smile. He was also wearing only an ultra-light bathrobe, which was totally open in the front, and light blue briefs. The bulge in his briefs was almost obscene, it looked like he had a coke can and two plums in his underwear. It was hard for me not to stare. “Glad you made it!” The stunning man quickly said, and he pulled me in for a hug. My eyes were barely at the same level as the base of his enormous bulging pecs. “H-h-hi,” I stammered as I pulled back away. I didn’t even know how to react. “Well come in silly!” Rob replied, and turned and led me into the huge house. I followed him through a massive ornate foyer and into a living room in the back. The room had a cathedral ceiling and huge windows that looked out onto the ocean. Where there weren’t windows there were also huge mirrors, even on the ceiling. “I’m not quite ready to go out yet,” Rob smirked, gesturing to his almost-naked body, “but can I make you a drink?” “Sure,” I replied, and he disappeared into the kitchen for a minute. He came back with two drinks, what looked like a vodka for himself and a pink fruity drink in a martini glass for me. “It’s my specialty,” he said and winked as I took my first sip. The pink drink had an odd flavor, almost like bubblegum, and it made my throat and mouth tingle as I sipped it. We sat on the couch next to each other and made small talk. I told him about my boring job at an ad agency, and he explained to me that he had made most of his money in biotech research. “My company is redefining the limits of the human potential,” he said proudly. It was still difficult for me not to stare at the massive bulge in his briefs as he talked, but his face was so striking I managed to maintain eye contact. His light blonde hair was styled perfectly, and he had a little sexy stubble. His jawline looked like it had been carved from granite, and his muscular neck was even wider than his head.

Then he rested his massive hand on my slender thigh, and began to massage me as we talked. I gulped, and he laughed. “Don’t be nervous,” he chuckled as he stared me down. There was a predatory look in his eyes, hot as he was it was almost a little scary. This massively strong and powerful man had me totally alone in his remote mansion. Then he shifted his hand up to my crotch. I gasped again. He rubbed my package through my jeans as he planted his lips against mine. He held my shoulders as his massively wide and muscular body totally enveloped me. His tongue dove into my mouth as his stubble brushed against my cheeks and I smelled the gorgeous musk of this man flood my nostrils. I had never had a kiss like this, it was like making out with a god and my dick was suddenly harder than it had ever been. After a couple minutes he broke off the kiss and stared into my eyes. “You like that, little man?” he asked. “You’re amazing,” I stammered back. He laughed, and moved my hand down to his own crotch. I couldn’t believe it. Rob’s massive cock had boned up to at least a foot long and wider than a coke can. I looked down and saw it fighting to burst free of his straining briefs. It was terrifying and unbelievably sexy at the same time. Even his balls had gotten bigger, each now the size of an apple and mostly visible as his underwear was pushed aside. I rubbed my hand up and down his massive shaft, feeling it pulse and vibrate as it leaked precum like a faucet. I pulled the massive instrument out of his tortured underwear and leaned in to lick his head. It was so wide I couldn’t even get the whole tip in my mouth. Rob still moaned though as I sucked and rubbed him. Then suddenly he pulled back and stood up. He stood up in front of me so his massive erect dick was right at my eye level. He put his hands on his hips and said something I did not expect. ��Am I big enough for you?” the stud asked bluntly? “What?” I was so confused. “Am I big enough? I feel too small for you to be interested.” “You must be joking,” I replied, “you’re at least a foot taller than me, over twice my weight, and look like you’d qualify for Mr. Olympia. You’re huge!” I was actually worried that he had some weird macro fetish and only liked me because I was so small. What if he only dated little guys in order to make himself feel bigger? “I just don’t know,” Rob replied, “let me try something.” He walked to a small cabinet at the end of the couch and came back with four objects. The first two were obvious, a big dildo and a bottle of lube, the others confused me, there was a length of rubber tubing and what looked like a small air tank. “Uuuuuh, what’s all this?” I asked. “You’ll see!” Said Rob excitedly. He inserted the end of the rubber tubing into the big dildo which was apparently hollow, and poured a generous amount of lube onto it. Then he pulled down the remains of his briefs and forced the dildo up inside his bubbly muscled ass. Last he connected the rubber tubing to the small air tank. “What the hell is this about??” I asked totally confused. I was suddenly realizing that this whole date might be some elaborate prank. “You’re acting ridiculous!” “Just watch,” said Rob with a big grin on his gorgeous face. Then he took a deep breath and switched open the air tank. There was silence in the room except for the hiss of the air tank. Rob stared at me with a huge grin and I looked back totally dumbfounded. Then I saw it happening. I wasn’t sure at first, I thought it couldn’t be happening, but it definitely was. Rob was getting bigger. “Holy shit.” I muttered as a watched Rob’s body expanding before my eyes. The muscles in his arms were swelling with power, his pecs were plumping up, even his washboard eight pack stomach was distending, and I could see his bubble butt getting even rounder in a mirror across the room. “How is this even possible?!” I yelled.

Rob laughed and flexed his massive cannonball biceps as they slowly inflated even bigger, “remember I told you I work with biomedical technology,” he said. “Expanding the male body is a pet project of mine.” He flexed again and the light bathrobe totally burst off his swelling muscular body leaving him totally naked before me. “This is unbelievable,” I muttered unable to take my eyes off him, “You better believe it little man!” Rob replied as he rubbed his belly which was starting to actually get round like a roid gut. “In fact, it feels so good I think you should try it,” he said looking at me like a hulking wolf about to eat its prey. “Uuuh that’s okay!” I yelled back, “I know I’m small but I’m happy with my body. I don’t need to get inflated with an air hose in my ass!” He then took a step closer to me so his swelling cock was right in my face. It was now almost as big as a two liter bottle and looked even more menacing. His head had grown as big as a grapefruit and his slit pointed straight at me. It was almost like looking down the barrel of a shotgun. “I didn’t say anything about another air hose,” Rob smirked, and poured lube onto his inhumanly massive member. In a panic I suddenly realized what he meant. I needed to run away. This man was insane. But suddenly his hand clamped down hard on my scrawny arm. His other arm ripped my belt off in a single motion, tugged my jeans and briefs down, and began teasing my hole with a massive finger. “No no no no no!!!” I yelped as he effortlessly lifted me up to his eye level. Rob was no longer the beautiful athlete who had greeted me at the door, he had grown into a Hulk and I was at this monster’s mercy. “Get ready to see stars,” Rob taunted and I felt his massive greasy 16” cock push between my legs and up against my tight little ass. “I can’t take that!” I yelled panicking and kicking. “Oh yes you will,” said the expanding man, and I realized I was truly powerless to stop him. Rob looked straight into my eyes as he held me up, and then in one swift motion he slammed me down onto his swollen cock. He and I both yelled. It was the most intense sensation I have ever felt. I think I blacked out for a few seconds. It felt as if his shaft was filling my entire torso. I should be dead I thought, he must be tearing me apart with this enormous tool. But suddenly I realized I wasn’t in pain at all, and it actually was starting to feel amazing. I could feel Rob continuing to expand inside of me as he pumped my body up and down like a sex doll. But I didn’t feel like I was being ripped to pieces, all I felt was a tingling sensation and waves of orgasmic pleasure. “How am I taking this?!” I moaned. Rob chuckled, “Enjoy your pink drink? It helped prep you for this.” I realized he had drugged me with some scientific compound so I could survive his inflated cock. This must have been his plan all along. Actually it wasn’t that bad, I was really starting to enjoy being fucked by this hulking monster. Without the fear of being torn apart this was like a fantasy come true. Then suddenly I felt a new sensation. The pressure around his dick in my abdomen got even tighter. “Are you cumming?” I asked almost disappointed. Rob laughed, “nowhere near.” I then realized that Rob had stopped growing, his chest and arms were no longer bulking up and his belly wasn’t getting any rounder. I was confused since I could still hear the hissing of the tank. Then I looked down at my own cock. My dick had been a small but decent 5” when hard. I had always wished for a bigger package but figured it just wasn’t possible for me. But when I looked down at my cock after five minutes of being fucked by Rob I was shocked. It was huge. Not like Rob’s monster but now at least 8” and so wide that when I tried to reach my hand around it I didn’t even come close. My balls had also swollen up to the size of ripe oranges. Rob saw the surprise in my eyes and smirked. “Nice package little man.”

I was both excited and alarmed that my cock and balls had grown so much bigger. “H- ho- how is this happening?” I stammered but soon I realized that my flat toned stomach was bulging out too. At first I thought it was Rob’s tool expanding inside me but I suddenly realized that my whole body was puffing up. It wasn’t just my cock, my chest was pushing out, and my arms and legs were tingling as they began expanding too. “Looks like you’re bulking up there,” teased Rob as he continued to pump his dick deep inside of me. I could see in the mirrors around the room that I was actually starting to look fat. I was totally panicked but I realized what was happening. “Holy shit. You’re blowing me up with your cock.” I said in a low voice. “Exactly!” Yelled Rob laughing “My dick is pumping you up like a big gassy balloon! All the gas inside of me right now is being forced into your tight ass.” I moaned. This wasn’t possible. I couldn’t be here in this massive stranger’s house being inflated with a giant prick. But another look down at my swelling chest proved me wrong. My pecs looked like rising bread dough, and they were getting wider by the second. “Yeah that’s it little man,” said Rob, “Blow up nice and big for me. Feel the gas pumping into you, stretching you, rounding you out. I’m gonna make you huge.” “Fuuuuuuck.” I groaned as my body expanded to the size of an obese man, but I didn’t look fat. I just looked round and puffy. The shirt I had been wearing had now ridden up above my plump man tits and I could hear threads snapping as it was losing the battle with my distended body. The remains of my shirt now totally burst off of me, and I was totally naked on Rob’s cock. In the mirrors I could see I was now the size of a world champion Sumo wrestler. My cock was pulsing and it looked like it was now well over a foot long and as wide as a football. Even so, a couple minutes later and I couldn’t even see it since my belly was now bigger than an extra large exercise ball. “Yeah that’s it,” smirked Rob, “You’re my balloon, and balloons have to get bigger. Now swell big boy.” He then set me back down on the couch, I barely balanced on it since my back was rounding out too, but he set me firmly between some cushions, and rotated me back so my weather balloon sized ass was pointing up in the air towards him. He placed his hands on my bloated belly and continued slamming his cock into my swollen ass. I could feel Rob having to adjust his fingers as my body expanded. He grunted and moaned as I blew up bigger and bigger with every thrust of his hips. Then his breathing got faster, and he began to moan. As Rob came I felt my inflation kick into overdrive. I expanded as if I had been hooked up to an industrial gas pump. I actually worried I might just explode from the incredible pressure he was pumping into me. But within a couple minutes he stopped thrusting his hips and the air tank ran out. Rob was panting as he stood back to look at what he had created. He himself was now back down to the size he had been when he had opened the door for me, all the gas that had been pumped into his ass was now inside of me. I realized I was now taller than he was, and my waistline now had to be around twenty feet. I wasn’t totally spherical, but I looked like a massive caricature of an obese man. My arms and legs were bloated fat cones which I could barely move. My man tits were big fluffy pillows that pushed up on my chin. My cock was now significantly bigger and fatter than Rob’s had been when I arrived, and my balls were like melons. My ass was like two oversized exercise balls behind me, and my entire body was dominated by my tight round turgid belly. I reached down to touch it just to be sure it was still me, it was unreal to suddenly be this big and full of air. I was stunned. “Well now it’s time for our date!” Suddenly exclaimed Rob. “Wha- you can’t be serious?” I said, “I can’t move like this!” “Nonsense,” he replied, and stood me up on my feet. “You’re not a sphere, you can still waddle yourself.”

I realized I couldn’t say no to him, so I tried taking two steps forward. It was incredibly difficult and I could see how foolish I looked in the mirrors. The fattest man in history trying to waddle across the room. Then I tripped and rolled right onto my enormous gut. Rob couldn’t stop laughing but he rolled me back up, “Don’t worry big guy, you’ll get the hang of it. Now let’s get you dressed!” Rob then went to another room and came back a couple minutes later with a huge pink spandex bodysuit. “I think you’ll look pretty good in this!” He said. “You still can’t be serious,” I responded, but he wasn’t kidding. He made me step into the suit and then pulled it slowly and strenuously up over my massive body. I felt the pressure inside me increase as the suit squeezed me. I looked like a pink bubblegum bubble, almost totally round, with puffy limbs and a big bloated bulge in my crotch. It was almost more humiliating than just being a naked balloon. Now I just looked like a toy as much as I felt like one. I was worried though that if I didn’t do what he wanted he would blow me up even bigger. “Perfect! You look beautiful!” Rob then disappeared back to the other room to get dressed himself. He came back wearing a skintight blue tank top and stretchy white athletic shorts. He finished the look off with leather boots. “How do I look?” He taunted as he posed for me. His cock and balls were totally visible in his shorts and the fabric rode up deep into his muscled ass. I cursed myself for suddenly feeling turned on again, but this man was just so damn hot. “Okay! Time to go!” He said. I groaned, but realized I had no choice. I waddled slowly after him and out the front door of his mansion. Outside there was a large black van waiting. Rob opened the trunk and gestured for me to enter. Fortunately it was wide enough that he didn’t have trouble squeezing my round form in. Before he shut the van’s doors however he paused, leaned over my balloon belly, and looked me straight in the eye. “You better not get any ideas about calling for help while we’re out.” He said looking menacing, “I’ve blown you up with my science and I’m the only one with a formula that can deflate you. If you run screaming for help you’ll escape me, but you’ll still be a balloon forever. Be a nice blimp for me tonight and I’ll think about deflating you when we get back.” I think I actually whimpered. He winked at me, poked my inflated belly, and then slammed the van’s doors shut and we were off. I was at his mercy. When he parked and opened the doors again I could hear music, and realized we were in a hip part of downtown with lots of bars and clubs. I realized lots of people were about to be staring at my enormous body, and there was even a risk someone might recognize me. Rob pulled my distended body out of the van and looked me over. “Very nice.” He said, “Let’s go!” And we walked into a nearby bar with flashing lights and blaring music. Fortunately the bar had double doors so I could waddle myself in, buy every eye in the place turned to look at us. I heard people murmuring and looking us over. I was so embarrassed my face turned bright pink, almost matching my bodysuit. Rob however looked like he was having a great time, and escorted me up to the bar. I just stared straight ahead, not wanting to look at anyone, but feeling hundreds of eyes on my weather-balloon ass. Suddenly I turned and saw Paul walk in. Paul and I had dated for a few months three years earlier, but had spilt up since he just didn’t seem that interested in me. Now he was at the same bar as me and Rob, and was just a few feet away from the pink blimp that was my body. I thought maybe he wouldn’t notice me, but how could anyone not notice the muscle stud in the slut outfit with the fattest man anyone had ever seen. I saw his eyes settle on my belly, then dip down to the gigantic bulge below it, and finally raise his gaze up to my head. At first he didn’t react, but then he did a double take, and I knew it was over.

“Holy shit it is you!” Paul practically yelled running over to me. He had always been a few inches taller than me, but now I towered a foot over him. “How the hell! What happened to you man?! You’re huge!” “Well – I-I-I’ve put on some weight… decided I liked being thicker.” I hesitantly responded. “Thicker?!” Paul replied, “You’re the biggest dude I’ve ever seen now! It looks like someone shoved an air hose into your ass and blew you up like a parade balloon on Thanksgiving!” With that Rob turned around to look at Paul, he smiled and put his arm around me. “Yup,” Rob chimed in, “I like to keep my big boyfriend nice and full. He was such a shrimp when I met him. Now he’s my big sexy man.” And he leaned in to kiss me passionately. “Damn! This is your boyfriend?” Paul said looking at Rob, “Well man I guess if I guy this hot asked me to get fat as hell I’d say yes too.” “Yup.” I replied, “Can’t say no to him.” “Well have a good one then man,” Said Paul turning to leave, “but careful you don’t get too big, I don’t want to hear about you exploding!” With that he poked me in my big pink belly and walked off into the crowd. I sighed. “Well that was fun,” said Rob, “Would my big balloon boy like a drink?” “Yes please,” I sighed. At least alcohol could make this situation ever so slightly easier to tolerate. Rob then turned to the bar to grab some fruity drinks for us. My arms were too blimped up for me to be able to reach my face so Rob poured the drink into my mouth. “Down the hatch!” he teased as I gulped the drink down. I felt the comforting sensation of booze pass through my body and actually relaxed a little. But then I felt a different sensation. A tingling and a pressure deep inside me. “Oh no, you didn’t.” I pleaded, “Did you spike my drink with something?” Rob couldn’t hide his grin. “Just a little something! A very slow releasing gas formula. No one will even notice. Now let’s just chat and enjoy ourselves.” Shit, now I was going to get even bigger in the bar. We just talked for a little while. Well, he talked and I listened. He told me about his time studying biology at his university, he told me about other guys he had dated, and even some of the science in the formula that had allowed him to pump me up into a living balloon. All the while he talked I felt my body slowly swelling, as more and more gas was released from the substance he’d made me drink. I felt my bloated limbs getting even shorter as my body became rounder and rounder. Soon I figured, I would just be a ball with a head hands and feet. Suddenly, other patrons started noticing that the enormously fat dude in the pink was blowing up. “Oh my god he’s getting bigger!” I heard one guy say. “I’m worried he’ll pop!” Added another, and one more yelled out “I didn’t know humans could get fatter so fast! What did he eat??? “I guess it’s time to go,” sighed Rob, and gestured for me to waddle out. But now I couldn’t even waddle. My body had blown up so big only my taint now sat on the floor, my feet wiggled helplessly in the air a foot above the ground. “Oh fuck,” Rob said, and stepped over to roll me onto my swollen belly. “You weren’t supposed to become totally round while we were still in the bar.” With that he began rolling me out of the bar. The other people gasped but watched mostly in stunned silence as he rolled me like the 8’ ball that he had turned me into. Suddenly, as he rolled me there was a snapping and tearing noise. With a snap my pink spandex bodysuit burst off of me, leaving me totally naked and almost totally round “Damn that’s the biggest dick I’ve ever seen!” Yelled one patron. “How is he even human!?” yelled another. They were transfixed by my cock which was now larger than a fire hydrant with balls the size of watermelons.

“He’s a big boy all over,” winked Rob as he rolled me towards the double doors. Only this time I didn’t quite fit through them. I became stuck in the doorframe as my body had blown up too wide. Fortunately a couple strong men in the bar helped Rob push me, and after a couple tries I popped out like a wine cork. Then Rob was rolling me back towards the big van so we could go home. Back at the house Rob squeezed me out of the van, which I was about to burst out of, and rolled me back up into the house. I was back in the room where I had first been blown up, only now I was even bigger, and totally round. Then I felt Rob roll me onto my back and insert a large dildo into my ass. “Oh no.” “Oh yes,” Rob replied, “you’re not nearly big enough to be my bed balloon yet, and he turned on an air tank, connected to an air hose, connected to the dildo in my ass. Immediately I began expanding again. The pressure inside me increased as even more gas pushed my round body to unprecedented size. Rob then vaulted on top of my spherical ballooning body and looked right in my face. “That’s it,” he said rubbing my taut smooth skin, “Blow up even bigger for me. Let yourself become my balloon, without a care in the world except getting bigger and pleasuring me.” I could see myself in the mirror on the ceiling. It looked like Rob was shrinking as my body expanded bigger and wider. I could see my cock was swelling up now even faster. It had to be over five feet long now, and the python was as wide as an obese man. My balls were now at least as big as overblown yoga balls. The pressure in my junk was so intense I felt like the tiniest touch could cause me to orgasm … or explode. It occurred to me that my dick was now bigger that I had been when I first came into this house. I looked up at Rob, “So will you deflate me and return me to normal tomorrow?” I asked hopefully? He laughed, “Oh I forgot! I was totally bluffing earlier. There’s no way to deflate you once you’re this size, big guy. You’re gonna be my blimp forever now, so you better get used to this life.” And with that he kissed my bloated lips and squeezed my taught flesh as hard as he could. For a second I didn’t worry about having been permanently turned into a balloon. Kissing him was still the most pleasurable thing I had ever experienced. Within moments of him ending the kiss though, the beautiful blonde man was asleep on my distended chest. Forever. This was forever. The realization suddenly set in. I was never going to be deflated. I was never going to walk or run again. I was Rob’s inflatable play toy, and I would be forever at his mercy. Could I ever get used to being this monstrous blimp? I fell asleep just as the tank ran out of gas, leaving me a 12’ tall balloon with a forty foot waistline. I dreamed I was thin again. I dreamed I had my little slim body back, and I was running on the beach. I was a twink again. I could touch my toes, and run and jump, and swim as I looked out over the water. Suddenly on the ocean horizon there was a large shape rising out of the water. I was afraid as it got bigger and bigger and loomed closer and closer. I wanted to run away but I was petrified there on the beach, and I couldn’t escape this massive shape. But then I realized, I was the shape. It was morning and I was waking up, and the terrifying shape rising out of the ocean in my dream was the horizon of my own inflated body. “Fuck.” I muttered. Then I felt hands rolling me around. The world spun again as my round body pivoted so now my head was facing down at Rob. But it wasn’t just Rob Standing next to Rob was another man. This guy was also naked and every bit as tall, muscular, gorgeous, and hung as Rob. “Hey!” The second guy greeted me, “I’m Terry!” “Who are you?” I asked. “I’m Rob’s partner! In life and in business,” Terry laughed, “you don’t think he owns this house and figured out all this science by himself do you?!”

The two of them then embraced in a passionate kiss. “I have to say, you did a really nice job blowing this boy up.” Terry said to Rob as both of their foot-long cocks swelled up into hard boners. “Did you bring the others back?” Rob asked his lover. “Yep, they’re all out by the beach,” replied Terry gesturing outside. “Perfect,” Said Rob, and he opened the huge sliding glass doors at the back of the room. The two of them then rolled me outside towards their pool and the beach. Outside I suddenly looked up and was amazed. Floating over the beach were at least ten balloons, but they were all very clearly inflated men. They had to each be around twenty feet tall and sixty feet around, with cocks the size of vans and balls bigger than individual Sumo wrestlers. They all just floated there in the breeze, tethered to weights in the sand. These men were actual helium balloons, lighter than air and pressurized to the max. “You ready?” I heard Rob yell. I looked back down and realized that he and Terry were now both carrying large helium tanks and had rubber hoses snaking into their muscly asses. Already they looked bloated up like off season bodybuilders. “Let’s do this!” Yelled Terry as Rob boosted him up on his shoulders so he could climb up onto my belly. Terry was already pretty inflated, and I could see the rubber hose in his butt snaking down to the tank on the ground. Terry then climbed so he was right in front of my face, and pointed his inflating cock right at my mouth. He stroked the massive member and whispered to me, “You’ll never be big enough.” With that he slammed his cock into my mouth and forced it down my throat until my nose almost touched his abs. Immediately, I felt gas pouring out of his body and into me Seconds later I felt Rob slam himself into my ass. The flow of helium into me doubled and I inflated faster than I ever had before. The feeling of their two cocks in me, blowing me up to unbelievable size, was so orgasmic I almost passed out. No sex had ever come close to feeling like this. I heard Terry whispering, “Yeah that’s it boy. Swell for me. Expand into the blimp you’ve always wanted to be. You’re our balloon, and balloons do one thing for their masters and that’s blow up.” I realized this was true. As the two studs pumped me full of helium with their massive cocks I realized, I’m just a balloon now. The only thing I have to worry about as a balloon is getting blown up, and being blown up feels so good I never want it to end. Suddenly Rob and Terry both began to moan, and at the same time they both blew their loads into me. I expanded so fast in that moment I thought I might actually explode. I was delirious, it felt so good. The pressure was unbelievable but I didn’t want to stop inflating. Terry then pulled himself out of my mouth and stepped back. He was deflated back to his normal muscular size, but standing on the vast hemisphere of my body he looked so small now. “Fuck you’re huge,” muttered Terry, and jumped off my body into the pool below. As soon as he was off of me I began to slowly rise up above the ground. I quickly stopped since Rob had apparently tied a rope around one of my feet, but he gradually let it out until I was the same height as the other ballooned men. I also realized I was a bit bigger than most of them, and actually felt kind of proud about that. “See you later!” Rob yelled, “We’re having a beach party this afternoon and you’ll all provide excellent shade for all our guests!” And the two of them headed back into the mansion I was dazed, inflated like an actual blimp, and floating helplessly among other human balloons. Then one of them, with a cute face, red hair and blue eyes looked over at me. “Hey man!” he said, “How’s it feeling?” “Hey, umm, okay I guess,” I replied, “I can’t believe this is my life now, but fuck… inflating like that felt so good.”

The redhead balloon laughed, “You’ll get used to it after a while. It’s actually a pretty nice way to live, all fat and puffy and carefree.” A couple other balloons laughed and nodded as well. “I was Rob’s first boyfriend,” the redhead added, “we were dating at school when he, well he tested some new formulas on me, and suddenly I was the size of a Volkswagen. But don’t worry Rob and Terry take good care of their blimps.” I smiled. I was starting to think it wouldn’t take me that long to get used to life as a big gassy balloon.

[xiolaperry]

Four Ways Gaston Could Have Died (and the One Way He Actually Did)

After much delay, here is the the story I promised months ago at the end of “The Piano”. It won’t make much sense if you didn’t read that one. A special thank you to everyone in my NaNoWriMo Rumbelle Writers group!!!

Summary:  We all agreed at the end of 'The Piano' that Gaston deserved to die. But how? I opened it up to prompts, and here they are...

Notes: Prompt from Brokensoul, “a haircut from Barney.”

Read “The Piano” on AO3.

Read “Four Ways” on AO3.

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Gaston looked at himself in the mirror with a critical eye. He smiled a big toothy grin, then assumed a look of nonchalant superiority. His “intimidating” look was next and he finished with the charming, flirtatious smile he used with the ladies.

The reflection in the mirror confirmed he was as handsome as ever, but life hadn't gone back to normal since Belle left with Gold. Whispers followed him wherever he went. Instead of looking at him with admiration, people looked at him like they expected to see shame on his face. Shame? He may have overreacted a bit with Belle, but leaving a challenge to his superiority as a man unanswered was not an option.

He stroked his face in contemplation as he paced, the sound of his heavy boots filling the sparsely furnished bedroom. Perhaps he needed a haircut and a shave. Freshen up his look and maybe turn things around. His aunt Cora told him yesterday that a barber set up shop in the village. Before the incident, he'd have heard about it himself, but his friends no longer dropped by to share the local gossip.

“Not a very confident man,” Cora had said about the barber. “A bit nervous. But I can work with that.” Gaston had no doubt his aunt would find something about the fellow to exploit.

He passed Reverend Hopper and Ruby out on a stroll as he entered the town. Hopper said a polite hello and stopped to exchange pleasantries. The Reverend was one of the few that still spoke to him. His companion glared and said nothing. The charming smile on his face had no effect on her. If anything, it only made her frown harder.

How did such a mild-mannered man catch the eye of a firecracker like Ruby Lucas? Not that he wanted her for himself. Hopper could have her. No, he was done with women. They were more trouble than they were worth.

Ruby had a pretty face and a nice, lean body, he thought as he turned to watch them for a moment as the couple continued on their way. He was sure most men would find her attractive, but she'd set her mind on the mousy Reverend and pursued him with determination, ever since the day she arrived on the same ship that took them away.

His aunt was very unhappy with the match between Hopper and Granny's granddaughter. The sermons now were full of love and acceptance, instead of the grimmer messages Cora favored. Hopper was no longer her dutiful companion, and she was furious. Ruby had better watch out.

Gaston made his way down the main street with his head held high. He kept his smile on his face as he seethed at the snubs he received from most people he encountered.

The barbershop, with its new red and white striped pole, was easy to spot. He stomped up the steps and pushed the door open with a bang, making an entrance to attract attention. A slight man wearing a maroon jacket was sweeping the floor and he jumped at the noise. His hair, combed and slicked back from his face, shone in the light pouring in the large windows.

“Hello?” the man said. His voice, uncertain, made his greeting a question.

“You the barber?” asked Gaston.

“Yes, I am. Barney Thomson.” He stepped forward and extended his hand.

Gaston shook it, gripping with more force than necessary. It was important to establish dominance in all situations. After a final squeeze, the smaller man extracted his hand, wincing.

“Gaston Legume,” He introduced himself, satisfied with his superiority. “I need a shave and a haircut. Can that be done now?”

“Yes, sir. It will be a few minutes. I just need to heat some water.”

Barney scurried to one of the chairs, brushing non-existent dust from it with a handkerchief. “Please, have a seat.”

The man's meek demeanor made Gaston want to punch him in the face. And he looked familiar too. Something about the eyes, the sharpness of his nose... he shook his head. Aunt Cora told him he needed to lay low for a bit to let everything blow over. Now would not be a good time to lose his temper. He took a deep breath and sat in the chair Barney had gestured at.

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Barney returned a few minutes later carrying a steaming basin. “If you could please lie back, Mr. Legume?” he asked, and with deft, practiced movements draped a damp, hot towel across Gaston's face.

Barney was nervous, which was not good. Bad things happened when Barney was nervous. And those bad things were how he ended up here in New Zealand, far from his home in Scotland. However, something about this man, with his massive arms and handsome sneering face, made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

Calm down, he told himself. Just be happy to have a customer. But his anxiety ratcheted higher as he tried to place the name. Legume. He knew he'd heard it since he moved to town, but could not remember where. Barney removed the towel and applied a soapy lather to Gaston's face. He attempted to make friendly conversation, reminding himself not to ramble.

“Have any advice for someone new in town? I haven't been here very long, just arrived from Scotland.”

“Make friends with my aunt, Cora Mills. She's the most important person around here, so stay on her good side.”

Barney almost dropped his razor. Wasn't this just his luck. Women flustered him as a general rule. But aggressive women? They reminded him too much of his mother and rendered him a cowering mess. After meeting Cora, he had planned to stay as far away from her as possible. And now here he was with her nephew in his chair.

“Cora Mills is your aunt?” Barney's hands began to sweat as he fumbled with the razor. He sent up a prayer not to cut the man sitting here, who would not be the type to forgive an accidental slice.

“Yes. That's what I said.” Irritation was creeping into Gaston's voice.

Barney spoke to fill the uncomfortable quiet as his blade glided across Gaston's cheek, its sharp edge making quick work of the stubble. “You have beautiful skin, Mr. Legume. I'm sure your wife will appreciate seeing you with this smooth, close shave. Very handsome.” He attempted, in vain, to keep a high pitched nervous tone out of his voice.

It was the wrong thing to say, judging by Gaston's response. His jaw tensed and his hands tightened into fists, the veins in his forearms standing out. “I'm not married,” he said through clenched teeth.

Barney laughed nervously. “I'm sure someday you'll meet a special lady.” Shut up, shut up!

Gaston's face darkened further.

“I have no luck with women, myself.” He knew he was babbling, but could not keep the words from pouring out of his mouth. “Maybe your aunt could set you up with someone. Not that you couldn't find someone yourself if you wanted to. Because you could. I mean, look at you. I bet you have to beat the women off with a stick. Who wouldn't want a strapping young man such as yourself?” He stopped to take a breath, his mind spinning, begging him to stop talking.

“I. Don't. Want. A. Wife. Women are nothing but trouble.” He paused, then muttered under his breath, “Especially if they're interested in books or music.”

Barney's hand froze where it hovered over Gaston's neck. Now he remembered where he'd heard the name Gaston Legume before.

“You're the one who–—!” The words flew out of his mouth before he could stop them.

“'The one who' what?” Gaston's handsome face contorted with rage.

“The one... the one..” Barney drew a blank. There was no way to fix this. He was unable to move, prey immobilized by the predator. The razor hung just above Gaston's neck.

Gaston knew exactly what “one” he was. The one who cut off his wife's finger. The one whose wife left him for a crippled old man. The one who looked like a fool. He'd been on his best behavior for weeks and still, no one would let him forget what happened.

He sat up and whipped around, ready to give the barber a beating he wouldn't soon forget. Warmth startled him as it spread down from his neck to his chest. When he tried to speak the only sound he made was a strange, wet gurgle. His hands fumbled, slippery at the slit in his throat. He looked at them and they were crimson.

“I'm sorry!” shrieked Barney, dropping the razor. He grabbed a towel and tried to stem the flood of blood gushing from Gaston's jugular. It was a futile effort, the white towel turned red and sopping in an instant. The anger and confusion in Gaston's eyes soon faded to a dull, lifeless gaze as his life drained away, and he slumped over.

“Oh, not again,” whispered Barney with panicked tears in his eyes. He hung his head and wrung his hands. No one would believe that Gaston had inadvertently slit his own throat. Another accident, and another body to dispose of. At least he had experience.

End Notes: I hope to post a chapter a week until this is finished-- and if you have a prompt, feel free to send it! I can always change the title to “Five” or “Six”...

[vinummagicae]

weeks have turned to months and your journey to olympus, your acceptance of your life as a demigod, has lead up to this moment. it's been brutal, wrought with pain and close calls, thick with loss, but you've endured. as you begin to get ready to sleep, winding down for the night, something inside of you feels different. there's a strength that grows that you only dimly knew was there before. you feel stronger, faster, more attuned to your senses and your own inner power. if you ever doubted that you might have divine blood in your veins before, now, more than ever, you feel it. 

as soon as your head hits the pillow you fall fast asleep, exhausted from the events that have lead up to this point. who knows however long later, you "awaken". you're not where you fell asleep, nothing is as it was when you slept. you have to blink a few times but you realize that you're in a place that seems familiar to you. describe this place? what does it look like, sound like, smell like?

Opening his hazel eyes, Ender looked around to see that he was no longer in the tent fast asleep next to the son of Apollo, but instead standing. The lights were bright and shining down at him in a way that blinded him temporarily. Raising a hand to cover the lights as his eyes got  adjusted to the sudden brightness, it took a few times of blinking before he could make sense of where he was. Standing in the middle of a stage, he was facing an auditorium where every red velvet upholstered seat lied empty. Glancing to his left and then right, Ender soon realised that he was alone standing there in the middle of the stage, in fact he was the only one from what he could tell in the building. He had been in this room before, several times in fact but never on this stage. He had sat in the mezzanine when he came to see Hamilton with his best friend, Cole, and years before that sat front and center as he watched Romeo and Juliet be performed here. It had always been his dream to stand on this stage - or any stage in Broadway -  to take the shape of a character and drop his old skin for a few hours but he never got to live that dream. Smiling to himself, the drunken demigod took a deep breath and inhaled the familiar scent of the theatre, they all smelled the same to him, and relaxed instantly. It smelled like home.  

the auditorium is as beautiful as you remember it. the overhead lights beam down on you and send your shadow in almost all directions. 

the air is filled with the familiar scent of hardwood and red velvet. even with the seats empty, you can feel the thrill of a performance thrumming beneath your veins. 

then you hear someone or something clearing their throat. you could’ve sworn this place was empty, except for you. you look around, hazel eyes trying to find the source, and see a figure sitting in the front row, directly center. the bright lights make it hard to see through but they shift to illuminate the figure. 

who or what do you see? describe what they look like and how they make you feel.

It was almost as if he could tell who was sitting there in the front row from the second he heard that familiar clear of a throat. How many times have he heard it directed towards him when he knew he was to be scolded for ‘not acting his age’ or whatever else the fine dressed man felt like getting onto him about that day/week/month. Taking a heavy sigh that he could feel throughout his whole body, Ender closed his eyes for a second almost as if he kept them close then he wouldn’t be able to see the white haired man sitting there, glaring at him and judging him for wanting this in life. Wanting to feel the thumm under his skin and pretend he wasn’t the same person that he was outside of this building-- There was one person who hated Ender McKenzie more than he did himself, and it was the man sitting there front and center. He could almost hear him say ‘Edward’ before he even had the chance to do so. Roger, his step father, never called him by the nickname he had given himself before he even met the guy, deciding that nicknames weren’t professional or some other bullshit. Then again nothing Ender ever did was in Roger’s agenda for the life he had planned for him.  Yet he always said he never wanted to be a father figure for the young child when he first married his mother. It seemed he just wanted to control him instead. Wanting a carbon copy of his real son-- someone to take over the business when he retired, who was married to a pretty little blonde and had a couple of kids. Big shock to him when Ender came out gay. Though it wasn’t really a shock when a kid grew up dreaming of standing on a stage like this, singing musicals around the house and talked about how Harrison Ford was handsome now was it? 

“Can you just not?” Ender asked before the voice could even speak, pinching the bridge of his nose; the feeling of safeness he felt just seconds before when he realized where he was standing was now gone. Then again Roger always was the best at stripping him raw, exposing who he was really on the inside and then leaving him bleeding out expecting Ender to stitch himself back up again and be the person he wanted the drunken demigod to be. Too bad for his step-father, it never worked out that way. 

roger sits there poised, hands resting on the arm rests, eyes focused on you. he doesn't react when you speak, only stares for what feels like an endless moment. this is the man who would turn you into a fraud, who would rip the happiness from your hands and turn you into a reflection of himself and his son—who would take your individuality and your freedom of self away just so HE could find some ounce of happiness. 

a smile curls along his lips and he brings his hands to rest in front of his chest, fingertips resting against fingertips. 

he opens his mouth to speak and you can't hear anything at first. the sound of the clearing throat is gone and instead it's replaced by something that sounds muffled. you can see him, he's only a couple dozen feet away from you, maybe, but trying to hear him and identify what he's saying is as if he's screaming from hundreds of feet away. 

you strain your ears to listen and then it all clicks into place. the voice is audible as if he's standing right beside you, talking into your ear. 

what is the voice you hear? does it belong to roger? is it someone else's? describe what you hear and how that voice makes you feel.

For a second, Ender is relieved. He can’t hear him and it makes him chuckle some. It almost feels like he is a young child sticking his fingers into his ear to avoid listening to their parents scold them. Though the feeling doesn’t last long and soon the familiar voice fills his ears--

It’s a deep and rumbling voice. More bass than baritone as if he was constantly grumbling or growling in his direction. Which he usually was in Ender’s case. It was one that could always fill him with dread.

The first time he was scared of that voice was when Roger sat him down and told him he was going away for a bit and wasn’t coming back until he was better. He was fifteen and it was also the first time he screamed out loud for his real father not knowing who he was or why he was calling out for the greek god. Just that he was scared and didn’t want to ‘go get help’ when he was perfectly fine. The second time he was scared of that deep voice was when he came out of the closet. He hadn’t been home from the psychiatric hospital for long before he came out of the closet - though again it wasn’t that much of a shock for everyone -. Ender still had the scar on his chin from that day that he hides under the slight stubble he always wears now. There had been other times he had been scared of that voice, never knowing what was to come from it. Too many times to count actually and he had given up trying by the time he hit twenty-one and could ‘legally’ drink. Alcohol always helped when it came to his step-father. He learned that at young age.

When the man speaks this time it’s one word, the word Ender had expected him to say before he even opened his mouth and the relaxing exhale he had taken moments before was gone and replaced with tension. As if someone had wound up every muscle in his body and he was ready to snap. All over one fucking word. “Edward.” 

Gods he hated that name. 

"edward," roger says once more, the voice a deep bass, a growl that rumbles through the speakers of the auditorium as if he's hooked up to a microphone. "i've been waiting for you." 

he doesn't move from his spot, still sits there with his eyes focused on you as if he's trying to gauge who you are now to who you were then. there's the unseen scars that linger beneath the surface, hidden away from sight from everyone but you. but he's the reason many of those exist. 

"you've kept me waiting." he says, finally standing up. he seems taller than you remember, towering over you even from his seat in the front row. "that disappoints me."

Was he always that tall or did he just have that way of making himself appear that way to him? Ender couldn’t remember, perhaps it was because when he still looked at him he felt like the 15 year old boy that was being told he was going away against his will. The man towered over him then and continued to do so even when he hit his own growth spurt that now made him over 6 feet tall. Yet the man before him could make him feel like he was 2 feet tall…

Sometimes never changed. 

“I thought I always disappointed you,” Ender said with ever so slightly a quiver to his voice at his words. Cursing himself he told himself to get a grip, to not let fear show as he planted his feet firmly on the ground of the stage. He had faced ogres and huge ass wasps and came out alive. He could face his step-father. Right? He hoped so anyway.

“What do you want? Can we make this quick? I have someone to get back to.” 

"always is a strong word, edward." 

roger moves from his seat and begins to walk along the long, almost endless row of red velvet seats. when he gets to the aisle, he stops to stare at you, hand resting on one of the large backs of the seats. the spotlight follows him, follows him for every step he takes. 

"we have as much or as little time as you may need, edward. i have waited this long, even if it displeases me. but you know about causing upset and unrest, don't you? what is it about you that makes you so rebellious?"

Ever the narcissist he tries not to be, Ender’s jaw clenched when the spotlight started to follow the older man. Here stood a man who made sure in his power that he could not end up on stage for a living, was now taking _his_ spotlight from him. Oh the irony was not lost on him and he added it to the list of many things why he hated this man. 

“Rebellious?” It was the first time in a long time, Ender actually laughed around the man and it was dry and bitter. "Who? Me?" 

It was a rhetorical question and they both knew it. Ender could count on one hand how many times this man had to bail him out of jail and pay the cops off just because he was hanging around the wrong crowd again. How many times his mother and him told Ender they had a fund set aside for his funeral because all three of them knew that it was only a matter of time before his coke and alcohol addictions caught up to him and they got the call that he was dead somewhere. None of them expected him to make it to the age of 30 and, well,  look at him now. 

“Why do you even want to know?” Ender asked as he began to pace back and forth on the stage, his hazel eyes staying on Roger the whole time. “Why do you even care? You made it abundantly clear over the years you were never a father to me, though you sure did try to punish me like one. Every little thing I did wrong you were there to make sure it was known how displeased you were with me.” Pacing from stage left he moved towards stage right before asking yet again, "Why do you care? No one cared what happened to me, no one ever cared about me except--” Except Cole. This made him stop, eyes going wide as he was hit with the realization of what he had done all over again. How he toyed the boy around for years, playing with his feelings, using him for sex until the day his best friend told Ender how he really felt. No he wasn’t going there right now. Not ever. “So I will ask you again, what do you want?” 

"i want your honesty, i want to know who you are." 

it's a strange thing coming from the man who, for so many years, never wanted to know who YOU were but only wanted you to be what HE wanted. he walks to the edge of the stage and the spotlight begins to flicker in and out, as if it can't stay lit for too much longer. you watch as roger raises a hand, waves it to the stage in a dismissing wave—a practiced one, you remember how easily he dismissed you when he was done with you—and you're no longer on the stage, but sitting in the same seat you sat when you saw hamilton, but you feel as if you can see the stage and every thing about it like you were still standing there. 

you blink a few times and realize that roger is sitting beside you. the stern face, the disappointed set of his jaw and eyes, isn't there. his eyes don't even look like his, you realize. but someone else's, someone kind. 

do you recognize the eyes? who do they belong to? 

"i only want you to be honest with me and yourself." roger says. 

"who are you?"

“Who are you?” It was a question Ender had asked himself so many times in his life; growing up, school, college, even now. There were moments he stared at himself in the mirror at camp and asked that to his reflection and the answer was always the same. “I am weak.” He didn’t glance at the pair of eyes but kept them on the stage wishing he was back up there. Where he belonged to be. It was like a magnetic pull inside him, trying to get him to go back up there but he couldn’t move. “I am weak.” He said again with a shake of his head, gripping the armrests of his seat to the point his fingers were turning white from his grip on them. “I am a high functioning alcoholic who only hurts the people who love him.” He hurt Cole. He hurt Greyson. Who knows who else he would hurt if they got close enough? Perhaps that is one reason he kept his distance and didn’t get too close to anyone at camp. Sure he would talk to them but why bother opening up if he was just going to leave them for his own selfish needs? 

“I am someone who doesn’t deserve love. I am someone who never expected himself to make it to the age of thirty, yet here I am and what for? Why am I still alive?” His voice cracked at the confession and before he knew it the rest came tumbling out of him like a river bursting through a dam. “It’s why I spend most nights high or drunk. I wanted to die. I spent so many of my years of my life never expecting it to get this far and what for? So I could be some kind of champion for a guy who never once offered to help me? Fuck that! Why should I help him when he didn’t help me every time I called out for him?  When I needed him the most he was nowhere to find and now that he is missing I have to drop my life and help him!?” 

Ender was all but screaming now as he spoke, his chest rising and falling as the emotions flowed through him. It wasn’t until he turned to look at the man sitting next to him he realized that the eyes were no longer Roger’s ice blue ones but someone else’s. They looked familiar like he had seen them pass by on a street or a party once but can’t place a name to who they belonged to. Though if he had to guess it was a female’s. Yet as he gazed upon them he felt oddly at ease, the rage and pain that had been filling up inside him at the question was gone. Instead it was more sadness as he asked-- “Who am I supposed to be? Because I have no idea anymore...I just know I don’t want to be weak anymore. I don’t want to die anymore and that scares me more than anything.” 

for a long time after you speak, roger stares at you. every time your voice rose, every time you were almost screaming, he didn't flinch away from you or tell you to be quiet. he didn't scream at you to shut up and stop complaining about the life you have. 

no, he only listens.

then, calmly, he begins to speak once more, still staring at you as if he sees into the deepest, darkest parts of you; as if he's shining a light on the places you wish no one to go. 

"it takes great strength to continue fighting, to persevere regardless of circumstance. it takes strength to still fight a fight for someone who never fought for you." from his hand, he produces a bushel of grapes and offers you one. "but maybe you don't do this for him, maybe you're here because you didn't want to die long ago and this was an option to allow you to live." 

he pops a grape in his mouth unceremoniously and peers at you through his lashes. "you are whoever you wish to be, ender. the world is a stage and you are an actor. you can pretend to be whoever you wish or finally be who you ARE."

hearing roger's voice and seeing roger's mouth form the name ENDER hits you like a brick. what emotions does it bring out of you?

“Is it fair for me to be selfish like that?” Ender asked reaching out to accept the grape because fuck he needed something right now. Even if it was just a small nectar filled grape, it was better than being sober for this. “Everyone else seems to actually want to help their birth parent and here I am not caring at all that he is missing. Is that wrong of me? Does that make me weaker than them?” Every time he stepped in front of a creature or person he was expected to fight, he wasn’t frightening for Dionysus but a chance for another day to live. And maybe all along he knew that deep down, that he had come to camp not to die like he thought but a chance to live like this version of his step-father suggested. Those pitch black eyes peered into his soul a bit more as he felt the grape pop in his mouth and released the nectar that he craved. It wasn’t until the slip of _Ender_ came out that he knew for sure this wasn’t his step-father as much as he had spent most of his life longing to hear that name fall from Roger’s lips. A sign that the man finally accepted him for who he was. The drunken demigod knew better than to get his hopes up and realized, finally, that it didn’t matter if Roger accepted him or not. He no longer lived to please or make him happy with his life choices. It wasn’t who he was anymore. It will never be who he is again now that he had a taste of what he could do. The strength his younger self never knew was deep inside him longing to be set free. If he had discovered it fully back then would he have killed the man out of rage and pent up energy? Ender didn’t dwell on the answer, knowing too well what it would be. 

Yes.

“Who are you? You are not him, I know that now. Why bring me here?” Ender asked, reaching for another grape missing his own bunch he kept on him at all times. 

"to have reservations is human. some maybe slipping into immortality quicker than you and that is alright." roger says, his voice a low rumble that still catches over the speakers of the theatre. "everyone's journey is different, that's what makes life beautiful. eventually, you will come to know your father and understand him. but if you shut him out entirely, this life—" he waves to the stage and then toward you. "would be gone entirely."

"i'm not him as you are now who he has tried to make you." roger stands, fingers moving to the bannister to look out over the stage. "i am an echo of your father's power, here to test your resolve. you are strong willed, son of dionysus." he tips his head toward you. "ender." his pitch black eyes almost turn as red as wine before shifting back to the abyssal emptiness of darkness. 

"it is up to you to craft a path for yourself. you picked a theater to bring me here." he pauses, looking at the stage once more. "Why?"

“He is the one who shut me out,” Ender said growling for a second letting that bit of anger slip through. At the mention of this figure being an echo of his power, Ender froze almost and stated at him with wide hazel eyes almost in disbelief. “Fifteen years...I have waited at least fifteen years for any sign of you and now you come to me? Now you want to act like you care? Now you want to show up? When were you when I needed you the most?! I--” He paused and once again pinched the bridge of his nose trying to calm down and focus on things that weren’t going to piss off the one person he had been screaming to the heavens for years over. So instead he focused on trivial things, like how the eyes shifted from dark black to red and part of him wondered if his own would do that one day when he tapped into whatever power he had within him. A sigh escaped him and he opened his own plain hazel eyes and glanced to the stage. “It’s where I wanted to be my whole life. Ever since my mother took me to see my first show when I was younger I dreamed of belonging up there- or any stage really. It’s where I could shed my skin and be someone else. I was--am so tired of being me that the idea of being someone else was ideal to a young child who could do nothing right, it felt like.” There was a pause in his words, the silence filling the theatre as he said, “I think part of me still longs to shed my skin some days and be someone else. It’s freeing to pretend you aren’t yourself even if it is just for a few minutes or hours. Makes you hate yourself a little less.”

"you weren't ready for the truth until now, ender." the bottomless eyes flicker toward you and back to the stage. roger takes a more relaxed stance, more so than you've ever seen him take before. he leans against the bannister and smiles. "but i'm here now and i won't be leaving unless you want me to." 

"you wish to be an actor, a shapeshifter." he turns to face you now, as if he's still looking into the darkest parts of you. "the stage is what you make of it. remember, all the world's a stage."

“I don’t,” Ender confessed looking at the man who was supposed to be an echo of his father’s power. As he said those two words he realized how true it was. “I don’t want you to leave. I wish you didn’t look like _him_ but I don’t want you to leave.” As he spoke he sounded almost like a small child asking his parents not to leave them at a babysitter or a new nanny as they rushed off to go to work. 

His whole life, he went on believing that he never needed a father figure in his life that he was fine with his mother who was a strong independent woman who raised him for a love of theatre and of arts. He never got to participate in father-son activities and he was okay with this. He told himself over and over that he didn’t need to know who his father was, that he didn’t need him to teach him things father’s taught their sons. But now, having a glimpse of him in front of him--

Well he realized how wrong he was and how much he wanted to keep that glimpse near him now. To make up for lost time almost. 

At the mention of being a shapeshifter, an actor, Ender nodded his head and explained, “It’s all I wanted in life. To pretend I wasn’t me for a bit. Roger, the real him, never let me achieve those dreams so I went to school for other things. But this,” his eyes glanced back to the stage with a longing. “This is where my heart lies.” Exhaling he turned back to the figure of his step-father and said, “The world is my stage now. I need to remember that.”

"i won't leave." roger says before he tilts a glance toward you, eyebrow arching up. 

"just as you wish to be a shapeshifter, this is not who i must be either." he begins to drip away, like a waterfall of wine until he is nothing more than a puddle of deep red at your feet. you hear an echo in your mind, a gentle nudge. "go on, maestro, turn me into whoever or whatever you wish me to be and you, too, will have an echo of your father's power."

what do you turn roger into? who or what shape does he take in this new form?

For a second his mind goes to Cole, the boy he was best friend with and the very boy he broke as well. Ender knew it was selfish to think this, to wish the echo of his father’s power to be the boy just so he could see and talk to him again. Sure he was selfish and the past him would have done it in a heartbeat, it just didn’t feel right to have his father’s echo to turn him. His mind then goes to the exact opposite of what he imagined he could make Roger look like. His step-father was tall and silver haired and screamed respect, but in his mind he saw a girl he once talked to at a party. They hit it off immediately, becoming friends and staying beside each other during the whole night, only for her to slip away without a trace and without a way to contact her. He had seen her face a few days later in the news having died from being mugged on her way home. Part of him blamed himself, though he never got her name or her number. He just held onto the bit of sass she threw at him, the way she made him laugh and the way she could boss him around after minutes of meeting her. “Her.” Ender said imagining the girl in his head. Her dark wavy curls, black eyes and petite frame. He didn’t even have a name for her, or if he did he lost it in the dug filled haze that was most of his twenties. He just knew that if she had more time on earth she would have been his other best friend, the only other person to boss him around and make him get his shit together when he needed it most. It was what he needed now. “I chose her.”

"good. now i'll give you my power and we'll kick some ass together." the new form grins and, although she's nameless for now, you think that, eventually, you'll find a suiting name for her. she pushes your shoulder and her dark curls bounce and her dark eyes see straight through you. 

you wake up feel as if you've been pushed from your bed and when your eyes adjust, you realize that you're back in your tent with greyson after a long, treacherous few days in the underworld. but oddly enough, you feel more well rested than you've ever felt before. 

kick some ass together.

it's a thought that races through your mind and you know that you're ready to take this stage by storm, star of the show or not.

[mydarlingl0ve]

I feel like this drags on a little, but my beta reader says differently so I'll leave it up to y'all to decide. I really liked writing this though. I hope y'all enjoy! AO3

Sakura Month Day 5- Love Letters

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Sakura’s first day off in weeks was spent doing the last thing she wanted to- helping Kakashi organize the hokage office. He's felt guilty for even asking her to come in on her day off, but that guilt was quickly squashed when she showed up with salt-broiled saury and sake.

“Maa, Sakura, you didn't have to do all this. Helping me organize everything is more than enough”

“Don't worry about it, Kakashi. I know you really haven't been eating since it was announced that Naruto is to become the next Hokage.” She smiled as she handed him the saury and some rice.

“He's only been studying for a year.” Kakashi grumbled. “If we can even call it that. You and I both know he's not a good test taker.” He chuckled as he poured the sake. “Being in your late 20’s must be fun without a war going on.”

“Kakashi,” Sakura slapped his shoulder with a slight frown. “just because you're not as young as you use to be doesn't mean you can't have fun. After we organize everything, let's go to the street fair!” She suggested, her face melting into a warm smile.

Kakashi felt himself blush under his mask and quickly mumbled “okay” before setting the saury aside and opening one of his drawers. Recognizing the neat stack of scrolls in the drawer he opened, he slammed it closed, making Sakura jump.

“S-sorry,” He stuttered, silently chiding himself. “this is the only organized drawer I have.” He answered her head tilt lamely. Sakura couldn't know what was on those scrolls. Ever.

“Alright,” She mumbled, taking another bite of her tempora, not really believing him.

Kakashi was mentally slapping himself. He knew which drawer he was opening. He knew what was inside said drawer. His dirty little secret. His entire heart was on display on those scrolls. His love for his former student. Each scroll has detailed descriptions of how much she affected him every time he saw her in his office or in town. Every time she accidentally brushed up against him when she gave him a tour of the newly built hospital last week. Every time their eyes met and he felt like he would melt into a pile of goo.

His overwhelming affection for his former student had startled him at first. Never in all his life did he think that he'd fall this hard for an old student of his, yet, here he was, staring at her as she ate wishing they were lounging on his couch back at his apartment while watching her favorite movie.

“Kakashi? Are you feeling okay? You've barely touched your food.” The worry in her voice immediately grabbed his attention and he regretted meeting her gaze. The concern in her eyes made his heart clench.

“Maa, I'm fine. I just remembered I have a council meeting in a few minutes.” He was lying. He skipped that meeting yesterday and had Shikamaru go in is place, again. He still hasn't found his icha icha book yet.

“Oh,” she whispered, her eyes sliding away from his as she looked at the food in front of her. “Well, we can't have you miss something as important as that.” She smiled up at him, but her smile didn't reach her eyes and it tore Kakashi apart. He didn't want to make her leave, but he couldn't risk her finding out about the scrolls.

“I'm sorry. I know you came all this way on your day off-”

“No, it's okay. I had things to take care of here anyway. Shizune needs me to go over the hospital guidelines again since there was a misprint.” She waved off his apology as she packed up her food. “I hope the saury is good, Kakashi.”

Kakashi watched with regret as she slowly stood and walked out of his office. As soon as the door closed, he let his head fall forward onto the desk. “I am such an idiot.”

~

Over the next few weeks, Sakura started receiving love letters from an anonymous man. Every one came with a small gift, from a gift card up to jewelry, the scrolls kept coming. Each one she read made her heart burst. She couldn't believe that someone paid that much attention to her.

One particular scroll she received on a snowy afternoon connected all the dots:

My darling Sakura,

Walking through the snow with you today was the most serene day of my life. I never knew snow could have such a calming effect. Every brush of our arms made me warmer then any coca could. I wish I could tell you to your face how I felt. I'm so afraid you'll turn me away. I cannot lose you, Sakura. I've lost so much in this life and to lose you would be beyond unbearable. Loving you from a distance is painful at times, but seeing you smile throughout your day is enough for me.

Sakura didn't know she was crying until the ink on the scroll began to run. Wiping her eyes quickly, she smiled and shook her head. “That man,” she giggled before gently rolling the scroll back up and putting it in her coat pocket, the gold bracelet that came with it dangled lightly from her wrist and she began running to the hokage tower.

Kakashi was absolutely, undeniably drunk. Never in his entire life had he ever been this drunk. He was sloppily working on another scroll for Sakura when she suddenly burst through the door, a warm smile on her face as she shut the door behind her.

“What're you doing here?” He slurred slightly as she quickly dumped the scroll into the drawer, knocking over his ink pot in the process. Ignoring his question, she sauntered over to the desk and placed the scroll she received today on his desk. Kakashi's eyes widened with realization as he stared at the now open scroll.

“Sakura, I-” He paused, unable to form the right words. She'd found him out, and it was his own fault. Sighing with defeat, he poured himself another drink.

“Is this what you do after we spend time together?” She giggled before downing the shot of sake he poured. “Get drunk and write about me?”

Yes. “No. I was reading a mission report.” He has panicking. He sent the wrong scroll.

“Is that so?” She smirked as she leaned over the desk and saw that his secret drawer was open. Kakashi quickly closed it before she could read anything else and sighed before hiding his face in his hands.

“I'm sorry, Sakura. You were never meant to know. I sent the wrong scroll today.” He mumbled into his palms.

“So, it was you the entire time?” She smiled as she gently grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away from his face, the chain of the bracelet catching on the fabric of his mask slightly.

Kakashi nodded in response, unable to meet her gaze. Sakura giggled at the bashful and embarrassed Hokage and picked up the scroll he had attempted to hide from her.

I love you, so damn much I can hardly stand it. You're so beautiful, and smart. Kami how can someone who has a heart as big as yours have a brain to match? You're the most amazing woman I've ever met.

Sakura gasped softly at what he'd written. No one had ever said anything like that to her before.

Kakashi stared at her as she kept her eyes glued to the scroll. That was what he had meant to send her today, but his drunk mind wasn't in on the plan. Kakashi pulled his mask down and took a deep breath to steady himself before he opened his mouth to speak.

“Oh, Kakashi,” Sakura whispered, finally ripping her eyes off the scroll to look at him and her entire mind went blank at the sight of his maskless face. Her jaw dropped at how handsome he was. His sharp jaw line, his slightly crooked nose, the little mole on his cheek. Without thinking, she reached out and ran her thumb across his jaw, the slight stubble making her breath catch.

“Sakura,” He whispered, his warm breath fanning her face as her thumb reached his lips. Placing a soft kiss to her thumb, he smiled and leaned into her touch. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you to your face before. I was afraid-”

“I know,” she interrupted him with a soft gasp. Each word he spoke against her hand made her heart beat go even faster. “I know. It's okay. Kami, Kakashi.” She giggled breathlessly. “Why else would I have spent my days off with you? Paid for our lunch without telling you I was bringing it?”

The smile on her face made Kakashi’s eyes widen as everything finally fell into place. She loved him too.

Kakashi’s face lit up with the most beautiful smile she'd ever seen. He immediately stood up and grabbed her by her hand and pulled her into his arms. Sakura relaxed into his embrace and smiled, her arms wrapping around his waist and burying her face into his neck.

“I love you too, Kakashi.” She whispered, causing him to tighten his arms around her in response.

“I cannot tell you how happy that makes me.” He whispered into her hair. “I never expected you to feel the same. I'm sorry if I said anything that made you uncomfortable.”

“You didn't.” She smiled as he pulled her face away from his neck and meeting his gaze. The adoration and fear in his eyes made her heart soar. “We’ll take it one step at a time, okay?”

Kakashi nodded before pressing his lips to her forehead and pulling her back into his embrace, his heart finally calming down.

“Thank you.” He mumbled into her hair again. “Thank you.”

[cowboy-canoodler]

A High Note of Love: Part 5

( Idk why I’m still writing this, not many people read it but w/e. I really like this chapter, but I’m also a whore for Sean so whatever lmao. I also do not do well with the other women in the camp, i have no idea how to write most of the men either but hey ho whatever!)

Master list :http://cowboy-canoodler.tumblr.com/post/183094165570/a-high-note-of-love-master-list

Sean, and Arthur were about to ride you to their camp to introduce you to the rest of the gang. Your heart was beating rapidly inside your chest, if they didn’t like you what would you do? Arthur was loyal, you knew that, and you didn’t want to force this choice on him, mainly because you knew that he wouldn’t choose you.

Your clothes now resembled someone of the higher society, but not high enough that the gang would be repulsed by you. You chose a deep emerald green gown, with gold lace accents along the collar, cuffs, and along your bustle, a small bonnet with Lillies adorned your head. You held a small suitcase full of day clothes and some make up to touch up later on, you had a feeling that you wouldn’t be riding back home tonight. A last look in the mirror and you were satisfied with you final outfit, you turned to leave your room and show yourself to Arthur. He was stood with his back at the bar, smoking a cigarette, you could see specks of mud on the back of his neck, some blood too.

“Those are bad for your health you know” You commented making your way towards him.

“Says who?” Arthur turned around with a smirk on his face, but his mouth fell agape when he saw you, “Hot damn”

“What?” You panicked, “Do I look okay?” You started looking down and around your outfit in a panic.

“No no! You- You look beautiful (Y/N)” Arthur looked lost for words, his eyes bore a hole into your outfit, almost as if he hadn’t seen one quite like it.

“Oh” Your head snapped up to meet his gaze with a blush dusting your cheeks, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear you replied, “Th-Thank you Arthur”. A smile crept its way into your face and you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “We shouldn’t keep Sean waiting”

“I guess you’re right, don’t know how happy I am that he’s comin’ on our ride, but it is what it is I s’pose” Arthur placed a hand on your shoulder and started leading you out of the door of the bar and there was a delicate touch to his hand as if he were handling something precious.

Sean was restless on his horse looking around at the people scattered on the streets, “finally” he looked over at you and Arthur, who had removed his hand from you as soon as he saw Sean, “thought you were gonna bail on me!”

“Did enough bailin’ for you when we saved your damn ass from hangin’” Arthur chuckled helping you onto his horse, you were settled and Arthur hoisted him self in front of you and sat down, somehow slotting in front of you perfectly and you wrapped your arms around his stomach for balance. That’s what you told yourself anyway, but you enjoyed the feeling of him being close to you again. The only time you two had been as close as this was weeks ago when you shared a bed, neither you nor Arthur had tried to initiate sex again after that. IT somehow didn’t feel right, like you would ruin what was blooming.

“God Arthur! you speak of that all the time but it was years ago!” Sean lightly kicked his horse to start your journey.

“It was last week!” Arthur shouted back, their personalities were so different from each other and yet they worked so well joking around and making you giggle.

“You sure? Feels like years ago when I’m with such delightful comp’ny, say Miss (Y/N)?” Sean looked back at you with a grin on his face.

“Yes Master MacGuire?” You lifted a brow to the ginger lad, a curious tone to your voice, “How can one such as I help you?”

“What part of Great Britain are you from?” Sean suddenly got very serious, not forgetting this man was Irish and probably hated the English for all they had done against the Irish.

“Lesnewth, Cornwall. Though I no longer consider myself English, if my mother saw me today she’d refer to me as a-” You shrivelled your face up, as if eating a lemon, and spoke in an over exaggerated posh accent referring to your mother, “A dirty Yankee, you’re a disgrace upon the name of (Y/LN) and should be whipped!” All three of you left out a laugh at your impression of your mother, “Not a delightful woman to speak to my mother, unless you’re Queen Victoria of course!”

“She sure sounds like it!” Arthur was still chuckling at your impression earlier, you could feel his stomach muscles working with each breath.

“Lisnewth? I ain’t never heard of that, but Cornwall? Now you’re talkin! I’m gonna guess you’re family’s in Tin mining then?” A couple of men on horses passed giving you and Arthur a dirty look.

“My my Master MacGuire! How ever did you guess?” You were genuinely surprised that Sean knew of the Tin mining in Cornwall, then again Tin mining is the only thing to come out of Cornwall. “You guessed right though, my family used to own a small Tin mine, then the prices shot up and we became rich. Funny how it happens to the un-expecting, and the un-deserving” The last part you mumbled under your breath but you’re sure Arthur heard, you could feel his shoulders tighten in response.

“You don’t need to tell him (Y/N), he’ll only get attached to ya, and then you gotta talk to him everyday!” Was Arthur joking? This was a rare sight indeed, you could feel that he was relaxed around you, or maybe it was Sean, it would make sense for Arthur to be relaxed around someone he considers his family.

“What if I want to speak to Master MacGuire everyday?” You teased Arthur, pinching at his stomach a little.

“Exactly! What if she wants to speak to me? I’m handsome, charming-” Sean puffed out his chest as he started listing his good qualities.

“Loud, cocky, prone to shoot before thinkin’“ Arthur cut in and listed Seans seemingly bad qualities.

“Oh, trying to turn her against me are you Arthur? Well how about we let the lady decide?” Sean looked directly at you and you stared to burn up.

“Oh! Well- I- Uh- I don’t really know you yet Master MacGuire, but I wouldn’t mind getting to know you better” You smiled back. Arthur snapped his reins and demanded his horse move faster, trying to get you away from Sean no doubt.

“Arthur!” Sean shouted but you were well ahead of him.

“Arthur? What are you doing?” You asked, tugging your arms at his torso.

“I don’t like you talking to him”

“Is this jealousy Arthur? Get a grip!” You snapped at him, why did you snap at him? Part of you was happy he was jealous, but you also felt conflicted. You should be able to freely speak to men or women without repercussions, and you especially felt hatred towards the fact you were being told what you can and can’t do. “I can get to know whomever I want” You lightly hit your head on Arthurs back to give him a nudge.

Arthur pulled on the reins and slowed down to a trot, “I know, I know. I don’t wanna control you (Y/N), I just. Nevermind, we’re close to the camp now” Arthur looked back and saw Sean catching up to you both.

“The hell Arthur?” Seans hair was dishevelled and he was out of breath.

“I wanted her for myself for a bit, got a problem?” Arthur teased Sean again, but his comment did bring a little happiness to you. “Besides, I had no idea what y’all were talkin’ bout. Tin, Cornwall, Liscewth or whatever” Sean and Arthur carried on their bickering but you were looking out over the forest.

You could see the glow of fires in the distance, the sun had started to set and a warm glow enveloped the forest around you. Highlights of deer in the trees, the flowers on the ground, and leaves in the trees. The evening was beautiful and you were so glad you could be here to enjoy it.

“Who’s that?” A Voice shouted from the trees, it came from a big man with a black beard and rotund belly. He carried a rifle in his hands, cocked and ready to fire.

“Sean and Arthur ya dumbass!” Arthur shouted back.

“Who’s that?” The man nodded towards you, a furrowed brow and pressed lips on his face.

“She’s a friend, put your damn gun away. Don’t point it at a a lady”

“Pleasure to meet you sir” You offered a warm smile, this was the second member of the gang you were meeting and you wanted to make a good first impression.

“You sure we can trust her?”  An air of suspicion was suddenly around you, it was like nothing you’d ever felt before.

“Bill shut yer damn mouth, if I thought we couldn’t trust her do you think I would have brought her here?” Arthur rolled his eyes and dismissively waved his hand at Bill.

“Well I suppose so, but I got my eye on you Missy!” You were slightly taken aback by Bills forwardness, you stared Bill in the eyes as you and Arthur made your way past on the horse.

“I look forward to getting to know you in the future Master Bill” Did you? Part of you knew that the suspicion would never fade away, maybe he was like this with everyone, nevertheless you needed Arthurs family to like you.

You, Sean, and Arthur came up to the hitching posts and Arthur dismounted, with very heavy feet. You swung your right leg over the horse and slid your way off as gracefully as you could a slight lighter than Arthur. Sean gave you a wink and walked his way into the camp, waving at fellow gang members along the way. There were tents, carts, and tables set up with people jostling about, drinking and having fun.

“Is there a party or something?” You asked, walking your way alongside Arthur.

“Naw. No party. Jus’ glad to be alive I s’pose” Arthur looked handsome in the evening light, the orange shades of the sun lit up the highlights of his face, His broad nose, stubbled jaw, eyebrows, eyes, hat, everything about him. He was just a very handsome man in general. He soon looked down and caught you staring, “Somethin’ wrong?” His brow raised and his eyes widened.

“No not at all” Your breath hitched as you looked into his eyes, “Just admiring the view. The evening sun lights up your features perfectly Arthur” A warm breeze passed and the smell of smoke from the fires wafted by, you could hear singing and laughing from the camp members.

“Not much of a view if ya tell me” Arthur looked away, you had thought your compliment had made him smile but now only furrowed bros and a scowl remained, you brought a hand to Arthurs cheek and turned him to face you again.

“It’s one hell of a view Arthur” You smiled again, and so did Arthur this time.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Sean shouted as he ran up to you and Arthur, “I told some o’ the members about ya! Don’t be embarrassed to meet them!”

“Thank you Master-”

“Please call me Sean, I beg ya”

“Thank you, Sean” Sean winked once more and ran back off into the camp towards a woman with blonde shoulder length hair, in tight curls, a whiskey bottle grasped firmly in her hand. “Well, who should I meet now?” you didn’t want Arthur to know you were nervous but you were certain he had already noticed.

“Come one, I’ll let ya see Hosea” Arthur placed a guiding hand on you once more and brought you to a table with an older man sat at it writing in a book. He was well dressed, and well kept, silver hair slicked to one side, years tugging at his skin

“Are we interrupting?” Arthur asked sitting him self down.

“Not at all Arthur I-” Hosea looked up and caught your eyes, “Oh pardon me I didn’t realise I was in the company of a lady” He stood up and extended an hand, “Hosea Matthews”

You took his hand and gave it a light shake “(Y/FN) (Y/LN), nice to meet you” Hosea gestured for you to sit down and you complied.

“You’re English?”Hosea asked, his eyes piercing into yours, he was workign you out without uttering a word about it, you nodded in response, “Ah, been in America long?”

“A couple of years now, but it feels like I’ve always lived here” Arthur stood up and walked over to a couple of crates by a wagon, he pulled out three bottles of beer and made his way back over.

“America can be like that, Arthur how did you and Miss (Y/LN) meet?” Hosea looked over at Arthur and grabbed one of the beers.

“Oh, I was scopin’ a target in Saint Denis, he went into a saloon, I went in, and (Y/N) was singing that night. Jus’ so happened to listen in” Arthur popped off the bottle caps and handed a beer to you, which you gratuitously accepted.

“My dear girl, you’re a singer?” Hosea raised his eyebrows and you started to feel embarrassed.

“Yes, It’s nothing big I just sing a couple of nights a week. I’m not all that good that I deserve praise or attention!” You were waving your hands about trying to sound humble.

“Not all that good?” Arthur scoffed and took a swig of his drink, “Hosea she has a voice like an angel” His comment made you blush deeply, a light chuckle escaping from your lips.

“Arthur doesn’t give compliments like this lightly, so I’m compelled to believe him” Hosea took another swig of his drink, he was very slender and kept his appearance up.

“I must thank you then Arthur” you gave Arthur a slight judge with your elbow, an embarrassment taking over you, it was a nice thought that Arthur kept compliments like this for people who really deserve it, not like then men who throw them around to manipulate you into getting into their bed for the night.

“S’no problem, I’m only tellin’ the truth” Arthur looked over at Hosea who had returned to writing in his book, you couldn’t quite tell what he was writing but it looked like a map of sorts with arrows and directions. Arthur caught you staring and promptly stood up, “we’ll leave ya be Hosea, you got work to do I see” Arthur offered a hand out to you which you accepted, and you stood up grabbing s hold of your drink in your other hand.

“No problem Arthur” Hosea look up to you, “pleasure to meet you Miss (Y/LN).”

“And you too Mister Matthews” you gave a small curtsy and followed Arthur who had begun walking towards the campfire, towards a man with black hair, a poncho, hat, and a guitar, and another with shoulder length brown hair, a beer, and a gaunt expression.

“This here is Javier Escuella and Kieran O’Driscoll” Arthur extended a hand out towards the two men who had been sitting in silence prior to your introduction. They both looked up towards Arthur and yourself.

“I ain’t an O’Driscoll sir!” Kieran promptly responded before seeing you, “Oh! I’m sorry I didn’t see you there” he stood up and offered a hand of greeting towards you, “I’m Kieran, n-not with the O’Driscoll part Ma’am, my last name’s Duffy” His expression was soft, not battle hardened like the rest of the gang you had seen, a small lanky sort of boy who’s hair fell in front of his face.

“Calm down, I was jus’ jokin’ around” Arthur diffused, setting himself down next to Javier who gave him a quizzical look. You bowed your head towards Kieran and took his hand giving him a reassuring smile. Javier look up at you and gave you a small nod, “this here’s Javier”

“A pleasure to meet you both, I’m (Y/N) (Y/LN)” you kept your voice soft as you introduced yourself, Arthur was sat in the floor next to Javier and you sat on a log next to Keiran, Javier went back to looking at his guitar and the air went dead, not at all like how it was with Hosea. “Do you play Mister Escuella?” You asked after taking a sip of your beer.

“Si, one of the things that keeps camp home. It’s nice to meet you Senorita” The guitar was beautiful, and very well kept, no signs of wear on the strings, carved intricacies were all over it, and Javier hands were always soft when handling the wood. 

“(Y/N) here is a singer in Saint Denis-” Arthur looked over at you, his eyes sparkling in the firelight, a warm glow to his face, God he was even more handsome right now. Your heart was about to beat out of your chest as you met his gaze, you saw his mouth moving but didn’t hear a word as you stared at him. (Y/N)?  (Y/N)? You there?” Arthur waved a hand infront of your face and you blinked in response.

“Huh?” you shook your head and saw Javier, Kieran, and Arthur were staring at you, “Yeah?”

“You zoned out there, thought we lost ya” Arthur and Javier chuckled, Kieran sat quiet.

“Oh goodness I’m sorry, I daydreamed for a second there. My apologies” You shook your hands in front of you, slightly flustered by your air headed session.

“As Arthur was saying, you’re a singer in Saint Denis?” Javier placed his guitar down gently and reached for a bottle that sat next to him.

“Yes! It’s how Arthur and I met” You regaled the story once again to Javier and Kieran, the Mexican was cool an collected, he held himself with pride and was always the first to laugh at Arthur telling a joke, Kieran on the other hand was quieter so as not to disturb anyone with his presence, he almost breathed in a silent way to make sure no one could know he was nearby.

“Would you want to sing something for the camp tonight? They get restless when drunk, restless and loud. I’d love to have a trained singer for once and not whatever these guys call singing” Javier chuckled as Arthur rolled his eyes.

“Why, Mister Escuella. I would love to” Your face brightened immensely, a smile wide across your cheeks, this would be the best situation to introduce yourself to the gang members and show them what you could do. What if they think you’re showing off? They’ll think you’re above them. They’ll hate you.

Arthur stared at you in awe, his mouth turning to a small smile, pride filling his eyes when he looked at this amazing woman so giddy, so ready to show yourself to his family. “You’ll do great (Y/N)” He gave you a reassuring look as you stood up to follow Javier.

“It was lovely meeting you Kieran” You gave Kieran a smile, looking him directly in the eyes to show him you meant it.

“Oh, th-thank you Miss (Y/LN)” He looked surprised, maybe he thought you’d forget about him like everyone seemingly does.

As you followed Javier and Arthur to the main fire where Sean ,Hosea, and other gang members had convened you swallowed hard. 

Please god let them like me.

[miniwolfsbane]

Meet the Parents

Summary: Remy  comes over for dinner to meet your parents

Rating: PG

Warnings: Remy brings wine.

Notes: You’re normal, not a mutant. (OMG, I know, right?! Not many imagines do this. LOL.) Your parents know Remy’s a mutant ahead of time and are fine with it, because they’re good people. You seem to be an only child and still live at home in your 20s/30s, because reasons. Also, this is for a standard American mom and dad family. I might do a single parent mom/dad imagine later on. Or grandparents or aunts, if there’s a demand for it. (Just ask!)

Author’s Notes:Originally posted to my Gambit Imagines blog. This idea just came to me the other night and I was like “Why Not?”. Surely I’m not the only one out there with an over-active imagination that has imagined the IMPOSSIBLE scenario of Remy shaking their dad’s hand and meeting the family? (*cough* And If I am...well, I’m a weirdo. We’ve confirmed this already. >_>) And then there’s the stupid stuff some of us do, like watching the only movie Gambit was in and telling your dad “This is the part where I scream.” (He literally has no idea how much I love Gambit and that was his in real life introduction.) Yep, I’m a weirdo. 

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“Hiiiii Remy!” You opened the door to greet Remy. He was looking rather handsome in his usual black jacket, with a white open collar shirt, and blue jeans that showed off his legs. He was holding flowers and a grocery bag with wine sticking out of it.

“Cherie, how are you? Thanks for having me over,” Remy greeted you with a brief kiss, coming inside.

“I’m great,” You smile hard, delighted to have him here. You’d been dating for a few months, but it felt like forever. Remy had proven himself to be one of the best boyfriends you’d ever had, and one of the most romantic.

You pulled Remy to the living room where your parents were waiting.

“Momma, dad, this is Remy LeBeau,” You introduce him, feeling yourself blush a little.

Remy handed your mom the flowers and gave your dad the wine.  “Pleased to meet you both. Thank you for having me over for dinner.”

Your dad gives Remy a hearty handshake. “Your welcome, Remy. Sit down. Let’s chat. Have you been taking good care of our baby girl lately?”

“Uh, I like to think so, but that depends on how she feels,” Remy smiled his million dollar dazzler at you.

“Yes dad,” You sigh, “Remy’s been a perfect gentleman. I’m not a kid anymore, I can pick a good guy.”

“Honey, the last three were an aspiring rapper, a  snobby fashion designer, and  a mooch with no job! So forgive me for questioning your tastes in boyfriends.” Your dad definitely wasn’t happy.

You crossed your arms, saying nothing while stewing.

“Well, sir,” Remy tried to disarm the situation, “I have a good job and I pay for everything when we go out. I’m kind of a part time super-hero and know my way around a good card game. It’s not easy money going into a burning building, but it pays very well. So Y/N is safe with me and doesn’t have to worry about anything.”

“Well, that’s a relief.  We try to keep a clean house, so tell me son, you don’t smoke? Try and keep your head straight, right? Nothing questionable?” Your father demanded. You wanted to crawl in a hole. Usually he waited until dinner or dessert to have this chat.

“Sweetie, he’s a very good looking young man. No way he’s into that,” Your mother spoke up.

“No sir,” Remy answered, “I’m what they call a good ol’ southern boy. Never had the desire to. My mind was always on...other...things. Work and finding a beautiful woman like this one here.” Remy put a heavy arm around your shoulders, giving your body a quick once over.  You swallowed hard. The rapper, the fashionista and the mooch hadn’t been this physically affectionate with you.

 “Good to know,” Your dad nodded with approval.

“Well, I’m going to finish making dinner,” Your mother announced, getting up “Should be ready in about fifteen minutes.”

“Y/N didn’t say much about you, except that you were a mutant and really nice,” Your dad said, “And that’s fine. So tell me more about yourself, Remy.”

“I’m thirty-six, I grew up in New Orleans. I have my own apartment and car. I like cooking, movies and jazz. I’m adopted and have a younger brother of sorts, but me and my family are on the outs most of the time. I never knew my real parents, but that’s okay. I’ll tell you I’ve had a lot of girlfriends, but none of them have been like your tres angélique daughter. She’s sweet, loving and takes good care of me. Knows how to treat a man right. And she cooks real good,” Remy smiled at you. You duck your head, embarrassed. You realize that your dad was right; You’d dated a bunch of losers. Remy was proving himself a real catch!

“Any man that can stomach my daughters cooking and like it, talking about her like that, is alright by me,” Your dad smiled big while you blanched at the slight insult. (Liking salt and hot sauce wasn’t a crime!).

Dinner was soon ready and you sat down, enjoying it.

“Baby,  pass me some more of that steak, please,” Remy said to you, then looked at your mother. “This is delicious, ma’am.  Better than any restaurant. You are an amazing cook, Misses Y/L/N.”

“Oh, thank you Remy! Such a sweet young man,” Your mother was so impressed, “If I was ten years younger and single...”

“Mom!” Your eyes went wide.

“Ten? More like twenty,” Your dad laughed.

Your mom gave him the driest of looks. Ooh, they’d have words later, for certain.

“Aw, come on,” Remy smiled, “I’m pushing fourty, that’s not so young. And nothing wrong with an older woman in a relationship, I think. Wouldn’t you agree, Cherie?” Remy looked at you.

“They say age is nothing but a number,” You said, “But I always found younger guys a little immature. And thirty-six isn’t that old, cut yourself some slack.”

“I guess,” Remy said, enjoying the steak.

Dinner ended and dessert was short, but fun. Remy and your father made plans to go golfing on the weekend, so that was a good sign that your dad like him.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, okay ma petite? We’ll make plans,” Remy held your face as you stood at his car outside.

“Okay,” You sigh happily. You were really starting to fall for him, no doubt about it.

You go back inside, unable to wipe the smile from your face.

“So, uh, what did you two think? Did you like him?” You ask your parents anxiously as they sat in the kitchen, finishing their coffee.

“I liked him,” Your dad nodded, “Good personality, smart, sounds like a hard worker. I’m looking forward to getting to know him better. Maybe talking him into cleaning up a little so he doesn’t look like such a hobo with that shaggy hair and stubble.”

“I like his stubble!” Your mother and you speak at the same time.

“Mommm!” You whine.

“Oh honey, I’m married, I’m not dead!” Your mother smiles innocently.

You stomp off to your room, realizing that you picked a boyfriend that’s a little too attractive.

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End (Hope that wasn’t too squick??)

[gambitimagines]

Meet The Parents

Summary: Remy comes over for dinner to meet your parents

Rating: PG

Warnings: Remy brings wine. Smoking mention, but it’s negative. Edit: Drugs mentioned removed because I felt like it, replaced with asking “Nothing questionable?”.

Notes: You’re normal, not a mutant. (OMG, I know, right?! Not many imagines do this. LOL.) Your parents know Remy’s a mutant ahead of time and are fine with it, because they’re good people. You seem to be an only child and still live at home in your 20s/30s, because reasons. Also, this is for a standard American mom and dad family. I might do a single parent mom/dad imagine later on. Or grandparents or aunts, if there’s a demand for it. (Just ask!)

Author’s Notes: I know I don’t normally do fan fics for this blog, but this idea just came to me the other night and I was like “Why Not?”. Surely I’m not the only one out there with an over-active imagination that has imagined the IMPOSSIBLE scenario of Remy shaking their dads hand and meeting the family? (*cough* And If I am...well, I’m a weirdo. We’ve confirmed this already. >_>) And then there’s the stupid stuff some of us do, like watching the only movie Gambit was in and telling your dad, “This is the part where I scream.” (He literally has no idea how much I love Gambit and that was his in real life introduction.) Yep, I’m a weirdo. 

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“Hiiiii Remy!” You opened the door to greet Remy. He was looking rather handsome in his usual black jacket, with a white open collar shirt, and blue jeans that showed off his legs. He was holding flowers and a grocery bag with wine sticking out of it. 

“Cherie, how are you? Thanks for having me over,” Remy greeted you with a brief kiss, coming inside.

“I’m great,” You smile hard, delighted to have him here. You’d been dating for a few months, but it felt like forever. Remy had proven himself to be one of the best boyfriends you’d ever had, and one of the most romantic.

You pulled Remy to the living room where your parents were waiting. 

“Momma, dad, this is Remy LeBeau,” You introduce him, feeling yourself blush a little.

Remy handed your mom the flowers and gave your dad the wine.  “Pleased to meet you both. Thank you for having me over for dinner.”

Your dad gives Remy a hearty handshake. “Your welcome, Remy. Sit down. Let’s chat. Have you been taking good care of our baby girl lately?”

“Uh, I like to think so, but that depends on how she feels,” Remy smiled his million dollar dazzler at you.

“Yes dad,” You sigh, “Remy’s been a perfect gentleman. I’m not a kid anymore, I can pick a good guy.”

“Honey, the last three were an aspiring rapper, a  snobby fashion designer, and  a mooch with no job! So forgive me for questioning your tastes in boyfriends.” Your dad definitely wasn’t happy.

You crossed your arms, saying nothing while stewing.

“Well, sir,” Remy tried to disarm the situation, “I have a good job and I pay for everything when we go out, “I’m kind of a part time super-hero and know my way around a good card game. It’s not easy money going into a burning building, but it pays very well. So Y/N is safe with me and doesn’t have to worry about anything.”

“Well, that’s a relief.  We try to keep a clean house, so tell me son, you don’t smoke? Try and keep your head straight, right? Nothing questionable?” Your father demanded. You wanted to crawl in a hole. Usually he waited until dinner or dessert to have this chat.

“Sweetie, he’s a very good looking young man. No way he’s into that,” Your mother spoke up.

“No sir,” Remy answered, “I’m what they call a good ol’ southern boy. Never had the desire to. My mind was always on...other...things. Work and finding a beautiful woman like this one here.” Remy put a heavy arm around your shoulders, giving your body a quick once over.  You swallowed hard. The rapper, the fashionista and the mooch hadn’t been this physically affectionate with you.

  “Good to know,” Your dad nodded with approval.

“Well, I’m going to finish making dinner,” Your mother announced, getting up “Should be ready in about fifteen minutes.”

“Y/N didn’t say much about you, except that you were a mutant and really nice,” Your dad said, “And that’s fine. So tell me more about yourself, Remy.”

“I’m thirty-six, I grew up in New Orleans. I have my own apartment and car. I like cooking, movies and jazz. I’m adopted and have a younger brother of sorts, but me and my family are on the outs most of the time. I never knew my real parents, but that’s okay. I’ll tell you I’ve had a lot of girlfriends, but none of them have been like your tres angélique daughter. She’s sweet, loving and takes good care of me. Knows how to treat a man right. And she cooks real good,” Remy smiled at you. You duck your head, embarrassed. You realize that your dad was right; You’d dated a bunch of losers. Remy was proving himself a real catch!

“Any man that can stomach my daughters cooking and like it, talking about her like that, is alright by me,” Your dad smiled big while you blanched at the slight insult. (Liking salt and hot sauce wasn’t a crime!).

Dinner was soon ready and you sat down, enjoying it. 

“Baby,  pass me some more of that steak, please,” Remy said to you, then looked at your mother. “This is delicious, ma’am.  Better than any restaurant. You are an amazing cook, Misses Y/L/N.”

“Oh, thank you Remy! Such a sweet young man,” Your mother was so impressed, “If I was ten years younger and single...”

“Mom!” Your eyes went wide.

“Ten? More like twenty,” Your dad laughed.

Your mom gave him the driest of looks. Ooh, they’d have words later, for certain.

“Aw, come on,” Remy smiled, “I’m pushing fourty, that’s not so young. And nothing wrong with an older woman in a relationship, I think. Wouldn’t you agree, Cherie?” Remy looked at you.

“They say age is nothing but a number,” You said, “But I always found younger guys a little immature. And thirty-six isn’t that old, cut yourself some slack.”

“I guess,” Remy said, enjoying the steak.

Dinner ended and dessert was short, but fun. Remy and your father made plans to go golfing on the weekend, so that was a good sign that your dad like him. 

“I’ll call you tomorrow, okay ma petite? We’ll make plans,” Remy held your face as you stood at his car outside.

“Okay,” You sigh happily. You were really starting to fall for him, no doubt about it.

You go back inside, unable to wipe the smile from your face.

“So, uh, what did you two think? Did you like him?” You ask your parents anxiously as they sat in the kitchen, finishing their coffee.

“I liked him,” Your dad nodded, “Good personality, smart, sounds like a hard worker. I’m looking forward to getting to know him better. Maybe talking him into cleaning up a little so he doesn’t look like such a hobo with that shaggy hair and stubble.”

“I like his stubble!” Your mother and you speak at the same time.

“Mommm!” You whine.

“Oh honey, I’m married, I’m not dead!” Your mother smiles innocently.

You stomp off to your room, realizing that you picked a boyfriend that’s a little too attractive.

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End (Hope that wasn’t too squick??)

[lr-supernaturaladdict]

Abomination Ch. 01

Chapter 1: Only the Beginning 

Summary: What happens when the girl sent by the king of hell falls in love with the Winchester who refuses to love. What happens when she gets rejected by the older Winchester and she releases her inner demons. What'll happen when the boys find out shes really a demon/angel hybrid after only finding out herself shortly before. Even being raised by the king of hell to know you were at least half demon didn't prepare you for the roller coaster of loving and hating Dean Winchester. You only just begun to realize how much of an abomination you really were.

Word Count: 4242

Warnings: Sexual Content, Swearing

You stood standing in front of the bathroom sink forcing yourself not to look into the mirror. You had to keep yourself from showing what you were, an abomination, the way you were acting surely they could tell. You had one goal set by your adoptive father, to watch over them and report anything they may have been doing to catch him off guard. He said you were different then the rest of them, the demons, even if you didn’t quite know what he meant.

“Y/N?” you heard a knock on the door with a deep voice on the other side that sounded concerned. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine, just needed to freshen myself up a little,” you say as you look up at yourself in the mirror, eyes as black and shiney as onyx. “I will be out in a moment.”

You heard a soft growl on the other side of the door before you heard his deep voice again, “just hurry okay?”

“Okay,” you say turning to the door. “Just don’t start without me.”

All you heard in response was a groan and a thud only assuming he had thrown himself restlessly on the bed. You turned yourself back to the mirror and forced your eyes to turn back into the beautiful (Y/E/C) that drove men and women alike insane. You reached up to pull the ponytail undone that had been holding your (Y/H/C) hair out of your face and sighed as you normally had done after a long night hunting. You had blood on your hoodie and the front of your tight black jeans, all you could think about is how you almost let them see what you were. All you could remember is the breath taking pleasure you had felt taking that creature's life, even when after long dead you continued to butcher it.

As you unzip your hoodie and slide it off, leaving you in only your tight white tank top that you could practically see through, you started to hear another groan, only having more of a deep frustration and footsteps coming towards the bathroom door once more.

“(Y/N) what’s taking you so long?” he muttered deeply.

“You want me to look somewhat good, don’t you?” you smirked as you remembered how much waiting upset him. You let out a slight purr of excitement when you heard the handle start to move. “You don’t think I’m smart enough to lock the door when I want my alone time, silly hunter.”

“You also forget that if I wanted to kick the door down right now I could.” he growled at you.

“And yet you haven’t, because deep down you love when I build the sexual tension,” you chuckled softly and heard a soft mumble for a response, not that you could make out what he was saying.

You stood directly in front of the door now almost forgetting the real reason you had been in the bathroom, to hide your true self from the man you have been having sex with for the past 8 months. The man you’ve known and desperately craved for over two years.

“Go sit on the bed.” you said sternly, trying not to let on that the impatience in his deep was starting to turn you on slightly.

“What do I get out of it?” he said curiously.

“Do it and find out,” you heard the footsteps again and a softer thud then before. You unlock the door and open it slowly, putting your hand against the door frame to lean slightly against it. “Good boy.”

His head was looking down at his feet before he heard your voice again, his hair was short and a light sandy brown, spiked up slightly from when he always would run his large hands through it and suited his ruggedness perfectly. His jawline was sharp almost as though you could cut yourself on it. His cheekbones were beyond perfect and his eyes were the most piercing shade of emerald green you’ve ever seen. His body was almost to perfect as well, so sculpted and tight. He wasn’t wearing the red flannel he had been wearing earlier only his tight black t-shirt and his jeans. You could see almost every well defined muscle under his shirt, muscles you knew very well due to the fact your hands and tongue have touched almost every single one, many times.

He started to stand as you walked towards him. “Winchester, my orders were very clear. You sit back down, now.”

He smirked, it was almost enough to let him do as he wanted, almost. “Are you going to make me, sweetheart?”

You stopped a few feet from him, even now he towered over you. He was handsome, strong, and tall. All the things you’ve always liked in a man's physical appearance, but it wasn’t just his looks that drew you to him. He was kind and gentle, he would never admit to it if you said that out loud to though.

“Well?” His voice brought you out of your trance.

“You know, I could say that I would force you down onto the bed but we both know how that would work. You would grab me and instead do what you wanted,” you smirked looking up at him innocently. “Or I could gently lead you om to the bed and make you think I’m going to do things you always love.”

You could see the deviant smile form on his face as he looks at you with his beautiful green eyes. “I sense another option coming.”

You raise your right hand to your chin and move your gaze slightly to the right of him. “Or I could just tempt you with what you could have and tell you no until you do as I say,” your eyes meet back with his and a smug smile crept over your lips.

He doesn’t budge and looks at you with a stern gaze. “Mhm, sure sweetheart.”

He was calling your bluff, to bad for him you weren’t. You moved both hands to the waistband of your jeans slowly unbuttoning and unzipping them, never breaking your eye contact with him. “Suit yourself big boy.”

You bent slowly pulling your pants down as you went and slowly coming back up to step out of them. He kept his gaze to you as you turned around and lifted your arms slightly, with your back to him. Lifting your arms like you did caused your tank top to lift above your hips where the hemline had been sitting snuggly, showing your black lace thong to him. You start stretching slightly to the left and right before finally bending yourself forwards. You could hear a growl in delight, you knew he always loved how you looked bent over, even better over his knee or as he thrusted his dick inside of you.

“O-okay, if I sit down are you going to stop teasing me and do what I want?” you could hear a slight annoyance in his voice. You looked back at him with your lip curved slightly into a crooked smile.

Slowly standing up right and turning around you purred softly. “I just might,” you moved your hands down your torso slowly and grabbed the hem of your tank top, lifting it off of you slowly. You wanted to show yourself off the the man in front of you. In this moment you didn’t care what you were, all you wanted to do was torture this sexy man in front of you.

You pause slightly as you think about how long it’s been since you’ve actually had sex with him, and realize it’s almost been two weeks since you had been just alone together. You were normally sharing a room with him and his taller younger brother at the nasty hotels, so there wasn’t much privacy. For some reason the younger of the brothers had decided to get his own room tonight.

“You’re killing me you know,” he growled and watched as you finished pulling off your tank top. He bit his plump bottom lip as he watched your breast bounce slightly when you brought your arms back down to your side. You had on a black bra with a little red lace on its trim didn’t leave much to the imagination, it pressed into your breast snuggly and made your boobs almost pop out of it with even the smallest of movements. You knew he would like it because of that reason alone, made it hell during hunts but it made him gleam with happiness when he saw it on you.

He ran his big hand through his hair and back down his face, you couldn���t help but watch his bicep and forearm muscles flex. He finally sat back down on the bed. “Good boy,” you couldn’t help but say as you walked over to him. A playful smile took over his mouth as you stood in front of him and ran your hand through his soft hair. He started to kiss your stomach softly and moved down to your hip, along the waistband of your thong before pulling it into his teeth. As he let go and moved his tongue along your waist you felt a heat run through your stomach and down into your core.

He grabbed your hips roughly and looked up into your eyes, his eyes had darkened with lust and at the same time a spiteful rage that you knew deep down you loved. “You're bad to have kept me waiting (Y/N).”

You moved onto his lap, straddling him and put your hand on his stubbled chin keeping his face in your direction knowing he wanted to bite and nip at your chest as soon as you were on top of him. “Did daddy not like his little toy making him wait?” you moved your face next to his and pressed your lips against his ear before whispering, “Does daddy hate it when his little toy told him what to do?”

You could feel his grip tighten on your hips and his jaw clench, but before you  could do anything else you bucked his hips into yours and the next thing you knew you were on your back. He grabbed your wrists and pulled them above your head roughly holding them there with one of his hands as he worked his belt buckle with the other. “(Y/N), you’re going to wish you didn’t tease me like you did,” he snarled slightly while pulling his belt from his pants. “Now you’re going to listen to me, or this belt is going to leave a nice red mark on that round ass of yours. Understood?” he set the belt next to him, bent in half slightly.

You nodded and sighed softly. “Yes daddy.”

He bit your neck roughly and moved the hand not holding yours in place up your thigh. “Good girl,” His hands warm, quick movement and his low rumbling tone into your neck made you shiver. You could feel him smile into your neck as he started to rub your through the little fabric there was, feeling him slowly move the fabric to separate the lips of your pussy.

You let out a soft moan as he bit your jaw softly and moved his thumb over your clit, making sure to rub it softly as to torture you as much as he could. “Mm, daddy’s toy is nice and wet already. Do you want daddy to fuck you (Y/N)?” he growled into your ear and you replied with a nod.

He moved his hand that had been holding yours down to your breast, almost becoming to impatient as he pulls your bra down and letting your boobs spill out. He kissed down your neck, licking your skin gently as he moved down your boob taking your nipple in his mouth, sucking it softly. “D-daddy..” you let out a soft moan.

He bit down on your nipple softly and looked up at you. You knew he could tell that the gentleness of his touch on your clit was driving you mad, so much you almost regret making him listen to you. He released your nipple with a soft wet popping noise, you could see the satisfaction in his eyes. “Yes sweetheart,” his touch seemed to be getting harder but still as slow as it was.

You bit your slip slightly looking at him, bucking your hips into his hand wanting him to touch you more. “Please, D-daddy.. I want m-more…”

He started to moved down your body further and stopped all movement with his hand, making you whimper.  You felt the bed shift more as he sat up. “Look at me (Y/N),” you looked up at him as he smiled, you pouted slightly. “I want you to touch yourself.”

You hesitated for a moment until you saw his brow furrow, you didn’t want the belt tonight so you complied with his demand. You started to pull down your thong halfway expecting him to help but when he didn’t you finished taking it off on your own, you knew if sex was the final goal for the night he was probably going to just rip them off and you’ve become fond of this pair unlike the others.

“Yes, sir,” you moved your hand into your crotch and started rubbing softly looking up at his pleased facial expression.

“Good girl, now I want you to make yourself climax for me as I watch you.”

You bit your lip and started to rub your clit softly, slowly getting faster. You hated but loved at how dominate he got when he wants something. You slide one finger in your entrance as you rub your clit harder, closing your eyes and pressing your head back into the pillow underneath your head. You barely hear his own moan from the satisfaction of watching you over your own.

As you got closer to coming you rub yourself faster, opening your eyes to see him standing next to the bed. You had been too busy enjoying your sensation to notice the weight had lifted from the bed. He was shirtless now, his muscles more defined without his shirt on. You couldn’t help but stare at his perfect body, moaning louder as you reach your climax. His abs were hardened and you could see faint scars from the few times hunts went south but you still thought even those were mouth watering. His chest was chiseled and his shoulders were wide, almost making his body a V shape from there to his waist.

As you start to come down from your climax he leaned down slightly over your face and grins. “As much I loved watching you please yourself, it’s my turn. Hands and knees,” you looked at him slightly confused and dazed until he raises his voice. “Now (Y/N)!”

You quickly realized what he had told you to do and did so, you made sure to spread your legs far enough to rest between them if that's what he wanted to do. When you heard his zipper and the soft thud as his pants hit the ground you couldn’t help but smile. All you wanted was thick cock inside of you and before you knew it a whimper left your lips.

His callused hand ran down from your back down onto your ass and massaged it softly, you moved back into it as much as he would let you and you could almost swear you heard a soft groan coming from him. The next thing you knew you felt the tip of it pressing against the entrance softly as one of his hands ran up your back to your hair, leaving the other firmly on your ass.

He gripped your hair tightly and pulled your head back making you look at him. “What do you say, princess?” you see his lip perk up in a smile.

You could see his evil grin even in his eyes, lustful and angry much like they always are when he’s like this. You bite your lip and meet his gawking gaze whimpering softly wanting him to fill every inch of you. “Please, Dean,” you finally say as calmly as you could.

Before you knew it a hand had struck your ass firmly and left it throbbing. You hear a growl come out of his throat as he pulls your hair harder and presses his lips to your ear. “You know what you’re supposed to call me when I have you like this (Y/N). Now try that again before I use the belt,” he whispers it softly but his deep raspy voice in your ear sent shivers down your spin.

As you try to answer his demand you felt a sharp pain in your neck as he bit down into it, leaving it purple and knowing it would bruise. It was a good thing you're able to will yourself to heal quickly.

He growls again gripping your sore ass cheek roughly making a knot form in your throat. You swallow roughly as you push into his hand. “Please, daddy. I-I need you inside of m-me,” you say shakily.

You can feel him smile into your shoulder before sliding the head of his dick inside of you, making sure you adjust before trying to go in further. “Fuck, (Y/N). How is it even possible to be this tight again?” he groans into your back.

As he slides it in slowly inch by inch you let off soft moans allowing him to know that you were enjoying his thickness. You push back into him urging him you were ready for his full force but when he was fully in he just kept it there, you could feel it throbbing and you were sure he felt the tightening around himself when you became impatient. “Da-daddy, pl-please” you manage to let out with a broken tone.

“Say what you want baby,” determined to keep one hand in your hair tightly he reached around in front of you, grazing your pussy gently.

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t scream anymore, daddy,” you say sternly as you press yourself further into him but at the same time urging him to touch you with his strong hand.

He pulls it out slowly making you let out a whimper thinking that he wasn’t happy with your pleading, until he thrusts it back into you with full thrusts. He has a way of leaving you on edge until he gets what he wants, but you love it.

“Oh GOD,” you scream as he continues to thrust into you, harder and harder with each one. He pulls your hair and makes your body come up with him until you were on just your knees, back against his strong chest.

He kissed your neck and moved the hand that had once been in your hair to your breast, kneading them in his hand. He started to slow his pace a bit that left you needy and curious all at once. Dean rarely ever was actually affectionate but you didn’t blame him because you knew of his past, although you did crave his touch. Especially his kiss, which of all the things you’ve done together kissing was not one. He always kept his affection mean and sexual, never loving even when you craved it he was always the one calling the shots. He often used his strength against you, if only he knew what real strength you had and that you only let him do those things because you wanted them.

As he kept his slow pace he moved his hand not on your breast to your stomach, digging his strong fingers into it tightly. “Tell me I’m the only one who gets to fuck you, princess,” he growled in your ear thrusting into you deeply.

“You’re the only one who gets to fuck me, daddy,” you purr as you lean back against him as much as physically possible.

“Good,” his tone was soft for a moment before he groaned and started thrusting into you harder again. He used the hand on your stomach to keep you in place as he kept going faster and harder.

You started to moan loudly as he hit your g-spot almost screaming, getting closer to the edge. He moved the hand he had on your breast to your neck and started to choke you softly. “Such a good little slut for daddy,” he groaned into your neck as he felt you tighten around him. “Come for me, princess.”

Just like that you were coming for him, his demand pushing you over the edge you were on. “Daddy, o-oh god,” you screamed loudly.

He pushed you back onto your hands and knees, gripping your hips tightly as he pumped into you as hard and fast as he could. His hands so tight on your hips you could almost feel the bruises form, but if felt so you didn’t care and soon you were already on the edge again. “You’re going to hold it sweetheart, until I’m ready,” he said as he felt you clenching around his thickness again.

All you could do is nod in response as you forced yourself to hold your climax, but his hard movement into you hitting all the right spots had you wanting to come more then anything.

He ran his hand up your back and gripped your hair again pulling it tightly. His breath had gotten heavier and his voice was deeper. “Alright princess, come for daddy,” you could almost hear the smirk on his voice.

You let yourself release as you felt the bucking of his hips start to lose its rhythm and the warmness of his own release just made yours feel so much better. “Mmhmm, daddy,” you moaned as you pressed back into his making sure not to lose any of the feeling he had given you.

He groaned and patted your butt softly signalling you he was done. You bit your lip as he pulled out of you, enjoying the last feeling of him inside of you before finishing pulling it out of you. “Now that was a good girl,” you could hear the smirk on his lips in his voice.

You moved over to the side of the bed to let him lay down and soon felt the urge to sleep flood you. “Dean?” you whimpered.

“Yeah sweetheart?” he asked as you felt a blanket cover your body and the bed shake softly as he laid down next to you.

“Were you concerned when I took that much anger out on the vamp tonight?” you rolled over to face him.

He put his hand on your cheek, cupping it gently and smiled softly, you could even see the smile in his eyes. “Of course I was, Sam and I both were, but that’s because we care about you (Y/N),” he said almost sweetly. “Are you alright? I mean do you know why you let so much anger out like that?”

You couldn’t help but stare into his eyes for a moment, wanting nothing more than to kiss the kind man in front of you, but you knew better. “Thanks Dean, and no I don’t really know why. It’s almost like I just felt the need to do it,” you lied to him. You knew exactly why you did it, the demon inside of you wants out, the goodness in you almost let it. You wanted blood.

“Well, talk to me if you need to okay sweetheart? I mean it,” he smiled again before removing his hand from your cheek.

“You know I will.”

“Good,” he huffed as he rolled over to face the other direction. “Goodnight, (Y/N).”

You couldn’t help but stare at him, even it being just the back of his head. Did Dean Winchester just show and say he actually genuinely cared about you? No, he couldn’t. You were just a hunting companion and friend to both brothers, but also a fuck doll for Dean, right? Maybe he did though and maybe he would actually show that to you in more ways than one. Has the man you’ve known for years gone soft? No, he’s Dean fucking winchester, he only goes soft for his brother and the angel. Why do you care so much if Dean did care?

You shook your head semi violently to break your trance and roll over to face the other side of the room, back to back with Dean. He was one of the nicest men you’ve come to know. He made you smile and laugh, a thing very hard to do knowing where you grew up. You both loved the same unhealthy food and classic rock music. You even could out drink him half the time, of course you have a little different of blood to alcohol tolerance not being all human

You ran your hand over your face trying to cloud your thoughts with anything but him. Nothing seemed to work.

You looked over your shoulder and smiled at him as you saw his body move slowly, hearing his faint snore. Maybe it isn’t just in a normal way you care about him, maybe you lov- no you couldn’t. You scrunched your face and swallowed deeply.

You’re in love with Dean Winchester.

Chapter 2

Masterlist

[eloquent-cabbage]

Ouroboros

The lightning illuminated the sky, shortly followed by the monstrous thunder. It was lucky, really, for that was the only way he could actually see where he was heading. His legs were slightly wobbly due to his state of drunkenness and the wet grass didn’t help. It was the third time this week he went to the graveyard to visit her.

She had died last week. Car crash. Nothing anyone could have done. The police had said the oncoming truck swerved into her lane and before she could react she was underneath it, all mangled in her car. They needed dental records to identify her and called him only the next day with the bad news. He already knew though, and how could he not? She didn’t come to his place that night and he knew something was wrong.

He managed to stumble to her grave as the rain was getting heavier. The sky lit up again, immediately followed by a deafening sound of thunder. The oak in the middle of the graveyard was cracking as its thickest branch fell to the ground with a loud thud. He looked over and something made him get up from his knees and walk over. He could feel the taste of sulfur in his mouth and everything seemed even foggier than before in his head. The ground was slightly uneven and his left foot slid into a slight hole in the lawn next to a headstone. He stumbled and hit his head on the stone, and fell onto the grave. He managed to look up. “Samuel Connor, father of six, loving husband, 1937-2008.” His eyes slowly shut, flooded by the raindrops, and the world was getting darker.

He was awakened by the screams. His head was aching, and every scream – they seemed to come in patterns – made his pain worse. It felt like a needle was being stuck into his ear, penetrating deep into his brain. He could see a vague shape of a humanoid creature that seemed to be swinging something back and forth. The room, or whatever and wherever he was, felt hot, but unnaturally so. There was a faint smell of sweat in the air, mixed with a scent he couldn’t quite pick out. Looking around there were walls, but he couldn’t quite say how far away there were. He felt as if he could almost touch them, yet he could barely see where the floor joins with them. The creature seemed further away, even, its movements appearing so perfectly repetitive as if they were robotic. He tried getting up only to find he was chained to the wall behind him, and his wrists were sore from being squeezed tightly by the chains. The sound of them must have disturbed the creature for now it was looking at his direction. Its look was full of malice; it felt as if evil had possessed its eyes. And it was coming over in slow, long steps, which echoed throughout the room. The screams had stopped, he noticed, but suddenly those really weren’t on his mind anymore. He could feel his heartbeat increasing; every pump of the heart seemed to be more violent, while simultaneously his breaths were getting quieter as if he attempted to make himself smaller. A natural instinct probably, like playing dead so that a bear wouldn’t maul you and make you into a meal. The demonic creature was before him, observing him. It seemed huge, roughly twice his size. In his left hand, it held a whip made of chains that were bound together by what seemed like worn-out leather. Its head seemed almost human, except for the horns protruding from his forehead at both sides. “I am Nazgaroth,” it bellowed, yet its lips were not moving. He wondered whether the creature really spoke or if he was hallucinating it.

“Here there is no time, only pain,” it added. Its stare was unblinking, and he felt pierced by it. It didn’t even look directly at him, more so it was directed through him, or in his general direction. He stepped further forward and put its big, rough hand on his head. He was shaking in fear but could find no words for what he imagined was the last few moments of his life. However, Nazgaroth quickly retracted his hand and began to walk away. The last thing he saw was his back. It was scarred severely all over, the skin wasn’t even skin anymore, it had turned more into something that looked like bark. Noticing that, the world got darker again, and the steps were fading. Slowly, sleep took him.

 He dreamt of her again. She was in bed next to him, wearing nothing, but her panties. The shape of her was always intoxicating to him, much like her smell. He leaned in closer, absorbing her scent. She would always laugh when he told her she smelled of lemons. “Sour like your personality,” she’d say. He’d smile at her, because what else could one ever do when gazing at her, but at the same time her remark hurt slightly. He never wished to be as bitter as he was, and he always thought she’d leave him for it. She moved in her sleep and opened her eyes. Noticing him staring at her she smiled. “Hey, babe,” he said. His hand went to her head, moving the hair out of her face.

“You’re gorgeous, you know?”

“Shut up,” she responded with a smile and an eye roll, then turned on her side, closing her eyes again. Something was off with her voice, he could tell, yet he didn’t pay it any mind. Looking at her sleep so peacefully was always entrancing to him. Her small breasts rose and fell with her breaths, and her nipples were stiffened by the chill in the room. She always had an odd liking of the cold, leading him to call her Ice Queen. She would laugh at him, thinking him silly, and that always made him happy.

He was smiling thinking of her and their relationship. For the first time, he could call himself happy. He looked back to her as she slept so serenely. She seemed to be as close to absolute beauty as one could be. He noticed then a drop of blood coming down from the side of her mouth. With his finger, he wiped it off and turned around to grab a tissue, wiping the blood off his finger. Looking back again, the blood was starting to drip from her mouth. Quickly he put a tissue to her mouth, and tried waking her up. There was no response. The blood was pouring through the tissue, staining her pillow. As he pressured into it, the skin of the corner of her mouth cracked, revealing a wound that went nearly to her ear. Panicking, he shook her with a hand on her chest, but it sank into her body as if she was made from sand. He jumped back, but in the hole in her chest, he saw her heart. It was still, yet a very vivid red. He thought he saw it move, and then again. Her heart was beating, but not as a heart should. It felt more like a countdown, each pulse of it was stronger and the muscle seemed to be stressing heavily. Finally, it could handle no more. It exploded and shot blood all over the bed and all over him. He looked at the corpse that was once her and his breath stopped. The blood was dripping down his face and all he could say was her name. 

“Selena.”

The whip slashed harshly against his back. He screamed before he was even awake, unaware of anything else but the sensation of his whole body being on fire.

“I am Nazgaroth,” a voice said behind him. “Here there is no time, only pain.”

Nazgaroth struck again, and he felt it even worse than before. The skin on his back cracked and opened. Blood was running down from it, and sweat was running into the wounds, causing even more of a sting, although it was hard to tell what actually hurts more, or what hurts at all. Again and again, the whip struck his back and he was sweating profusely as the weakness took over and he could stand no longer. As his legs gave in it was only the chains around his wrists that held him up. The pain blended in slowly. He could feel every beat of his heart in his head and soon he was hallucinating. He felt as if he was floating on a cloud, his body weightless, and his mind clear. Nazgaroth was suddenly next to him, unshackling his wrists, and it brought him back to reality. He was aware of the pain again and the demon was staring at him with malice. One wrist free, he felt a sharp pain in the other one as all of his weight was transferred to it. When Nazgaroth unshackled that one as well, he collapsed to the floor.

“Here there is no time, only pain.” The words echoed in his head. What could they mean? How can time not exist? He definitely understood the pain part, but if there’s no time, does that mean this is where he’ll spend eternity? Was this hell?

Suddenly he was standing in a garden. He could smell lilacs and he saw carnations blooming, which were shadowed by large sunflowers. It didn’t make sense, though; those three can’t be blooming at the same time. A hallucination, he realised. A person was standing in front of him, seemingly coming from nowhere. He stepped a step back, startled, but the person didn’t even flinch. They seemed artificial somehow, like a projection or a hologram. They spoke then.

“Hello. I’m Samuel Connor.”

The face of the person was expressionless, the eyes staring through him and into nowhere. The name rang a bell, but he couldn’t place it. The person continued.

“You know me as Nazgaroth.”

He felt fear in his chest and instinctively tried to make himself smaller. He was reminded of the whipping, but the pain wasn’t present anymore. He touched his back and it felt normal. There were no scars, no open wounds, and no blood. “How?” is all he could manage to say.

“I have pulled you here to talk to you. There are things you must learn.” Nazgaroth’s face remained neutral and his voice monotone.

“What are you?” The question seemed obvious.

“I am the guardian. I am the recruiter. And the keeper of the keys. Yet I must earn entrance myself.” None of what Nazgaroth said made sense to him, yet he nodded as sort of a polite gesture. He noticed the man in front of him was rather handsome but in an unconventional way. He had a long, narrow face, and gorgeous blond hair. His eyes were blue and, even though the stare was absent, something about them was alluring. A stubble covered his cheeks.

“Why can’t I remember my name?”

“You have no name. It was lost when you arrived.”

He looked down before him deep in thought and tried to wrap his mind around Nazgaroth’s words. “Am I dead?” he finally asked after a long silence.

“No, but you will have a grave. It will have your name.”

“I thought I had no name.”

“You will pick one.”

Nazgaroth vanished then as if someone turned off the projector. He looked up at the cloudy sky. It had started snowing. The sunflowers were faced towards the ground. His vision was blurred and soon he could see no more.

 He was back in the cave. His pulse had settled now, but the excruciating pain was back. He could feel the heat radiating from his wounds. A bowl of water was on the ground by the wall and he crawled to it then drank from it like a dog. He heard steps coming up to him. It was Nazgaroth. Without uttering a word the demon grabbed him and chained him to the wall again. His whip cracked through the air and hit his bloody back. He screamed this time. He screamed until his throat hurt more than his back and he was coughing up blood. The bigger pain would prevail, he read once somewhere, but in practice, the two pains only intertwined, and at moments alternated. His breaths were getting shallower and he felt on the verge of passing out. The blows stopped then just as he felt he could take no more. He welcomed death - his heart giving out from the strain – but alas he was robbed of it.

It continued like this for what seemed like an eternity. Nazgaroth brought him to the edge and then stopped. If he tried asking anything he either got ignored or Nazgaroth would repeat his mantra. “Here there is no time, only pain.” Occasionally, a bowl of water was there for him, although it wasn’t Nazgaroth that brought it. Somehow, it just appeared. He was grateful for that, even though he never really felt thirst. Nor hunger, which was lucky, for there was never any food. It made him start to wonder if those words are literal. If time doesn’t pass he can’t get hungry or thirsty. Everything just stops. The pain truly was the only thing that was real. After a while, he didn’t even mind anymore. He was resigned to his reality and the whipping was the only thing that made him know he’s alive. His skin adjusted well, too. It grew back in much thicker and harder, like leather. He noticed then it was starting to look a lot like the demon’s back.

A door opened, which didn’t seem to be there before. The room was brighter suddenly and Nazgaroth walked through the door. He was followed shortly by a smaller creature; one that looked even more demonic. Its skin was reddish, mixed in with black. It looked as if it was burnt severely and never properly healed. On its head, there were massive horns, long and bent backwards like those of an Alpine ibex. The skull was caprine-shaped as well. It turned his head towards him and smiled a wicked smile, revealing big, spaced-out teeth.

Nazgaroth walked over to him and held him up by his neck. His life instincts kicked in and he started struggling as he couldn’t breathe, but Nazgaroth put him down quickly. The smaller demon cocked his head to the side and walked closer to where he was on his knees, still trying to properly catch his breath back.

Bringing its hands together and fumbling with its fingers, the demon spoke.

“It’s game time. I love games. Don’t you? They’re just so fun. Well, for me, at least. Are you having fun? Are you, Eric?” The demon spoke quickly and playfully. It must have been enjoying itself very much. There was a slight lisp in its voice.

He looked up quickly. Is that my name? he thought.

“It can be!” the demon interrupted his thought, seemingly reading his mind.

“Do you like it? I should tell you mine first. I’m Azazel. You can call me Azzy!”

The demon knelt and leaned in closer to him. “Never call me Azzy.” The tone in his voice was completely different. Whereas before Azazel sounded and acted like a deranged clown, it was now being threatening. With a swift move, the demon grabbed him by his neck and lifted him up into the air. “I will impale you on my horns!” it screamed with might in its voice that shook the cavern. Even Nazgaroth flinched slightly. Azazel swung him with incredible ease and threw him against a wall. Its eyes glowed a vivid yellow and the demon seemed incredibly angry. As he hit the wall air was punched out of his chest. He started coughing, which seemed to amuse Azazel tremendously. It laughed maliciously and seemed to be feeding off of his pain.

“Evil,” he said with disdain. “Performing bad deeds simply for one’s enjoyment. It’s a frightening concept, isn’t it? Do you think I’m evil, Anthony?”

He was looking up at Azazel, but didn’t answer. The demon’s grin was gone, its face was now completely indifferent, perhaps leaning slightly towards being angry. It ran suddenly towards him and struck him in the face with its fist. He was knocked down to the floor. Blood started dripping from his nose and his lip was swollen.

“AM I EVIL?” The demon yelled so ferociously he could feel it in his head. He found himself yelling back although he couldn’t hear himself.

“YES! YES! YOU’RE EVIL!”

“Good.”

Azazel’s smile was almost pleasant and its voice soft in its reply.

“Now, your name. Pick.”

The demon had three decks of cards and offered them to him. He grabbed a card from the first deck and looked at it. The remaining cards in the deck Azazel threw into the air and they fell to the ground Joel, the card said.

He read it aloud and looked up at Azazel. The demon nodded. “Next one now,” it said.

Reluctantly, he reached for the second deck and grabbed a card.

“Chevalier,” he said, struggling to pronounce it properly.

“Fancy,” added Azazel. Cards flew in the air again and the third deck was offered. He reached for the third deck and Azazel smirked, which made him even more reluctant, but he picked a card still and read it.

“Nazgaroth?”

He was uncertain what that means. How can he get the same name as the demon?

“My Lord? Does this mean…?” Nazgaroth spoke, unsure what the meaning of this is as well. For the first time, its face seemed to have an expression on it, one of confusion mostly.

“Oh yes, you’re coming with me. Congratulations. You are relieved.”

Nazgaroth took a deep breath and bowed its head, trying to appear humble and smaller than he is.

“Thank you, my Lord,” it said in a voice as gentle and thankful as it could muster.

“How long has it been?” asked Azazel, as if he making small talk.

“I…I don’t know, my lord.”

“Ah, of course. No time and all that.” Azazel seemed to be bored with himself and the situation. Nazgaroth nodded awkwardly.

Azazel looked at Joel again and his eyes lit up deviously. “Oh and don’t worry about Selena. She’s with us already.” Joel gasped and tried to speak, but no words came to him. The demon placed a hand on his head. Joel felt awfully sleepy suddenly and he could no longer keep his eyes open. In the distance, he saw the demons walking away. The door disappeared as they went through it and soon he could see no more.

 He awoke in the middle of the cave. He immediately noticed how much better he was feeling physically. Strength was back in his body and he felt rejuvenated. Rising up he noticed he somehow grew larger. His legs were definitely longer and more muscular. He touched his face, which seemed to be rougher now. His jaw was stiff and tracing his hand over his skin he noticed how much less feeling he has in his fingertips. As he reached his forehead he gasped in fear and surprise. His hand was stopped by a horn protruding from the side of his forehead, right where his hairline begins. As his other hand reached up he found another horn on the other side. He grabbed both and tried to pull them off. He remembered Azazel and figured it must be another of his games. The horns didn’t budge though; they were real. More of what happened before was coming back to him. Nazgaroth was the name he drew, he remembered. He heard a cry then, in the corner. Looking over he saw a man chained to the wall, slowly waking up. Something was compelling Joel to walk over. It was telling him what to do. The man shivered as he saw the demonic figure approach him. His forehead was sweaty and his irises shrunken with far. He stopped a few meters in front of him. He opened his mouth and spoke with a deeper voice than ever before.

“I am Nazgaroth,” he said. “Here there is no time, only pain.”

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The Favour: Part I

Sam and Ruth attend a wedding. No, not like that. Well, maybe. 

“So, I need a favour.”

It must be a big one. His ashtray is filled with butts already, and it’s barely ten. “What’s in it for me?” she asks. Wise to his ways, these days.

He looks up from the storyboarding panels he is prodding listlessly around his desk, and frowns. “My undying friendship,” he deadpans, “which is a pretty rare coin around here, let me tell you.”

She folds her arms. “Rare generally implies valuable.”

“Or fleeting.” He can see he isn’t going to win with threats, so leans forward conspiratorially instead. “Ok, ok. I’ll let you pitch two scenarios from the Wilder Binder of Wrestling Nerdery.”

She rolls her eyes. “Come up with a better name for my scrapbook.” Considering her position, she goes for broke. “Three scenarios. And one of them has to be a double-pager.”

“Done.”

“Well, that was too easy.”

“Way too easy.” Another cigarette sparks; he is still working his way up to actually asking her whatever’s so damn important. She raises an impatient eyebrow and he finally cuts to the chase. “I need a date. For a wedding.”

She blinks, nonplussed. “What, you want me to find…?”

“No. Jesus. I’m not that much of a charity case. Am I?”

“Paranoid much?” she snaps, covering her own confusion. “You want me…” And now the penny drops. “… as an actress?”

“Yes. Yes. In a purely professional capacity.”

She opens and closes her mouth a few times. “What could possibly be professional about you taking a fake date to a wedding? No, no. Don’t answer that.” She considers the problem further, frowning. “Wouldn’t Debbie or-or Rhonda be better for this, anyway?”

Now it is his turn to goggle. “Debbie’s way too high profile,” he says, which stings a bit, she can’t lie. “And Rhonda is subtle as a fucking brick. I’m coming to you for discretion. And, you know,” he shrugs, “because I thought you might like a day off from team pariah.”

She hesitates, still very unsure. “When are we talking?”

“This weekend.”

Damn. It would be interesting, after all. And what else is she going to fill the time between filming and rehearsal with, other the Not Speaking to Debbie? She narrows her eyes. “Who was your back up after me?”

“No one. Epic car wreck.” A lie, but at least he cares enough to bother.

“Fine,” she says, with the biggest sigh she can muster. “On one more condition. Tell no one.”

He rolls his eyes. “Like I was going to advertise this. Don’t dress like a fancy Mormon.”

“You have a different character in mind?”

“Average human woman? I appreciate it may be a stretch.” He is prodding at his storyboards again, thinking he’s won their war of words.

“What, that one would consider dating you?”

She beats a hasty retreat before he can think of another comeback.

In the Before—and that’s really how she’s started to think of it now; it deserves the capital letter—she would have been getting ready with Debbie. Borrowing make-up, maybe even a dress. Strategizing, laughing at how pathetic this really is.

Now the dress is a bronze shift borrowed from Jenny. Her palette of eyeshadow is cadged from Dawn, normally used to transform her face into Zoya’s. The room is quiet. Sheila is off on the hunt. Even the TV refuses to collude, providing nothing more than hissing static as background noise.

At least this way is efficient. She gives her costume a quick appraisal in the bathroom mirror. She looks fine, good even. Just not very like herself. Whoever that is. Sometimes, these days, she isn’t sure.

Outside the morning is warm with a faint smell of oranges in the breeze. She settles down outside the motel reception; doesn’t have to wait long before he pulls up.

“Hey,” he says, as she takes the passenger seat. “Good job on the whole normal human thing.”

“Same to you,” she shoots back. He’s even attempted a shave. The effect is frankly disconcerting.

“You still, uh… you still okay to do this?”

She thinks about it. “Yeah,” she says, “I’m okay.”

“Good. That’s good. I mean, I won’t be a dick about it—”

“Who is this wedding even for, anyway? Why is it so important you don’t come alone?”

He rubs his chin, seeming surprised himself at the absence of usual bristling stubble. “Chrissy,” he eventually volunteers.

“Chrissy the ex? Chrissy the relative? Chrissy the… network executive? Help me out here.”

“Not an ex,” he says, too quickly. “She was just a-a friend…”

Ah. A shade softer now, she presses on. “Chrissy the one that got away?”

“Yeah. Yeah, something like that. Happy now?”

“I wasn’t trying to—”

“I know. I know. Sorry. Anyway, it’s her daughter’s wedding. And I’ve known her a long time.” He screws up his face. “Well, I’ve knew who she was a long time ago. We done?”

She nods, knowing his defensiveness will pass like a summer storm. “Shall we?”

He turns the ignition in reply.

There must be two hundred guests in the ballroom, dressed like frosted peacocks. Sam’s need for a companion makes considerably more sense in this sea of smiling, beautiful people. Oddly he seems more comfortable now, Bellini in hand. “Okay,” he says, “if I rub my nose like this it means I don’t know them.”

“Mm, subtle. I like it.” She drains her own glass for some liquid confidence. “You have to go along with whatever I do though. Right?”

He shrugs, takes another sip. ��Right.”

She turns, opening their table to the throng. Smiles. The first fish takes the bait straight away; a middle-aged couple. Sam rubs his nose.

“Good afternoon,” says Ruth, in a cut-glass British accent. “Um, I don’t believe we’ve been introduced?”

“Oh, you’re English!” says the woman. “How charming! I’m Wendy and this is my husband Robert.”

“Very nice to meet you,” says Sam, sticking with his usual drawl. “My name’s Sam and this is my friend…”

“Eileen,” picks up Ruth, “Eileen Dover.” She ignores a slight choking noise from Sam, hiding his snort of laugher with a large gulp of cocktail.

“What are you doing over here, Eileen?”

“Oh, I’ve been in LA for a few years now. I teach yoga.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes, several classes a week. I’ve so many clients over here it really is quite a stretch…”

“Is that so?”

“I try to be flexible to accommodate, of course. Sam, darling, are you ok?”

“Fine, fine,” he wheezes, having breathed Bellini.  They exchange further pleasantries, until the lightly confused Wendy and Robert excuse themselves to talk to other guests.

“Okay,” he says, still struggling to hide his grin. “That was pretty funny.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You’re good at that English accent.”

The corner of her mouth twitches, a shy little half-smile. “Thanks.”

Next comes an older gentleman, for whom she plays the part of Texan belle Caroline. Sam then introduces her to a second couple as Norma-Jean, and actually has to duck away for a moment during her impression of Marilyn, to regain some composure. She drains her glass of cocktail and realises she’s enjoying herself, for the first time in weeks, outside of the wrestling ring.  

A handsome woman, almost a foot taller than she is, takes Sam’s absence as cue to approach. Ruth has her suspicions about her identity. “Hi,” she says, in her own voice, “I’m Ruth.”

“Chrissy,” confirms the woman. “Nice to meet you.”

She kisses Ruth, once on each cheek, Chanel perfume filling her nostrils. The woman is immaculate in navy blue, dark ringlets of hair cascading down her back. She radiates an aura of calm competence and effortless style. Something like the polar opposite of Sam, in other words, piquing Ruth’s interest. They might as well be from different planets, and she’s itching to know the circumstances of first contact.

“Thank you for inviting me to be part of today,” she smiles. “Sam said you’ve been friends for a long time?”

“We grew up together. How do you know Sam?”

She can’t help but admire the way Chrissy has flipped the interrogation. “We work together,” she replies carefully, “developing a new show for TV.”

There is something flinty in Chrissy’s eyes, for all her careful words. “You’re an actress?”

Ruth can see little point in denying it. “Yes—”

“And a writer,” says Sam, returning from what smells like a cigarette break. “All her own jokes.” He receives his own kisses warmly. “You look wonderful. As always.”

“Wish I could say the same,” Chrissy returns, still steely. Sam shrugs, faux apologetic, and the façade breaks. “Ah, I’m just kidding—”

“No, you’re not. I’m not ageing well, I’m coming to accept it.”

“You look fine, Sam. Very smart. Do I have Ruth to thank for that?

He shakes his head, and she is aware of words unspoken under the surface. “No, I actually dressed myself today. I manage that sometimes.”

Chrissy laughs; like everything else about her the sound is refined. Some of the tension seems to drain out of the conversation. “Well, make sure you get a seat near the front. Jessie will want to see you.”

“Will do.”  

Ruth waits until Chrissy has walked a long way out of earshot before daring to open her mouth. “She doesn’t like actresses?”

Sam rolls his eyes. “She doesn’t like me sleeping with them.”

“What, she wants you to be respectable?”

He gives her a hard look. “No, she wants me to be happy.”