#(unless you count her nozzle)

[ri-badguypilot]

Inquiring minds want to know! Have you seen Lancet-2 in her swimsuit? The yellow one with the float?

her what

[melanie-ohara]

A Hunt for Gold

Whumpuary2024, Bonus Day - Prompt: Flinching

Shin struggles to find her place with Sabine and Ahsoka

That's right, there's more! At this point I am mostly just using the prompts, this doesn't technically count as a challenge entry

AO3 Here

Sabine sat at the desk in Huyang's workshop and carefully soldered the powered plates back into her beskar's harness. She was right: the damage was too severe to be properly repaired and unless she could somehow build a forge out of twigs and shrubbery she couldn't reclaim the metal to start again. The remnants might give her enough protection from a glancing blaster bolt, but that was it. She had patched it together as best she could, and for now its appearance reminded her a little too much of Thrawn's reanimated storm troopers. She shuddered at the image. A new paint job would hide the scars, at least. Only her helmet and vambraces were still intact enough to stand up to a lightsaber - but now that Shin had started to settle in on the ship - uneasily, but it was a start - she wasn't sure how much she needed to worry about lightsabers any more. Sabine leaned back in the chair and her hand dropped to rest on her stomach, above the stab wound Shin had gifted her when they first met. Now we match, she thought to herself. 

"I want to dye my hair."

Sabine jumped at the sound of Shin's voice. She had been so wrapped up in herself, she didn't even notice the door opening. Now that Shin had properly recovered from the surgery and didn't need the compression vest any more she had started wearing whatever she could find that was clean, which today was most of Sabine's training clothes with one of Ahsoka's robes draped artlessly over the top for warmth.

"Um… okay," she said, taken aback. 

Shin paused and looked down at the workbench and Sabine's armour. "You're busy," she said, and turned to go.

"No," Sabine said quickly, standing up. "I have time, I mean." Shin didn't like being cooped up and it was rare to catch her in such a good mood. She was quickly learning to make the best of them.

"Your armour," Shin said, but Sabine waved her hand dismissively. 

"It can wait." Shin stepped aside so Sabine could leave the room and lead the way back to her cabin. "Are we just bleaching your roots, or did you have a colour in mind?" 

Shin touched the braid that hung down over shoulder, her fingers playing over the gemstones woven into it. "Green," she said.

Shin sat in the chair at Sabine's desk and talked more about how she wanted it to look while Sabine mixed the dyes and loaded them into applicator capsules for her spray tool. She got to work on her dark roots first. Shin shuddered a little as the first puff of cold pigment made contact with the top of her head and tensed as Sabine gently combed it in, but she settled in after a moment and let her work.

"What's with the gems?" Sabine asked, to distract herself from the strangely intimate feeling of carefully brushing bleach-white into Shin's hair. 

"Baylan gave them to me," Shin said. "I didn't know what they were at first."

Sabine watched the teeth of the comb part Shin's hair and slip easily through the strands. "And what are they?"

Shin didn't answer for a long time, and Sabine saw her hand travel up to the crystals again. She rolled one between her finger and thumb for a while like she was thinking. "Something he gave up."

Sabine let her have the cryptic answer and backed off. She knew Shin didn't really like talking about Baylan - his leaving hurt much more than her stomach wound, and Sabine didn't want to push her. Instead, she slid the bleach dye out of her spray tool, replaced the nozzle and picked up the cartridge of green dye. She passed Shin a towel to put over her shoulders to protect the tank top she was wearing, though it belonged to Sabine and she wasn't too worried about it getting a burst of colour. With anyone else, Sabine might have draped the towel herself, but Shin didn't like to be touched.

"I'm surprised you're letting me do this," she said, and immediately wished she'd kept it to herself.

"Why?"

Sabine shrugged and fiddled unnecessarily with the settings. "I just… well, you don't like being touched, that's all."

Shin said nothing, and Sabine cleared her throat awkwardly. Just get on with it and shut up, she thought to herself, and started to carefully coat the lower strands of Shin's hair with a faint mist of green. She hadn't dyed hair this way since before the war, when she had given herself a purple ombré in the Ghost's refresher. Hera had been furious at the mess, but she had a lot more experience now - as well as better tools. While the dye was still wet, she back-combed it quickly but carefully into Shin's hair, varying the lengths of her strokes so the dye reached higher in some places than others, so the fading colour didn't look too neat. That had been her own idea: Shin was too wild for the Coruscant-salon perfect look Sabine had been trying for as a teenager. 

Working on Shin's hair felt like painting. Like art. There was the same connection she felt to the canvas and the paint, only this time it was a living, breathing person under the hissing tool. She wanted to touch her, and comb her hair with fingers instead. To rub the dye into individual strands, one by one, until it was exactly how she envisioned it.

"I don't mind you," Shin said suddenly. It had been at least five minutes since either of them had last spoken.

"Sorry?" 

"Touching." Shin's hands were in her lap and twisting over each other awkwardly. "It's okay, if it's you."

Sabine almost dropped the spray tool, and she was glad Shin was facing away and couldn't see the blush on her face. "Oh," she managed dumbly, and then, "good." 

"Yes," Shin said. "Otherwise my roots would still be showing."

Sabine wasn't sure if it was a joke - Shin delivered every word with the same inflection, whether it was a death threat or asking for a drink - but she let out an awkward chuckle. She brushed at Shin's hair a few more times, and then put her tools down to examine her work. 

"How do I look?" Shin asked, shaking her hair out and then rolling her neck to ease the tension from sitting still for so long.

Sabine stepped out from behind the chair and looked at her. "Beautiful," She said. It was the truth - the green highlights had an ethereal gleam amongst the pale blonde that made her eyes shimmer and her skin shine. The pale flush her words brought to her cheeks made for a very pretty contrast too. Sabine shook herself and picked up a hand-mirror to show Shin the back, and she nodded approvingly. Her oh-so-rare, oh-so-endearing smile spread on her lips and it was so infectious Sabine couldn't help smiling back.

"I like it," Shin said. 

Before she had even thought about it being a bad idea, Sabine had leaned over her head and gently placed a kiss on Shin's forehead. She flinched like Sabine had just slapped her and almost tripped over her feet in her rush to get out of the chair and then out of the room.

"Wait!" Sabine called out, but by the time she had followed her out Shin had disappeared down the ship's ramp and into the Noti camp below. She was about to run after her when Ahsoka cleared her throat. Sabine hadn't even noticed her, but she was once again standing in the doorway of her room. 

"Trouble?" she asked, one of her not-quite-eyebrows raised. 

Sabine made a face and awkwardly clasped her hands in front of her. "I may have done something," she admitted.

"Like what?" 

Sabine braced herself. "Like kiss Shin."

She didn't know exactly how she expected Ahsoka to react. Anger seemed unlikely, but not disappointment or frustration. She had taught her the Jedi code, and how it forbade attachment, and Sabine knew this looked like another of her arrogant rebellions. 

Ahsoka smiled with a strange, almost knowing look in her eyes. "Are you going after her?" she asked.

Sabine frowned. "You're not… annoyed?" she asked. "The code - "

"My Master was married," Ahsoka interrupted. "His Master had a son nobody knew about, and I… well, let's not go into that now."

"Oh, we're going into that now," Sabine said, a little stunned by the idea that the stoic Ahsoka Tano might have dalliances in her past. 

Ahsoka shook her head. "Not now." There was a hint of sadness in her gaze that convinced Sabine to drop it. Instead she dropped into a chair at the centre table and put her head in her hands with a sigh.

"I scared her off," she said, pulling her head up to look at Ahsoka. "I don't think she'll want to see me." 

Ahsoka pushed herself off from the doorframe and started towards the exit ramp. 

"Whoa, hey!" Sabine said, getting up like she was going to stop her somehow. "What are you doing?"

Ahsoka didn't say anything, just dropped down off the ramp to the ground below.

*

She thought Shin might have walked off, maybe down towards the river or out towards the mountains, but Ahsoka instead found her sat almost exactly in the middle of the Noti camp. They had all shut up their pods and powered them down, making her seem like the only living thing for miles around.

"Everything okay?" Ahsoka asked as she approached.

"They're all afraid of me," Shin said. Ahsoka looked around at the deserted camp and nodded a little. The Noti had locked themselves in as soon as they saw her.

"You were trying to kill them not long ago," she pointed out as she sat down next to her.

"Not them," Shin said. "That was the bandits. I only wanted Sabine."

Ahsoka looked across at her, taking in her new hair colour and the regret in her pale eyes. "Well you've got her now," she said. "Maybe not the way you expected."

"I didn't mean to run," Shin admitted. She picked at the scrubby ground in front of her and sighed. "I wish I didn't." 

Ahsoka resisted the instinct to lay a hand on her shoulder, the way she would have done for Barriss all those years ago. "This isn't training," she said. Though she wasn't sure how Baylan had brought up his padawan, she knew he was a dyed-in-the-wool temple Jedi, and suspected he had driven her just as hard as Anakin had her. Or Luminara had Barriss. "It's hard to see at first, but it's different." 

"I don't know what you mean," Shin said. 

"You don't have to push yourself," Ahsoka explained weakly. She was not the person to be giving this talk, and she could imagine the infuriating way Anakin would smirk at her inability to communicate. "Whatever is between you and Sabine isn't a challenge to overcome, it's not… a trial to endure." Ahsoka sighed. "I'm no good at this," she admitted. 

"No," Shin agreed, and Ahsoka smiled. Her honesty was refreshing, and reminded her not to try and make everything a lesson.

"Sabine doesn't want to rush you," she said. "She just doesn't know how not to rush herself."

Shin plucked a blade of grass and flicked it away. "I don't know how to feel this way," she admitted. "It's never happened before."

Ahsoka felt a sad smile creep over her face. She knew how that felt: there had been nothing in her training to prepare her for how it felt to see Barriss smile at a joke, and her training was all she knew. Before she had understood it, everything had changed. "Sabine knows," she said. "And you'll get the hang of it."

Shin stood up and stretched. "I'm going for a walk," she announced. "Tell Sabine…" 

She trailed off, unsure, but Ahsoka nodded. "I will," she said. 

Shin stared off at the ship for a while, and Ahsoka wondered what she was thinking behind her glassy, green-blue eyes. Without another word, she turned away and walked off. 

[starsofmilos]

The Five Times (Adrian Chase x reader)

Synopsis: The five different times Adrian proved he wasn’t like your toxic ex.

So I’m in need of some fluff and smidge of angst and this came to me last night and I immediately whipped out my laptop and got to work! I hope y’al like this and these are experiences of mine. I know not everyone is the same, but this kinda my coping mechanism. 

Masterlist

Warnings: mentions of past emotional abuse, mentions of trauma, mentions of toxic relationship, angst, fluff, mentions of sex, mentions of pressuring to have sex, insecurities and mentions of weight gain

Adrian Chase was deeply in love with you.

He always made sure to say it at least once a day and he always made sure to prove it in anyways he could. 

But there were five times you could pinpoint that he truly made you feel loved. Even though he didn’t directly say it those times. 

Number One

The relationship was still new at this point. Adrian came over to spend the night as he had been doing for about a good month now. 

You hummed as you brushed your hair gently trying to look as presentable as possible before Adrian showed up. Even though at the moment you’d rather do anything than do your makeup.

Groaning a bit, you grabbed your washcloth wiping your face. Would Adrian even care if you had make up on? 

‘I’d expect for you to put effort in your looks if you really want me to stay!’

Your ex’s words played out in your head as you grabbed your foundation pad. Adrian would care. Most guys do.

“Hello my love!!” You jumped hearing his voice ring through. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you tensed up once he walked in the room.

“There you are!” He approached you tilting your head back. You pouted a bit as he kissed your lips. Adrian hummed in content turning your chair around so your could face him.

“What are you doing? Why you putting on makeup? Did we have a date tonight?! I’m so sorry! Did I forget?! Oh shit! I didn’t bring nice clothing unless you count these stupid jeans here!”

“No! No!” You laughed a bit, “I was just putting it on so you didn’t have to see my stupid ugly face all natural.”

“Oh..wait! Your face is not stupid or ugly! Your face is very pretty!” He kissed you pulling you away from your makeup. 

“But I need to put it on-”

“Why though? It’s not like we’re going anywhere plus in all the time we’ve been spending together I noticed you get irritated having to remove it every night so come on! We have some cuddling to catch up on!” 

“You don’t like when I put on makeup?”

“No I do. I love your face with or without though and I can kinda tell you didn’t wanna put it on.”

“How could you tell that?”

“For one you were pouting and you usually never hesitate to do something unless you really don’t wanna do it.” You smiled a bit as he grabbed your face.

“Besides you look so beautiful right now and I just wanna lay down and watch some cartoons with you.”

“Can I put pajamas on?”

“We’ll put pajamas on together...Hey real quick though why did you think I’d care if you had make up on?”

“Well...to be honest my ex kinda did..had to make sure I looked presentable at all times so he could stay..glad he didn’t though you came along..”

“Yeah he sounds like a douche nozzle. I’m glad he left so I can show you that I don’t care how you look. You’re not getting rid of me at all. I mean at all. I just wanna make sure you are comfortable. If you wanted to never wear make up again I’d still be here.”

“Do you really mean that?..”

“Yeah. You are beautiful with or without make up and you should only put it on only when you want not because you think you need to please me. Now can we please watch the scooby doo live action movies and wear pajamas. I’ll order a pizza.”

You couldn’t possibly be more in love with him.

Number Two

It was going to be a great night. 

You friends birthday was today and she invited all of you for a small party at her place. Thing was she planned it last minute.

Fidgeting a bit, you cautiously approached Adrian as he washed the dishes. “Hey honey...whatcha doin?”

“I’m washing the dishes.” He laughed a bit turning around.

“You look nice...and smell nice..”

“Yeah..I was wondering if it’s okay with you my friend is having a last minute hang out for her birthday and I wanted to know if I could go? I promise to make it up to you! I’ll figure out a ride home in case I decide to drink! I-I just would really like to go-”

“Hey hey! Calm down! Of course you can go dude.”

“Really?”

“Yeah why would I say no? Go out with your friends have a good time.”

“Okay..” You smiled at him giving him a small kiss. “Do I look okay?”

“You kidding me? You look incredible. Also about what was said before if you need anything and I mean anything please call me. Be safe.”

“Thank you Adrian! I promise I’ll make it up to you-”

“You have nothing to make up to me buttercup. You also don’t have to ask for my permission to go out either you know that right?”

“Really?”

“Yes really. All you gotta do is let me know that you’re gonna go out with some friends. I’ll say that’s cool just keep me updated so I know you’re safe and to please send me your location. It’s like when I go on patrols.”

“Oh..I never thought of it that way..You sure you’re not upset with me?”

“I promise you I’m not. Now you should start heading out. Message me when you get there so I know you’re safe and call me if you do end up needing a ride.”

“Okay thanks Adrian! I’m gonna finish getting ready!” You cheered a bit running to the room. 

Adrian made a small promise afterwards to always make sure you felt reassured and safe enough to not feel the need to ask him for permission for simple things.

Number Three

It was your one year anniversary. Adrian had officially moved into your home and you had wanted tonight to be special.

So you ordered pizza and rented out his favorite movies for the night. Adrian was already home as you walked in carrying the pizza. 

“I’m home!”

“Oh hey!! I’m in the shower. Give me a minute and I’ll be out!” 

“Okay!!” You sighed a bit getting dressed in more comfy clothes looking around once you heard a small chirp.

It was Adrian’s phone.

Grabbing it, you tensed up once realizing what you were doing. Quickly dropping his phone you backed away from it feeling scathed and guilt rise in your throat.

Why did you grab his phone and look at his messages? Adrian is gonna be so mad. They always are.

It was their business not yours.

“Y/N! You okay? You’re being kinda quiet!”

“Oh sorry!” You nervously replied. Hands fidgeting against your will, you groaned a bit knowing you needed to tell him.

“Adrian!”

“Yeah?!” Adrian peaked out behind the curtain seeing you enter the room.

“Your phone buzzed. You got a message. I’m sorry I touched it-”

“Oh! What did it say? Who is it from?!” 

“What?...”

“My phone? Who messaged?” You tensed up thinking the worse. Was he testing you? Was he was just waiting for you to do it to yell?

“Y/N? You okay? You look pale?” Adrian grew concerned turning the water off to step out.

Adrian would never do that.

“It’s Emilia she said your guys mission was moved to this Friday instead of next week.” You read off his phone quickly and anxiously.

Adrian hummed, “Oh okay can you respond back to her for me?”

“What?”

“I’m gonna dry up and change can you please respond back to her?” Adrian shot you a questioning smile.

“What would you like me to say to her?”

“Just type okay for me! Add a mermaid emoji!” Adrian approached you quirking an eyebrow as you tensed up. “Y/N?..You okay?”

“I’m sorry I touched your phone. I know it’s your business. I already let Emilia know, but if you’re gonna yell at me can you do it now so we could get it over with..”

“Woah woah! Yell at you? Why would I do that?” Adrian laughed a bit shaking his head. He planted a wet kiss on your cheek grabbing his shirt off the bed to begin dressing.

“Because I touched your phone?..”

“So what you touched my phone? Big deal. You’re allowed to do that Y/N. You can go through my phone anytime you want.” Adrian booped your nose walking around you to grab his sweat pants.

“I can...” He turned around seeing the uncertain small look on your face.

“Yeah honey you can..Are you okay?” You nodded looking away. Adrian shook his head grabbing your face to stare at you.

“What’s going on in that pretty brain of yours?” Adrian hummed waiting for your response.

“My ex..almost all of them would get angry if I so much as placed their phone somewhere else, but you just let me message someone and said I can go through it anytime I want.”

“Yeah you can..God I hate that piece of shit you dated. Look I have absolutely nothing to hide from you. Go through my phone anytime you want.” Adrian placed a small kiss on your pouting lips.

“You smell good.” You smiled as he pulled away.

“Thanks it’s your shampoo.” He grinned pulling you away. “Now let’s go relax.”

Number four

“Shit..” You groaned out feeling Adrian move his lips down your neck. 

Adrian moaned out grinding down onto you as he fiddled with your pant buttons. He kissed you once you grabbed his face whispering his name softly.

“Adrian..” 

Adrian glanced at your face for a small moment taking you in. His hands roamed along your sides sliding them under your shirt. “Yes honey..”

“I love this a lot, but I’m not really in the mood..” Adrian stopped his movements freezing on the spot.

“I’m sorry. I probably should’ve mentioned it earlier, but I just really wanted kisses and cuddles..”

“Oh..”

“Yeah..please don’t be upset! I’ll make it up to you! Or maybe if we can keep going I can get in the mood-” Adrian shook his head kissing you quickly to shut you up.

“You have nothing to make up for and we are not continuing if you’re not up for it.”

“But I’m your girlfriend. I know sex is kinda a big deal and I don’t want you to think I’m stuck up. Or think that I’m not interested in you. I’m your girlfriend I know I should be willing whenever.”

“You are not stuck up and I know this doesn’t mean you’re not interested in me. You’re allowed to not be in the mood” Adrian shook his head kissing your forehead. 

“Okay I’m sorry Adrian..”

“You have nothing to be sorry about..Who said anyways that you always have to be ready for sex!” Adrian tried to joke but grew quiet seeing your eyes grow watery.

His eyes darkened once he realized.

“I will never and I mean never pressure or force you to do anything you do not want. If you are not in the mood for sex, then we don’t have sex. Instead we cuddle and kiss just like you wanted.”

“But-”

“No more buts. You are my girlfriend and my equal half. I give you the respect you give me. My heart is yours. I think it’s always been yours and it breaks my heart when you think that I wouldn’t treat you in a way you deserve to be treated.” 

You felt a couple of tears fall down your face as you jumped up throwing your arms around Adrian. He smiled kissing you gently as you thanked him. 

“You deserve to be treated good and I promise I will always be the one to spoil you and be the one care for you.”

Number five

You groaned throwing down your clothes frustrated at the fact that what was once a cute pair of jeans now were a unwearable cute pair of jeans.

Your favorite pair couldn’t even make you feel better. Nothing felt right. 

“Fuck me!”

“Don’t mind if I do!” You screamed a bit throwing a nearby pillow to the door where Adrian stood.

“Nice..you do that to all the intruders or am I your loving boyfriend just lucky?”

“You’re the lucky one.” You smiled sheepishly as you turned back to face the mirror.

“I look gross...” You sighed dejectedly as Adrian approached wrapping his arms around your waist resting his head on your shoulder. 

“You’re not gross? You look just as beautiful as ever.”

“No..I just look bad..”

You gave Adrian a small pointed look. Adrian smiled running his hand down your sides. “You look great..”

“But my body feels bloated and I look weird and I gained some weight!

Adrian groaned, “There’s always a but with you! Most of the time they don’t even make sense! Who cares if you gained weight? Or if you’re bloated! I can reassure that you do not look weird.” 

“Don’t you care if I gained weight?”

“Fuck no! You kidding me!” Adrian groped your ass grinning as you jumped. “I love your body. I love it so much! I could care less if you gained weight or if you’re bloated. As long as you’re healthy and happy I do not care!” 

He lifted you up tossing you on the bed. “You say that now-”

“And I mean that now. Look Y/N I love you. I’m so fucking crazy about you that I don’t even understand it myself. I love you very much..”

“I know you do..I just worry sometimes I wanna be enough for you-”

“No shut up. In the nicest way possible shut up. You are way too good for me.”

“No I’m not-”

“Yes. Yes you are. You are so much better than me. You say you wanna be sure you’re good enough for me? Y/N I kill people for fun and fight aliens on a daily basis. I am a fucking busboy and nerd who still plays dnd but alone so no one judges me. You are way more than enough for me. You are everything.”

“I’m everything for you?..”

“Yes. Look you are my first love and the very first person I have ever said I love you too. I know you don’t have the best experiences with past relationships, but I am not those guys.”

“I know you aren’t..I’m sorry Adrian-”

“You have nothing to apologize for. Now let me finish.” He jabbed your sides causing you giggle. 

“I know I’m not your first I love you like you are mine. I know I’m not the first person you’ve ever caught feelings for again like you are mine.”

You laughed a bit as he kissed your cheek blowing a raspberry giving you a look of what you could only describe as adoration.  

“What I do know is that I would love and would do anything to be the last person you say I love you too. The last person to keep you happy, safe and loved. I know I don’t say it often enough, but I love you.”

“I love you too and believe me..you are and will be the last person I say I love you too..”

“Good...now get dressed and let’s go out for some of your favorite.”

“I hate you for being so good Adrian..”

“Well that kinda stings.”

“Shut up and kiss me dork.” He rolled his eyes kissing you softly.

“Since you insists..I mean it though if you ever feel insecure or you need me to reassure you then I will always be more than happy to do so.” You nodded grasping his face.

“Hey just to clarify..You’re my everything too..”

“Good..I will never let you go.”

There were five times that Adrian proved that he loved you. 

You have to say the fifth one and the day you got married were your favorites..

[blondedmuse]

MARASCHINO BABY

robin buckley x fem!reader

making milkshakes with robin doesn't exactly go as planned.

warnings: kissing, innuendos?, fluff

author’s note:

word count: 1k

Robin was at your door with messy hair, three tubs of ice cream, and a gigantic smile on her face.

You furrowed your brows. "Does your job just give you those for free?"

You furrowed your brows. "Does your job just give you those for free?"

"Yes...but they don't know that," She giggled.

"Right...Uh, I'm still in my swimsuit." You told her. You were a lifeguard at the community pool and Robin knew that your shifts ended the at the same time, so she decided to come see you after her shift at Scoops was over. She knew how much you hated your job and how much longer your shifts were so she thought you deserved nothing more but love (and something sweet) after work.

"Oh, I don't care you look hot! I mean unless you want to change..or don't! It's up to you, really," She said and before you could help it, you let out a laugh.

"You're cute, Rob." Her cheeks turned rosy at the compliment. "And I will be keeping this on because apparently I happen to look hot in it."

"So hot," She mouthed to you before you moved aside to let her in, locking the door and following her to your kitchen.

"I want to sample-"

"No!" Robin cut you off with a whine and you furrowed your brows, raising your arms as if you were caught red handed.

"Okay, I won't take a sample I guess."

"No," She chuckled. "You can take all the samples you want, I just hear it at work left and right, especially from Erica, so 'no' is kinda my first response."

“It’s alright, baby, don’t worry about it,” You told her, grabbing a spoon from the cabinet. “Which one should I try first?”

“Well there’s lemon custard, which I gotta be honest is more for me because I know you don’t really dig lemon flavored things…And then the vanilla was just a back up really. So I think your only option is salted caramel.”

Your brow quirked up. “Okay…well what do you think about salted caramel?”

“S’not my thing,” She answered. “But I figured you might like it.” You nodded and took a spoonful of the ice cream to taste.

"Yeah," You swallowed. "Not really my thing either."

"So vanilla for you?" She asked.

"Vanilla it is!" You exclaimed. "I'll get the glasses and straws, could you do me a solid and get the milk, sprinkles, and maraschino cherries from the fridge?"

"Sure."

Once you two had gathered all the ingredients you thought you needed, Robin started scooping her lemon custard ice cream into the blender.

"Maraschino cherries are the best cherries," You said, opening the jar, popping on in your mouth.

"Are they even, like, real cherries?"

"I mean, no...but they should be," You mumbled.

"But they're just cherries in syrup-"

"Shhh" You shushed her, putting your finger to her lips. "You will not be ruining these for me, they're like my favorite fruit."

"Yeah, if they even count as one," She scoffed. "I wouldn't even say they're the best cherries either."

"Then what are?"

"Yours."

Robin could not flirt to save her life, truly, but when it came to you, she was such a tease and she knew it.

You stayed quiet and rolled your eyes while a smirk molded your lips.

"Shit, Y/N we forgot to get the whipped cream."

"I got it hold on."

You opened the fridge to grab the whipped cream, but before you placed it on the counter with the other ingredients, you pushed the nozzle on the can and sprayed some into your mouth.

"There's not much left," You told her, setting the can down on the counter.

She snorted. "I wonder why."

"I didn't finish, there's not much left but there's enough for the two of us," You explained. "Want some?" You offered shaking the bottle.

"Sure." Her milkshake was blended and poured into a glass, and now all it needed was whipped cream and a cherry on top. But instead of putting it on top, you sprayed it directly at Robin's face.

"You bitch!" She gasped and you laughed so hard your stomach hurt. While in you moment of vulnerability, she was quick to take the can from you, shooting whipped cream in your face.

Your eyes widened. "Robin!"

"What goes around, comes around," She laughed.

"Give me the can!" You cried, reaching out for the frozen treat in her arms but she dodged your attempt, turning around and running in the other direction.

"You'll have to catch me first!"

You ran after her like your life depended on it—like your milkshake depended on it. You were quick on her heels, but all the laughing and giggling was slowing you down.

"You're gonna get whipped cream all over my house," You shouted, stopping in the living room.

"No you're going to get whipped cream all over your house," She panted, seemingly appearing out of nowhere with her face clear of cream. "My face is clean. Cleaner than the Gerber baby's ass, my love."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," You said wiping the whipped cream off your face before it could melt. "At least it tastes good."

"You missed a spot," She declared, wiping your bottom lip with her thumb and didn't hesitate in licking it off, taking her thumb in your mouth. She smirked at the motion, pulling you close by the jaw for a kiss. With your tongues interlaced, you could taste the sweetness before she pulled away for air.

"Yeah whipped cream tastes good, but.."

Your brows cinched together. "But?"

"You taste better."

[beyondconfessor]

Unsaid Desire

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Missy/Reader

Summary: You've been asked to babysit Missy into being good while the Doctor runs off a quick mission, but she has other ideas once she realises what's pressing through your pants.

Note Before: Crossposted onto AO3

The Doctor had a knack for bad timing. You were on your way downtown for a hot, dirty hook-up with an ex––the kind of hot, dirty hook-ups where she texted “Do you still have that toy? You should wear it when you come and see me.”. So you did because you wanted that kind of filthy sex where you fuck some hot girl in an alley while she digs her nails into your shoulders.

But it was just as you were leaving your house in your best casual date clothes, with a strap packed comfortably in your pants, that the Doctor appeared and began advising you that there was urgent business, yes absolutely, no problem, he’ll get you to this exact moment, if a few minutes later, but you are URGENTLY needed. Right. Now.

Did he mention it was urgent? Because it was URGENT.

An urgent mission…to babysit, so it seemed.

It involved you staying in the TARDIS while the Doctor, Nardole and Bill went out and explored the cool alien town. Because you were to stay here and look after Missy and ensure she Did Not Get Up To Anything (though you knew that if Missy wanted to get up to anything, you wouldn’t be able to actually stop her. You wouldn’t even tattle on her because, honestly, you liked your insides to remain in the insides of your body more than you feared the Doctor).

So, there you were. In the TARDIS console room, packing for a hot date, watching as Missy bent over the console to adjust the TARDIS monitor that the Doctor had set up for her to watch as he, Bill and Nardole did Good Things.

Unfortunately, the camera the Doctor had on the lapel of his jacket was jerky and prone to cutting out, however, which meant Missy was often fiddling with the TARDIS to fix it, because, as she had told you, that was far more interesting than you were.

You shifted in your seat, arms crossed, sinking in on yourself.

Usually, you were up for whatever the Doctor said, but you had had a hot date and were now being told you couldn’t step out to the new planet, so your mood was a burning mix of frustration and arousal.

“Grumpy today,” Missy said.

You looked up at her, and then glanced away, ignoring the way her skirts shifted around her ankles as she fiddled with the console. “I had somewhere else to be.”

To that, she paused. “And what’s more fascinating than being in an alien craft? Don’t you humans get all gooey being in something so far beyond your capabilities to understand? I mean, it’s bigger on the inside! How can it be?” She mocked, eyes going wide as she posed, waiting for your response.

You ignored her, choosing to stare at the wall instead.

Missy’s heels clicked, edging closer. It made you want to pull back. There was something about the way her perfume washed over you that made you want to bury your nose in her throat and inhale deeply.

“Something the matter, poppet?”

“No,” you responded flatly.

You had an awful feeling that she knew where your thoughts were when you looked at her. There were times when you thought the filthiest things (just briefly!) and watched as her head tilted to you, a slow smile pooling over her lips before she turned away.

It could be a coincidence. You wanted it to be a coincidence. But you suspected otherwise.

“It’s just us girls, here,” she said. “You can tell me anything.”

You looked at her, and for a moment wondered what she would do if you said what was actually on your mind. Given her disgust about humans need to “constantly breed” you doubted it’d be anything nice (not that that bothered you. Her snarking commentary was nearly as good as how you imagined she sounded when you pressed her to a surface and sucked on her neck).

You exhaled, pushing the thoughts away. “There’s nothing to say. Shouldn’t you be watching the Doctor?”

She scoffed. “Because he’s going to quiz me later?” You paused, holding your tongue and her eyes narrowed. “How original of him. Well, I’m sure that watching him negotiate with a bunch of plants will certainly be the missing thing for this rehabilitation he’s going on about.”

“I think he’s trying to play to your fear of failing.”

“I don’t have a fear of failing,” Missy said, and there she gave a strange look. “If you’re afraid to fail, then you make mistakes. Sometimes the most frightening thing can be succeeding.” She turned, looking back to the video. It seemed to only be Bill and Nardol talking at the markets––even you felt your mind haze in disinterest, despite the alien culture.

You turned away, thinking about the hot date, about the way your pants pressed between your thighs. About how you kept wanting to ask the doctor about the future of sex toys but always seemed to shy away from it at the last moment because it felt like asking your dad.

By some point in the future, on some planet, they must have developed a strap the wearer could feel, right?

Missy was leaning over the console again and all you could think about was pulling those skirts up over her waist.

Un-fucking-fair for the Doctor to pull you away from a hot date. It’d been months since you’d had your tongue in another woman. You were nearly climbing the walls and half prepared to shag the first girl you could get your hands on and had you not cared for your friendship with Bill more than your own needs, you might have tried something there.

But you cared for Bill’s feelings. Or, you were pretty certain she wasn’t interested in you anyway and it was easier to simplify it that way.

“Come here,” Missy said. You looked at her and watched as she made an exacerbated look at you. “Well, I’m not going to bite you.”

Pity.

“Unless you ask first, of course.”

You swallowed, squeezing your jaw to prevent yourself from saying anything stupid as you walked over and stood beside her.

“What do you want?”

“I need you to move that,” she said, pointing to a nozzle out of her reach. “And then hold that while I do something marvellous but utterly incomprehensible to your tiny mind.”

“Why?”

“Because the picture’s fuzzy and in case you haven’t noticed, we can’t hear,” she snapped the last bit and you stepped forward, moving to where she asked you to stand. “Turn that twice, and hold that red button while I…do this,” she said. And you watched as she flicked through a few buttons, flicking switches, turning other things, and then she did something you didn’t expect.

She pressed between you and the console, reaching to touch something to your far right, as her arse wiggled against your front to squeeze between, you watched as she tensed and then suddenly pressed firmer to you.

The room felt hot and muggy all at once.

“Last I knew, human biology being changed in your decade requires quite an extensive surgery, and you don’t have the smell of someone who's had surgery.”

You swallowed, pulling back, but still holding the dial. “I didn’t plan to be here tonight. I was meant to be somewhere else,” you explained, before biting down on your dark. Your face was hot and you just wanted this to be over as fast as possible.

Missy turned to look over her shoulder, her smile going wide as she moved back, pushing against you. “And you were all prepped for your…paramour was it?”

The flush burned across your cheeks. “We don’t need to discuss it.”

“Oh, but I think we should. Is it an earthen one, or have you made your way to Sirius Sixty-Nine yet?”

“Sirius…sixty-nine?”

“It’s…think of it like an extensive alien sex shop that takes up the size of a planetoid. Named by humans, of course. But we can go there if you’re curious. The Doctor won’t even notice,” she was purring her words by the end of it and you could feel her slight wiggle as she pressed firmer against you. “I bet that human biological need to breed has you desperate to feel what it’s like to penetrate someone.”

“I can penetrate plenty with my hands,” you said as if you hadn’t just been thinking about what it felt like to have a cock.

Missy turned on her heel so her back was to the TARDIS console and her front pressed against you. All at once she’d propped herself up on the console and wrapped her legs around your waist, tugging you close. There was a heartbeat pause at that, as you felt your jeans press to her, knowing where it was pressing. “It’s different,” she said. “When you penetrate someone with a cock, when you feel that person squeeze around you. It’s different to your hands. Especially if your hands are…” and there she paused, grabbing yours and tugging them down, to wrap around her sides, below her breasts. “Occupied,” she finished with a sharp look, daring you to move them.

You swallowed, thumb tracing over the material of her blouse, feeling the corset bones underneath your hands. “Missy.”

“Don’t you want to feel me?”

“Don’t tease me. This isn’t fair.”

“Who said anything about teasing?” She asked, holding your gaze steady. “You don’t know what I want.”

“You don’t want this. You’re always making fun of…” you wanted to tug away, but her legs were firm around your waist, her hands deceptively strong around your wrists. “I didn’t think…you’d like that sort of thing.”

“What? That I don’t care for the simplest bodily pleasure? I’m not immune to desire. Now tell me, shall I go and find some other way to busy myself while the Doctor is off doing good? Or can I count on you to follow through with those nasty thoughts you’ve been having of me?”

“You…” and you trailed off, because the correct response, from the Doctor, would be to ensure she paid attention to what he was doing.

But Missy’s eyes were so blue, and her mouth was parted, her chin lifted up to look at you, causing the curve of her neck to become more apparent. You wanted to trail your mouth down that curve, to kiss her skin and tug the clothes from her body. You wanted to taste her and feel her, and––

You should have been worried that she confirmed your very fear of telepathy, but you could feel the corset moving with every breath of hers, watching her breath grow slow and heavy, her face tilted, waiting, watching you with curiosity.

“What do you want?” You asked her sincerely.

She scoffed, tugging your hands away. “If you can’t figure that out––“

There you stopped her, grabbing her and pressed her back to the TARDIS console just as she attempted to wriggle out from between you. “I said…” you repeated, slow, firmly to her as you held her still. “What do you want?”

She paused then, and a slow smile pulled over her lips. “How direct,” she teased, rolling her ‘r’s. “I want you on your knees.”

You sunk to your knees and it was all the permission you needed as your hands lifted up her skirts. Your heart thudded in your chest, waiting for the moment she’d laugh, or scoff or just pull a weapon from thin air and shoot you dead.

But she didn’t. Her eyes remained steady on you, watching as you kissed above her ankle where her heeled boot ended, trailing over her calves, her knees and thighs as the skirt was pushed up high, around her waist.

“Do time ladies often go without their knickers?” You asked.

“Skirts like this make them seem redundant,” she said, but there was a knowing look in her eyes, and you felt as if she was reading your thoughts.

No, you knew she was.

Her grin widened. “Perhaps I planned this,” she responded, echoing your own thoughts. “Manipulated the Doctor to get you alone in here with me.”

You paused, holding her gaze steady, watching for any changes to her expression as you kissed across her thigh, your mouth pressing against the crease where her thigh met her hip. Her expression softened, and there you were familiar with the look of desire.

“Are you lonely?” You asked her, “Or only looking for relief.” It was a sincere inquiry. You wanted to know what she wanted.

Her expression sharpened. “You’re a smart girl,” she teased. “Get started and I’m sure you can extrapolate from there.”

You obeyed.

It was easy to feel your mind soften, your thoughts quieten as you kissed over the pelvic bone, across the dark curls. Your hands drew up her thighs and there, with your hands on her hips, you felt her stomach tighten, intaking a breath as your mouth pressed over the slick folds, tongue sliding against the labia to taste the arousal.

Time Ladies, you found, tasted similar to the women you’d been with. There was a softer taste, muted sweetness, but it was still familiar. You stroked the flat over her vulva, before your tongue curled over her clit, testing what she liked––going from firm to soft, fast to slow, tracing different movements as you listened to her breath hitch, her thighs clench and relax around you.

Missy seemed to let you indulge in tasting her, of feeling her breath intake and muscles squeeze, before her hand curled in your hair and tugged you back.

“That’s enough of that, now.”

“Is it?” For a moment you hesitated over if you hadn’t done the right thing, and then her head tilted, her expression softening.

“We’ve limited time, and I’d rather this move to the next step,” she said, so matter of factly you wondered if you were a masturbatory tool to her. And then you wondered if that mattered at all.

You rose to your feet and tugged her thighs apart just as she pulled you close, undoing the zip of your pants, reaching out to pull out the dildo from the depths of your pants. And God, what’d you give to feel that hand curl around you, to feel her stroke it.

“You’re going to be fast about this,” she told you, “and if you’re a very good girl and do this right, I might just break out of my cell and find you again should I ever get the itch.”

“Because I’m going to be at your beck and call?”

“You will,” she said and then she pulled you closer, sliding the toy inside of her so sharply you found yourself gasping.

Well, you’d wanted something quick and dirty. Hand under her thighs, you pulled back and thrust inside of her, watching as her eyes fluttered, her back arching. Each thrust had her melting away, to wherever she wanted to be in her thoughts, mouth parted, a soft sigh on her lips as she rocked against you.

For a moment you were uncertain as to what you should be doing if you should move softly for her––as you usually would for the first time.

But this was Missy. If she wanted soft, she would have made some sardonic comment to the effect. Instead, she was drifting off to whatever bliss she wanted. You knew she was squeezing around the shaft as you thrust inside of her, muscles clenching, and for a moment you could…almost…imagine…

“Your thoughts are awfully busy,” Missy said. “Lamenting over the fact you can’t feel what it’s like inside of me?”

You didn’t respond, glaring at her.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” she said, arching, breath itching. “I can give you taste.”

And before you could agree, her hand had snatched at yours, pulling it to her mouth where she placed two fingers over her tongue. Your pace slowed for a moment as you felt her tongue wrap over your fingers, curling as she sucked, drawing your fingers down her tongue and then back.

Her lips pressed over the length of them and oh, God, you felt like you could come from this alone.

And then your fingers were out of her mouth with a soft pop as you dropped them wetly against the console, breathing hard.

“Get back to doing your job,” she said to you, like a teacher giving a sharp warning to put your head down back on your own work.

You swallowed, curling back in your confidence, trying to remember to thrust in her in an even speed––but her hand curled in your hair, tugging so your attention was brought to the brilliant, blue eyes and snarl on her lips. “If you’re not going to do this right, what good are you?”

You glared at her, shoving her back against the console as your hands gripped at her thighs, thrusting back in her. How dare she turn you on like that, and have the audacity to act like––like––

She moaned softly, and then her hand had grabbed yours, leading you to grasp at her hair. You blinked at her before fisting it tight, pulling her head back so her neck was elongated and exposed. Your breath came out in a pant as you leant forward against the flesh of her neck, your teeth dragging over her pulse.

“Yes,” she hissed. “All those years of evolution, and you’re still no better than a dog in heat.”

You bit down, sucking and felt her rock hard against you, a sound reverberating through the air and you didn’t know if it was your enjoyment or hers.

You could feel her thighs tensing, her hips shuddering as nails dug deep into your shoulders, pulling you tight.

And there, in a hot breath against your ear, you heard her exhale in relief before she shoved you backwards from her, sending you with a swift kick to hit the side of the TARDIS.

You panted, pants slipping down your thighs as Missy dropped off the console, onto the mesh ground as she adjusted her skirts and wiped at her neck and mouth, cleaning the evidence of you from her. Her eyes turned to you, and then a sharp smirk formed, before it faded, as her nose wrinkled, looking you up and down. “You can leave.”

“Leave?”

She turned away, adjusting the monitor to look back at the Doctor’s screen, fixing it so at last sound came out before she waved you off. “Off you pop. Go and light a cigarette, or whatever you humans do.”

You bared your teeth, shoving the toy back in your pants and doing it up. The slickness of the toy didn’t escape you, and a longing pulse throbbed in your clit. But your job was done. Well, fuck her then. Thank fuck that was over.

Or so you thought.

As it was, you cleaned up, you sat back in your spot and it was barely another hour passing before the Doctor returned and dropped you back home (a day late, thank’s doc.)

After receiving the half-dozen texts from your ex going from confused to angry, burning a bridge that probably should have remained burnt in the first place, you laid in bed at night, thinking about the exchange, wondering what you would do if Missy turned up.

Tell her to fuck off, maybe.

Unlikely.

You’d bring her inside, undress her off that skirt and pull her onto your face because since those many hours ago, you couldn’t help but think about her grinding on your face.

[20skai]

You and Me II

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x Heiress!Original Character

Rating: T

Word count: 1,718

Notes: A lot happens in this part! Finally Friday is here and Chioma is coming over!

Chapter warnings: There is some angst near the end but that’s it.

Part I

To Maxwell Lorenzano Friday couldn’t come quick enough. His heart was aching to have Chioma within reach again. It had him thinking back to when the last time they had seen each other before losing contact. It was a summer day and they were walking in a park. Chioma had just come home from college on break. They walked and talked for hours just simply enjoying each other’s presence. Those were simpler times he thinks.

Finally Friday came, he raced out of the office to get home and tidy up before she came. He had already told Alistair that an old friend was coming over for dinner and the boy seemed hesitant to it at first but soon warmed up to the idea when he saw how happy his father was. Having cleaned up the small home, Maxwell started making dinner. Arroz con Pollo was her favorite if he remembered correctly. Soon after he put the finishing touches on dinner the door bell rang. Giving himself one more once over and strides to the door and opens it.

Chioma is standing there in all her beautiful glory. Her hair is down and she’s wearing slacks and a button down blouse. Max takes a few deep, quiet breaths before speaking.

“You look great! Come in.” Stepping to the side he lets her in his home. She gives the entrance a look and takes off her shoes. Closing the door, Max takes her jacket and hangs it in the hallway closet. He leads her to the living room and gestures for her to sit in the couch.

“I need to set up the dining room, it shouldn’t take me long. I’ll call you once I’m finished.” Chioma nods and Maxwell gets to work in the next room. Looking around the living room she feels a sense of homeyness, there was a lot of love in this house. Getting up, she walks to the mantle and looks at photos that have been placed there and something moves in her peripheral vision. Turning she sees a boy no older than 9 looking at her shyly. Kneeling down she gives him a warm smile.

“Hello, I’m Chioma. What’s your name?” She already knows that this is Max’s son, he described in in great detail the few times the spoke on the phone this week. The boy does confirm his name in Alistair while wringing his hands together. Chioma finds him to be adorable.

“You’re Alistair? Your dad’s told me so much about you!” Once she says that the boy’s head shoots up with a smile.

“Really?” He replies.

“Oh, yes. He’s told me how smart and kind you are. He also told me you like to put Lego figures together. And that you’re working on putting the be Millennium Falcon together.” The boy nods his head in excitement and takes her hand to lead her to another room where she sees a partially put together Falcon figure.

“Daddy helps me when he’s home but he’s busy a lot, so I try to do it by myself. But it’s kinda hard.” He makes the cutest pout and Chioma has to keep herself from awwing. She then has an idea and rolls up her sleeves.

“Well how about I help you? You can show me what to do until you dad calls us for dinner.” Alistair’s eyes light up and they both get to work on putting their new joint project together. Soon enough they’re both giggling and laughing. Unbeknownst to them Maxwell is standing in the doorway looking at them both fondly with his heart full to bursting. He came looking for them after calling that dinner was done only to go looking and finding his two favorite people bonding and having a good time. He regretfully clears his throat and two heads turn to him.

“Dinner’s ready.” They both get up from their chairs carefully not to disturb the figurine and Alistair takes Chioma’s hand again to lead her to the dining room. While passing she gives Maxwell a bright smile, one he returns with equal enthusiasm.

During dinner Alistair talks to Chioma about anything his mind can think up. Dominating the conversation Maxwell can hardly get a word into Chioma but she looks to be enjoying the 9 year olds conversation so Maxwell sits and watches on in adoration. Soon enough they all finish dinner and Alistair is on the verge of sleep with his belly full. Max takes him to his room and change into his pajamas. After reading him a bedtime story, Max kisses his forehead and quietly leaves the room.

Making his way back to the front room, he sees Chioma sitting on the couch with a photo album in her hand. She looks up and smiles at him. “I’ve already washed the dishes.” Though Max tries to tell her that he would have gotten them she shakes her head and tells him that it was no problem. He sits down next to her to see which album she has. It’s Alistair’s baby pictures.

“I think he likes you. He’s never been so talkative with a person he’s just met before. And you’re really good with him.” Maxwell says with pride. Chioma ducks her head at his praise.

“I like him. He’s a sweet kid and he’s very intelligent at his young age. You’ve raised him well, Max.” Chioma sees him sit up straighter with pride etched on to his face for his son. They both go through the photo album with Chioma cooing at baby Alistair and Max telling her stories behind some of the pictures. They had stayed up so late the next thing Maxwell realizes is that the Sun is shining through the windows. He finds himself laying in the couch with Chioma resting her head on his chest snoring lightly. We must have fallen asleep he thinks. Max puts his hand on her head and begins to massage her scalp. Chioma stirs and yawns, blinking awake. She sees Max and smiles at him.

“Morning, Max. Sorry I crashed on your couch.” He sees her flush and can’t help but chuckle.

“It’s no problem, Chi. I wasn’t going to make you leave so late in the night anyway.” She gives a greatly look and Max can’t help but admire how the Sun looks on her skin. He aches to stroke it like he’s dreamed of doing for years.

Suddenly, there is a knock at the door. Max groans and maneuvers himself off the couch to not jostle Chioma too much. Walking to the door he opens it and sees a man with a tow truck.

“Mr. Lorenzano, I’ve come to give you the final notice for your car payment.” Max blanches and tries to think of an excuse.

“Hey, I can pay the bill, I just need a little more time. That’s all I need is time.” Max begs the man. While looks sympathetic, the man shakes his head. “I’m sorry sir, but I can’t do that. Unless you have what is owed, I have to take the car.” Max begins to internally panic. How am I going to get to work? Who is going to take Alistair to school? If I can’t get to work what’s going to happen to the house?

“Max? What’s going on?” Maxwell snaps his head to see Chioma standing off to the side. What’s Chioma going to think of me? He thinks shamefully.

The man at the door sees her and tips is hat. “I’m sorry for the disturbance ma’am. But I need to take the gentleman’s car.” He states matter of factly. Chioma raises an eyebrow and gives him a level look.

“How much does he owe?” Her tone monotonous. He tells her and she nods. “Can you take a check?” Both men look at her in shock and surprise. The man gives her an affirmative nod. And Chioma gets her purse and writes a check. Handing it to him, the man tips his hat again to her and wishes them both a good day. Closing the door, Chioma sighs.

“I can’t believe they do that. I mean really? First thing in the morning they drop that on a person? Unbelievable!” Caught up in her ranting she doesn’t notice Max drops to the floor until she hears him crying. Spinning around she sees tears streaming down his face.

“Max? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Kneeling down she places her ands on his cheeks. Max looks into her eyes and sees the concern there. It only makes him sob harder.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!” Max places his hands on her wrists and continues to cry.

“Max, what are you sorry for?” Chioma says in confusion. Max shakes his head and takes her hands from his face.

“I dragged you into my money problems. I didn’t want you to know how tight things were here. I can only imagine what you think of me now. And I’m not sure how to pay you back!” Max shakes his head and is taken back when Chioma hugs him. They are like this until Max ceases his crying. Letting go Chioma takes his hands in both of hers.

“Max don’t worry about paying me back. I wanted to help. If I didn’t I would t have said anything. And I don’t think any less of you. Money problems happen. And if you ever need help, just tell me and I’ll help. No questions asked.” Chioma caresses his cheek and smiles reassuringly. Max sniffs and pulls her to him in a tight hug.

“I don’t deserve you.” Max whispers. Shaking her head Chioma pulls back and rolls her eyes. They both stand and Chioma kisses him in the cheek.

“If that were true Maxwell, I wouldn’t be here. Now let’s get cleaned up before Alistair wakes up. I’ll treat you both to a fun-filled and relaxing weekend.” She shoos him away and tells him that she’ll be back in about an hour so she can get a change of clothes and make reservations. He sees her off and after she’s out of sight he makes is way to the shower and gets underneath the nozzle letting hot water surround him.

I love her more than I ever thought was possible. He thinks. Oh, Chioma.

Part 3

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@absurdthirst @mrschiltoncat

[wheresfury]

Singing in the shower

~Pairings: Brie Larson/fem!reader

~Warnings: Daddy Kink, dirty talk, verbal humiliation, Dom/sub, safeword use, overstimulation, vaginal fingering, aftercare, fluff.

~Word count: 2,155

~Summary: Brie catches you doing something you shouldn’t. She decides you need to learn your lesson.

~Authors note: A little request/idea from @adyson-ellender, (lemme know if you have an ao3 so I can gift it to you) I hope I did this beautiful concept justice. GIFs not mine and I was going to use this pic but it was immediatly marked (n)sfw :( Let me know what you y’all think. Hope y’all enjoy!!

~Other works are on my Masterlist

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It has been a rough couple of weeks for you and Brie. You two weren’t fighting or anything but with her gone most of the time for the avengers press tour you two haven’t been able to come together intimately. You were becoming increasingly frustrated as time went by, so frustrated you were about to break the number one rule. No touching without permission. You’ve begged over the phone but so far she’s only let you edge yourself. You were getting ready for bed when you decided to forgo clothes and finally get that release you’ve been dying for. You lay on the bed and spread your legs. You debate putting one of your many sex tapes with Brie on but decide against it, you’re already soaked enough as it is. Your hand makes its way down your body and you release a loud guttural moan at the feeling. Your fingers run through your soaked slit and you yelp as you touch your sensitive clit. Your other hand goes to pinch at your sensitive nipples. You circle your clit for a while before moving two fingers down to your entrance. Your eyes snap open when someone grabs your wrist.

“Brie?! What are you doing here?” She shakes her head as you blush profusely.

“Apparently I knew you were going to pull some shit like this, baby girl.” She lifts up your fingers coated in your slick and stick them into her mouth. She moans at your taste. You close your legs as she stares down at you.

“What do you have to say for yourself, baby?” You whimper as she releases your wrist. 

“I-I missed you, Brie. I didn’t know when you’d be back.” She clicks her tongue at you.

“How pathetic, Y/N. You couldn’t wait a few more days? So desperate for me you disobey me? So disappointed, baby girl.” You whine as she looks disapprovingly at you.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I just couldn’t help myself! You’ve been making me edge for weeks!” She tuts at you and steps away from the bed.

“Can’t handle a few edges, I remember edging you for hours once. After you were a sweaty little mess I didn’t let you cum for one month. I think this little stunt deserves two months.” You gasp and scramble to your knees at the edge of the bed.

“No, Brie, please! I’m sorry but I can’t handle it! I’ll die!”

“Don’t be so dramatic, little one. You’ll be fine...unless.” Your eyes widen as she walks over to you and cups your face in her hands.

“Unless what?” She smirks and moves her hands to your hair slightly pulling on the luscious strands.

“Can you be my good girl tonight?” You nod excited. 

“Yes, Daddy. I can be your good girl, I promise!” She hummed as she brings you into a rough kiss. You release a longing moan as her tongue slips into your mouth. Her hands move to your breast squeezing and pinching as yours grab onto her neck. She pulls away and slaps your breasts.

“Are you my dirty girl, baby? Hm, you wet for me, slut?” You groan as she slides her hand down to your slit, slowly stroking her fingers through your wet folds.

“Yes, I’m your dirty girl, Daddy. So wet for you, I always am. Please.” 

“Begging already, baby girl? We’re just getting started.” She pulls away and starts to undress as you sit there and drool. Once she’s done she starts walking towards the bathroom, she leans against the doorway and looks back at you with a wink.

“What are you waiting for, baby girl? You’re dirty so you need a shower.” You jump up and trip over yourself before running into the bathroom. You hear Brie laughing as you turn on the water to the perfect temperature. You hop in as Brie takes her precious time getting in. Once she was in you were all over her. You were leaving kisses up and down her neck when you realize she hasn’t moved. You whine as you step away from her, your back against the shower wall. She smirks and takes the shower head off of the hook changing the dial until the water was a slow rhythmic pulse. She beckons you to come closer.

“That’s more like it, baby girl.” She brings her free hand up to tangle in your hair pulling you into a kiss. You moan as she bites your bottom lip pulling on it softly. She pulls away and moves her kisses to your neck and sucks harshly on your pulse point making you whimper. Your hands fly up to her hair to have some sort of support. She moves down to your breast giving them both nips and kitten licks all over. You couldn’t wait any longer at this point.

“Daddy, please! I can’t take it anymore!” She pouts as she pulls away from your breasts. She leans in and nibbles on your ear. 

“You want to be fucked, baby? Hm? Wanna cum all night long?” You groan at her glorious words.

“Yes, Daddy! All night, please.” She hums and moves the shower head to hit directly on your swollen clit. You yelp at the strong water pressure. 

“Good. I’m not stopping until you’re a wet, moaning, overwhelmed little slut. How does that sound, baby girl?” Your eyes roll back as she positioned the stream down a bit making the angle perfect for your pleasure.

“Sounds good, Daddy. Oh!” You moan as she rolls her wrist in a circular motion causing the water to imitate her movements.

“You can cum whenever, baby girl. However many times you can handle.” Your hands move to her shoulders as she kisses you. Her unoccupied hand pushes on your leg to spread them further. She then trails that hand up your thigh and she thrusts three fingers into your cunt. You moan loudly into her mouth at the action. You pull away from her kiss as your head lands on the wall behind you. Her lips move onto your neck as you release moans and incoherent words. The pressure builds in your abdomen as she continues to thrust harshly into you. The water pressure on your clit making your mind fuzzy with pleasure. Your hands leave her hair to curl around her shoulders. Your moans are incoherent as you come closer to your release.

“M’close, Daddy.” Brie hums and nips your neck.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my fingers, slut.” Your eyes roll back as your orgasm hits, you call out Brie’s name as she continues her thrusts. 

“That’s my good girl, such a good little slut for me. Keep it up, baby.” You whine as she gives you no time to recover from your first orgasm as she pulls you into your second one quickly after. Her fingers increase their pace as you ride out your second orgasm of the night. Your nails scratch down her back as a third one approaches. She bites down on your neck leaving a mark when your nails dig too deep.

“Ease up on the nails, babe. I have a photo shoot next week.” You stutter out an apology and grasp at her shoulders again. You release a loud moan as she pulls out her fingers and adds a fourth. 

“That’s it, baby girl. Take Daddy’s fingers. Is this what you wanted slut? To be fucked into oblivion?” You whimper as she turns the nozzle on the shower head to a stronger pulse.

“Yes, Daddy. It’s been too long, fuck!” You get cut short as another orgasm pulses through you. Her lips find yours in a desperate kiss. You both moan at the taste of each other. Brie pulls away once you start to slow down the kiss.

“Where are you at, baby?” Your eyes roll back as you contemplate your answer.

“G-Green.” Brie nods her head and hastens her thrusts as the water dances rhythmically on your clit. Your knees buckle as your fourth orgasm hits. 

“What, baby girl, can’t handle it?” Your head shakes in response as you struggle to stay standing. Brie notices and takes her fingers out of your throbbing cunt.

“Come on, baby girl.” She pulls the shower head away from your abused clit as she helps you lower down to the tub floor. She lays you on your back as you breathe heavily. Before you could catch your breath she aims the water down on your clit. Your hands grasp onto the edges of the tub as your legs shake with another orgasm. Your moans increase as she ups the water pressure to the highest setting on the shower head. She leans down and takes your nipple into her mouth. Your hands make their way into her hair as she bites down on your nipple before moving over to the other one.

“That’s it, little one. Cum for me, baby.” Your legs convulsed as you scream at the feeling of the powerful orgasm. Your clit throbs from the sensation of the shower head. You’re not sure how many more you take before you feel completely overwhelmed, your sense of time completely gone. Your head up in the clouds and you don’t really want to come down, not yet anyway. You’re crying heavily at the overstimulation of your clit. Brie is still paying attention to your breasts once you come down.

“Red.” She quickly pulls the shower head away and turns it off as she crawls over you to cradle your head in her lap.

“How are you feeling, little one?” You hum as she massages your head.

“Pretty good, very good. I’m buzzing all over, Daddy.” She giggles at your cute behavior.

“I’m sure you are, baby girl. You got through ten orgasms. I believe that is a new record.” Your eyes widen as you look up at her.

“What? No way. I don’t think so.” She leans down and kisses you on the forehead.

“Yes you did, baby. We’ve been here a long time. We’re all wrinkly.” You lift your hands up and notice she was right.

“Huh. It felt like five minutes yet not at all.” She pushes you into a sitting position as she gets up to grab a towel. She holds out her hands to you and pulls you up. She wraps you in the towel and dries you off. 

“We should do that again sometime. I feel high as fuck right now.” Brie looks at you like you grew two heads.

“Maybe but right now you’re being punished so no orgasms for two months.” Your jaw drops.

“What why?!” She raises her eyebrows at you.

“Were you or were you not touching yourself without permission tonight?” You pout at her and cross your arms.

“Maybe.” She smirks at you and grabs a towel to dry herself off. 

“Two months, baby girl. Tonight was the last time for a long time.” You glare at her smirking face as she walks back into the bedroom.

“You’re so mean, Brie!” 

“We have rules for a reason, Y/N. You break them you pay the consequences.” You follow her to the closet to grab some pajamas.

“Was that not a punishment?” She gives you a quick glance as she picks out her pajamas.

“It was, in a way. You ended up blissed out yet completely overwhelmed. It was your last hurrah for two months, thought I’d give you a little something before the drought.” You groan as you get ready for bed. She chuckles at your misery and gets into bed.

“You know you’re not going to be having sex either so why are you laughing?” You join her in the bed as she smirks at you.

“There is no rule against me touching myself. I did make them up after all.” You pout at her in response and cuddle into the sheets. She scoots closer to you and you stop her with a hand to her chest.

“Nope, no cuddles for you.” 

“What why not?” You smirk at her as she gives you her irresistible puppy dog eyes.

“That’s your punishment. Everyday I don’t get an orgasm you don’t get a cuddle from me.” She huffs and rolls over onto her back.

“Why must I get the bratty sub?” 

“Because you love me.” She rolls her eyes and rest her head on her hands looking up at the ceiling.

“Yeah I do.” She looks over at you and smiles. You inch closer to her but not enough to cuddle, you will prevail. She can’t resist your cuddles.

“I give you a week before you give in, Brie.” 

“We’ll see, love.” You smile as her arms fall to her sides and you grab her hand closest to you and hold on to it. You close your eyes as her hand squeezes yours. You drift off fast, tired from your many orgasms. Yeah one week for sure.

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Brie Tag: @fun-sized-widow-bites

Forever Tag: @cheethos , @domromanoff , @stuckys-whore , @marilynroselleprentiss , @captainwonderwidow , @kello-unknown , @lildoughnut0

[kindofcashton]

𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕  •  chapter 3  (Calum Hood AU)

BY THE TIME we got back to the house it was far past midnight, and none of us could walk straight, except maybe Calum.  He never seemed to show just how much he drank, as his movements weren’t as clumsy and uncontrolled as the rest of ours.

I had spent the night dancing and drinking overly sweet fruity concoctions.  Calum had disappeared from the bar, which was a welcome discovery as I hated the way he always looked at me those burning eyes.  I didn’t like how self conscious and nervous I was around him, so when he was nowhere to be seen I confidently ordered my fruity drinks and actually let loose for once.

He went right up to his room once we got home, but I went into the bathroom with Hannah to change and take all of our makeup off.  Peering into the mirror, I saw my eyeliner had smudged slightly and my lip gloss was practically gone.  My cheeks were flushed from alcohol and the heat of the club, my hair tousled and not as refined as it had been when we left.  In a way, I thought I looked hot, and even cracked a smile at my reflection.

Hannah caught this in the mirror and laughed, hooking an arm around my shoulders and pulling me into a hug.

“We got this Scar, you and me.  This can be fun, I promise.”  She sounded so sincere, and I hoped some of her optimism spread to me.  I could use every bit I could get. 

I couldn’t believe just a month ago the two of us had been at school, our biggest worry being the next exam or which jock was going to hit on us in the dining hall.  My heart yearned for those times, when my future was set in stone and I knew what to expect.  I had dreams back then, dreams to help people with my career and make a positive change in someone’s life.  Studying psychology to become a social worker had been my goal for as long as I knew, and I was good at it.  My professors all told me I’d make a great counselor, and my grades reflected this.

And then, one by one, the pieces in my life began to fall apart.  My family never had much money to begin with, but my parents managed to send me to a decent college, with lots of loans of course.  I knew I’d need a job as soon as I graduated, but that over time the debt could be managed.  All of this changed when I got the phone call.  It was late at night, but I was up studying.  I had just spoken to my parents the night before for our weekly chat, and everything was fine.

How quickly those things can change.

The doctor was vague on the phone, or maybe I just couldn’t comprehend what he was telling me.  Didn’t want to comprehend it.  His words were simple, but strung together they made no sense.

What did he mean car accident?  Where were my parents even going?  How come the 18-wheeler that slammed into them didn’t stop?  Why were they the ones that got hurt, when the other driver walked away scratch free?

I knew the word coma, but I didn’t foresee all of its implications.  Brain bleed was mentioned too, as well as circling the drain.  All of these words and phrases jumbled up in my mind, until I snapped and asked what the hell he was talking about.

Needless to say, what little money we did have went towards the medical bills.  My dad died two days after the crash, the impact of the accident turning out to be too much stress on his body.  Before I’d even accepted he was gone my mom took a turn for the worse.  She hadn’t woken up after surgery, and would crash every other day.  I stopped counting the amount of times the doctors revived her, and even slept through a few of them.  

They asked what I wanted to do when she was finally pronounced brain dead.  What was I supposed to do?  A twenty-one year old college student, overwhelmed with work and the fresh death of my father, and I was asked to just unplug my mother?  Stupidly, but caught up in the petrifying stress of it all, I insisted they keep her alive.  This intensive care was expensive, and hemorrhaged every last dollar we had until I had bankers and lawyers knocking down my door.  The day I finally did say goodbye to my mother was the day my university told me I wouldn’t be able to stay if I didn’t pay the monthly fee.

Blinking rapidly, I was brought out of my nightmarish memories and back to the present.  Basically kicked out of college, with barely a cent to my name, Hannah was my lifeline.  We were quite the pair of misfits, as she had essentially flunked out of her classes and been dismissed by the principle.  The two of us made a pact to tell no one the truth, and come home like nothing happened.  I’d work to get my degree some other way, and she would try to figure out a different path.  Without her, I don’t think I would’ve survived.

“I’m gonna take a shower, unless you want to go first?” Hannah asked me, rubbing her alcohol-reddened eyes.  I shook my head, suppressing a yawn.

“I’m too exhausted, I think I’d fall asleep under the water.  I’ll take one in the morning.”

She gave me one last tight hug before I left the bathroom, holding my crumpled outfit in my hands as I crossed the hallway to my room.  The sleep shorts and oversized tee shirt I wore were a welcome change from the tight clothes, and I dumped them in the hamper before collapsing onto Michael’s bed and falling asleep within minutes.

- - - - -

I woke up to my head hammering.  This hangover was one of the worst I’d had in a while, I suppose because I hadn’t drank like that in a while.  It took all the effort I had to get out of bed and head to the shower.

Holding my bathrobe and shower supplies, I noticed the door was closed but the light wasn’t coming through the bottom, so I gave a quick knock.

As my fist collided with the wood, it suddenly swung open to reveal an angry looking Calum.  Everything in my hands fell to the floor with a clatter.  I bent down to pick them up hastily, glancing up at Calum with a frown.  His hair was wet and curly, sticking up at all angles.  A towel hung loosely from his waist, and in my half-conscious state my dreary eyes dragged down his glistening wet skin.  My stare was obvious, and it made a cruel smirk curl onto his lips.

“Morning.  You look great.”  

His comment stung, as I was sure I looked awful.  My hair was a mess, my eyes surely dark with circles and fatigue.  I sighed, and said in a tired voice, “Sorry, I was just going to take a shower.”  When I finally had all my things I stood straight up, still overwhelmed by Calum’s towering frame.

He snorted, and without another word pushed past me towards his room.  I was too jostled to react, instead just closing the door behind me and leaning back against it in defeat.  Would Calum and I ever find a common ground?

I pushed the dark-haired boy out of my mind as I turned on the water, twisting the nozzle to almost as hot as it went.  The droplets scorched my skin as I stood under the rain, washing my limp hair and exhaling in relief.  Hot showers reawakened my senses, and today I needed a boost.  Today I planned on finding a job, and I couldn’t be sleepy and hungover when meeting prospective bosses.

Climbing out of the shower into the steamy bathroom, I toweled off my damp hair and swiped a hand across the foggy mirror.  In the small strip I’d wiped away, I saw the slight bags under my eyes and a dull look in the green orbs.  I was almost glad I couldn’t see the rest of myself.

Tying off my robe, I exited the bathroom and went downstairs to get some breakfast.  Hannah was at the table reading a magazine, and Luke had his head in the fridge searching for something to eat.  Michael and Ashton had already left, and once again Calum was nowhere to be seen.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” Luke greeted her with a grin, leaning on the top of the fridge door with his forearm.  “You feeling the effects of your wild night out?”  Somehow when Luke teased me, it made me smile; the complete opposite reaction I had when Calum mocked me.

“Oh yeah, this headache is really fun.”  I instantly headed for the coffee, knowing some strong caffeine was just what I needed.

Hannah waved her magazine at Luke.  “If you think last night was wild for the two of us, think again.  We got into some crazy shit at school that you haven’t even seen yet.”  Luke put his hands up in defeat, and I shook my head and chuckled as I joined Hannah at the table.

“Oh yeah, because jello shots are really out of the box.”  I took a sip of the steaming coffee, not even caring that it burnt the tip of my tongue.

Hannah’s eyes tracked Luke behind us until he disappeared into the other room, upon which she pressed her palms to the table and sighed.

“Ashton must have asked me a million questions last night,” she hissed under her breath, and I set my mug down worriedly.

“About what?”  Even my whispered words wavered slightly.

“What do you think?  You, me, why we’re not at school right now when everybody else is.  And I know Ashton wouldn’t just ask me if the other guys hadn’t told him to, which means they’re dying to know too.”

I bit my lip, a thousand thoughts running through my head.  “What do they want to know?  I mean, we just met, I’m not gonna tell them my whole life story.”

Hannah nodded.  “I know, and I’m not exactly thrilled at the idea of telling Ashton I flunked out.”  Her voice was thick with disappointment, and I reached across the table to give her hand a sympathetic pat.  I knew Hannah was secretly really embarrassed and ashamed of her grades.  Even though Ashton never went to college himself, Hannah wanted to prove she wasn’t an idiot, since he was always considered the smart one of the pair.  She also couldn’t face her parents, as they would surely throttle her if they found out she left school.

I sighed, and ran a nervous hand through my damp hair.  “Look, I have every intention of going back once I sort things out, and I’m sure if you can figure out a different school and just lie and say you transferred.”

She laughed darkly.  “Transferred to a community college?  Oh yeah, I’ll be a laughing stock to my family.”  Hannah shook her head, as if to clear these negative thoughts.  “Whatever, that’s not important right now.  But you’re sure you want to keep the stuff about your parents quiet?  No one would judge you, Scar, if anything they’d--”

“Pity me,” I interjected.  “They would pity me, and that is the last thing I want from the guys.  I want their respect first, and then maybe I’ll tell them.”

Hannah shrugged.  “Whatever you say, but it can’t be healthy to bottle it all up inside--”

“Bottle what up inside?”

Of course Calum strode in at this very moment.  He had changed into joggers and a black muscle tee with holes around the collar.  His hair had dried and was thick around his forehead.  He reached for the coffee and as he poured himself a cup, his mocking brown eyes watched us at the table.

“We’re talking about emotions and feelings, Calum, something you would never be able to understand,” Hannah fired back, causing him to scowl.

“Damn, ouch,” Luke laughed as he reentered.  “What a lovely morning this is shaping up to be.

The four of us ate in relative silence.  I was glad when Luke sat next to me so that Calum couldn’t.  He sat diagonal to me, eating the same frosted cereal as yesterday.  I was sick of the quiet in the room, and decided to speak up.

“I’m gonna go see about that job at the cafe,” I informed them.  “Never too soon to start earning money.”

Luke set his orange juice on the table.  “I would offer you a ride, but Mike and I share the station wagon and he’s already gone.  Same with Ashton.”

Hannah’s piercing blue eyes slid to Calum next to her, who hadn’t looked up.  When he realized we were waiting for him, he glared across the table.

“What, I’m supposed to jump at volunteering?”

I repressed a sigh.  I didn’t exactly want Calum to drive me, but clearly that was the simplest answer.  However, I wasn’t about to show him I relied on him and let him toy with this like he always did.  Instead, I shook my head.

“No, I don’t want a ride.  I think it’ll do me good to figure out the bus system.  I don’t ever wanna rely on any of you for a ride, you already do too much.”

Hannah and Luke nodded while Calum rolled his eyes and returned his attention to his cereal.  Straightening my posture, I refused to let his rudeness affect me.  I needed to be confident today, and someone like Calum knew just how to strip this away.

I left breakfast to get ready, opting for a nice pair of jeans and simple sweater with a jacket.  I liked looking put together and composed; it helped me feel that way on the inside.  

“Wish me luck,” I called at the front door, and I saw Luke give me a thumbs up from the kitchen.

“Go get ‘em, girl!” Hannah yelled.  Calum remained stoically silent.

There was a bus stop at the corner of the street, and I pulled up the schedule on my phone.  Hannah had given me the address, and I was pleased to see it wasn’t far at all.  God, I hope I get the job, I thought, chewing my lip.  It would make this stressful time that much easier.

The bus came and I took a seat close to the back, peering out the window and familiarizing myself with the area.  It was a great city, and a part of me could see settling down here.

No, the goal is college, I reminded myself.  This is meant to be extremely temporary.  And besides, no matter how much I liked the city it would always feel like I was borrowing it.  It belonged to Hannah and the guys, the same way the house did.  I would always be a guest here, would never feel like I was really meant to stay.

The cafe was earthy and quaint, and upon stepping through the door I was hit by a waft of roasted coffee.  There was in fact a hiring sign outside, with quite a few exclamation marks, which would hopefully work in my favor.

I approached the counter confidently.  “Hi, I heard you guys were hiring and was wondering if I could fill out an application?”

The worker looked relieved once I asked.  He was around my age, with black earrings and a nose ring.  His name tag read Roger.  “Thank god.  Mack was convinced we’d never find an applicant.  Hold on, I’ll get him for you now.”

I smiled, pleasantly surprised at his enthusiastic answer.  A minute passed, and Roger returned with an older man, who thankfully didn’t look too intimidating.  He had graying hair and a bushy mustache, and smelled strongly off baking scones.

“You’re here about the job?”  He got straight to the point, and I smiled as I pushed a lock of hair behind my ear.

“Yes, absolutely.  I have my resume right here, and was just hoping to get an interview today, whatever you wanted.”

Mack waved his hand dismissively.  “Lemme see the resume.”  I reached into my bag and pulled it out, handing it over with a breathless grin.

“I’m still enrolled in college,” I said quickly, embellishing my story slightly.  “I’m earning credits for my degree from home right now.”  I hoped the explanation sounded mature and not like an excuse I was desperately trying to push.

Mack studied the paper in a matter of seconds, and slapped it on the counter.  Roger was grinning behind him, arms folded.

“I’m gonna be honest with you,” Mack started, and I nodded.  “I really need the help right now.  Normally, I’d screen a few applicants and worry about experience and whatnot, but I just don’t have the time.  So how about I give you a two week test run, and if I think you’re a good fit I’ll hire you officially?”

I had to stop my jaw from dropping to the floor.  How is it this easy? I thought, thinking surely there must be a catch.  Glancing around, I saw that the cafe was well attended and pretty nice overall, which was encouraging.  The only downside to Mack’s offer was the lack of pay for two weeks, but that was honestly fair with such an easy application process.

“Deal,” I said, extending my hand for a shake.  Mack smiles hugely and shook my hand, eyes twinkling.

“You just saved me an awful lotta stress, Scarlett,” he said.  “I really hope you’re the one for the job.”

I left after thanking him again profusely, and had to hold in a squeal.  I called Hannah immediately to gush about my success, and she said we had to celebrate.  We spent the day window shopping and trying on expensive clothes we’d never buy, but she made me swear I’d buy a tight cream colored dress once I got my first paycheck.  Hannah insisted it made me look like a million bucks, and I had to admit I liked that idea.

By the time we got home it was well after dinner and the guys had disbanded.  Michael and Luke texted saying they were with some friends getting a drink, and with Calum’s missing mustang I assumed he was with them.  Hannah got a surprise call from her parents once we walked through the door and hastily ran downstairs to take it.  A few times I heard her raise her voice to a yell, and I knew they must have found out about her leaving school.

Poor Hannah, I thought as I brushed my teeth, staring into the mirror.  I looked radically different from this morning; though I still had on an oversized tee shirt and shorts, my eyes were sparking with confidence and exuberance at getting a job, and the hangover had finally cleared along with the dark circles.  My cheery mood continued as I strolled downstairs, starving as I decided to make a simple sandwich and catch up on some reading.

The yelling stopped and I assumed Hannah had gone to bed, so I was peacefully alone in the kitchen with my book.  I was so engrossed in it I barely heard the front door open.  Unfortunately, I couldn’t ignore Calum swaggering into the kitchen to grab a beer, and I swallowed a bite of my sandwich nervously.

“Hey,” I said tentatively, praying he wouldn’t be mean for once.  Something was off about his appearance; his tee shirt was wrinkled and his belt wasn’t fully done on his jeans.  His hair was super messy and his eyes were glazed, and I spotted a dark mark on his neck.

Oh.

“Why are you still awake?  It’s like 3am.”  He flipped open his beer and took a swig, taking in my appearance at the table.

I hugged my knee closer to my chest and shrugged, a few pieces of hair escaping my bun to block my eyes.  “Not really tired.”

He met my eyes, and I tried to hide the fact that I knew what he’d just come home from.  He didn’t seem as cocky as normal, his hook-up actually subduing his sharp attitude.  I still felt wildly uncomfortable under his close brown gaze though, and it took everything in me not to shy away.

Finally, he broke the stare to take another sip of beer.  “Goodnight, Scarlett,” he said before disappearing upstairs, and I stayed rooted to the spot in shock for a few moments more.

I don’t know what shocked me more; his lack of cruel comments or the fact that he’d actually used my name for the first time.

[chillmichelle]

Princess

Y/N finds out that Shawn calls her princess because of his inability to get over his ex, whom he also called princess.

Very angsty

Word Count: 4K

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“Hello princess.”

A pair of warm lips presses against Y/N’s forehead. The second she feels the light from the window glare through onto her tired eyes, she rushes to lift the sheets onto her face to hide herself from the painful rays.

Shawn laughs at her actions, swiftly lifting them before climbing in under the sheets right next to her. He grabs at her waist, and just as she thinks he’s about to pull her into him like he always does, he instead squeezes at her sides, making her laugh and jump up out of the sheets.

“Shawn!” She squeals, grabbing the nearest pillow to hit at him with the fluffy material. He flinches at the crisp material thudding against his bare chest, grabbing the pillow under his head and sitting up. He’s wearing nothing but his boxers, allowing Y/N to admire the tattoos along his arms.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He raises the pillow in his grasp. Y/N widens her eyes, slowly backing away from the bed and then quickly sprinting into the restroom before Shawn can catch up to her.

“I’ll get you back princess!”

-

Y/N is flipping pancakes on the stove, spatula in one hand and the handle of the pan in the other as she focuses on turning the pancakes golden brown. The smell of buttery goodness fills the air and her stomach grumbles.

“Something smells fucking amazing.” Shawn declares as he jogs out of his bedroom, finally wearing some shorts but still lacking a shirt. Y/N didn’t mind, though.

“Morning princess.” He lays a kiss to her lips, their lips making a small smacking sound as they both pull apart. Y/N smells the scent of coconut body wash on him, the same kind she’s just recently purchased and placed in his bathroom.

“Shawn, did you use my body wash?” She humors. Looking behind her, she realizes he stands frozen, the water bottle he was going to drink out of frozen in mid air as he searches for words to speak.

“...no?” He tries to reason, even though they both already know the answer to her question.

“You’re adorable.” She presses on, poking at his toned stomach before turning back around to flip at her pancakes.

When she pours the last of the batter into the pan, she throws the dirty bowl into the sink to be washed later. Shawn leans onto the counter, eyes switching from admiring her to flicking onto his phone.

“Do you have any plans today?” He asks, breaking the comfortable silence. Y/N watched bubbles form on the uncooked side of the pancakes and begins lifting the edges of the floppy disk up.

“No, I think I finished all of my homework yesterday. Why?”

Shawn leans forward, wrapping one arm around her waist as he elaborates, “My friends are hosting a little get together, and Brian can’t have it at his place because his brother is coming into town. I thought maybe I could host it here? Unless you’d be uncomfortable with that. In which case I definitely won’t.”

Y/N is quick to respond, “No, Shawn, it’s your place. Of course you can host it here, you shouldn’t even have to ask.” She smiles, tilting her head up to stare at him. He nudges their noses together softly and Y/N almost feels like awwing at his cuteness.

“I can’t wait for you to meet my friends.” He tells her, his lips brushing against hers at their proximity. She lets out a hum of approval, tilting her head forwards to flip the final pancake. She figures the remaining heat from the pan will cook it, and reaches forward to switch the heat off.

After she flops the final pancake onto the stack, she walks over to place it in the center of the table. She grabs the pitcher of syrup from the counter, and sits in the heavy chair that she’s sure probably costed an unreasonable amount.

“So what are they like?” She asks. Shawn raises an eyebrow, looking at her in confusion before she elaborates.

“Your friends, tell me about them.”

Shawn’s face quickly switches in realization as he smiles and begins speaking.

“Well they’re the best. I mean, i’ve been friends with them since I was practically a baby. Brian, Matt, and Ian all go to Trent. And they can be just a tad bit stupid, but so can all college guys, so just forgive them if they act a little off.”

“They may bring some of their own college friends who I don’t even know, but if they’re anything like the boys they’ll be cool with whatever.”

Y/N giggles, cutting into her stack of syrup soaked pancakes before replying, “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t just a bit nervous.”

“You’re amazing baby, I know they’ll love you.” He reaches across the table, one hand lifting a forkful of pancakes up to his lips as the other grips her slim fingers in his own. She reaches for the can of whipped cream, spraying some all over her pancakes and then pressing the nozzle onto her lips and spraying some into her mouth.

He leans across the table, long legs making him able to press his lips to here that are lined with whipped cream.

“You missed a spot, princess.”

-

People start crowding in at around 7. A few boys show up with two six packs of beer and some glass bottles of different colored liquids. Y/N stands near the kitchen counter, lingering as everyone converses. They all know each other, and Shawn’s disappeared into the crowd of people, so Y/N shyly sips at the glass of bitter liquid in front of her.

Most of his friends, including Shawn, seem to be seated on the couch, laughing away at their old high school memories. Just as they’re done discussing a particular high school hockey game, she notices Shawn motioning towards her.

Not knowing what else to do, she walks over to where he’s seated on the couch, resting her hands on his relaxed shoulders.

“We met a few months ago and I didn’t grow the balls to ask her out until a month ago, she’s kind so don’t try to corrupt her like I know you all will do.” He shoots a playful glare at his friends and they let out friendly insults towards him.

“Nice to meet you.” She pathetically and awkwardly waves, immediately cursing herself after. Shawn grabs at her hands on his shoulders, pulling them forwards to kiss one of her knuckles before intertwining his fingers with hers around his neck.

The two of them stay like that for a while. Shawn’s friends talk about a number of subjects, Starting from Ian’s first kiss in 6th grade, to the time Brian got drunk for the first time and threw up the next day in one of the biology beakers from his hangover. Y/N laughs along with them, not conversing but absorbing the moment. She hears a small buzzing sound and her eyes shoot down to where Shawn’s phone is buzzing from a phone call.

“Excuse me gentlemen.” Shawn says, lifting himself from the center of the leather couch while using Ian and Matt’s knees for support.

“I’ll be right back, princess.” He tells Y/N, leaning forward to give her a peck on the lips. She lingers on the way how lips are soft, and slightly tainted with the taste of cheap beer.

When he walks away, she notices two girls at the corner of the room shooting her a confused look while talking amongst each other. She notices that the look doesn’t look disgusted, or angry, just simply confused.

She walks to the kitchen area, trying to wash the regrettable taste of whiskey off of her lips. Just as she’s poured herself a glass of water, one of the girls from before walks into the kitchen.

“Would you mind pouring me a glass as well?” She asks politely. She’s beautiful, short brown locks framing her small face perfectly. Her baggy button up shirt is fashionably tucked into her baggy jeans.

“No problem.” Y/N smiles, she could use a friend, especially one who was close to Shawn as well. She knew she’d be going to more of these ‘get togethers’ (excuses for friends to get drunk and talk about the dumb things they did in high school), and it would be good if she had people aside from her own thoughts to interact with.

She quickly fills a clear glass with water, handing it over to the girl who towers over her by a few inches.

“Y/N? I think your name was?” She asks, making small talk.

Y/N takes a sip of her drink, “Yeah, I don’t think I caught your name though.”

“Oh, it’s fine.” She laughs, “I’m Leah. And I was going to say I love your name, it’s beautiful.” She compliments sweetly. Y/N smiles, thanking her before asking her how she’s doing.

“Oh, m’alright. Finals week is really kicking everyone’s ass but I finished last week so i’m just a little less stressed than everyone else.” Y/N nods, her having studies for upwards of five hours the day before. Luckily Shawn had made her dinner, and reminded her to eat between study breaks.

They continue talking to each other about simple things. Y/N learns Leah was one of Shawn’s close friends from back home, and Leah dishes on all of the embarrassing things Shawn did as a child. She talks about the time he fell off of the tree that was in the playground of the elementary school, and how all the other kids praised him for his bravery. About how they all called him curly for a year in high school from the change in his hair, something he hates remembering.

“Shawn’s the sweetest. Did I tell you about the time he accidentally dropped an entire cake on Belle? It was their anniversary too, poor thing.” She laughs, “Probably why she dumped him.”

Y/N laughs initially, the realization not hitting her yet. But then she backtracks on Leah’s words and she can’t help but question, “Belle?”

Leah, who’s clearly just a bit tipsy as she’s been sipping on gin all night, answer quickly “Yeah, the model girl Shawn dated. Really kind, brunette, models in LA.”

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, her thoughts jumbling up. As far as she was concerned, she’d never heard of Shawn dating a girl named Belle before. She was familiar with Lauren, his first real girlfriend, and she was familiar with his publicity relationships and his flings, but not with this girl.

“You know, I assumed he had a type. She was so incredibly nice and he’d always be wrapping his arms around her and PDA-ing at all of our get togethers. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t adorable, really reminds me of you two actually.” Y/N knows Leah doesn’t mean to deepen her confusion, as she continues to senselessly ramble without knowing what she’s saying.

“Weird. Shawn’s never mentioned her to me.” Y/N quietly says, staring at the floor tiles and shuffling with her sock clad feet. Shawn hadn’t ever even mentioned the name before.

“I think we were all a bit surprised when he mentioned he’d been dating a girl for a whole month. Belle dumped him, what was it? 2 months ago I think?” She sips at her glass again, “He was devastated, Brian told me he even thought he loved her.”

Leah reaches for a different glass, one with a caramel colored liquid and she pours it into what was initially her water glass, “Want a pour?” She asks hazily. Y/N shakes her head, her mind hurting from processing all of the new information.

“I’ve never heard of her before.” Y/N doesn’t want to face the facts but it seems as if they’re laid out right in front of her. She can’t help it when her stomach twists up into knots, soaking up the information.

He’d started talking to her around two months ago. They’d become official in just a month, Y/N knew that there was no way he would’ve completely gotten over a girl in that time, especially one who seemed that serious.

“And he calls you princess too, that was so…” Leah stumbles on her words, slurring a bit, “...confusing”

“Why’s that?” Shawn had called her that for as long as she remembered. She could recall him opening the door to his jeep for her on the first date and calling her by the name, could remember him sneaking up behind her on dates and calling her that name.

“Well, you see Belle is the name of a Disney princess. Belle loved those movies, that’s why he called her that.” Leah explains, and Y/N can feel her heart practically break. She doesn’t want to believe it, really doesn’t, but she can’t help herself.

“He even took her to Disney world for her birthday. He’d call her that so much that people would think her name was actually princess.” Leah laughs to herself, “And it’s like...like..you two are so similar and now he calls you that too?” Her eyebrows raise, “Awkward.”

Y/N doesn’t listen to any more before shuffling quickly out of the kitchen into the living room where his friends are all drunkenly singing along to some song on his couch. Her fingers are shaking with fear, and she tries not to showcase it by tucking her hands into her pockets.

“Have any of you seen Shawn?” She asks, and all of them are too inebriated to give her an answer. They continue either talking, laughing a bit too loudly, or singing along to the out of date song.

“Haven’t seen him since he picked up that phone call.” Geoff tells her, his arm around a skinny blonde woman. They seem to be sober enough to keep their minds intact, and Y/N walks towards the door to Shawn’s bedroom, hearing his voice speak.

She stops, pressing her ear onto the crack of the door softly.

“I thought you would be here”

Y/N isn’t sure who he’s talking to, but she mentally battles inside her head whether she should barge in or not. On one hand, her mind is practically exploding with thought, but on the other, she wants to talk with her boyfriend to discuss things with him.

“You’re in Toronto right? When do you go back to LA?”

She snaps out of her thoughts, listening in more intently on his conversation. She knows she shouldn’t be doing this, eavesdropping on her boyfriend’s conversation, but she catches herself looking for answers.

“Princess, everyone wants you here.” She hears him say and her heart breaks just a little bit. She unwillingly feels tears well up in her eyes, hand shooting up to her head as she feels herself getting worked up.

“Belle I miss you.” She hears through the doorway and she knows there’s no way what Leah said was wrong. She hopes she misheard what she said, wnts to wish for the best. She thinks any tragic event would be better than what she feels right now, but instead she scrunches her hands up in her hair, tangling it up as she lets a tear fall.

Leaning her body against the door to his room, she slides down it. Her back presses against the cool wood and she doesn’t want to cry, really doesn’t want to let her tears fall, especially on the night when she’s meeting his friends for the first time but it all hits her at once.

She was a rebound.

It was clearly there to see, and now Y/N understands. She notices why, of all the times he’d walked into the bookstore she studied at, he chose that one to ask her out. She understood why he was so incredibly kind to her, so understanding and caring. She knew now why he’d chosen her of all the girls he could possibly have. Because she was easy.

She cries as she remembers every moment they shared. It all makes sense, that time he asked if she wanted to have a Disney movie marathon. She thought he was being sweet, but instead he was selfishly bathing in his own fantasy of what he used to have.

“Princess, you’re the only girl who’s made me feel this way.”

She can’t help but think he closed his eyes, not to bask in the moment, but to pretend the girl he was saying those words to wasn’t her.

“Princess, you’re my favorite person.”

Right after they’d been intimate for the first time, she remembered him gently  caressing where her back met her neck, cradling her in his arms. She imagines that’s what he must’ve done with someone else, someone he probably really loved.

She doesn’t have time to think, however, because the door abruptly opens from behind her and she last minute pushes herself up by her hands, sitting on the ground as Shawn towers over her, startled.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Hs eyes are wide as he studies her expression carefully, and his features turn to concern.

“Princess, are you crying? What happened?”

Princess.

Y/N almost scoffs. In fact, she would scoff if it weren’t for how dry her throat was from all of the sobbing.

“Belle, huh?” She croaks out, lifting herself off the ground to stand in front of him. She sees Shawn noticeably gulp and she  lets herself dribble a few more tears. She knew his answer at that point.

“Was I just a rebound?” She asks quietly, her eyes looking anywhere but at him. They’re bloodshot, and there are tear stains on her navy shirt as she questions him.

“Of course not. Let me explain, you know I wouldn’t do that to you.” He grabs at her hands, trying to uncross them from her chest.

“Princess, pl-”

“Don’t fucking call me that!” Y/N snaps, flinging her arms forward to shake off his grasp. Shawn steps back startled, because he’d never seen his girlfriend act that way towards him before. She was always more quiet. She cared for other people, and seemingly never got angry, no matter how much she had the right to be.

“Don’t call me that when-” She gasps for air through her sobs, “Don’t c-call me that when you only do b-because of h-her.” She swipes at her tears with the back of her hand.

Shawn’s heart breaks in front of him. He’d gotten off the call with Belle, yes. And he’d said he missed her, yes. But he only invited her so he could tell her in person she didn’t hold a place in his heart anymore. For the past week, she’d been trying to contact him to get back together with him, but Shawn knew that what he had with Y/N was undeniably special. So he’d invited her, yes, and he’d told her he missed her, yes, because he did, but he didn’t miss her to get back together with her. He missed her because he needed to talk to her. To tell her that she shouldn’t call anymore, and to perhaps show her that he was happy with someone else.

He never meant for Y/N to find out this way, or at all. His palms can’t help but sweat a bit as he sees her crying in front of him because he doesn’t know how to fix it. He doesn’t know how to explain to her that, while at first, he did use her to get over someone else in a twisted, devious way, that he had fallen for her completely in the process.

“I feel horrible, Shawn.” She sniffles, fists uncurling and curling again at her sides, a tactic she uses to try not to cry.

“You used me, and when that wasn’t enough you tried to pretend like I was her to make yourself feel better.” She grips her teeth into her bottom lip, something Shawn would find attractive and adorable normally, but something that stresses him out now.

“Let me explain, please, you have to let me explain. Let me talk to you.” He reaches forward to hold her but she flinches and backs away.

“Please, I-”

She cuts him off, “And if that wasn’t enough, you proceeded to fucking - to just lie to me about the whole thing? As if I wouldn’t find out? As if I wouldn’t find out that you call me princess because of her and that you dated me because of her and watched Disney movies with me, because of her?” There’s venom in her words as she fires at him.

“What can I do? Tell me what I can do to fix this?” His voice quiets and he practically whimpers when he talks to her. He knows she’ll leave, and that’s the last thing he wants, especially after being dumped carelessly by Belle, he doesn’t want to lose someone else he genuinely cares about, especially from his own actions.

“I thought you liked me.” She pathetically squeaks out, almost laughing to herself, “I actually thought you were different.”

Turning around, she immediately struts back to the living room to grab her purse and leave. Shawn races right behind her, and when his friends notice the tears streaming across her face and the puffy red skin on her cheeks, they all quiet down their drunken chatter.

“Please don’t leave.” Shawn calls out behind her, tears matching her own. His friends noticeably widen their eyes. Even when him and Belle had broken up he never publicly cried in front of everyone else. In fact, he hadn’t publicly cried at all, really. It was more of him sulking for a bit before he looked for ways to get over her.

Meeting Y/N had made him realize that relationships weren’t supposed to be constant adventure, but were also supposed to be a certain level of comfort. Something she provided to him when she actually listened, and showcased her care for him.

“It was nice meeting you all. I don’t think i’ll be coming back here though.” She tries to smile past puffy cheeks and swollen eyes, slipping on her shoes and trying to open the door. When she swings it bac, she sees Shawn reach out to stop the door from opening fully.

“You’re not her, you’re better. Let me explain.” He asks her, and he receives an answer when she walks out of the condo and lets the door click right behind her.

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Scented

Summary: Knowing your love for scents, Donghyun thought brewing you a perfume would make for the perfect disguise of a secret ingredient.

Pairing: Kim Donghyun x reader

Genre: witchcraft au / idol au / fluff / noona – younger man

Warnings: none

A/N: Happy birthday @this-song-thats-only-for-you​ ! I hope you enjoy your story! Told you it would be obvious who I wrote for you! 

Word count: 1509

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“This has to work,” he murmured, standing before his aunt’s caldron, stirring the ingredients to just before emulsion. He didn’t need them to all mix together until he poured it into the perfume bottle, doing so with a careful and steady hand. Whilst the potion was safe on the skin once siphoned up the tube and turned into a mist, he didn’t want to take his chances with the liquid itself. Smiling at his handiwork, Donghyun labelled the bottle and packaged it up.

It would make for a perfect birthday gift.

Ever since Donghyun had known you, he was aware of your love for scents. You would pick them up wherever you went, immediately able to express the top and base notes of what each fragrance held precisely. It astounded him and his other members that you worked for, often buying unusual smelling items just to see how accurate your nose could be. And nine times out of ten, you would guess every part of the fragrance with little to no trouble. You claimed it came from a soap making hobby you enjoyed during your free time, but Donghyun had been dubious that you were of magical bloodlines like he was. Only one other person he knew had such an amazing ability with smells, and that was his aunt. She could smell toad’s breath a mile away and always harvested the best herbs from the most unique places.

And thanks to her attention to detail in helping him brew your perfume, Donghyun was certain you wouldn’t be able to pick up on all that was in your birthday gift.

“Wow, is this expensive?!” you gasped when you unwrapped his present, eyes darting from the perfume back to him. He was anxious, hoping you would not only enjoy the scent but put it on in front of him. Shrugging his shoulders to avoid answering your question, you were already too busy taking off the cap to smell the fragrance. You couldn’t seem to gather anything about it and frowned. “I can’t smell anything.”

“You should try spraying it, noona,” he offered and you nodded happily, holding out your wrist and pressing the nozzle to your skin. You then lifted it to your nose, inhaling deeply.

Donghyun waited with bated breath.

“Cinnamon, patchouli and bergamot? Is that also a hint of vanilla musk?” you listed off, sniffing at your wrist again and then frowned. “Wow, what’s that?”

“I wouldn’t know, you’re the fragrance expert,” he mentioned with a light chuckle, rocking back on his heels as he watched you intently.

Although Donghyun wasn’t expecting you to suddenly throw yourself at him, he had hoped for more of a reaction. A softening of your expression when you looked at him, a tender smile just for him. Anything that indicated that the potion had been successful.

But you just scrunched your face up in annoyance. “Oh, I just don’t know what that scent is!”

The next day at work you approached Donghyun as soon as he entered the building, grabbing onto his lower arm. He could smell the cinnamon permeating from your body and he grinned, looking down at you with hopeful eyes. “Morning, noona! How do you-”

“What is the scent?!” you exclaimed, shaking his arm repeatedly. “Did you buy this to mess with me? I’ve tried smelling everything I can possibly think of but nothing clicks! It’s driving me insane!”

“I uh, I mean, I’m not sure, did you check the label?”

He had, of course, created a label for the perfume so it looked more professional than being the nephew of the greatest witch in this city’s attempt of a love potion.

Specifically, one that would make sure you stopped looking at him as a kid and as a man who loved you instead.

Knowing how you were, he had been careful to list every ingredient apart from the drop of cupid’s arrow that he added in. He knew that was what you could smell now, and although it excited him that it had worked since there was no smell unless you were in love, he actually couldn’t tell you what it smelt like for you.

That was the beauty in the magic of it all.

“I have and it’s not there. They added in something else!”

“Well, do you feel okay?” he asked, tilting his head so he could examine you. Still no hearts in your eyes when you looked at him and you definitely weren’t smiling lovingly at him either.

Were you in love but not with him?

Just then, Woojin walked by and you gave him a warm smile, greeting him fondly and Donghyun gaped at you. Especially, when you turned back to him and whined unattractively. “I love the smell, but I’m so annoyed by it too!”

“It’s just perfume, Y/N. Relax about it and enjoy it.”

You sighed heavily, nodding once. “I suppose.”

Over the next week, every day Donghyun could smell the perfume on your skin. But still your approach was either strictly business or you were complaining.

About the darn scent.

“Fine! I’ll tell you!” he exclaimed, huffing with frustration. He was annoyed that after cultivating the potion for almost a month, it had done nothing to draw you closer to him. “There’s one more ingredient.”

“How do you know? Didn’t you buy this?”

He shook his head with a groan. “I made it.”

“You what?”

“My aunt is a witch and she told me if I wanted to get your attention, she had a potion that would make you… anyway, I spent twenty-five days creating it for you and all you’ve done is complain!”

“A potion?” you echoed, confusion evident on your face. “It’s not a perfume?”

“It’s both. I made sure the cupid’s arrow was hidden with some of your favourite scents so you would wear it often enough to… to uh-”

“Fall in love with you?” you offered and Donghyun coughed awkwardly, nodding feebly. For a moment you were silent and then you rolled your eyes. “You tried a love potion on me?!”

“Well, it’s just that it obvious I like you. And every advance I’ve made is met with you’re too young for me, Donghyun. What was I meant to do?”

“You are too young,” you countered and Donghyun sighed in defeat. “You’re also stupid.”

“What?! Are you seriously calling me stupid right now?! I stayed up well into the early hours of the morning sometimes working on this. Being an idol and dealing with magic isn’t easy, you know!”

“You’re stupid for thinking you needed a love potion,” you concluded, stepping closer to him and placing your hands on his hips. Donghyun was floored at your advance, and your pout up at him only made his heart thump harder in his chest. “Why did you need to go to all that trouble when it’s obvious I like you too? Who else puts up with you like I do?”

“Wait, what?” His eyebrows that had shot up his forehead now knitted together instead. “How has it been obvious? I had no idea. That’s why I made you the perfume and-”

Stretching up, you kissed him, ceasing all of his ability to talk. He was stunned as your lips pressed into his, but not for too long that he didn’t get the chance to kiss you back before you pulled away and settled down onto your feet again.

“You drive me insane. You’re good looking, charming and smart and yet you choose to like me. Why?”

He grinned giddily. “You’re cute. Really, really cute. Especially when you get mad at me.”

“Is that it?”

“Do you need more? What more do I need to tell you? I made a love potion to make you love me, doesn’t that speak volumes?” he wondered and you nodded thoughtfully. Slipping your arms around his waist, you looked up at him with what he knew you hoped would look alluring. It made him laugh instead. “Noona, I said you’re cute, don’t try to be sexy. It doesn’t suit you.”

“Can you take me to wherever you made this? So I can see the bottle of cupid’s arrow myself? I need to figure out the smell!”

Attempting to pull himself free from you, Donghyun groaned loudly. “Can’t you just accept it’s your own special fragrance? Just for you?”

“No, I can’t,” you refuted, pouting at his avoidance and then stamped your foot. “What were you expecting when you created a perfume for me? Love hearts to shoot from my eyes and for me to swoon at your feet?”

He cleared his throat a couple of times and avoided your gaze, feeling his skin heat up. “No, of course not! I just hoped you would tell me you loved me one day.”

“I love you, Kim Donghyun,” you confessed, smiling up at him warmly, your eyes shining with admiration. Before he could revel in the moment, however, your expression turned expectant. “Now will you take me?!”

Donghyun decided then that any future gifts would be unscented.  

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Kiss From a Rose

The Witch in the Reunion

Summary: Y/n has been hunting alongside the infamous Winchesters for years now, but when an unexpected case pops up in her hometown, she finds herself struggling not only with her feelings for the eldest brother but with the things from her past that she has been fighting to forget.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus size Reader

Word Count: 5K+

Warnings: Language, angst, character death

Author’s Note: THE BIG REVEAL! Whodunnit? Also, the Seal song that the reader refers to is exactly the one you think it is... 

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The case came to an abrupt halt with no new leads, pushing the hunters into the weekend and much to Y/n’s dismay, the reunion. It was their last chance to keep their cover in town and any hope of talking candidly with those closest to the victim. The huntress had hoped it wouldn’t come to this and that she and the Winchesters would uncover the culprit before she was forced to parade her ‘husband’ around to everyone and everything she had run away from. Alas, she could never have been that lucky. 

The huntress spent her morning huddled under the cheap covers of the motel bed, mindlessly flipping through bad soap operas and cooking shows until she could no longer put off getting ready for the evening. Y/n took her time in the shower, allowing the boiling heat of the water to relax away the tension in her muscles. It also allowed for her time to think of some excuse to wrap up the cases without a conclusion, though she failed to find one that would convince the Winchester brothers. 

When turning the temperature control on the nozzle ceased to continuously heat the stream of water gurgling from the showerhead, Y/n reluctantly pulled herself from its confines, drying herself off and tossing her hair into a towel situated on top of her head. 

The steam from the shower billowed out of the bathroom and into the rest of her motel room as she went for her duffle, humidifying the large space with ease. Pulling out the matching bra and panties she had packed specifically for this occasion, she slipped the pieces on and topped them with a button-up flannel to finish her hair and makeup. 

Y/n went back into the bathroom and started up her hairdryer, focusing on her roots as she began. The huntress was about halfway through when a loud banging nearly caused her to drop the tool in her hand. She shut it off and waited, listening closely for the source of the sound. When it came again, she was sure someone was knocking to come in and she rushed out, pulling on a pair of leggings before going to answer the door. 

The opening of her door brought with it a welcomed gust of the cool spring air from outside and revealed the brothers Winchester standing side by side. 

“Hey, kid. We didn’t hear from you this morning so Sammy and I decided to bring you lunch, figured you might be hungry,” Dean held up the brown paper bag he was holding with a grin that matched that of his baby brother beside him. 

“Come on in,” Y/n agreed, stepping back from the entryway to allow the two giants into her room. The brothers went immediately to the small desk in her room, placing the food and drinks on the glossy wood surface. 

“Picked up your favorite, sesame chicken and fried rice,” Dean explained as he began to pull containers from the large bag. 

“Yum,” the huntress drew out her reply with a hum, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she realized just how hungry she had unknowingly become. “You know me too well, Winchester.” 

Dean flashed her a cocky smile as he handed over the meal, topped off with an iced tea from Sam. She took it and perched herself at the foot of her bed, crossing her legs before digging into the meal. The oldest Winchester followed and seated himself next to her while Sam stayed in the desk chair. 

“So have you found anything interesting since last night?” The huntress inquired after a bite, trying to hide the hopefulness in her voice that she would get out of tonight’s event. 

“Nada,” Dean admitted around a mouthful of his lunch. “We’ve got nothing that strictly points to anyone, just a mountain of guesses. This bitch knows how to cover their tracks.”

“Yeah well in a small town like this, you learn how to get good at sneaking around,” Y/n pointed out. “When everyone knows everyone, you’ve got to be good at keeping secrets.”

“Is that so?” Dean cocked his head at the woman next to him, a devilish thought occurring to the hunter. “You know from experience, Y/n?”

“Yeah, you bet. All those years spent by myself in my bedroom were great for learning how to sneak around,” she scoffed, unamused that Dean was still riding this train. 

“I don’t believe that for a second. I bet you had your share of nights under the bleachers.” The huntress rolled her eyes at Dean’s insistence, the aggravation building inside her. 

“How many times do I have to explain this to you? I was not popular growing up and I certainly didn’t have any guys begging me to join them for some lame-ass tonsil hockey under the bleachers.”

“Bull,” Dean countered once again. The huntress groaned, tossing a pleading look at the younger Winchester in the hopes he could get Dean to let up. 

“Dean, I don’t think it’s any of our business,” Sam spoke up, clearly getting the hint better than his brother. 

“Just ‘cause you didn’t get any in high school doesn’t mean you have to ruin everybody else’s fun.” Dean laughed at his joke, elbowing Y/n in an attempt to get her to join in his teasing and failing miserably. Sam only frowned at his brother.

“You want to know the truth?” The bubbling in her gut had spilled over, turning into word vomit that she couldn’t have stopped no matter how much she wanted to. “I didn’t lose my virginity until I was twenty-three in the quickest and most pathetic night of my life. And it’s not like I was exactly getting much of anything before that either.

“It’s fine though. I wasn’t ready until I was ready and I’ve so moved on from the nightmare that was my early twenties.” Y/n decided to tack on that last tidbit in an ill-conceived attempt to lighten the admission that had slipped from her tongue. Heat flooded her neck and cheeks as she noticed the brothers staring at her in confused awe. 

She absolutely could not believe that she had admitted that in front of either of the brothers, but most of all Dean. There was now no way after this weekend he would ever look at her without pity, only seeing her as the bullied little girl who never so much as received a look from a man until after college. If the floor could swallow her whole at this moment, that would be great. 

“Right… thanks for lunch, guys, but I need to finish getting ready,” the huntress cleared her throat after an awkward moment of silence, her eyes desperate for them to leave for her to save face in one of the most embarrassing moments of her life. 

“Uh, of course. We’ll just…” Sam coughed out the jumbled words as he rose from the chair and went to his brother, gripping his bicep and tugging him alongside as the brothers stumbled from the room. 

Y/n fell back against the mattress with a huff, mentally kicking herself for everything she had ever done or said in front of Dean. The hunter somehow had this hold over her, always managing to get her to admit things she didn’t wouldn’t even say aloud to herself. If she keeps it up at this pace, she will be on the path to permanently removing herself from the Winchesters’ life if she ever hoped of retaining some sort of dignity. 

Silently, she finished up the meal they had brought her before heading back to finish what she had started. Once her hair was completely dried, she curled the length of it into soft curls and then applied some basic makeup. Nothing too showy for a small town class reunion. 

Once she was satisfied with her look, she returned to the main space and took out her dress that she had hung in the closet last night after ironing out the thin material. It was a dress she had stowed away for undercover work, never taking it out of its bag unless desperate. 

The ruby-red material fell snug against her curves and never failed to make her feel more exposed than she was used to. There was a reason she stuck to comfy and bagging clothes, using them as a way to hide the parts of her body that she had a specific distaste for. However, the job occasionally necessitated she appeared more feminine, and this was one of those nights. 

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, the huntress topped off her look with heels and jewelry as she examined her reflection with a pout. Unsurprisingly, she easily picked out all of her mind's flaws, from her hatred of her flabby arms and the rolls that she subconsciously sucked in when she turned to examine her profile. 

A small knock at the door bounced her out of her thoughts.

“Come in,” she called, giving her reflection one final frown before turning to fetch her clutch. 

“Hey, are you ready to--” Y/n turned to see Dean’s eye’s traveling up the length of her body, his emerald eyes intense in their gaze. Heat coursed through her veins under his leering and she had to clear her throat before he snapped from his trance. “Sweetheart, you look incredible.”

“Thank you, Dean. You clean up nicely yourself,” she smiled sweetly, a stark contrast to the racing of her heart knowing Dean had been so intent on her. 

The oldest Winchester brother donned a maroon button-down that he had tucked into a pair of dark slacks. A few of the top buttons had been left open and he had the sleeves rolled up, revealing his forearms. It was a simple look, but enough to get any living being’s mouth watering at the sight. 

“Just need one more thing,” Y/n noted as she went to her duffle and pulled out her pistol. She checked the barrel and magazine quickly before putting the safety on. Raising her heeled foot to the edge of the bed, she hiked up her dress to her high thigh and tucked the weapon into the holster she had hidden on her thigh. The huntress dropped her leg and tugged her dress back into place. “Okay, ready.” 

There was an unmistakable clench in the muscles of Dean’s jaw as she walked across the room to where he stood. His brow was furrowed into a knot in the middle of his forehead as his eyes followed her movement. “Dean?”

“Hmm?” He blinked a few times as if he just noticed she had moved closer to him. “Oh, shall we go?” 

Y/n nodded slowly, confused by his sudden shift but trailed after him from the motel and into the parking lot. Dean helped her into the passenger side of the Impala and then made his way to his spot behind the wheel. 

Soft music played from the radio as they pulled from the parking lot and headed west. Besides the soft melodies of Bob Seger and Neil Young, the inside of the car was quiet. Y/n was lost in thought as once again as the anxiety over the night ahead began to simmer in her belly. The cheap gold band that encompassed her finger felt like a heavy neon sign flashing at everyone and indicating the blatant deceit she and Dean were attempting to portray. 

“Hey,” Dean spoke softly beside her, placing his palm against her bare knee to get her attention. “Sam will be close by, just in case.” 

“Yeah, I know,” she replied with a soft smile. Dean had picked up on the waves of anxiety rolling off of her, but he had read the situation so wrong. 

“Then what’s up, sweetheart?”

“Just thinking about possibly having to face a monster in heels,” she lied, easily squeaking out a fake laugh for him. 

“Well, I’ve seen you kick ass in heels plenty of times before so I doubt tonight will be any different.” He squeezed his grip on her, giving her a flash of a grin before turning back to the road. 

“I didn’t say I couldn’t do it, just that I’m not particularly fond of it,” Y/n pointed out and Dean nodded with a chuckle. 

Neither brought it up again in the final few miles of the drive. When they pulled into the parking lot, it was filled with far more cars than it had been just a few days prior. The party was already in full swing, the music audible as the pair stepped out of the Impala. 

“Alright, shows on.”

Dean took the huntress’s hand and guided her into the school. The two checked in and filled out name tags before entering. The decorations had the gym looking like a cheap prom. A tunnel of balloons shepherded people into the gym where they were greeted by more balloons and streamers strategically placed all over. There hung a disco ball in the center of the room where a makeshift dance floor already had people swaying to the beat. 

“Oh, you two did make it!” The shrill sneer had the hunters snapping their heads towards the dessert table where Janelle was already rushing towards them with a malicious grin on her face. 

“We said we would be,” Y/n replied coldly, unable to hide the roll of her eyes. Janelle ignored her and drew her gaze to Dean then, her eyes hungry as she set them on the green-eyed man without a care about the woman whose hand he still held. Y/n scoffed and stalked off towards the drink table without a word. 

“Mm, are you sure you and jelly belly over there are working out?” Janelle husked out as she stepped into Dean’s personal space. 

“Slow down,” Dean huffed as he stepped back from the brazen woman. The warning was low but the narrowing of his eyes told her she meant business. Janelle frowned as the hunter turned on his heel and followed where his partner had gone. He slinked silently to her side and put an arm around her waist to pull her close before he left a light peck to her temple. 

“Jesus Dean,” the huntress exclaimed as she jumped from his touch, her instincts ready to fight before she caught his grin out of the corner of her eye. “Warn a girl next time.”

“Where is the fun in that?” The Winchester had fallen back into his usual goofy self with ease, opting to steal the glass of whiskey she had poured herself after she dumped the whole of its contents down her throat in one go. 

“You’re going to have to take it slow there, Mrs. Walker, we’re on a case still,” Dean chuckled as he refilled the glass for himself. Y/n grumbled her dissatisfaction though she knew he was right. Instead of fighting, she pulled him back into the crowd of people to continue their intel gathering. 

Not much came from their hopping between groups of Y/n’s former classmates. The women spent most of their time too busy drooling over Dean to answer any questions beyond small talk and the guys simply acted as if the huntress didn’t exist, instead only talking to her partner for a majority of their conversations. It was irritating as hell for her, to be right back into the toxic environment that had scarred her psyche all those years ago. Not to mention, they were not one step closer to figuring out who their witch was. 

When dinner was eventually served, Y/n was more than ready for the reprieve it would bring from having to put on a show for the last people she would ever care about. 

“So, let’s go over what we know?” Y/n spoke up as they sat at an empty table in the far corner of the gym. 

“Damon still makes my skin crawl, I don’t trust him,” Dean answered as he scanned the crowd for the aforementioned guy. 

“I don’t understand why, we ruled him out already.” 

“I just don’t like the way he looks at you.” Y/n scoffed at Winchester’s insinuation that anyone from her high school would look at her with anything but disgust. “Him or Roger, whom, I might add, we have not ruled out.”

“Roger was just a horny teenage boy,” the huntress countered. “I think Janelle or Kate are our best guesses. They were the two closest to the victim.”

“They were all in a book club together, and you know what that could mean,” Dean insinuated. “That is until Janelle had a falling out with the book club which resulted in the vic almost failing to hire her as the caterer for this shindig. People have killed for less.”

“Damn it, we need proof,” Y/n cursed with a frown. “I want to get back to the bunker already.”

Dean nodded in full agreement to her sentiment. The pair finished their meals in relative silence, watching the rest of her class as they moved about the venue, hoping something might pop out at them. 

“Should we blend into the crowd and see what we can see?” Dean offered as he cleared his plate. Y/n cocked her head at him, unsure of what he was getting at. “You know, head out onto the dance floor.” 

“Oh, I am so not drunk enough for that,” the huntress declared as she adamantly shook her head. 

“Come one, we’ll have a better vantage point out there.”

“Fine,” she sighed, offering her hand to Dean as he stood and guided her underneath the disco ball, placing them in the center of all the action. 

The hunter began to move awkwardly to the music that emanated from the speakers surrounding them. It was far from anything he ever would have listened to and clearly that put him out of his comfort zone. Y/n couldn’t help the giggles that slipped past her lips as she watched, causing Dean to halt his dancing, his hands slapping against his sides. 

“Don’t laugh. If you can do better then show me,” Dean huffed, gesturing for her to go ahead. 

“Hell no,” she yelled above the music as the song switched, knowing that there was only one way she could move to the beat now filling the gym. 

“Do it for me, sweetheart.” Y/n chewed on the corner of her lips fighting with her self-conscious ways before quickly shaking away the fear and stepping up to Dean. 

“You asked for this,” she noted, giving him no time to respond before she began to move her hips. His hands flew to her waist as she rolled the length of her body against his in time with the song. The hunter began to grind with her, slipping one of his legs between her own, pressing the two of them closer together. Y/n pushed down the worries bubbling in her chest, focused on the music, and listening to her body. She spun on her toes and pressed her backside into Dean, who paused his movement for half a second before falling back into the dance. 

It was far closer than the duo had ever been and as much as that scared her, she took the time to relish in the feeling of his hands gripping tight onto the soft flesh of her waist and the heat of his body pressed against her own. The song faded out and with it, Dean snapped himself from her form, much to her dismay. There was no denying his abrupt action tugged on her heart. 

With a deep breath, she turned back to him, ready to face the music of having pushed him too far. Dean stood there rubbing the back of his neck as his tongue darted out to wet his plump lower lip. His brow furrowed before he turned to walk back towards their table. 

“Wait, Dean!” He paused and turned back to her. A sheepish smile formed on her face as the notes of the now much slower song began to grow stronger. “I love this song.” 

“It’s Seal,” he countered as if that was a valid reason to not like the song. 

“Please?”

The hunter relented, offering his partner a soft smile as he moved back towards her. Y/n looped an arm over Dean’s shoulder and took his hand in her free one. Hesitantly he slipped his arm around her waist and began to move the two along with the notes of the nineties song filled the gym. 

“What?” Y/n scrunched her nose as she heard Dean chuckle under his breath. 

“Nothing, it’s just-” Dean shook his head, the grin widening on his face. “Are we middle schoolers?” 

The huntress cocked her head, not sure what Dean was insinuating. Without elaborating, Dean took the hand she held in his and placed it around his neck with her other, tugging her body closer to him as he was now able to grip her waist with both hands. 

Her body went rigid as she could feel his breath on her face and the warmth of his body seeping through her dress. The length of his body was pressed against hers, firm and unrelenting. Flashbacks to their moment in the janitor’s closet flooded her brain and she could feel her heart rate picking up in response. 

“Sweetheart, you doing okay?” Dean looked down his nose at the woman he held in his arms. Having sensed her sudden discomfort, he asked, though he could guess why she was now riddled with anxiety. “Listen, I know what you are thinking but to hell with all these assholes and their superficial views. None of them know the real you. The smart, beautiful, and badass hunter that can knock me and my giant of a brother on our asses without even trying. They don’t deserve even one second of your thoughts.” 

Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over as she refused to look at Dean. Instead, she chose to hold him close, ignoring his words that her mind couldn’t begin to accept yet as she rested her chin on his shoulder. 

“Y/n/n,” 

“Dean, just… stop, okay? I can’t take the pity,” she nearly choked on her words, the emotion building up like a pressure cooker inside her. It was about more than just the nasty comments and glares from her classmates, it was about the man she could never have. Dean had spent the better part of the weekend playing his role as a loving husband so convincingly that at moments she would almost forget that it was all a ruse. He was kind and supportive and flirty, all of it a deadly cocktail that would lead to her ultimate demise, a broken heart. 

“Jesus, it’s not pity, sweetheart. Did these people real fuck you up that bad that you can’t see the effect you have on me?” Dean used his hands on her hips to tug her away from his body, forcing the huntress to look at him now. 

“Yes!” she practically screamed the words, not understanding where the miscommunication was for him. The tears she had been trying to swallow down now traced down her cheeks anyway. “I’ve never exactly been the kinda girl that guys chased after, let alone the kind of girl you chase after. I’ve seen your hookups, Dean. I’m nowhere near the league of women who have gotten to share your bed. So why now?” 

“All those women were nothing but an easy shot. There wasn’t one second about any of those nights that was real. But you and the way you make feel, that’s real,” Dean insisted, his verdant eyes intent on making her understand. “Sometimes I feel like you are my other half. You make me laugh and challenge me in the best ways. Sammy loves you and you love him. You are one of the most selfless people I know and you tackle hunting with the most annoyingly positive attitude that just makes me want to be around you more. Y/n, you are the whole package.”

The huntress stood there, mouth hanging open at his confession. A million thoughts raced through her head but she didn’t get a chance to comment before movement in her peripherals caught her eye. Her eyes flickered towards the back door that led from the gym where Kate was slinking out into the darkness. 

“Dean,” Y/n hissed, nudging his shoulder before pointing towards the door. “Kate just snuck outside.”

“You think?” It took Dean’s brain a second to switch gears, but he didn’t need her to elaborate for him when it eventually caught up. 

“I mean it makes sense, right?” Dean shrugged but it was all the response the huntress needed. She took his hand and slinked through the sea of her classmates to follow their suspect. Once the gym door closed behind them, the pair readied their weaponry. 

“Split up. I’ll go towards the football field, you head that way.” Y/n gestured towards the parking lot. Dean nodded and stalked off in the opposite direction she did. Y/n held close to the building until she hit the corner, moving slowly around the brick to find the space empty. Her eyes scanned the expanse of the open area as she headed swiftly towards the football field. Her heels clicking against the pavement broke the silence of the late-night as she moved. 

As she drew closer, she noticed a light on inside the concession stand. She made herself light on her toes and put her body flush against the dirty brick as she headed towards the open window. Carefully, so as not to reveal her location, the huntress peered inside the shack. 

In the center of the space was a large metal island, the top of it littered with satanic paraphernalia. Kate had her back to the window, but Y/n was able to make out her soft chanting in Latin. 

Without a second thought, the huntress flashed around the side of the building and kicked in the door. 

“Ah, don’t move,” Y/n tsked as she pointed her gun straight at the witch’s heart. “One wrong move and I put one of these witch-killing bullets in your head.”

Kate didn’t seem at all phased by the weapon in her face. “Really, Kate? Witchcraft?”

“Oh, Y/n, you can’t even imagine the world of possibilities I have opened up for myself.” Kate’s lips twisted in an evil smile as she spoke. 

“Oh trust me, I can imagine.” The huntress rolled her eyes, far from amused at the witch’s attempt to make it sound like murder was so glorious. 

“Just eliminating the competition.” 

“Competition? For what?”

“Alec, of course,” the witch laughed. “You see, we made a deal back in high school and Sarah, well she decided she didn’t want to play anymore and it was my turn. So I took care of her. ” 

“Your turn?” Y/n shook her head at the sheer hilarity of it. “God, I have heard some crazy motives but this one, this one tops ‘em all.” 

“I should have known you were a hunter, waltzing in here claiming to be married to that tall drink you’ve had by your side. Well, guess what, we all saw right through it. No way you nabbed a guy like that,” Kate taunted as she took half a step in the huntress’s direction. 

“I swear to god, do that again and I will pull this trigger,” Y/n seethed, emphasizing her intent with a shake of her gun. Her blood was boiling, Kate’s words having the exact effect on her that she wanted. But she refused to give Kate the satisfaction. 

“Do it and see where it gets you, jelly belly.” The nickname rolled off her tongue, and Y/n couldn’t stop the small flinch it inflicted into her bones. 

“Oh, it will get you dead,” Y/n smiled menacingly as she recovered and pulled the trigger. Kate’s mouth fell open as her body shook and dropped to the ground, wasted. 

“Y/n!” The huntress spun around as Dean’s worried scream reached her. 

“I’m okay,” she assured as she stepped out of the concession stand, putting her gun back into the holster on her thigh. 

“Oh thank god.” Dean ran up to her, pulling her to his chest. “You kill the witch?”

“Yeah, the crazy bitch had some sort of pact to share Sarah’s husband back in high school. But Sarah reneged on their deal. So she killed her.” Y/n let out a full-bellied laugh as she pulled away from Dean slightly, though he refused to relent his grip on her. “Can you believe that?” 

The huntress nearly fell over in a fit of laughter. The sheer hilarity of the whole situation hitting her now that she was out of danger. It was like she was in some bad high school drama on the Lifetime network. She supposed she shouldn’t have suspected much from her hometown. 

It took her a second to regain her composure. She stood back straight, wiping the wetness from her eyes when she noticed Dean’s intense stare. 

“Dean, what are you--” her words were stolen from her mouth as Dean captured her lips with his. The huntress smiled into the kiss, her hands gripping Dean’s wrist where he cradled her jaw in his hands. Y/n’s head swam as the Winchester deepened their connection, angling his head just so to open her mouth to him. Their tongues danced together as the pair got lost in the feeling of the other. Only when the need for air became too great did the couple relent their hold on each other, the rapid rise and fall of their chests matching the other. 

“Are you two done? We have a body to clean up.” Sam’s voice startled them both. There was a hint of a grin in his eyes that betrayed the exasperated expression he was trying to portray. 

“Just another minute, Sammy.” Dean turned back to Y/N, a coy smile playing on his lips before he kissed her again. 

Part 6 (Final)

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Since you’re asks are open and I just HAVE to ask…..can we get a part 2 to the ask of the cuddling session with Steven Grant where the reader meets Marc???? Like they keep switching and she’s so confused and wondering what is even happening?! Like major angst with a happy ending though cause I definitely don’t want to cry at the end of this 😂😂

Three's Actually a Company

Pairing: Steven Grant x Marc Spector x f!reader

Word Count: 7000+ (I literally don’t know what happened)

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: So I know you asked for a part 2 to How Lucky We Are  but when I was thinking about this ask, I got so many meet cute and relationship establishing ideas that I went a whole way with this one. You could insert How Lucky We are into the middle of this one, but it’s up to you. I hope this is ok! I have no idea what happened - I thought it would only be 1k-2k words MY BAD! This is not beta’d - my mistakes are my own.

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“Thank you for being a British Museum member, miss! Enjoy the exhibit!”

She waves kindly at the cashier, turning to head into the current Ancient Egypt exhibit. It was darker in this room, somehow cooler, and everything shined gold. She stopped to look at it all, every small detail that was etched into the canopic jars, the engravings on the sarcophagi, all of it fascinated her. She’d loved Ancient Egypt since she was small, never finding someone else who quite understood her attraction to the time period.   

As she exits the exhibit, a man’s voice peaks her interest. She turns, and sees him talking to a young girl, wildly gesticulating to the sarcophagus in front of them. He’s handsome, dark curly hair coming down to brush across his forehead as he moves, a prominent nose, tanned skin that contrasted beautifully with the dull grey workshirt he had on. His eyes were deep brown and held such depth to them that it made her take a quick gasp of air.

“They take this big metal hook, right? And they go up the ‘ol nozzle and-” He makes slurping sounds, using his hands to show something coming out “-all the organs would come out. Except for the heart.”

The girl asks him more questions and he answers them all, catching her attention, which isn’t easy to do with kids these days-

“Stevie? That be’er not be you again.” A woman carrying a stack of boxes looks annoyed at the man, as he runs to her apologizing and taking the boxes. They move towards the gift shop and she hesitates a moment before giving into her curiosity about the man and following them.

The woman continued to berate him, Steven, as his name tag read and the woman continued to called him Stevie, despite his attempts to correct her. She was, well, a bitch. Telling him he was not a tour guide and was uselesss unless he was doing his job, which was selling crap to kids. The bitchy woman leaves and he looks defeated, smaller somehow despite the deep eyes. 

“Hi.” She walks up to the counter, standing in front of Steven.

“Hi.” He gives her a little wave as his eyes find hers. 

“I-I’m looking for some things for my shop. I own a second hand bookshop and could use some things for my Ancient Egypt display.”

His face perks up a bit as he cocks his head at her, lowering his voice a bit. “You know these are brand new books, right?”

She laughs and he blushes, eyes looking down to the desk in front of him before finding hers again. 

“Yes, I’m aware. I meant more in terms of decor but you know, if I buy the book, it then becomes secondhand, doesn’t it?”

Steven thinks a moment before nodding. “Well you got me there.”

They stare at each other for a few moments before blinking, each giving their heads a little shake before smiling sheepishly. 

“I uh…I saw you have plushies of Taweret?”

“Yeah! Yes. Uh this way.” 

He comes from behind the counter and leads her over to a small bin full of hippo plushies. 

“Thank you, Steven.”

“Of-of course. It’s my job.”

He smiles at her, blush creeping up his cheeks as he turns to head back to the counter, but she stops him.

“I heard you.”

His eyes search her face. “You hear-heard me?”

“Talking to that student. You really know your stuff.”

His blush deepens as he waves in the air. “Oh, psshh no. I-it’s just a hobby.”

She smiles, glancing down before looking up at him between long eyelashes. “Could you tell me more? Maybe help me around the store? See what I should buy for the..shop?”

He blinks, obviously not used to this attention and he stumbles over his words. “I-y-yeah, sure! Of course.”

She sticks her hand out to him and tells him her name. “But everyone calls me B. It’s short for bookworm.”

“Bookworm? That’s adorable. Just like yo-” He stops, turning away from her briefly to try and hide the furious shade of pink that is creeping across his cheeks.

She chuckles. “Thank you. I’m glad you find me adorable. IT! It adorable. The name! Not me. Shite.” She whispers the last word and her rambling made Steven feel more confident. He turns back around and smiles.

“Well…uh…this way.” He leads her around the shop, pausing to tell her the history behind the merch. She knew most of it, but she kept asking him leading questions, wanting to spend as much time with him as she could. But the shop is small and eventually they wound up back at the registers. 

“Well..what did you decide on then, eh?” Steven asks her. 

“I’ll definitely take the Taweret plushie, those 2 books you recommended, and the gold glitter snowglobe pyramid things. My niece will love those. But-” she leans in closer to him “-is there anything that would get your boss off your ass?” Her eyes shift to the far side where Donna, his boss, was standing with her arms crossed, glaring daggers at Steven. 

“Ah well. I appreciate the gesture but she’s just…having a rough day.” 

She smiles sadly at him, her lips parting to say something but, as if she’d known they were speaking about her, Donna walked up.

“Well, this employee take good care of you then, eh?” Her lips smacked the gum she was chewing and it was all B could do to not yank it from her mouth.

“Excellent care. I wasn’t sure what to buy and he helped me immensely. I know I’d still be standing here like an idiot if it weren’t for him.” She glances at Steven and he smiles at her, admiration poouring out from his eyes.

“Who? Stevie? He ‘elped?” Donna nearly cackles, her head tilting back as she laughs. “He’s bloody useless, inne? You sure he ‘elped?”

“He’s helped me with more than he knows. He really knows his stuff. Should definitely move him to a position more suitable for his extensive knowledge and personable attitude.”

Donna’s head tilts back again as she laughs. “I’ll keep that in mind, miss.”

Her heels click on the floor as she walks away laughing, muttering to herself. “..extensive knowledge…personable attitude..”

“Hey,” B’s hand envelopes his on the counter. “Don’t let her get you down. She’s just jealous. I think you’re brilliant.” 

“I-I-uh…th-thank you, B.”

A customer walks up, tapping their foot to show their impatience at waiting. 

“I’ll see you again, Steven with a V.”

—----

She goes to the museum every day for a week. At first, B makes up excuses as to why she’s there. But after a while, “needing more things for a display” just doesn’t cut it anymore. So she decides to finally ask Steven out for coffee, hoping that she wasn’t reading him wrong. 

As she walks up to the gift shop, waving to JB at security as she passes his stand, she overhears Donna harrassing Steven at the counter, taking the lack of customers as a chance to berate him.

“...if you’re trying to audition for a tour guide again, the answer is no.”

“That’s…actually crushing to hear but I’m trying to tell you this poster is wrong-”

“I don’t care, Stevie. You’re not getting the job. Instead, you’ll be doing inventory just so I don’t have to hear your bloody voice anymore. It’s a wonder people even buy stuff with the way you slouch around-”

“Steven! Hi!” B says, bounding up to the counter, her dress swishing around her knees. 

“Hi, B.” Steven says, looking defeated from Donna’s verbal abuse.

Not wanting to push away a potential customer, Donna rolls her eyes and goes to a display, fixing it up while watching Steven and B’s interaction.

“How much of that did you hear?” Steven asks, his eyes apologetic.

“Hear what? Listen, I was just checking. Are we still on for tonight? Dinner, 8pm, right?”

Steven cocks his head at her, his brows furrowing up in confusion. “I- I don’t-”

“That new vegan place around the corner, yeah?” B shifts her body away from Donna and gives Steven a wink. 

“Oh. Right, yeah. Yes! 8pm! I’ll be there.”

“Great! I can’t wait!”

B bounds out of the shop, wearing a huge smile as she overhears Donna saying to Steven “Oh wow. Didn’t know you had it in ya. That girl’s been comin’ in all week.”

—----

B stands in front of her mirror, checking her appearance. She’s not entirely sure Steven would actually show up - maybe he thought she was just trying to make him look good in front of his boss. Which she was, but it was also the perfect excuse to ask him out and if he turned her down, she could wave it off with the excuse. At worst, she has dinner with herself.

Tucking a book inside her purse just in case she was dining alone, B heads out the door and takes an Uber to the vegan restaurant. She really would’ve gone anywhere but Steven had mentioned he was vegan and this new place did look interesting. As she walks up, she sees him at a small bistro table outside, nervously wiping his sweaty hands on his pants as he glances around. When B was a couple tables away, Steven looks up and sees her, a nervous smile splitting his face as he stands.

“You-you actually came!” The said it at the same time and then laughed after.

“I thought you were just being nice,” Steven said, looking away from her and back.

“I thought you thought that and wouldn’t show. So,” B reached into her bag and pulled out a small book, shaking it back and forth and Steven smiled.

“There’s no way I was gonna take a chance on whether you’d show or not.”

A moment passes between them and she glances down, smiling. That’s when she spots the box of chocolates and half dozen roses on the table.

“Are those for me?” She asks, pointing to them.

“Oh! Yeah, yes!” He picks them up and hands them to you, smiling when B sniffs the roses. 

“They’re beautiful, Steven. Really.”

“They aren’t too much? I thought maybe they might be-”

B shakes her head. “No way. This is perfect.”

Steven moves around to pull her chair out and help her sit. She chuckles, no one having done that for her maybe ever. 

The date goes wonderfully. There’s so much you both have in common and you love to hear him info dumping, facts and stories spilling from his lips as you give him your undivided attention. 

“...and then I got my hands on a copy of Ancient Egypt or Mizraim by Samuel Binion-”

“YOU HAVE A COPY OF ANCIENT EGYPT OR MIZRAIM BY SAMUEL BINION??” The words tumble from B’s mouth, nearly screaming them. The people at the tables near them turn to look at her and she waves her hand in apologies. 

Steven laughs at her response. “I do! Did you want to come see it?”

“Do I want to come see- OF COURSE I WANT TO SEE IT!”

Steven asks for the check and waves off B’s attempts to split the it. They gather up their things and he offers his arm to her, walking and chatting as they make their way to the corner, meeting their Uber. They chatted the whole way back about Egypt, Steven going off on tangents and B listening to every word. Eventually, they arrive at his building and he gets out, offering B his hand. She takes it and feels his hesitation on letting it go, so she winds her fingers through his, giving him a gentle smile as they walk into the building.

“Bollocks! I didn’t even..B, are you ok with this? I don’t want to make you feel…ob..obligated. Or unsafe.”

B squeezes his hand. “If I felt either of those, I wouldn’t be here, rare book or no.”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely.”

He nods, giving her a quick smile as they arrive at his door and he unlocks it, his arm ushering her in before him. B audibly gasps - his entire studio flat is covered in books. Row after row of shelves bursting with books and spilling out into stacks on the floor. His desk is also covered and there’s even some by his fish tank - does that fish only have one fin? Postcards are tacked all around the outside of the tank from various places. 

“Gus,” Steven speaks behind her. 

“What?”

“My fish. His name is Gus.”

“I love it….you have so many books! This is…this is so cozy!” 

Steven smiles. “Yeah, I have trouble’s sleepin’ sometimes and so I read.”

“I understand.”

His eyes find hers and they gaze at each other a moment before he gasps, nearly slapping his forehead. “The book! It’s over here.”

B follows Steven to his desk as he reaches up and pulls a red book off the shelf above. He clears a space and sets the book down and B moves closer to him, her hip slightly bumping his as she bends over to look. 

“This is beautiful,” B says with reverence. “How did you get it?”

Steven launches into a story about how he accidentally acquired it and keeps it on a special place on the shelf so it doesn’t get damaged. They talk about the book in great detail as B turns the pages, forgetting to pretend she doesn’t know much about Egypt. After several facts, Steven stops her.

“Wait. I thought you didn’t really know about ancient Egypt?”

B feels her face heat up having been caught. “Oh. I uh…I may have been interested since I was a kid.”

“But you let me gab your ear off all around the shop? And just now?” His eyes are twinkling with hope as B feels her cheeks heat up even more.

“I…I…ok fine you caught me. I actually know a fair bit.”

“Then why-”

B grips his shirt and pulls him to her, her lips brushing gently against his for a few moments before pulling back and looking up at him with big eyes. Steven looks genuinely shocked. 

“I hope that was ok?” B asks, suddenly unsure of the signals she thought he was sending out. 

“It…it was…” Steven places his hands in either side of B’s face and pulls her in, kissing her back. Her hands ghost up his chest, palms fisting into his shirt and she pulls him deeper, opening her mouth wider to invite him in. 

Steven nervously runs the tip of his tongue across her bottom lip and B moans into him, her tongue coming out to meet his. He’s awkward, his tongue fumbling through her mouth and their teeth clatter a few times. He pulls back for a moment, a blush creeping up his cheeks.

“I um…I’m not used to this, love.”

“Oh! It’s ok. I’m not really either. It’s just...I want you, Steven. But I will happily wait if you need-”

Steven pulls her to him again, kissing B with as much passion as he can muster, his thumbs caressing her cheeks and she pushes him as he pulls, moving towards the back of the room where she’d thought she caught a glimpse of a bed. They take several steps, his jacket and her sweater hitting the floor, her hands fumbling with the buttons on his shirts. 

And then she trips. On sand.

The kiss breaks as she looks down at the ring of sand that encompasses Steven’s bed. She looks back at Steven, a look of pure horror on his face.

“I..it’s not…” Steven stammers and he lunges for his bed post, the clank of chains rattling as he shoves something behind his back, his face the reddest its ever been. 

“Is…is that a leg restraint?” B asks.

“I..I..” Steven sighs, slowly pulling the restraint from behind him and holding it in his hand. “It is. I..sleepwalk.”

“And this is the treatment?”

“Well, I..chain my leg here-” he pats the bed post “- and the sand is so I can see if I’ve left. Look, I knows it’s weird -”

“Does it work?”

His eyes find hers and sees no humor there, but genuine curiosity, 

“It..does. I think. But listen, I know this is…a lot. So if you want to bugger off, I understand.” 

His eyes are sad and wide, just like a damn puppy and B melts. She believes him and feels no threat at all. B holds her hand out and Steven looks at her, cautiously placing the restraint in her hand. She takes it, turning it over and over in her hands, feeling the weight of it. 

“My uncle had really terrible bouts of sleep walking. He used restraints for a while before finding a medication that worked for him.” She places the restraint on his bed and meets his expectant eyes. 

“Whatever you need to do to keep yourself safe, Steven.”

“...what? R-really? You don’t want to go?”

“What I want, is you.” B hops onto the bed, her legs over the side and she pulls Steven around to stand between her open legs as she starts to unbutton his shirt. He’s shocked, surprised she had stayed despite the restraint and the sand and all of his madness. He blinks, coming back to the moment when he feels her hands touch his bare chest and he realizes his shirt is open. 

He leans down to kiss her and she pulls him down onto her, falling backwards on the bed with an “oof!” as he lands on her, hard.  

“I’m so sorry, love! Are you-”

She pulls him to her and kisses him, trying to push his shirt off. He acquiesces and sits up, pulling his shirt from his arms. He’s strong, not extremely defined but built, his bronze skin flexing as he tosses the shirt across the room. B sits up, pushing him off her and back onto the bed as she strandles him, pulling her shirt over her head and loving the way his dark eyes take her in. She leans over him and kisses his lips, feeling him hesitate briefly before placing his hands on her back, barely moving them. She breaks the kiss and looks down at him.

“Steven?”

“Yes, love?”

“You have my permission to touch me however you want.”

He sighs quickly, a puff of air escaping his lips and brushing over her face. “Are you sure? I’m not…terribly experienced and-”

“I’ll tell you if something is off and you tell me if you feel off, right?”

He smiles. “It’s a deal.”

And then his lips are on hers, lifting his head slightly off the bed to reach her. He fumbles with the bra clasp, not able to open it and he grunts in frustration into her mouth. She chuckles, sitting up and swiftly unclasping her bra and chucking it across the room. Steven’s eyes fall to her boobs, his eyes darkening with lust as he reaches out, holding one in each hand. She moans at his warm touch and he massages them. A few moments goes by and she realizes that he hasn’t changed up his touch - but maybe he doesn’t know what to do…

“Run your thumb across my nipple.”

“Wh-what?”

“Just do it.”

He swallows hard and does as she asked and she cries out at the stimulation. Spurred on by this, he starts to circle her nipples and play with her boobs, loving the sounds she makes. She can feel him growing hard with every moan she makes, matching the growing wet patch she knows is on her panties. She leans down again, kissing him as his hands trail up and down her exposed back. She starts kissing a path down his neck, loving the soft cries he lets out as she continues kissing, nipping, and licking her way down. 

She shuffles off the edge of the bed and reaches forward, unbuckling his belt. Steven watches with wide eyes, black with lust as she undoes his pants, pulling them down and chucking them somewhere behind her. She wiggles out of the rest of her dress, casually tossing it in the same direction. Her panties follow, and Steven lets out an audible gasp. She smirks, trailing her hands up his thighs to find his boxer line. She slowly starts to pull them down, giving him a chance to stop her if he wanted to. When he doesn’t, she yanks them off, tossing them on top of her panties. At least she thinks she did. At the sight of Steven bare and exposed before her, she didn’t see anything else. He’s thick and hard, a bead of precum already leaking from him. 

Steven sits up, concern on his face. “Are you ok, love? We can stop if you-”

“No! No, I just…you’re beautiful. All of you. I was just…taking a moment to appreciate.”

He blushes. “Nah, it’s you, love. You…you’re so..” His eyes trail down her nakes body, tracing every line of her curves. 

She smiles, hopping onto the bed next to him and turning his head to look at her. She kisses him and he responds, still sloppy but passionate. One of his hands grips the side of her head, her hand coming up to hold his wrist. His other hand braces himself up. He slowly starts to lean over her until she’s laying down, spreading her legs for him to settle between them. He reaches between them, lining himself up with her, a quick glance back up to make sure she’s ok. She nods, her chest heaving with anticipation. He slowly pushes his hips forward and nothing happens. There’s too much friction. He tries again to the same thing. He starts to get flustered, muttering to himself, obviously embarrassed.

“Wait, Steven. You’re skin is too dry. Don’t try to get in. Just..run your…self through my…self.”

His eyebrows furrow together. “What?”

She sighs, taking a deep breath. “Move your massive cock through my folds because you’ve made me wet enough for us both. Then you can…continue.”

She blushes, pink splotches erupting across his cheeks. “You’re right naughty.”

She winks and he does as she suggests. The moment his cock slides through her, bumping into her clit she cries out his name.

“Shit you feel so..good.” 

He makes a few more passes, feeling how wet his cock is now, thanks to her. He reaches down again to line himself up and pushes his hips forward, slowly inching inside of her. Her head pushes deeper into bed and she instinctively lifts her legs, wrapping them around him when he bottoms out, his cock stroking the back of her.

“Fucking hell, Steven! I’ve never felt.. Fuck!”

He pants, unable to say anything as he pulls out and pushes back in, watching how her mouth falls open. He starts to pick up the pace, his hips moving with uncertainty, sometimes pushing hard and other times soft. 

“Grab my leg and put it over your shoulder.”

He doesn’t question it, but grabs her leg and places it over his shoulder, and they both moan at how much deeper he can go. His thrusts are still erratic, not like he’s coming but like he’s thinking too much. Before she can tell him to not worry, he adds an extra thrust at the end and something inside her lights up, the heat that was simmering in her belly roaring to life.

“Yes! Steven THERE! Do that again!”

“What? This?” He thrusts his hips again and nearly shoves her straight into your orgasm.

“Yes!”

He thrusts again and again, focusing his movements on that spot she so desperately needs touched. It only takes 3 more thrusts before she screams his name, her walls pulsing around him, causing him to come too, unable to hold himself back. He cries her name as his hips sputter into hers, his head hitting her chest after, feeling her breathing start to level out as she runs her fingers through his hair. He lifts his head, looking into her eyes.

“I’m sorry I’m not the best, love.”

“Are you serious?”

He nods. “Look, I just don’t have the experience.”

Her hands cup his cheeks, making sure he’s meeting her eyes. “I haven’t come like that in…ever? And so what if you needed direction? That’s why we get to practice.”

—----

A few weeks go by before B sleeps overnight for the first time. She never wanted to push Steven, but she accidentally fell asleep during their movie on the couch, fully expecting him to wake her as he’s done before. But he can’t - she looks too peaceful, too beautiful. So he gently lifts her from the couch and places her on his bed, removing her jeans and socks before pulling the comforter up around her and crawling into bed beside her. In a few moments, he’s fallen asleep as well.

Marc opens his eyes and finds himself in bed as usual. But what is not usual is the woman in the bed next to him. He’s seen flashes of her when he’s presented himself to take a quick look, making sure no one had followed him to London. She was very pretty and nice, and obviously smart as he’d come in during a small discussion her and Steven had been having. He felt guilty about that but how was he to know Steven had found someone? They had found someone? Shit this was getting ccomplicated. 

He looks down at her, sleeping peacefully. She had never stayed overnight before, that much he knew. What was different about today? His eyes roam about the room and he notices her pants neatly folded with her socks on top. Steven. He looks back down at the girl, B, if he remembers right, and brushes his finger across her cheek. She sighs, cuddling back towards him and he swallows hard, shaking his head a little. 

“No Marc. Focus.”

But he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from her…

—----

Several months pass from their first date and things are going well. Steven is happy, nearly bouncing as he walks. B jokes with him that it’s because he’s getting constantly laid and whil that may make a difference, he knows it’s because of her. She makes him feel happy, wanted, safe. 

B feels much the same way, unable to stop herself from smiling at the mere thought of him. She never took down the Ancient Egypt display, looking at it often to remind her of Steven. He was such a nice guy, hot as hell, and treats her like she’s the only important thing in his life. He was a little eccentric, sometimes dropping his accent and pretending like he didn’t know what you had been talking about, or changing the subject entirely, but that was just Steven. Quirky. She loved that side of him too. He had told her about the blackouts and she was still here, caring for him and and supporting him, even though they seemed to be getting worse as of late.

One day, he gave her a key to his flat, fully trusting her to come and go as she pleases, loving that she’s there most times when he comes home from work, waiting to just hug and kiss him and tell him he’s a good man. 

Today, he’s grateful that she’s there. It was a terrible day at work, Donna on his ass all day, yelling at him in front of customers and other museum staff. He’s not sure what he’s done to make her hate him, and he tries to not let it bother him, but today she was in rare form. 

Steven closes the door behind him and she’s there, taking his bag off and hanging it on its hook, helping him out of his jacket and hanging it beside his bag. One look at his face and she knows, immediately wrapping her arms around him, feeling how he nuzzles his head into her neck, taking deep, steadying breaths. 

“You’re a great man, Steven. Fuck that old cow.”

He lets out a little chuckle, pulling back to look at her. “What did I do to deserve you?”

“I ask myself that same question every day.”

He smiles and kisses her, a chaste kiss that quickly turns into something more. Her tongue pushes into his mouth and he lets her, moaning as she slides her tongue across his bottom teeth. His hands fumble for the bottom of her shirt, breaking the kiss when he does to lift it over her head. He tosses it on the couch before kissing her again, his fingers now fumblin with her bra clasp. He still hasn’t managed to figure it out. She breaks the kiss, reaching behind her and quickly disposing of her bra while he removed his shirt. She pulls him to her by his pants and he smiles, taking wobbly steps as she pulls him towards the bed. She slides off her pants, undies too and he does the same, both of them tossing their clothes wherever they land. She hops up onto the bed, opening her legs and Steven moans, standing between them as he kisses her, laying he back on the bed. He slides through her folds a few times before pushing in, both of them grunting out as he inches inside of her. He thrusts a few times before reaching for the leg he always puts on his shoulder. He thrusts a few times and she whines under him. Her eyes find his and he blinks rapidly, his head shaking a little. He looks around and then down at her and B cocks her head at him.

“You alright?”

“God, you’re beautiful.”

Before she has a chance to respond, he drops her leg, pulling out and flipping her around on her stomach, pulling her ass in the air and pushing her legs a little wider.

“What-OH!”

His mouth is on her, licking up the center of her and circling her clit. Her hands fist the sheets as she cries out, her words becoming unintelligible when he pushes 2 fingers inside her, scissoring them and hitting that spot inside.

“I’m gonna..gonna…UGGHHH!!!” She screams, coating his hand in her arousal. Steven had never touched her that way and she hadn’t really brought it up, embarrassed almost to tell him about it, although she’s not sure why. 

She feels him shift behind her, sliding her slick through her folds. She feels him gather some up, hearing him rub it around his cock, pushing another finger in to gather some more, and chuckling when her body twitches. He lines up with her and pushes in, giving her time to adjust. She moans, Steven never having tried this angle before and oh what and angle it was. He pulls out and back in slowly once more before setting a rough pace, slamming into her as she cries out with every thrust, sliding up the bed as he grips her hips. 

“Fuck-fuck-fuck!” She chants, feeling another orgasm quickly building.

He slaps her ass and she yelps, twitching in his strong grasp. He slaps her again and she moans with the yelp this time. He pulls her up, her back nearly flush with his chest and he continues to thrust into her, hitting a spot at the back that has her seeing stars. 

“Oh shit I’m….STEVEN!” She yells his name as she comes, feeling his hips falter for a moment while she pulses around him. 

“What..how did..” She hears him speak behind her. 

“Just fuck me Steven!” She bends back over, shoving her ass against his hips and he looks down, hesitating before reaching down to grip her hips, noticing finger marks exactly where he was going to grip her.

“Oh shit I’m sorry, love! There’s bruises on you and I don’t-”

“It’s fine Steven. You put them there, just please. I need to feel you come.”

He nods, still thoroughly confused as to how he even got into this position. He grips her hips, careful to avoid the marks and he gently thrusts into her. She lets out a huff and turns her head to the side.

“Steven, it’s ok. You didn’t hurt me before. You can be rough with me again.”

“Me? Be rough with you?”

“Yes. Just now.”

“But I don’t-”

She turns her head a little more, his hips still thrusting very slightly as if biology had control of him. 

“Did you black out just now?”

He nods. “I just remember laying on top of you, getting inside of you and then…I was somehow behind you? You were screaming my name.” He blushes thinking about how rough he was being when he came to.

“Hey, hey. It’s ok. It’s ok. Do you want to stop?”

He looks at her, his eyes wide and round, shaking his head slightly, his hips giving a small thrust. 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“If I don’t, I will be uncomfortable.”

She chuckles and he gasps, her walls tightening around him with each chuckle. “Easy there, love.”

“Do you want me to turn arou-”

“No.”

She raises an eyebrow at him. 

“No I..I’d like to try th-this position. If..if that’s ok?”

“As hard as you want, ok? I won’t break. Promise.”

He nods, his thrusts still slow and deliberate as he adjusts. His grip on her hips tightens and he picks up the pace, blushing at the thought of his neighbors hearing his headboard beating against the wall. He added in that extra deep thrust she seemed to like and she cries out, her hands fisting the sheets as he pounds into that spot over and over, not at a rough pace but at a calculated one. A few more thrusts and she’s coming for the third time, her legs shaking as she cries out his name, feeling him tense and come with another thrust, her name spilling from his lips. He leans over and kisses her back, slowly pulling out before getting a rag to clean her up with. After, they both lay on the bed together, cuddling up naked. 

“Well that’s a position I’d like to try again, B.”

—----

“They’re gettin’ worse, B. The blackouts.”

B picked up her phone on the second ring, knowing that Steven was having a hard time. He practically shoved her out of the door when she said her sister was having her baby a few hours away and you were going to stay with her a couple weeks while she adjusted.

“You wanna tell me about it?”

“It’s like…I see people lookin’ at me. Or rather me lookin’ at me. When I look in the mirror, right? I see myself but I also see myself. I bet that don’t make any sense.”

“Mmm it does, actually. Remember how I said I knew you were blacking out? Because you would drop your accent and suddenly not know about a bunch of topics? Well that’s been increasing too. I know we talked about it before but-”

“I don’t know what’s happenin’ to me.”

“Ok I’m coming back. They’re ok here-”

“No, no, love. I’ll…I’ll be alright. It’s just one more week, yeah?”

“Yeah…but I think-”

“Don’t you dare come home early. Hold that baby some more and take care of your sister. Me and my problems will be here when you get back, eh?”

“If you insist. But if you need me, please call me and I’ll come straight home.”

“Thanks, B.”

That call had been a week ago. He had called her the following 3 nights and then nothing. She tried not to worry, telling herself that Donna probably gave him inventory and the reception is shit in the museum. If he got out late, he wouldn’t call because he wouldn’t want to wake her. 

But when the 6th night rolled around, she knew something was up. She called the gift shop, asking Donna about Steven and she said he’d been fired, caught on camera doing weird things in the Egyptian exhibit, like he was on drugs and onlyh he could see something. Then he went and destroyed a bathroom? 

Her sister shoved her out of the door, telling her to let her know what’s going on. B arrived at Steven’s flat and knocked, just in case. When no one answered, she took out her key and unlocked the door. The apartment was trashed, as if someone were looking for something. There were books open to hieroglyphs and floorboards pulled up. She tried calling Steven again, but his cell rang in the apartment. Tears flooded her eyes as she picked up his phone, seeing a photo of you both light up with the screen, smiling faces frozen in time. She sees Gus’s reflection in the phone and she does a double take - did Gus grow a fin??

She calls the police, and they head over, only because she had mentioned to state of his flat. They take a couple of days to go over it and find nothing of meaning. They put out a missing persons report, clapped her on the shoulder, and told her to keep her chin up - he’ll probably walk back in in a few days, having been on a bender.

They had no idea.

She spends the next two days cleaning up the flat, putting back everything where it goes. She goes to bed that night as she had before, curled up in his bed, wearing one of his shirts and holding his pillow, crying into it, at a complete loss as to how to find him, let alone help him…

The door closes and she jolts awak, sitting bolt upright and grabbing the bat from beside her on the bed. 

“B?”

Steven.

Dropping the bat, she lunges out of the bed, tripping on the sand as the blankets still try to grasp at her. She runs the last few steps and launches herself into his arms, wrapping her legs around him and crying into his shoulder.

“Hey, B. Ssshhh it’s ok. I’m ok, really.”

He rubs her back and after a few minutes she calms, untangling herself from his body. She takes a step back and lifts the bottom of her shirt to dry her face.

“What the fuck happened, Stevem? One minute you’re telling me your blackouts are getting worse, then you stop calling or answering your phone, and your flat was trashed, and you had me worried sick! I had no idea what to do I-I-”

He cups her chin in his hand and places a gentle kiss to her lips. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to worry you. Things…happened and so fast I didn’t have time-”

“Didn’t have time?”

“It was life or death..or, well, it was literal death for me-”

“What?”

He sighs, taking her hand in his. “Will you sit down and let me tell you? Promise to keep an open mind?”

She studies his face. He’s still Steven, but something else is there. A confidence of self that he didn’t seem to have before. Something happened to him and he obviously wants to keep her in his life if he wants to share.

“I promise.”

He sits with her on the couch and launches into this fantastical story about Egyptian Gods and proxys, stopping one of these Gods from their unjust early judgement of humanity, getting shot and dying from - wait. Shot? Dying? But then he came back after he saw the Field of Reeds and…did he say he met Taweret? But through this whole story he tells you about the blackouts, that Marc is who he really is but that they’re working together now, fluidly as one person in a way, now that they’re both aware of the other and worked out some personality kinks. 

“And then we made our way here. Or I did. Language is a bit tricky. Anyway, that’s what ‘appened, B.”

He waits, letting her process all of what he said. 

“What was Taweret like?”

He laughs, his head tilting back with the force of it. “That’s what you want to ask?”

B chuckles. “I have a zillion things I want to ask, but my mind keeps focusing on the hippo.”

He chuckles, telling her all about Taweret. 

“Listen B. About Marc. He told me he’s met you. That he’s been..with you.”

“What? When?”

“Remember that time I railed you from behind?”

B’s eyes grew wide. “Oh Steven! I didn’t know! I thought it was-”

Steven holds up a hand, a smile on his face. “It’s alright, B. This is just how I am. How we are. Marc loves you too and I don’t mind you both getting to know each other. Afterall, Marc and I are the same person, essentially.

“Love? Marc loves me too?”

“I-shit. That’s not how I wanted to tell you. But..fuck it, yes. I love you, B. I have for months. Just been a right scared puss to tell you. Afraid I’d muck it up. But listen, if this is too weird or too much, we both completely understand and no hard feelin-”

“I love you too.”

His face lights up, a smile stretching across his handsome face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. For months now. Guess I was a right scared puss too.”

Steven hesitates, leaning towards her slowly for a kiss. She smirks, pulling him towards her and kissing him deeply. They makeout for a moment, moaning into each other. But before it can deepen to more, Steven pulls back.

“What about Marc? You ok with him?”

“Is he asking or are you?”

He smiles. “ I guess we both are.”

“I won’t lie, this will take some adjusting. I know you’re ok with it but how does Marc feel?”    

Steven blinks rapidly, shaking his head briefly before his eyes snap to yours. 

“Marc?”

“Hey, sweetheart.”

They chat for a bit, Marc agreeing with Steven on everything and apologizing to B for everything.

“Well, what do you say, sweetheart? Can you accept us? Is this too much?”

B takes a breath before speaking. “Honestly, when I think back on it, nothing much has changed except now I know and have a name to what I’ve been seeing. You are both you, but also not. As long as you’re both fine with it, I want to be with you. Both of you? Fuck I don’t know the language yet.”

He laughs. “Neither do we. Let’s figure it out together.”

—----

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Resource Management, pt18

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The events in Philadelphia had shaken me enough that I was careful to lock my desk, log off my computer and lock my office door before I left for the gym to meet Natasha. I slung my gym bag over my shoulder and headed out into the warm afternoon sun, stopping for a coffee along the way. When I left the coffee shop, I noticed a creepy black surveillance van outside the shop. I made a mental note to let Fury know I didn’t need to be followed.

I walked through the gym doors and in to pandemonium. Natasha was screaming in Russian at Clint. She had him completely backed into a corner, and while he looked pretty calm on the surface, the muscle in his jaw was ticking and there was a bead of sweat forming at his temple. I did not envy his position at all. I looked around for Phil, and couldn’t see him anywhere. I stepped away from the door, but kept my distance from the two senior agents. I didn’t want to get in between whatever was going to happen there. I bumped into someone coming out of a changeroom and when I glanced over to apologize, I had to bite my cheek to prevent myself from laughing. Phil was holding an ice pack to his jaw, and looked kind of dazed.

“So it went well?” I couldn’t help it. I grinned.

“I was anticipating this one being bad,” he admitted. I pulled the ice pack off and cringed. It was already bruising.

“Do you want some ibuprofen?” I offered. He shook his head.

“I took some before I got here,” he flinched instead of smiling. “I knew it was going to be bad.”

“And you!” Natasha was suddenly in my face. “You knew all along that he hadn’t died?”

“I wasn’t aware that he had actually died until he told me,” I admitted.

“But all this time, you knew?”

“Of course,” I nodded. She was so angry that she didn’t realize that she was being sloppy, but as soon as she threw the punch, I was able to block it, and toss her to the ground. I bit back the feeling of triumph. She was going to come back at me. My last clear thought was that I wished I’d changed on the way to the gym, but I was grateful that women’s jeans had lycra in them. After that, everything I did was instinctive.

Natasha was determined to put me on the ground, and I was blocking a furious attack, losing ground quickly. If nothing else, it was a more realistic training atmosphere. The reality was, I wasn’t ever going to be attacked in a gym, in comfortable clothing. I slipped on the edge of a mat and turned my ankle, letting out a curse. I was done. Natasha took me to the ground and pressed my face into the floor. Clint and Phil pulled her off me before she could actually hurt me. I rolled onto my back, panting. She was glaring at me from a few feet away, Clint standing just to one side of her with his hand on her arm.

“Tasha, she has higher clearance than you do. You can be mad at me, and mad at Phil. Be mad at Tony, he’s known for a while too. Hell, if you want to knee Fury in the balls, I’ll hold him for you. But you can’t be angry with her for doing her fucking job.” Clint’s voice was stern. She pulled away from him and stalked back toward me. I took a defensive stance, waiting for a renewed attack.

“That was easily a level 7 defense, Ellis. You respond better under pressure.” She clapped me on the shoulder and stepped toward Phil. She stared at him, wordlessly, arms crossed.

“I didn’t want to keep it from you, Tasha. Not after what had happened with Clint,” he offered.

“Does Steve know?” She asked. Phil shook his head. “Thor?”

“Unless Sif told him, no. But I asked her not to say anything,” he explained.

“Who is Sif?”

“Another Asgardian. Long story.”

In a heartbeat, Natasha’s demeanour softened, and I saw her eyes fill with tears. She reached out and ran her hand along Phil’s jaw, down his shoulder. And then she stepped closer and drew him into a hug that mirrored the one Clint had given him. It wasn’t nearly as awkward. She stepped away, and the softness was gone from her features as quickly as it had come. She turned back to me.

“There’s nothing I can teach you in a gym, Anna,” she acknowledged, “but we should still be sparring regularly.”

“Whatever you think will help,” I agreed.

“Right now, I think drinks will help.” She managed a laugh, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“Another time, Tasha. Annie and I have a meeting to get to,” Phil excused. Natasha raised an eyebrow and huffed out a deep sigh. She took a few steps toward Clint and began muttering in Russian. His eyes narrowed in question, and then he smiled and responded quietly. She spun to face us, and there was a knowing gleam to her eyes.

“Phil, vstrechi ili nagrablennogo vyzov?” She asked. Phil flushed and refused to respond. I decided it was probably a good thing I didn’t speak Russian.

Stark had us meet him at his office near the Pentagon. It was ostentatious, and harkened back to when Stark Industries was the premier arms dealer in the nation. My understanding was that Pepper Potts used the office mostly for green energy lobbying nowadays. At any rate, it was the most secure location we could think of. There was no way Tony Stark was going to allow his company to be infiltrated a second time. He was still burning with embarrassment from when Romanoff had been slipped in as his PA.

There was surprisingly little art on the walls of the office, which emphasized to me exactly how curious Stark had been about the attack on SHIELD. My guess was that every painting in the HR office that he’d ‘loaned’ us had some sort of listening or tracking device embedded in it. I hope he hadn’t ruined that beautiful Van Gogh in my office to do it.

Stark met us in the reception area and ushered us back to a huge office overlooking the city. It was one hell of a view. In the immediate foreground was the Pentagon, and the Potomac River, which was impressive enough, but it was a clear afternoon and dark cerulean sky accented the brilliant white of the Monument on the far side of the river. Mid-river and to the west, the Triskelion rose from Roosevelt Island. From Stark’s office, the damage was unnoticeable. I lingered at the window, staring at tower. It felt menacing and not for the first time in the past weeks, I was uneasy with my position.

“So what have you discovered?” Stark got right to the heart of things.

“A little old lady died to warn us about flying pests,” I snapped. I immediately regretted my tone.

“What Anna is trying to say is that we were investigating and our main lead was murdered,” Phil elaborated on my behalf. I turned away from the window and stalked across the room.

“And we have nothing. Except an empty wasp killer can, and some paperwork from when she was an agent.” I could feel the frustration beginning to build. Phil placed a small canvas bag on Stark’s desk and pulled out the items we’d confiscated from Cecelia Banks’ house. Stark immediately grabbed the aerosol can and shook it. It rattled, just as it had when we were in the kitchen at Mrs. Banks’ house. He fiddled with the can the same way Phil had and had no luck. He flipped it over and looked it over again and put it back on the table. I picked it up and looked at the spray top. It was one of those large cone style spray tops. I think it was supposed to allow for a larger spraying area. I looked at the nozzle and saw a bunch of little hash marks on it. Curious, I ran my fingernail across them, and the nozzle spun and clicked. Like a combination lock. I flipped open Mrs. Banks’ badge and looked for the ID number, and feeling completely like I belonged in some Cold War espionage novel, clicked the nozzle around to each of the numbers on her badge. Nothing happened. I shoved both items away, dejected. Phil picked the can back up and inspected the nozzle. He started twisting the sprayer, like I had, but in a different way than I had. The bottom dropped out of the can, and a thumb drive and small notebook fell onto Stark’s desk.

“Hornet. It was an alphanumeric cypher.” Phil picked up the thumb drive. I reached for the notebook and flipped it open to the first page. It was filled with numbers and letter, but none of it made sense. And even though Phil had figured out the cypher for the lock on the can, he wasn’t a codes guy. I flipped a few more pages, and there was a list of names.

“Do these mean anything to either of you?” I held the book out. Phil glanced at the list and then rubbed his temples.

“Those are the people she exposed. From the HYDRA cell she discovered,” he explained. I flipped a couple pages further, past more random numbers and letters and came to the end of the notes.

“Without a codebreaker, we’re screwed,” I complained. Phil took the book and looked at it.

“Cecelia Banks wasn’t an expert in encryption. This will be an easy cypher. We can probably figure it out,” he wasn’t talking to Tony or me, really. He was thinking aloud. He tucked the notebook into his jacket and then thought better of that, and handed it to me.

“Why –“

“I have the thumb drive. We should keep those things separate,” he dropped the stick into the pocket instead. Stark flipped through the hodge-podge of detritus we’d taken from the drawer. I think we all knew each item had meaning of some sort, but it was hard to understand the relevance of partial grocery list and stick of gum. Particularly because I wasn’t sure whether the dementia diagnosis in her file was real, or a ploy to get her enemies to drop their guard. Stark’s phone buzzed and he checked his messages. He threw himself into his chair and responded to whatever the message was. The phone buzzed again and he made a strangled sound of disgust.

“Let me assure you, I’d rather be here playing super sleuths with you. However, I am needed back in California. Let me know if anything is going on. I can be back here in a matter of hours,” Tony announced. There was concern in his eyes.

“Is everything okay?” I asked. He nodded, squaring his jaw.

“Nothing I can’t resolve after five minutes in person,” he admitted.

The black van was outside Stark’s building when we left, and I mentioned it to Phil. He glanced across the street and took in the details before nodding at me to get into Lola. It was going to be hard to be unobtrusive in the car, but I was going try to accept that if Fury had a SHIELD detail watching me, it was for a good enough reason that I didn’t want to blend in anyhow. But the van was creepy. It hung back about six or seven car lengths and pulled in to a conspicuously vacant parking spot at the end of my block that had a clear view of my front door. I wondered if they had someone on the back door of the building too. Phil pulled into the underground parking and maneuvered Lola into my spot. It was the nicest vehicle that had ever parked there, and I couldn’t help but think about my poor squished car.

“You look exhausted Annie,” he observed. I closed my eyes. I was exhausted. I could easily fall asleep standing, I felt so tired.

“I slept so much last night,” I protested.

“The adrenaline of the last few days is draining. Particularly if you aren’t used to it.” He held out a hand to assist me from the car.

“You seem fine,” I complained. He directed me to the stairs and herded me toward my apartment.

“I’ve been doing this for close to thirty years.”

My apartment was just as I left it, dirty dishes in the sink and all. It was instant comfort. I flopped onto the couch and propped my feet on the coffee table. I could hear Phil rummaging in the kitchen, and the water turned on. He let it run for a while, and then there was splashing.

“You don’t need to wash my dishes, babe,” I called from the couch. He peered around the corner at me.

“I’m not. I’m setting your clothes to soak so the blood comes out,” he explained. I rose and walked into the kitchen to observe. He had tracked down a bottle of peroxide from the bathroom and was dripping it onto the bloodstains in my blouse, letting it foam a little and then dunking it under the water. Then he would repeat the whole process until the stain was mostly lifted and move on to another one. He added a capful of peroxide to the water and swished everything around. I slid a hand along his arm as it came out of the water, and stepped closer. He turned away from the sink and brought his free arm around me. I traced my fingers along his jaw, and saying nothing, leaned into him.

“Not sure what I did to deserve someone as unreservedly good as you are, Phil,” I murmured. He squeezed me and kissed the side of my head.

“Maybe like attracts like.” His voice was softer and rougher than usual. There was a tightness in my chest that felt foreign. Not wrong, just very different. Again, I found myself wanting to tell him I loved him. But it was too soon, I thought, uncertainly. I leaned back in his arms to look at him. He always looked on me with a softness that made his strong features somehow warmer.

“I really like you,” I blurted awkwardly. He smiled and shook his head.

“You’ve said that before,” he reminded me.

“I like you more now,” I clarified. He tipped his head and kissed me.

“I have to check in with my team. It might be a couple days before I can see you,” he ran a hand through my hair. I nodded.

“I’ll be fine,” I reassured him.

“Just promise you’ll let me know if you aren’t,” he pressed. I nodded. He let go of me reluctantly, and headed toward the door. As he pulled the door open he turned back to face me again.

“Annie?” He paused, “I like you more now too.”

[ladylynse]

Yes yes! I was waiting just for this and thank you for the reminder! I always appreciate your writing, even if I can't bring myself to read some of your fics because of too much angst being involved. So, considering you offered to do requests, I shall give you a few nudges to chose from. (to be sent on the next ask, because I ran out of space...)

This ask is part one of three and now I’m taking advantage of that. Since it’s been over a month since I’ve written one of your requests, here’s a possible aftermath scene relating to my DPxRC:9GN crossover Reflections, as you requested here. (At some point I want to write one or two more, but until then, this will have to do. It’s not terribly long, but I’ll still put most of it under a read more.)

Spectra and theXtractor:

“This is far enough,” Spectra said as she slowed to a stop.They were barely ten miles from Mt. Chuck, but it would be out of the dangerzone unless the phantom freak and his new friend seriously messed up. Not thatshe thought they’d lose, exactly. The Sorcerer was a formidable opponent, butshe’d seen the halfa fight and win against formidable opponents before, and theSorcerer had obviously been worried about the Ninja.

Her interference might yet cost her her freedom, but shedoubted it. That particular pair of snot-nosed teenaged brats seemed to have aknack for overcoming obstacles when others faltered. She doubted she would havefared as well as she had if she hadn’t struck a deal with the Sorcerer. Evenafter her good deed designed to assuage any sense of guilt she might have felt,she hadn’t been sure she would be entirely safe, which is why she and Bertrandhad left as soon as possible once things had gone south. Norrisville had areputation. Not counting Bertrand or Phantom, she was the first ghost to crossthe city limits since that debacle involving Plasmius.

Still, she wasn’t concerned with the town’s past, and shewasn’t really worried about its future. She was more concerned about her future. She checked the settings onthe Fenton Xtractor, twisted the dial from extractto set sample, and looked atBertrand. “You do still have it, don’t you?”

The giant wasp shuddered, shifted, and resolved intoBertrand’s human mask. “Unfortunately,” he said, lip curling as he reached intohis pocket. He pulled out a snot-covered handkerchief, holding it verycarefully by the monogrammed edge—JF—whichlooked to be the only clean part of the entire square.

It was disgusting, but it was exactly what she needed.

She turned on the Xtractor, angled the nozzle upwards, andnodded. Bertrand tossed the dirty handkerchief toward the opening, and a fewseconds later, the new sample acquiredlight blinked on. She changed the setting back to extract and handed the machine to Bertrand.

“What if this doesn’t work?” he asked. “Did you just helpout the halfa for nothing?”

“It’ll work,” Spectra growled, and then she let her bodyshift. It took on the form that was supposed to have been her beautiful newbody. Instead, she shuddered as snot oozed over everything, including theinside of her own nose and mouth. It was revolting.If this didn’t work, the Sorcerer wasn’t the one Phantom had to be worriedabout. “Do it.”

She needed to extract Jack Fenton’s DNA from her person. Shehad since acquired a DNA sample from Plasmius—for all that he seemed set on gettinghold of Phantom’s mid-morph DNA, he was ridiculously careless about his ownstable DNA—and that would be enough to stabilize her new body once she ridherself of the snot plague.

“Now!” she barked. Bertrand turned on the Xtractor, andSpectra felt the molecules within this body shift and change as atoms brokeaway. Everything burned. Her vision blurred, blackened, and turned white. Allshe could hear was the steady hum of the Xtractor. There was only pain.

She didn’t intentionally lapse into her shadow form, butwhen she opened her eyes again, she had. “Did it work?” she croaked. Everythingfelt raw.

“You’re Fenton DNA-free,” Bertrand said. “Kept it up for abit longer, just to be sure.”

“Perfect,” she rasped, but she was weaker than she’danticipated. She wouldn’t be able to stabilize her other body with Plasmius’sDNA yet; she needed to feed first. She made a vague gesture, and Bertrand knewher well enough to shift into his panther form. She crawled on and clung to hisfur. “Get to the next town.”

Bertrand took off, and they left the Fenton Xtractor behind.Its usefulness to her had passed. The next time Phantom saw her, she’d have theuse of her beautiful new body again, and she could pretend this entireunsightly situation had never happened.

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[thefragileblackdahlia]

Metamorphosis: Part four

Chapter Summary: Sam and Dean find that a family man is turning into a flesh-eating monster, and they argue about killing him. Ariel makes a big decision that leaves her crippled and alone.

Pairing(s): Eventual Dean x Archangel!OFC

Warning(s): Fluff, Heavy Angst, Blood, Nudity, Self-loathing, Kissing, Typical Supernatural violence, Mild Language

A/N: Here is an episode with some Sam content for those that really like Sam. I never really liked the Ruby storyline, but anyways here you go. Its a bit wonky everything will be explained in flashbacks, I promise. Kinder surprise egg.

Beta’d by no one

Word count: 11,308

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Sam went out for research.

A loud thud came from across the room. With their hunter instincts, Travis and Dean reached for their guns and aimed it from where the noise originated. Dean put out a hand, signaling Travis to wait as he investigated the sound.

A mop of red hair came up from between beds, followed by a bloodied grimace with slices on it.

It was Ariel.

Blood seeped from the thousands of cuts on her stripped body. She dipped in and out of consciousness. The ginger tried her best to steady herself by using the bed as support.

"Dean.." Ariel whimpered softly before her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her knees buckled, sending a jolt of pain through her nervous system.

Dean abandoned his gun almost instantaneously and dived for the archangel. He caught her just before she hit the floor.

He hauled her into his arms and sat on the bed with her form limp between his legs. It was a lewd position, but at this moment, Dean cared little about that. The human gingerly caressed her bloodied face, smoothing down her hair in the process.

"Oh, Red..." He whispered sadly. Dean felt like it was his fault. He should have immediately gone to help her. His eyes roamed every part of her naked form, not to be a pervert but to see if she had any significant injuries. 'Fallen' was freshly carved deep on her collar bone, along with many other deep cuts. One particular injury stood out; it was a symbol cut deep into her thigh. It looked self-inflicted.

Why wasn't she healing? Dean remembered when he stabbed her, and she recovered from that almost immediately. So, what could be preventing her?

Dean never tore his eyes away from her as he removed his navy-blue flannel with the notion of covering her up. Dean carefully lifted her arm, which resulted in a small moan from Ariel, but he proceeded. He slid her arm into the sleeves of the flannel and closed it momentarily.

Her savior let out a low grunt as he tossed her arm over his shoulder, then lifted her into the bridal position. He gently lowered her on his bed and began buttoning the shirt; It stopped at her mid-thigh. Dean let out a hard sigh but never looked away from her.

"What the hell?!" Travis exclaimed as he still has his gun trained on the motionless woman. "What just happened?" He gruffed.

"Focus on the case." Dean replied shortly as he delicately sat on the edge of his bed, still watching Ariel.

Travis scoffed and squeezed his gun. "You tell me what the hell she is, or I'll shoot her myself." He drawled.

Dean finally looked away from the archangel on the bed to look at Travis. He had a calm smile on his lips, but it never reached his eyes. The righteous man pushed himself off the bed and slowly stepped to the man who just threatened a defenseless woman.

"If you touch her or so happen to even look at her. You'll be dead before you hit the ground. You understand me?" Dean sneered at the man standing in front of him.

Travis squinted his eyes, challenging Dean, which resulted in Dean snatching the gun away and aiming it at Travis's forehead.

"Focus on the case." Dean commanded, and begrudgingly sat at the table. He picked up his gas can and resumed his work.

. . .

Dean watched Ariel's chest rise and fall as he sat tinkering with the gas can nozzle, deep in thought. She looked peaceful but also plagued with sorrow. Occasionally a low groan came from her, and of course, Dean immediately paused what he was doing to examine her.

Travis was the one to speak first. "It must be important to you...threatening me like that." His eyes darted from the gas can, nozzle to Dean's stoic face.

That comment made Dean frown. Ariel was not an It. She was an archangel. Dean reached for the flamethrower and flicked it on, then waved the flame over the nozzle. "So, fire, huh?"

"The only way I found to kill these bastards; deep-fry 'em." Travis peeped at Dean.

Dean clutched the rag on the table and wiped off the nozzle as he spoke. "Well, that's gonna be... horrible. Is that what you did to Jack's dad?"

"Uh-huh-"

Their talk was cut short by the sound of the doorknob twisting. As Sam entered, his gaze immediately fell on the unmoving woman, but he chose not to mention it. His grip tightened on the papers in his hand, and he closed the door.

"Not wasting any time, are you?" Sam was belaboring the obvious.

"None to waste." Travis gruffed. "The guy hulks out, we won't be finding bodies, just remains."

Sam sat down on the bed Ariel was resting on, immediately catching Dean's attention. Dean eyed him carefully, his hands still working on the can. Sam noticed this and held his hands up toward his brother, who seemed way to protective for someone who only talked to the angel twice.

"He's been that way since that thing just appeared out of nowhere. Won't tell me what it is." Travis drawled.

Sam furrowed his brows and looked to his brother, who donned a stoic expression. He watched his brother's jaw clench at the words 'thing' and 'it,' bothered.

Sam took that into account. "What if he doesn't hulk out? I did a little homework. Uh, I've been checking out the lore on rougarous."

Travis took this as an insult. "What? My 30 years of experience not good enough for you?" The aged hunter lifted a cup of coffee to his lips and sipped while eyeing Sam.

"What?" Samuel chuckled. "No. No, I- I just wanted to be prepared. I mean, not that you didn't..."

Dean picked up on his brother's uneasiness. "Sam loves research." He joked. "He does. He keeps it under his mattress right next to his KY. It's a sickness." He flashed a smile at his younger brother. "It is."

Sam just shook his head. "Look, everything you said checked out, of course, but uh. I found a couple of interesting stories about people who have this rougarou gene or whatever. See, they start to turn, but they never take the final step."

"Really?" Dean questioned.

This reaction made Sam continue. "See, if they never eat human flesh, they don't fully transform."

"So what? Go vegan, stay human?" Dean seemed genuinely interested in not deep-frying a person.

Sam appeared hopeful. "Basically, or in this case, eat a lot of raw meat, just not--"

"Long pig." Dean ended with a dorky grin. He glanced over to Travis, who was just listening to the conversation.

"Good on you for the due diligence, Sam." Travis derided as he stood to his feet and continued. "But those are fairytales." He drawled while shuffling over to the kitchenette and pouring himself another cup of coffee. Travis pivoted on his heel and faced the boys. "Fact is," He sipped his coffee and resumed. "Every rougarou I ever saw or heard of...took that bite."

Sam immediately took a defensive stance and stood to his feet. "Okay, well, that doesn't mean that Jack will."

Dean's olive eyes darted between the two as he also stood. He could sense an argument brewing.

Travis sipped his coffee. "So what do we do? Sit and hope and wait for a body count?" He jeered.

"No, we talk to him. Explain what's happening. That way, he can fight it." Sam confuted.

"Fight it?" Travis laughed at the notion. "Are you kidding me? You ever been really hungry?"

Dean hadn't been paying much attention to the debate, but once Travis asked that question, he was all ears. He gripped the papers in his hands and looked up at the man.

"I mean, haven't-eaten-in-days hungry?" Travis added.

"Yeah." Dean replied quickly.

Travis took this as an opportunity to continue. "Yeah, right then. So somebody slaps a big, juicy, sirloin in front of you, you walking away?"

Dean thought for a moment at the scenario and then raised his brows as he turned to face Sam, who worn an upset expression.

"That's what we are to him now, meat on legs. I'm sorry. I'm sure he's a stand-up guy, but it's pure base instinct. Everything in nature's gotta eat. You think he can stop himself 'cause he's nice?" Travis drawled.

Sam's serious expression never wavered as he stared Travis dead in the eye as he spoke slow and precise. "I don't know. But we're not gonna kill him unless he does something to get killed for." Once he finished, he could barely keep a steady breath. He had to excuse himself from the room.

Dean and Travis exchanged looks of awe and confusion.

"What's wrong with your brother?" Travis questioned.

"Don't get me started." Dean just rolled his eyes and turned to go sit down by Ariel.

Before they left, Dean carried the woman to the bathroom and started the bath. At some point, he messaged Sam to tell him to pick up some clothes for Ariel.

Eventually, the angel stirred awake.

Dean leaned against the wall in front of the sink, his gaze fixed on her cloudy eyes. It was like someone had sucked the joy out of her.

"Hey," Ariel breathed.

Dean smiled faintly. "Wanna tell me why you fought a cheese grater and lost?"

The archangel looked to the man in confusion. "I didn't fight a cheese grater. Half of my grace was extracted, and then I was tortured for a day." Ariel murmured, pain apparent in her voice. She perched herself on the sink, her feet dangling inches above the floor like a small child.

"Anything we should worry about? No one's following you or anything?" Dean questioned.

"Nothing to worry about." She lied.

The atmosphere in the bathroom bounced between sexual tension and awkwardness. It had been a couple days since Dean actually saw Ariel with his own eyes, not including their dream encounters. He stared at the defeated woman and contemplated if he should hug her not. They never hugged before.

"You're a horrible a liar, Y'know that?" Dean chuckled and pushed himself from the wall and closer to the redhead.

"I am not, trust me." Ariel mumbled as she averted her eyes toward the door. "Where's Sam?"

Her attempt to evade the topic did not go unnoticed by Dean. He raised a brow at her question and decided not to answer it and instead pose his own question. "Why were you naked?"

Ariel scoffed and looked down at the flannel she was now wearing. "Was my nude figure making you uncomfortable, human? My captor felt it was necessary." She put hard emphasis on the word captor.

Dean grew silent as he thought about his own time in hell, being tortured, and having to live through the pain of being torn apart and put together again. His body stilled, and his breathing shortened. He couldn't help it, disassociating himself and caving in.

"I know," Ariel whispered softly to the panic induced hunter. Her voice felt like warm blankets you first take out of the dryer on a cold winter day. He could listen to her talk for hours and not get sick of it. A buzzing behind his ears pulled him out of his deep thoughts.

"Know what?" He gruffed, trying his best to keep on his hard exterior facade. Of course, Dean knew exactly what she was referring to, but he just wasn't ready to think about hell. He felt better pretending it didn't happen was much better than admitting it and it being true.

"About what happened in Hell..." She answered simply. Ariel held out her hand for him to take, but he pushed it away. He held a stoic expression on his face. "Dean," Ariel cooed, attempting to comfort him best she could from a distance.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Dean choked out, keeping his eyes on his own reflection behind her head. How much did she know, and if she knew, then why did he deserve to be saved?

Ariel observed his body language, he was panicking. His hard expression, the clenched jaw, and his eyes screaming help. "You remind me of someone I knew long ago...When I visited earth. He and his brother were plagued with many problems just like you." The angel's eyes looked off into the distance as she reminisced about old times. "He was a gentle soul...but then darkness overwhelmed him. He was no longer the man, I knew." She added.

Dean furrowed his brows and finally looked her in the eyes when he addressed her. "Did you try and save him too?"

That question made Ariel smile. "Yes...but he pushed me away."

Dean folded his arms over his chest and gave her a slight nod. He stored this information deep in his brain, perhaps it would be needed at a much later date. "What was his name?"

"Cain." She mumbled.

The green-eyed beauty pursed his lips. "Wow, you must be very old."

Ariel snorted at his observation. "Yes, well, I was made after creation." She teased.

Dean's eyes lit up as her laughter filled the air, cutting through the tension that remained. If he could make her laugh all the time, he would. "Well, I should get out of your hair."

"Oh, yeah, okay." To be honest, She really didn't want him to leave, but she knew that if he watched her bathe, erotic human things would ensue. "Could you help me down from the sink?"

Fuck. Dean was 100% sure he wasn't ready to touch her or make any kind of physical contact. The constant buzzing in his ears urged him to make contact with her any way possible, but he was stubborn and skeptic. Fuck it. The hunter slowly advanced toward the injured angel and hesitantly held out his hands.

"You remind me so much of them..." Ariel whispered as her fingertips grazed his jawline. It was apparent Dean had no idea who she was referring to, but that didn't matter. She shut her eyes once Dean nestled himself between her legs. Ariel furrowed her eyebrows as the heat pooled between her legs, and a tight sensation filled her stomach.

She had no idea her vessel would react in such a way, she was never on earth long enough to feel the intense passion humans shared.

Dean parted his lips and withdrew a sharp breath as his fingers finally grazed over her thigh. The hunter's calloused fingers clasped around the woman's hips, digging into the skin. He almost forgot that she didn't have anything on under the shirt, he cursed himself.

The buzzing grew crescendoed behind their ears, the closer they became.

Dean squeezed the angel's hips as he pulled her close to him. It was almost instinctive for her to wrap her legs around his waist. Ariel pressed herself to the human, tossing her arms over his shoulders and pulling his face to hers.

"Dean?" A voice came from outside the bathroom. Dean stumbled back and finally let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding. They could never become one no matter how hard they tried, which infuriated him. Dean cleared his throat and hurriedly left the space.

. . .

(Ariel's hunting outfit)

When Sam came back to the motel, finding Travis alone and sitting at the table with a suspicious look on his face. "Dean?"

The hazel-eyed hunter could hear a small thud emanate from behind the bathroom door. The sound made his head whip over to the door. His brother wasn't doing anything he shouldn't; he was just helping her, right? Sam unpacked the shopping bag.

Dean exited the bathroom with a flustered expression. "Ariel is- uh, awake now.." He mumbled to Sam before hustling over to the kitchenette and gulping down the rest of his beer.

Sam's eyes darted over to the bathroom door as a tiny figure emerged. Her minor injuries vanished, except for the large 'Fallen.' Seeing that word on her made him angry, and he swore to himself that whoever was the culprit would wish they were dead sooner. No one should be treated that way.

Ariel bestowed a grimace expression as her eyes examined the three men. She said nothing as she took the clothes and undergarments from Sam.

After twenty minutes had passed, Ariel stepped from the lavatory. Her hair was messy and pushed back; the ends also flipped to reflect a 70s hairstyle. She sported a tan, corduroy jacket over a black long-sleeved shirt. On her lower half, a pair of snug-fit, bell-bottomed, denim jeans accompanied by heeled, dark-brown, combat boots. She made sure to tuck in her shirt; it seemed to look better on her curvaceous physique.

All eyes were on her.

Dean jealously cleared his throat, "Alright, let's roll."

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[mystwright]

Lone Wolf PT.2

Characters: You and Taehyung (V)

Word Count: 3542

Genre: Fluff/ Smut

PT. 1 here PT.3 Here 

Chemistry felt like it was taking longer than usual to end. As you sat staring at your teacher lecture about chemical bonds, you couldn't help thinking about what happened earlier between the three of you. Maybe Tae was used to remarks like that by now, but you couldn’t stand the idea of that.

It was true that he had a rather bad reputation… but you found out through time that majority of them were all lies and rumors made by tasteless peers… peers who included some of your “closest” friends. A bad guy… some might say about Tae... But really, he was just someone people could point their fingers at and blame when something went wrong because he seemed to fit the mold.

“Ionic bonds” Your teacher continued. “I’m sure you have all heard about this before. When opposite charges attract, those atoms bond together to form a molecule”

You stared at the powerpoint and thought about what your teacher had just said. In a way, the bond he spoke of kinda felt like the relationship you had with Tae. Complete opposites.. Yet when you two were together.. It felt so right.

You laughed at yourself for a second. Only you would use your relationship as an example to help you study for any upcoming test.  All this thinking about him though just made you realize how badly you wanted to see him already.

You took a glance at the clock and saw that 10 minutes still remained. Now was your chance to put your plan in action. After months of using your phones secretly in class, you and your friends were now self proclaimed pros at not getting caught. You swiped your phone open and began a new text message.

*Hey Jess, I won't be able to make it to the meeting today. I’m not feeling too well… even missed English earlier... Could you take some notes for me since I can’t make it?*

Your phone buzzed immediately and you almost burst out laughing from her response.

*I knew that blueberry muffin seemed suspicious! I told you not to eat it!* She replied.

*I’m sorry! I’ll only listen to you from now on* You texted back.

*Damn right Y/N! God, you’re so lucky to have me in your life! And don’t you worry, I’ll take notes for you.*

*Thank you*

You saw that you still had 3 unread messages from Jin. You contemplated just deleting them but then you didn't. Even if he was an asshole to Tae…. He was just being a concerned friend, right? He didn't know of your relationship with him… In fact, no one did.

*Y/N, I heard that you weren't feeling well, let me know if you need anything*

*Class is almost over. I wrote the HW down for you.*

*Where are you Y/N?”

You figured the last message was what sent him on a mission to find you since you never replied.

You turned your phone off and stared at the clock again. One minute remained and so you began to pack your bag. Looking at it reminded you of Tae carrying it, and you couldn’t help but smile and wonder what the two of you would be doing later that day.

As soon as the bell rung, the school’s hallways were filled with students trying to leave and get home. You took your time walking down the hall to the parking lot because you didn't want to make yourself seem suspicious. You and Tae had a secret meeting spot that was more than a few blocks away from campus and you didn't need to have anyone seeing or following you there.

With your phone in your hand, you texted Tae as you sat in your car waiting for it to warm up.

*What are we gonna be doing today?*

*It’s a surprise ;) * He texted back.

Such a tease, you thought to yourself.

*I’m gonna head home and shower real quick. I’ll see you in a bit, okay?*

*A shower sounds good. I guess I’ll go take one too…Or maybe we could take one together? Save water?*

You were ready to throw your phone out the window.

*OMG* You texted back.

*I’m joking Y/N! I’m an idiot. Please don’t take me seriously!*

You just laughed to yourself in the car.

*Like I said, in a bit,  okay?*

*Okay ;)*

At home and in your bathroom, you took a glance at yourself in the mirror as you held a small pill in your hand. Tiny bruises covered your breasts and your bum was still a little red. You checked to make sure there were no marks on your neck or arms. You would have no idea how to explain that to your family or friends if they saw. Overall though, he did a really good job of not marking you anywhere visible. You took the pill and then stepped into the shower and wondered if you left any marks on him.

The place where you and Tae met up was nowhere special except to you and him. It was the town’s run down drive in theatre that no one ever came to visit anymore. You pulled in and saw Tae parked in his black mustang. Once he saw you, he got out of his car to meet you. As he walked over, you ran up to kiss him.

“Did you miss me that much Y/N?” He asked smiling.

You nodded and he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I wanted to apologize for what happened earlier…” You began

“Don’t worry about it Y/N” He said stopping you.

“But..”

“Really, Y/N. Let’s just forget about it. You’re here and I’m here. That’s all that matters” He kissed you on your forehead again. “Come on, I have something I want to show you. But we need to start driving there now if we want to get you back home in time.”

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“Swimming” He said with a smirk.

In his car, you looked at Tae and wondered where he was actually taking you guys. He was being awfully quiet. Too quiet.

“Tae”

“Humm” 

“I don't have a swimsuit.. And neither do you, right?”

“Right”

“We’re not going skinny dipping, right?” You asked.

Tae began to laugh.

“Tae!”

He looked over at you.

“You’re just so cute sometime Y/N. We’re not going skinny dipping… unless you want to some other time?”

You shook your head.

“Noooo! I’ve heard horror stories about skinny dipping before.”

“Like what?” He asked as he turned the steering wheel.

“Things like people getting sick.. getting pink eye or somehow the flu from the water… people getting caught... Having their stuff stolen and having to walk around naked outdoors. It just doesn't seem fun!”

Tae laughed again and you couldn't help but smile.

“Don't worry Y/N, we will never go skinny dipping then.”

“Thank god” You replied.

You looked outside the window.

“Hey! I know where we are! We're at the college campus, aren't we?”

“You've been here before?”

“Only once for a quick tour. We weren't here very long. 30 minutes at most to get an interview from a professor”

“Oh good, for a second I thought you might have already seen where I was going to take you.”

“No idea!” You replied.

Tae pulled up to a parking station to grab a parking pass and winked at you.

“We’re gonna need one of these so we don't get a ticket”

Once he found a parking spot, he grabbed a black bag from his back seat and then motioned for you to take his hand.

“Come on Y/N”

Walking on the college campus with Tae felt like a completely different experience. Here, no one knew who you were and so you both were able to walk around and hold hands. No one judged you or Tae. If you were back at school, everyone would talk. Here, you were just free. 

“Tae, wait”

“What is it Y/N?”

You moved up to him and gave him a kiss in the middle of the campus while students continued to walk around.

“What was that for?” He asked.

“This is our first time really out in public together… and that was our first kiss out in public.” You replied. “It's a little cheesy, I know, but I couldn't help it”

Like earlier, Tae moved his forehead to yours. It was a small notion, but it was one you enjoyed so much.

He lifted your lips to his and kissed you again.

“And that was our second kiss out in public” He replied.

The two of you made it to the edge of the campus. 

“Just a little more Y/N.”

He led you through a small open field and then through what seemed to be  a man made trail.

“ Are you getting tired?”

“No, I’m fine, but what's out here?”

“Just a few more steps and you’ll see”

You took a glance ahead and then you saw it. In the middle of the field was a giant abandoned swimming pool.

“Woah! What is this place?”

Tae smiled.

“Back in the early 90’s, swimming was all the rage here. But once they started winning more competitions, the board felt the need to build a bigger and better pool. This one eventually became abandoned… kinda like our movie theatre.”

Despite the age, the empty pool still seemed to have life. Somehow, small flower patches had begun to grow inside and the walls were covered with beautiful works of graffiti.

“Ready for a dive?” He asked. “There's a ladder over here”

You both climbed down and you continued to look around in awe.

“Did you do these?” You asked referring to the graffiti. You ran your hand across the empty pool’s wall and tried to imagine how he probably spent countless hours creating all the art down there.

He seemed a little embarrassed.

“I did. Sorry, they're nothing impressive. Just something I did to pass the time when I was bored and by myself.”

“No need to apologize, I think you did a great job. Could you teach me?” You asked.

A giant grin grew on his face.

“Let me grab the bottles out of my bag”

“This was your plan all along, wasn't it?” You asked smiling.

“Maybe” He said as he grinned again.

Out of his black bag, he grabbed two spray cans.

“Red or yellow…. Which color do you want?”

“Red!”

He handed you the can.

“Oh, one more thing Y/N.”

He went back to rummaging his bag.

“Here.”

“What is it?

“A face mask so you won't inhale the fumes. I won't be able to see your pretty lips but I'll still get to see your pretty eyes”

You could feel yourself turning red from his words. “How will I kiss you now?” You asked after you put the mask on.

He shook his head and laughed.

“Ah, Y/N, what am I going to do with you? You're making me lose my cool here”

He put his mask on and then grabbed the can and motioned for you to do the same.

“You're gonna want to shake the can first like this and then aim towards the wall. When you're ready, push down on the nozzle”

After demonstrating what he said you did the same.

“Oh! This isn’t too hard!”

“Let's try to make a flower”

He outlined some petals and you did the same.

As you traced the outline of the petals, Tae couldn't take his eyes off of you. You looked so determined not to fail but you were already perfect in every way. He wanted nothing more than to take your mask off and kiss you again.

“How am I doing?” You asked.

“Better than me” He replied.. And he meant it. Everything just came so effortlessly to you.

You felt proud and continued to spray paint the wall. “Could we get in trouble for doing this?” You asked.

“Probably”

“What?!?”

From behind you, Tae put the spray bottle down and then wrapped his arms around you and laughed.

“You’re bad Y/N. Admit it.”

He took his mask off and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Never.” You replied.

He nuzzled his face into your neck and then began to leave a trail of small kisses down your neck.

“You sure about that?”

You lifted the spray can and tried to distract yourself from what he was trying to do.

“Yep! Now stop trying to bother me! I'm trying to work” You replied…. but he was determined to make you admit it and you were glad he was. Moments like these were hard to come by and so you enjoyed every moment.

His hands traveled over your lightly clothed body and you cursed at yourself for changing into this thin t shirt. He continued to kiss your neck and then he ran his hands under your shirt and gently grabbed your breasts. You let out a small moan and he continued.

He lightly bit your neck.

“Admit it Y/N”

He pulled your bra down and teasingly rubbed and pinched your nipples.

Momentarily lost in bliss, you dropped the spray can and jumped up, scarring the both of you. Two loud screams echoed through the pool. You glanced over to Tae and couldn't help but laugh at how scared he looked.

You readjusted your clothes and then took off your face mask.

“Are you okay?” You asked.

“Holy crap Y/N, I think I just had a heart attack”

“That's what you get for teasing me”

You looked at each other again and started laughing. You went up to him and hugged him.

“Alright Y/N, ready to head home? It's getting pretty late” He asked as he looked at his watch.

“Already? But we just got here?”

You hugged him tighter.

“If I'm being honest, no. I still wanna be here with you”

“Sorry it takes so long to get here but we gotta get you home before you get in trouble” He reminded you. “I promise you that we'll come back one day when we have more time.”

“Just a little longer? The flower we made looks too lonely by itself….”

You began to pout and Tae couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

“Let's meet up again tomorrow” He replied.

“Tomorrow after school?” You asked with a smile.

He shook his head.

“Ah, I didn't finish Y/N… Early in the morning. You and me. Are you up for it?”

Your smile turned into a pout. “How early are we talking?

“Early early.”

“Before school?”

“Earlier”

You dug your face into his chest. “But you know I love sleep” You replied.

He backed away slowly and lifted your face up to meet his. “And I know you love me”

Holy shit. You thought to yourself. Did he just use the L word on you?

You needed to distract yourself from what he just said.

“What's there to do so early in the morning?”

Tae smiled.

“You'd be surprised. So are you up for it?”

“If it means being able to spend more time with you…. then yes”

“Perfect. I'll pick you up. Now let's go. I want you to get lots of rest!”

The walk back to his car was sweet to say the least. You both continued to hold hands and even stopped to look around every now and then to see what was going on around campus.

“Look, there's a little pop up shop! Could we stop by real quick?” You asked.

You both walked up to the booth and you couldn't help but be in awe at the dream catchers that were on sale.

“Do you have a lot of bad dreams?” Tae asked.

“When I first moved here I did. But then I met you and now my dreams are really happy! Before that though, I just have always wanted one anyways”

You continued looking around.

“They have posters too!”

You sprinted off before Tae could reply. As you browsed the posters, he went up to the owner of the booth.

“Will you be here tomorrow?” Tae asked.

“Oh yes! The booth is usually set up by 11 am and I stay here until about 6 or 7.. depending on if I get any help putting everything away”

“I see. Thank you” Tae replied.

He walked over to you.

“See anything you like?”

“I love them all!” You replied with a smile. “But I think this one would look great in my room!” You said as you held up an all too familiar painting.

“One of my favorite artists” He replied.

“I remember you telling me that. I like his art too”

You put the poster back down and smiled at him. “Okay, I'm really ready to go this time”

“You sure Y/N? You said that last time and then we had to stop and grab a drink” He replied laughing.

“But you were thirsty too! And besides… it was a nice little rest! We walked so much today!”

“If you're tired Y/N, I can carry you”

He got closer to you and you could tell what he was planning.

“No, I'm fine! Don't you dare!” You said as you backed away.

But it was too late. He picked you up in his arms and couldn't help but laugh as you protested.

“I'm too heavy for you to carry!”

“Nonsense Y/N. You're perfect. I could carry you for days”

You looked at him and couldn't help but laugh with him. He gave you a kiss and then put you down.

During the drive home, you couldn't help but look at him every now and then as he drove you back to the drive in. There was just something about how the light hit his sun kissed skin that made you swoon. Forget the posters you saw today you thought. Tae was living art and all he was doing was driving. 

Due to the time, at the drive in you both said your goodbyes and then quickly parted ways after a few kisses.

*Sorry for the rushed goodbye. I'll give you a time later today* He texted

*Sounds good! Now go get some sleep!*

*It’s only 7 Y/N….”

*Shhhhhhh* You texted back.

“You're a little late today” Your mom said as you got in. “Dinner has been ready for quite some time now” 

“Sorry, I know. I should have texted you but we were stuck debating what theme prom should be. Do you have any ideas mom?”

You knew talking about school always made your mom excited.

“I always liked Masquerades!”

“Oh! I didn't think of that! I'll have to let the group know”

“Who are you thinking of going to prom with?” She asked. “How about that handsome boy I met that one time... What was his name? Oh! Jin!”

Ah. of course your mom would suggest him.

“I don't know. I mean, I haven't really thought about it yet, mom. I don't even know if I want to go”

“What!?” Your mom asked. “Prom is going to be one of those things you'll always remember and get to talk about later. Take me for example… I went to prom, and I don't regret it at all!”

“Oh gosh mom, I guess I’ll have to think about it some more then.”

“What’s wrong with Jin? Why don’t you want to go with him? If he asked me out, I’d say yes!”

“Oh my god Mom! Stop!”

“Well, what is it then?”

You knew why but now just wasn’t the time to let her know about you and Tae yet.

“I’m just too busy at the moment to think about this. Actually, I just remembered that I have a paper to write. Is it okay if I have dinner in my room tonight?”

“You know I hate it when you eat in your room… but I suppose it'll be okay just for tonight. I know you've been busy with school lately. Don't make this a habit though!”

“Thanks mom.” You grabbed a plate and ran to your room.

Inside your room, you hardly touched your food. Instead, you laid in bed and thought about you and Tae. You wondered how your mom would feel if she ever met him. Would she like him just as much as she liked Jin? Or would she be disappointed that he wasn't this seeming perfect human being?

Your phone went off and you finally saw a new text from Tae.

*How does 2 AM sound?*

*I don't think that's early enough* You texted back. *JK I should probably go to bed now then*

*Get lots of rest love* He texted.

There was the L word again.

*Alrighty! Good night Tae*

*Good night Y/N*

After returning your dish, you got back to your room to get ready. For once in your life, you were glad you lived down stairs. You left your window open just wide enough so it could fit you because you knew that opening it later probably wouldn't be a good idea. You got your outfit ready and then got in bed and turned on your alarm.

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