#I don’t wanna be anxious all night watching the leads go back and forth

[slashthrashandcrash]

My fellow Americans. Godspeed.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Girl’s Trip

This is a fic for my girl @goddessofthundathighs

Warnings: SMUT

They had to endure a 33 hr 5 min flight to Bali with one stop on the way. Duchess woke up from her third nap to a message over the intercom about landing. Heiress was staring out of the window next to her with a half eating snack in her hand. Aqua and Erik sat across from them. Aqua is asleep in an awkward position that will have her neck hurting when she wakes up and Erik is playing a round of solitaire on the PC behind the seat before him. He has his hood up and his thick fingers kept swiping over the screen to finish the game. Duchess watched out of boredom and giggled slightly when he lost. Erik kissed his teeth and sat back in his seat. He could still hear Duchess loud and clear so he turned towards her with a crease in his brow.

“Me losing is that funny?” He said with annoyance.

“It is.” She said fighting a smile.

“It’s really not. Don’t worry about what I got going on over here.”

Erik adjusted his legs to fall open wider and his hand came down to his crotch to fix himself. Duchess caught the way he grabbed his dick and twisted downward as if she wasn’t sitting across from him. She could feel her skin warming up and an anxious feeling in her belly grow. 

“It’s Duchess, right?”

“Hm?” She blinked her eyes at him as if coming back to reality.

“Your name. It’s Duchess?”

“Yeah.”

“Who named you and your sister?”

“My mom. Why?”

Erik chuckled before turning his body slightly so he can face her.

“Just asking—”

“Duchess, you ain’t gotta answer none of his questions.”

Erik leaned forward in his seat to look past Duchess and he locked eyes with a fiery Heiress. A smirk formed on his plump lips at her obvious attitude.

“When are you gonna get over the fact that I’m on this trip?” He asked with humor lacing his voice.

“When you decide to take the next flight back to Atlanta.”

“I ain’t going no where, so I suggest you get over what ever is bothering you about me being here and deal with it.”

“Do you plan on sleeping in the same room as us?”

Erik took his eyes off of Heiress to stare at Duchess.

“Nah, I got my own suite.”

“You already know she’s sleeping with him...”

Heiress snickered with a shake of her head. Good, let Aqua stay with her man so she doesn’t have to hear all their sex every damn night. Still, Heiress wanted to know what was so special about this Erik dude that made Aqua bring him along to their Girl’s Trip.

“What is so special about you that made you come along and ruin our plans, huh?”

“Excuse me?” Erik asked with a mug on his face.

“We just wanna make sure you’re not a half ass nigga like the rest of them.”

Duchess smiled at her sister before turning to stare Erik up and down.

“First of all, y’all don’t know nothing about me or what I do. Sounds to me like y’all jealous. I bet y’all act like this every time she get a man. Judging, complaining, telling her who she should be with like y’all control her. Just admit it. And you wish you had a nigga like me, I’m that, baby.”

“Only niggas who really ain’t shit brag. What you gotta brag for? If you’re all that then show it. You do a lot of talking.”

“See, there you go again telling me about myself when you don’t even know me, girl. I don’t even know why I keep going back and forth with a bitch I don’t even know.”

Heiress was ready to say more but Aqua sat up from her sleep. She kept her last words to herself but gave Erik a death glare before sitting back in her seat.

“This was supposed to be hot girl summer.” Duchess said.

“Are we almost there?” Aqua asked while stretching.

“Yeah, we’re about to land soon,” Erik said before grabbing Aqua by her chin to give her a kiss, “I’m glad you’re up because your friends annoying as fuck, baby.”

“Leave them alone, E.”

Duchess rolled her eyes.

Things were silent for the last 20 minutes of the flight until it was time to leave the plane. Thanks to Erik already being their before, he was able to lead them towards baggage claim and their transportation to the resort. When they all arrived, Aqua, Duchess, and Heiress couldn’t believe how breathtaking the resort is. They decided to stay at the Nandini Jungle Resort and Spa in Bali. A dramatic hideaway nestled in the heart of rainforest Payangan - Ubud, Nandini Jungle Resort and Spa is a captivating destination resort that blends smoothly with its natural surroundings. The resort is situated on the mystical Ayung River. Each villa enjoys the embrace of the lush rainforest and offers stunning views from private balcony of the breathtaking Ayung gorge it allows you to reconnect with nature, rekindle your spirit and reignite your soul in this serene nature haven.

Aqua, Duchess, and Heiress made their way towards the villa they booked with Erik following closely behind carrying Aqua’s heavy luggage along with his. From the moment they arrived at this luxury spa resort, they immersed themselves in the beauty of the calm oasis, taking in the incredible sights and gentle sounds of the forest below and breathing in the fresh mountain air, bringing Joy to whoever seeks. The pure and natural environment made them forget about the hood and the struggles to make money back at home. All three women squealed with excitement when they finally entered their villa. Why couldn’t they stay for a week? Why did it have to be four nights? Duchess and Heiress dropped their bags at the door and started running throughout to explore the villa. Erik took his time with placing Aqua’s bags down before placing his hands in his hoodie pockets. He began to move his long, brawny legs, taking slow strides as his eyes took in the scenery.

“This is my room right here!”

Erik watched as Heiress flopped down on the bed she claimed, her breasts bouncing and her thighs jiggling each time she rolled around on the bed.

She sat up with a huge grin on her face before grabbing her phone to snap a few pictures. A slap to Erik’s arm has him staring down at Aqua as she wrapped her arms around his tapered waistline. She could feel every solid muscle through his hoodie.

“Last chance, I can come stay with you in your room.” Aqua said with a bat of her lashes.

“Nah, I want you to enjoy being with your friends. I’ll be down the hall. You can come see me whenever.”

Aqua poked out her lip and whimpered into Erik’s chest. He chuckled a little before reaching his hand down to cuff her booty. He had to bend his body to reach her ass because of the drastic height difference.

“In front of my door, really?”

Heiress walked over and gave Erik one final look of pure disgust before shutting her door. Aqua shook her head at her friends antics.

“She’s always like this? Rude as hell?”

ONLY WHEN I DONT LIKE YOU!

Heiress shouted from the other side of the door. Aqua pulled Erik away towards her room.

“Only because you’re here. Once she gets some drinks in her system and a bath she’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, she need something cuz she been on 100 popping off on me since that phone call...”

“Heiress can be...she can be a little snippy with men in general. She used to be in love with this guy named Odell. You couldn’t tell her shit about him. He could be a bum and a good for nothing fool and she’ll still love that nigga. He messed around on her so many times and she finally had a breaking point when he slept with someone in her family and got them pregnant. Ever since then she’s been on this ‘fuck a nigga, take their money’ type of wave.”

“How about Duchess? She seems more laid back than her sister.”

Aqua laid back on her bed and Erik joined her lying on his side.

“She’s a wild card too. She may come off as sweet and innocent but she’s really a freak! I mean, Heiress is too but Duchess...she’s done some crazy things. Homie hopping for one.”

“Duchess?!” Erik said with a bewildered expression.

“Almost got into it with her because I found out she used to mess around with a guy I talked to about a year ago. She swears it was before me but...I don’t know. When she wants something, she gets it and she will charm her way into anything. Her and Heiress are a dynamic duo. I call them the City Girls of Hotlanta.”

“And you’re just in between all of this, huh? No wild stories about you?”

“I’m the innocent one!”

“You’re friends with two strippers and you mean to tell me you don’t have ANY stories? None?”

“Truly, babe!”

“I don’t believe that for a second. If I didn’t come on this trip what would y’all have been doing?”

Erik bites his lip and his eyelids dropped lower to seduce Aqua. Aqua started giggling as she bashfully turned away from him to hide her blush. Their was no hiding the crimson of her cheeks when they heated up from being aroused.

“Don’t gotta lie to me, ma. Tell me the wildest shit y’all ever did together.”

Erik slid closer to Aqua on the bed and brought one of his hands up to slip beneath her shirt. Aqua let’s put a shuddering exhale from the tickle of his finger tips against her flesh. The hair on her arms stuck up like static electricity struck it and her nipples became stiff peaks.

“One time...we went to Jamaica...”

“Uh-huh, go on...”

Erik lifted Aqua’s shirt up to reveal her sports bra. He could see her hardened nipples visibly. He growled low in his throat like a primal animal before wrapping his plush lips around her left nipple through her bra. His saliva felt hot against her chest and she arched her back to feed him more. His teeth yanked on her bra and his eyes never left hers.

“We...we got drunk at Mocha Fest and went back to our hotel room with a few of our other friends and...fucked all night.”

“I knew it...I knew you got down like that...tryna play innocent...you like pussy in your mouth?”

“Yes...I’m not Bi though, just Bi-curious...”

“So you had Duchess and Heiress pussy in your mouth? Nasty...”

“Yes...mmm...Duchess sat on my face first...then Heiress made me eat it from the back.”

“FUCK,” Erik kissed along Aqua’s neck, “what about the other girls?”

“Heiress recorded them sucking and licking all over my titties and then they took turns eating my pussy while I was blind folded. It was a game where I had to guess who was eating my pussy...”

“That shit is sexy as fuck, Aqua. I bet that pussy was dripping all over the fucking place.”

“Yes, daddy—”

“They don’t make it drip like I do though...Take these off so I can remind you.”

Aqua sat up on the bed, her eyes focused on her open room door. She couldn’t hear Duchess or Heiress nearby so she figured they were taking a nap or a shower. Erik grabbed Aqua’s chin and brought his lips to hers before taking his teeth to nibble on her bottom lip. He released the flesh slowly before his thick tongue appeared to taste her. 

“Hurry up. I want that pussy.”

Aqua had her bottoms pushed down to her feet and she isn’t wearing any panties. She’s completely waxed and smooth. 

“Let me see that pink pussy.”

Aqua takes her fingers to pry her pussy open for him to see. All that talk about eating pussy in Jamaica has Aqua gushing. Erik got up from the bed and took off his hoodie. His arms looked beefy and powerful from all the hard work in the gym. The cut and sculpt of his abs has Aqua lusting to lick him all over and feel the raised scars on his skin along her hard clit. Erik planted his eyes between Aqua’s legs and licked his lips. Right there like a juicy peach was that pussy. Labia sitting wide open, clit hard, slit shining from her natural lubricant. She leaked that natural honey generously. So generous that her inner thighs and outer pussy glistened. Erik palmed his erection and bit down on his hard. From the look in his eyes and the change in his breathing pattern Aqua knew that he wanted to punish her pussy and didn’t care who heard. 

“Damn, girl.”

Aqua had her knees to her chest. The only thing that missing was her breasts out for him to suck and lick all over. Her pretty toes curled and her long manicured nails against the flesh of her pussy was a beautiful sight. 

“No wonder why them bitches took turns eating your pussy. Goddamn.”

She shuddered.

Erik came back to the bed, falling onto his belly and bringing his face between her legs. His mouth attacked her pussy. No pause. No waiting. No hesitation. He licked up all the mess she made with his thick tongue. She couldn’t even look at him while he ate it. She never could because his eyes are so intense. One look and she’ll wet his face up and damn near drown him.

“Look at this wet ass pussy,” he said between licks and sucks, “fuck, you sitting this pussy on my mouth anytime I want it, hear me?”

“Yes!” She moaned out while gripping his dreads in her fist. 

“Pussy so sweet. Want me to stick my tongue in here?” His fingers made there way inside of her now. She took in a sharp breath before throwing her head back. Erik twisted two fingers in and out of Aqua slowly so she could feel how thick they are. 

“Fuck, yes.”

“Who make this pussy cum? who this pussy belong to? huh?”

She whimpered.

“Fix your face.”

“You, daddy. It’s yours. It’s your pussy!”

He fingered her pussy until she could no longer take it. Her hand came down to grab at his wrist from the way he tortured her spot with the pads of his fingers. Erik was finger fucking her with his eyes watching his every move. Each time she moaned he would say mhm. Aqua’s hips elevated from the bed but Erik’s hand coming upwards to harshly spank her ass brought her hips back down.

“Damn, Daddy!” she groaned, “You’re punishing my pussy!”

“That’s right, bitch,” her pussy was making sounds now, “you hear all that? pussy talking back? she want me to keep going?”

“Push your tongue in my pussy,” Aqua pushed her pussy into Erik’s face. Erik forces her back, wrapping his arms around her thighs to keep her still. He went to work sucking on her labia and clit. She could feel him tugging on her sensitive flesh all over her body. The urge to cum came so fast. Erik just kept on sucking and sucking. She could hear his lips and the wet sounds her pussy made. Aqua’s head extend back as if she didn’t have control of her neck while her eyes fluttered repeatedly.

“Yes, Daddy! Yes, Daddy! Oh my gosh! Daddy! I’m cumming!”

She felt Erik wrap his whole mouth over her pussy. Her shouts and cries went unnoticed to him. He didn’t care how sensitive she was. Now, he was slurping her up again and rubbing patterns over her clit. He sat up and started eating from the side. His tongue went in a circular motion with his nose pressed against her mound. The moment he opened his eyes, He could see Duchess watching from the doorway. She stared at him wide-eyed and frozen. Her eyes had to burn from not blinking. Erik just simply stared right back at her. He didn’t even need to look at Aqua’s pussy he already knew she was close to cumming again with her cries alone. Erik could feel her labia and clit poke out into swollen fleshy folds against his lips. Grabbing a handful of Aqua’s ass, Erik loudly slurped on her pussy. Duchess clamped her upper teeth down on her bottom lip tightly to control herself so she wouldn’t make any noise. Her hands started roaming all over her body and into her hair. The way she was reacting to Erik’s pussy eating skills she probably would risk it all and join in. 

“Hold your fucking pussy lips open, now.” Erik commanded.

Aqua did as she was told with shaking fingers and now her entire clit and labia were there for better access. He could suck on this pussy all night long.

“Feels so good. But it’s too much!” She cries.

She felt herself cumming again. Erik didn’t slow down his motions. She was going to explode. He didn’t look away from Duchess and the strength of his hands on Aqua’s ass controlled her movements since she was trying to run away from him. 

“Daddy, please!” Aqua begged him, trying to push his head away. Erik was too strong for her. 

“Oooooh!” She shook with his fingers still on her, “oooooh! Fuck!”

She gave Erik what he wanted again. He licked his fingers and lips clean. Erik even put his tongue on her pussy again to clean her off. The minute he placed his tongue inside of her to clean her out some more, Aqua’s walls tightened around his tongue. He craved her pussy. It was so sweet and juicy.

“You know you can’t fight me off this my fucking pussy.”

He was making her cum again.

“Daddy! My pussy!” She cries.

“Cum in my mouth, bitch!”

“OH MY GOD!”

“You know exactly what the fuck I want now, right?!”

While Aqua tried to control her breathing and come down from her orgasmic zenith, Erik pulled his ball shorts down and the question swimming around in Duchess’ mind since being on the plane was finally answered. He doesn’t have any underwear on. She almost dropped to her knees and crawled to him with her tongue poked out and oozing saliva. There was no point in denying her attraction to Erik. From the moment she first saw him through her phone talking shit her mind and body wanted him. Not a slice, no, the entire fucking cake. If Heiress wasn’t taking a bath currently she would be watching right along with her. She couldn’t wait to tell her sister about it. His dick is long and fat and she blushed from how meaty it is. Veiny, rock hard, wet at the tip, and big balls to match. Her throat is open and eager for that huge dick. To climb on top of that...

“Time for me to get in that pussy, turn that ass around and arch your back, Aqua.”

She did as she was told and Erik’s massively strong body blocked her from seeing Duchess watching. Duchess couldn’t explain how she currently felt. Wet? soaked? drenched? definitely creamy. Erik turned his back to Duchess and grabbed his dick in his hand. Aqua could see his heavy sack between his muscular thighs. His glutes clenched when he dipped his hips and Aqua’s cries almost made Duchess moan right along with her. 

“Move your hand.”

Duchess could hear how wet Aqua’s pussy is each time Erik’s hips collided with her cheeks. He was talking his shit and Duchess loved how nasty his mouth is. 

“Let me get in there...come on...stay right there...uh-huh...this why you wanted me on this trip...and you loud as fuck too your home girls can hear all that crying and whining you doing shut up.”

Erik bottomed out balls deep in Aqua. She could feel his strength and power deep inside of her. Duchess had to squeeze her thighs shut. His dick is big and difficult for Aqua to take so she couldn’t imagine how her pussy would feel with his dick thrusting inside without shaking beneath him. She’d never had a plowing like this before from a man. 

“Nothing makes me harder than watching this little pussy take all this dick. Your friends ain’t make you cream like this in Jamaica.”

Duchess was taken aback by Erik’s words. So, Aqua told him about their drunken experimenting in Jamaica? Did she mention how Heiress pulled out her strap and fucked Aqua so good that she passed out on the veiny, ten inch, hot pink dildo? Duchess could see the way his veiny meat glistened with Aqua’s cream and squirt. She could understand why sharp moans escaped her lips. She’s full and feeling good. The beauty of witnessing her pussy stretch and accommodate all of him was a beautiful site to see. That’s something that can’t be made up. 

“Daddy, I’m cumming!”

Erik grabbed her by her curly bun and drilled her harder. Ever muscle in his body worked in conjunction to push that dick deeper. 

“Yes, yes, yes,yes,yes,yes,yes!”

That’s all Aqua could say before Erik’s heavy hand yanking her head back. He stroked her a few more times before slipping out and stroking himself. Erik’s heavy load covered Aqua’s ass and her back. Aqua collapsed on the bed while Erik took a seat next to her. He’s covered in sweat and his locs are pressed against his forehead. With each heavy breath he took his eyes burned into Duchess’ and that dick of his stood tall like a metal rod. He wasn’t finished. Duchess licked her lips before walking away. She did it just in time since Aqua turned to face Erik with a serene smile.

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Heiress could hear them from the bathroom and even though she told herself that she didn’t want to she tuned in while rubbing her pussy. What kind of dick does this man possess to make Aqua speak in tongues like that? Heiress tried to shut it out with her eyes closed and the smell of the tropics surrounding her from the open window but it was hard. She didn’t think she would be tweaking her clit to their sex. Her fingers worked her swollen clit until she squirted in her bath. when her pussy submerged in the warm bath she giggled to herself in disbelief. Luckily, they stopped fucking so she could finish her bath and not be tempted to make herself cum again. After her bath, Heiress entered her room to moisturize her body and put on a sexy black swimsuit. 

She caught a glimpse of the pool and she wanted to take a dip before dinner and drinks. As soon as she was dressed for the occasion, Duchess entered her room in a rush and closed the door behind her. She walked up to Heiress and pulled her down to the bed. 

“Bitch, did you hear them fucking?!”

“Of course I did. All that Unh! Oh! Offf! Uhm! I mean who couldn’t hear it? She loud as fuck.”

“Girl...you heard it...but I saw the whole dame thing.”

Heiress ducked her chin and gave her sister a shocked look.

“You’re telling me that you saw the entire thing? they didn’t see you?!”

“Erik did! and he kept those sexy ass eyes on me the whole time I stood there! girl...you said you wanna know why she can’t get off his dick for a weekend? if only you saw what I saw.”

Heiress took in the sight of her sister’s flushed chocolate skin and shaky breaths.

“Damn, it was that good?!”

“Bitch, good ain’t even the word! this nigga got a big dick and he can eat some pussy! he was eating, slurping, spitting, fingering, sucking—digging all up in her pussy with his dick—you should have seen it.”

Heiress simpered. She continued to listen to what her sister had to say while trying to calm the way her clit throbbed like a heart beat. 

“Shit, he can go ahead and devour me!” Heiress said with a half smile. 

“Sis, this motherfucker should write a book the way he ate that kat I was shook! Had me standing there quivering.”

“I need some attack head like that,” Heiress fanned herself, “He love to lick pussy I’ll sit all this weight on his face he can have it!”

“Drink up, King,” Duchess brought a hand down between her legs to smooth over her pussy as she grind her hips. 

“Eat that Kat, Erik!” Heiress laughed.

“Let’s not forget the balls deep strokes. Girl, the entire time I’m watching, I’m thinking in the back of my mind like...why she not throwing it back?”

“I would flex my hips and bring all this ass back on him! what is wrong with her?!”

“You ain’t gonna believe this. She told him about Jamaica!”

“She did?!” Heiress brought a hand up to her mouth.

“Yes! I think that’s why he was looking at me the way he was because damn he look like he wanted a piece of this too! sitting on the bed stroking that big dick like he was waiting for me to come in there. Girl, you should have seen it!”

Heiress hung her head and whimpered. If she wasn’t in the bath for half an hour she would have. Yes, Erik annoys her and yes, she wanted to compare him to the sound of nails on a chalkboard but who was she kidding? She’s into him and now she wants to fuck on him too. Aqua should have left him back in Atlanta. 

“And you know I don’t give a fuck, Duchess, I’ll fuck on him.”

“Same!” 

“But I gotta see for myself. Just because she crazy over it don’t mean I’ll feel the same way.”

“Heiress, sometimes it be the nigga you least expect that fuck you like a dawg! He might have a lot of mouth but he can sure as hell back it up!”

“Dick got Aqua swearing she in love and shit,” Heiress rolled her eyes.

“I don’t blame her. But anyway, I wonder what he’ll say since he saw me watching.”

“I’ll tell you what to do, sis, act like nothing happened. He’ll probably try to approach you about it. Just ignore that nigga!”

“As long as he keep that big dick in his pants I’ll ignore him. What about you, sis?”

“Same thing. I’m sure he knows that you told me already. Just because I want to see for myself doesn’t he won’t get on my nerves.”

“Okay, that’s the plan then. Let’s see if it works.”

Heiress gave Duchess a dismissive wave of her hand, “we got this. Plus, it’s not like we can get him alone anyway she’ll be glued to that nigga dick all vacay.”

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Erik entered his Jungle Royal Suite with a raw beauty of the rain forest. It’s elegantly decorated and filled with luxurious furnishings. He carried his bags to his master bedroom overlooking a stunning jungle and garden view bathed in the sunset. He took a peek into the bathroom and noticed an outdoor bath and rain shower. Erik left Aqua snoring naked on her bed with his dried cum on her ass and back. While he was leaving the suite, he hoped to run into Duchess and call her out on watching them. She didn’t bother to walk away or apologize for invading their privacy. Instead, she stood their and kept her eyes on him. That shit turned Erik on badly and it had his dick solid and ready for multiple rounds especially if it included her. Duchess is a bad bitch. Little petite girls like her get picked up and pounded. He wondered what her skills are but she got a look in her eye like she knows how to fuck. She puts on a front as if she’s shy but Aqua confirmed that she’s a big freak. Erik’s dick had the front of his ball shorts tented and no matter how hard he tried it wouldn’t go down. Erik exited his room to check out the mini bar for a drink. He found imported wine and he knew it would be expensive but he had the money. He grabbed a bottle of red wine and found a corkscrew. As soon as he opened the bottle, He drank from it without a glass. 

Outside of his suite, Erik could hear women giggling. With his bottle, he walked towards the entrance to his suite to figure out who it was. When he peered out into the hall, Erik could make out Duchess and Heiress walking in their swimsuits. Before he could even think about what he was about to do, Erik opened his door and entered the hall. They stopped and looked back to see him in the doorway with a bottle in his hand. They shared a look before turning in his direction. Erik’s eyes crept over Duchess wearing a black monokini with a plunging neckline and a black over sized straw hat. 

He checked out Heiress next and those plentiful curves stood out in the black one piece suit she wore with her hair tied back with a printed silk scarf. They both looked sexy standing there with annoyed expressions. He didn’t even open his mouth to speak and already they were giving him dirty looks. He elevated a brow at Duchess specifically for glowering at him after she was prepared to take dick like her friend. Slowly, a smile formed on Erik’s handsome face and Duchess looked away quickly. 

“Ya’ll headed to the pool?” 

“What does it look like?” Heiress quipped.

“Without Aqua?”

“She’s sleeping. Her loss.” Duchess said.

“Mind if I tag along?” 

Duchess glanced at Heiress.

“We don’t own you. If you want to come you can.” 

“Ared, girl, you ain’t gotta give me attitude, damn.” Erik’s face screwed up at Heiress.

“So, you’re going swimming in those thin ass shorts?” Duchess said with a brazen tone. 

“Nah, if ya’ll want,” Erik pushed his suite door open, “Y’all can wait for me in here and we can go down to the pool together.”

neither of them spoke as they looked at each other.

“Acting all scared. It’s just an offer. So, what’s up?”

Heiress opened her mouth to speak but Duchess beat her to it.

“That’s fine.” 

Duchess could feel Heiress staring at her with squinted eyes so she gave her sister a weak smile. 

“Well? ya’ll coming in or no?”

Heiress walked forward first with a fold of her arms before brushing past Erik and into his suite. Duchess followed behind her sister and when she did she almost gasped from the way Erik grapped her by her arm to halt her movements. he brought his lips to her ear and Duchess almost fainted from the way his warm breath felt against her ear.

“I bet that pussy still wet.”

“Duchess!”

Erik let go and closed his door. He chuckled a little at how fast Duchess walked away from him to join her sister on the couch. Erik’s gait had both women following his every movement until he entered the master bedroom. he opened his luggage and easily found a folded pair of dark green trunks. 

“Still got a problem with me being here, Heiress?”

“Yes,” She replied with a roll of her eyes.

“When you plan on getting over that? I ain’t going no where.”

“Erik, just get your trunks on so we can go, please.” Duchess said.

“Not before ya’ll fill me in on what happened in Jamaica.”

Both of their heads whipped around and there Erik stood, Naked from the waist up with his ball shorts resting low on his hips. One tug and they would be down and around his ankles.

“Aqua told me how you two ate her pussy.”

“And? so?” Heiress mouthed.

“That shit had me digging your friend out on her bed back in your suite.”

Heiress chewed on her bottom lip.

“But you already knew that, right, Duchess?”

Duchess ignored him completely.

“Silence. Okay.”

Erik went back into his master bedroom and while facing Duchess and Heiress he took of his ball shorts. Like a magnet, both of their eyes focused on his big, beautiful, tasty looking dick. Heiress felt her pussy drool into the crotch of her swimsuit and Duchess felt an ache in her pussy. They wanted that third leg buried balls deep. Duchess wanted to say ‘I told you so’ but she was rendered speechless yet again. Heiress was convinced and she completely knew why Aqua lost her mind for a dick like that. It looks heavy, and she couldn’t get over the long vein on the top of his shaft. Aqua is so obsessed with this big dick and now she wanted to experience that for herself. Heiress licked her lips and brought her eyes up to meet his.

“Fuuuck.”

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Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas - Little Movie Star Chapter Seven (Jensen Ackles x Daughter!Reader)

[Actors-Masterlist], [Little Movie Star-Masterlist]

Previous Chapter / Next Chapter (05/08/2021)

Summary: Holidays were around the corner & you were more than a little anxious. How did one celebrate Christmas? You had no money for expensive gifts. Well, that meant you had to improvise. Hopefully, it was enough for them.

Words: 3,526

Warnings: Christmas Chapter in May?, anxiety, language, fluff, cute gift exchange <3

~2016~

That night, Jared left your room after you fell asleep. No matter how many times you begged him not to tell anyone about your panic attack, he could not do that. So as the party slowly died down, he pulled Jensen & Danneel aside & told them what he had witnessed. Obviously, they were concerned about you. Yet, they did not go to you right away. If you were ready to open up to them, you would. Still, they kept a closer eye on you from then on, noticing smaller signs of you struggling with anxiety. Jensen hated that you kept this part of you hidden. But he understood that there was a long way for you to fully trust a person & you simply were not there yet. They had to accept it, whether they liked it or not.

Supernatural had a lot to film before the holidays & Jensen had not really been a consistent part in Vancouver because of him flying back & forth. He felt bad when he told you he had to go back filming until the beginning of December. Brushing him off, you assured him that you guys would be fine alone. Besides, you also had Gen & the kids to entertain you. Over the short time, you had grown close to them. You loved whenever Tom & Shep came by to play with JJ & they wanted you to be a part of it. There were some times when Danneel, Gen & you would have a girls day together. At first, it was a lot for you, but you had grown to love them. At the same time, Danneel & you got to know each other way better, especially with Jensen being back in Vancouver.

Holidays were approaching fast & you had no idea how to deal with it. You had never celebrated Christmas before & were not sure if you should get your new family presents or not. Were they people who valued gifts? Would you receive some? Of course you would, you knew the Ackles’ by now. So you had to think of something. Fast. There was no way you could spend a lot of money on these presents. Not because you did not want to but because it would not be your money. You had saved up a little bit & it would do for small gifts. Then you had an idea.

“Where are you going?” Danneel asked when she saw you putting your shoes on. You coughed shortly, trying to think of an excuse. She knew you did not like going anywhere alone so she was surprised when she found you getting ready.

“Um, just wanna take a walk. I won’t be gone too long.” you promised her & before she could answer, you were out of the door. Danneel was confused by your behavior but she thought it to be positive that you were going outside on your own. Clearly, she had no idea that you were going shopping for Christmas presents.

After buying all the stuff that you needed, you started preparing the presents. You still had over a month left but you wanted to start earlier, just in case. It was not a lot, definitely not expensive, but you hoped they still liked it after unwrapping it. When you realized that you had no idea how to wrap a present, you embarrassingly had to check YouTube for a how-to video. After a few failed attempts & you growing frustrated because you clearly were too dumb to get it done correctly. In the end, you managed to wrap everything. It was by no means good or perfect but you could see what it was supposed to represent.

“How was filming?” you asked Jensen after he came back home.

“It was good. We had a lot of fun, as always.” he answered with a laugh.

“So…can you tell me what happens?” managing your best puppy dog eyes, something Jared had learned you over facetime while they were shooting, Jensen simply shook his head at you.

“Forget it, young lady. You’re a fan of the show, I won’t give away any spoilers, you have to wait like everyone else.”

“You don’t have to wait.” sighing exaggeratingly, you wanted to argue with him.

“Next season you won’t have to.” this made your smile grow wider. He was right, you would start in a few months & you could not wait to receive your first script. “Besides…The guys told me that they can’t wait to finally meet you & work with you.” Jensen looked at you, watching your reacting.

“Fingers crossed they won’t regret casting me.” you joked which made him laugh. He knew you were not serious but the meaning behind your words left an uneasiness in him.

“They won’t, trust me.” he reassured you. Hopefully he was right.

Decorating for Christmas was fun. Even Jared & Gen came over to help you out a little. You all planned to spend Christmas Eve together at your house so you could celebrate Christmas the next morning together as well. This would be the first time you were not entirely alone on this holiday. Hell, you had no idea how to celebrate Christmas in the first place. What were you supposed to do? Maybe you would be just fine if push came to shove.

Two more days until Christmas Eve & you could not help but grow more anxious the closer it got. Your fear of doing anything wrong was so big that you barely had time to enjoy the Christmas spirit. Whatever that was anyway…Knocking on the front door that belonged to the house next to yours, you fiddled with your hands, now feeling stupid for coming over in the middle of the night. They were probably asleep, they would not even hear your attempt of knocking. To your surprise, the door opened only a few seconds later.

“(Y/N)? You alright?” it was Jared, his hair tousled from being asleep. Shit, you did wake him. Great, now you were feeling even worse. Shaking your head, Jared ushered you inside quickly.

“What’s up? It’s…” he looked at his phone to check the time. “3 am.”

“I sneaked out.” you confessed.

“And you did that because..?” Jared was confused. Never before had you shown up at his house in the middle of the night. Whatever was bothering you, it was serious, he could tell. He noticed your trembling hands before you had the chance to answer him. Immediately, he walked you over to his couch to sit down. Making sure to send Jensen a quick text just in case he woke up & could not find you, he put his phone away again, focusing entirely on you.

“I’m sorry.” your voice was quiet & Jared felt his heart breaking.

“Don’t be.” he assured you. “Is there anything you need me to do for you?” he spoke softly, showing you that he was not about to leave you.

“I don’t know, I just…ugh.” throwing your head back in frustration, you were angry at yourself for being so childish. Yet, you did not know what else to do. Jared was the only person who knew a little about what you were struggling with. So you did what you thought was right. Knocking on his door at 3 am. Maybe it was not the best decision you ever made.

“Hey, it’s okay. Deep breaths.” he instructed & you followed through. “There you go. You can talk to me, (Y/N).”

“You’d think it’s stupid.”

“Try me.” his answer got a little laugh out of you. Jared’s eyes grew wider when you did.

“I’m scared of Christmas.” you admitted embarrassingly. When Jared did not say anything, you continued. “This is my first time celebrating & I don’t know what to do or what is appropriate or how you guys usually celebrate it or if you expect something from me or-“ Jared interrupted your rambling.

“Hey, hey, hey. (Y/N). I can assure you that nobody expects anything from you. Except maybe the fact that you are there. That’s all that matters. You being with us to celebrate Christmas together.” Jared’s eyes showed nothing but understanding. Your conversation went on for a little longer & when you wanted to leave his house, he told you to sleep in their guest room for the night. Too tired & exhausted to argue any more with him, you let him lead you to the spare room where you embraced the soft sheets right away. It felt good to open up to someone but you did not understand why you were okay with telling Jared but when it came to Jensen & Danneel, you chickened out.

When you woke up next morning, you got startled for a second, briefly forgetting about last night’s events. What would you tell Jensen & Danneel? Getting up & using the bathroom that was attached to the guest room, you were surprised to find clothes on the counter. Assuming Jared was the one who put them there, a small smile made its way on your face. A quick shower would not be too bad so you hopped inside quickly, letting the warm water soothe your skin. After drying off your body, you put on the clothes Jared had prepared for you. A pair of sweatpants & one of his hoodies. Well, you were not sure if he ever got this one back, if you were honest. You knew your way through the Padalecki’s house by now, due to you spending a lot of time there lately. Paddling through the hallway, you heard distant voices coming from the kitchen area.

“Good morning, (Y/N)! Breakfast is about to be done.” Jared spoke up before you could even see him. What was it with him & his spidey senses?

“Morning, Jared. Sorry again for las-“ coming to a halt right after walking inside the room. Jensen & Danneel were already sitting at the table. Shit, you did not expect that.

“I invited them over for breakfast.” Jared told you. Oh, really? You almost missed that.

“Yeah, I can see that.” chuckling & slowly walking over to a chair, your eyes focused on the floor, too embarrassed to look Jensen & Danneel in the eyes. They were about to yell at you for sneaking out in the middle of the night without telling them anything.

“Am I dreaming or is Jared really making breakfast?” Gen walked into the room & everyone laughed at her comment, even you. Surprisingly, breakfast went by smoothly. Nobody mentioned last night & you were more than thankful for it. But you also knew that Jared most likely talked to Jensen & Danneel about what happened anyway. Who were you kidding, though? They were probably aware of the panic attack you had during the party a while ago. Jared only meant well but still…this entire thing made you extremely uncomfortable. You hated that more & more of yourself got revealed to them & you could not do shit to stop it. Being vulnerable in front of them was awful. Hell, they had more important things to worry about than you & your stupid problems.

“(Y/N)? Can you come here real quick, please?” Jensen asked you after being back in your house again.

“Sure, what’s up?” you were nervous about what he wanted from you but you had to give yourself that. You played it incredibly cool. Like there was nothing wrong at all.

“So for Christmas Eve, we’re doing a movie night, right?” he knew the answer to that question but still decided to ask. After nodding your head, he kept on. “What’s your favorite Christmas movie?” that caught you off guard. He asked you? Why would he ask you?

“Um, I love “Home Alone” but the munchkins shouldn’t watch that.” you concluded. A while ago, whenever you talked about all the kids, you called them munchkins. You found it cute.

“True.” Jensen chuckled.

“I’m sure they’d love “Frozen”, though.” this made Jensen sigh loudly & you laughed at his antics. In all the time you had been with them, you sure as hell had watched that movie about thirty times. No kidding. Really.

“Okay, you know what? We’ll start off with “Frozen” & after the kids are asleep, we’ll watch “Home Alone”, is that alright?”

“Sure, if you guys don’t wanna watch another Christmas movie.”

“Not at all. This one’s perfect.” his smile eased you & you loved the fact that he wanted to include you in their tradition. Yep, Jared definitely told him.

Christmas Eve dinner was delicious & you did not feel anxious at all. Chatting, laughing & enjoying each other’s company was more than enough. Your movie marathon was perfect, too. During “Frozen”, you found yourself singing along to each song, as did the little ones. Well, they tried, at least. Everyone was happy to see you enjoying yourself. When you were like that, nobody could tell that you had a shitty past or that you were still struggling with the consequences of it. This was the first time that Jensen had heard you sing & he was surprised that your voice was actually pretty damn good. Maybe you would sing with him one day, who knew? The kids went to sleep & the five of you watched “Home Alone”, happy that the others were enjoying this movie as well. Before you guys went to bed, too, Jensen, Danneel, Jared & Gen placed a bunch of presents under the big, decorated tree. You wanted to wait to add your presents to the other stacks until everyone was fast asleep. So you sneaked out of your room later that night to do exactly that.

Three kids jumping up & down on your bed woke you from your peaceful slumber. Each of them yelled at you to get up because Santa brought so many presents overnight. Smiling at their excitement, you dragged yourself out of bed & went downstairs. The others were already there. Stopping for a short moment, you took everything in & processed the scene in front of you. This was all so new to you. Everybody had a big smile plastered on their face. Was this what you had missed all these years? JJ took your hand & dragged you over to where the others were already seated.

Presents started being exchanged, kids first, of course. Grabbing three small packages, you walked over to JJ & kneeled down to her. The twins were asleep but you planned on giving them their presents later today. You bought a small, soft blanket for each of them.

“There you go, princess. Merry Christmas.” JJ took her present from you & lost no time in unwrapping it. Her smile widened & she proudly held up the pink magic wand you got her. But there was more to this present.

“I got this when I was your age. Bill gave it to me because I always wanted to be a princess in a huge castle on a hill somewhere. I want you to have it, JJ. Take care of it.” she threw her hands around your neck & you pulled her closer. Danneel had tears in her eyes when she heard your story. Jensen wrapped an arm around her. He, too, was moved by what you told JJ. They did not expect you to give any of them any presents. Yet, you went out of your way.

“Tom? Shep?” their heads perked up when they heard their names being called. You each handed them a package, glad that they were too young to care about how neatly your wrapped them.

“Merry Christmas.” smiling when they started unwrapping their gifts, they let out excited squeals when they saw what you got them. They were the biggest Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles fans. Tom got Leonardo & Michelangelo, Shep held Donatello & Raphael in his small hands. They thanked you again & again until you laughed at them, assuring that it was more than fine.

“Just, don’t argue over them, okay? You gotta share those.” they nodded at you & immediately started playing with the figures. Alright, at least the kids were happy with their gifts.

“Jared? Gen?” you eyed them nervously. “I-I know it’s not much but…Merry Christmas.” you handed them their gift, fiddling with your hands. Jared let Gen open it. A small picture frame revealed itself. You put a picture of the three of you inside. You took it in their backyard, all of you wearing the “Family Has Your Back” hoodie.

“This is more than enough.” Gen started.

“It’s perfect, (Y/N).” Jared finished & waited for you to make a move. If you were the one to initiate a hug, they would not decline. Their smiles got wider when you pulled them into a tight hug.

“Merry Christmas, guys. This is a thank you for everything that you’ve done for me. I don’t know what I did to deserve you..” before you got too emotional, you handed them their package. It was a little bigger & therefore poorly wrapped. “Sorry about the wrapping paper. I suck at that.” you laughed uncomfortably. Danneel only brushed you off, telling you that it was just perfect. They both gasped when they saw what you gave them. You made a painting of the two of them in a pop-art style. Thinking it would fit perfectly in the house & all.

“We need to find the perfect place for it.” Danneel squealed to which Jensen nodded.

“Thank you, angel.” Jensen pulled you into a tight hug, one that Danneel joined a second later. “You have talent.” he added after releasing you. Blushing at his words, you simply thanked him. A while ago, you would have argued, telling him that you were not that good. But you had improved when it came to accepting compliments. The others kept exchanging gifts & you sat by, watching their excitement whenever another present got opened. Slowly, your mood shifted. Maybe you would not receive anything from them? After all, you were still new to the family. That was okay. Did not change you from being sad about it, though. Not wanting to show your disappointment, you kept a smile on your face.

“I believe there is one person left without any presents.” Jensen spoke up & you looked at him with your head tilted. They did not forget about you? There were still two packages left & he grabbed one, Jared took the other.

“Merry Christmas.” all of them said, even the kids joined in. Why were there already tears threatening to spill? Nothing had happened yet.

“That’s not your actual present. But we thought it was the perfect timing to give it to you today.” Jared put one neatly wrapped gift in your lap & when you saw all of them waiting for you expectantly, you went to open it. No way. Was that real?

“Seriously?” you were shocked when you took a closer look at it. “The script for the next Avengers?” they nodded at you.

“Came in a few days ago. I actually wanted to give it to you right away but Danneel had the idea of giving it to you for Christmas.” Jensen explained.

“Thank you! This is…wow.” no words could be formed. You had to read through it later, for sure.

“Here.” Danneel handed you the second gift. “That’s from all of us & from a few others.” sending you a wink, you were left confused. JJ, Tom & Shep sat themselves around you, not wanting to miss anything. Delicately, you unwrapped the present, only for it to reveal a small book. It read “SPN Family” on the cover. There was also a small anti-possession symbol pictured. You were confused but when you asked what it was, they simply told you to have a look at it. Opening the first page, you could not control the tears any longer.

“(Y/N),

this book is filled with letters, pictures & more. Not only will you find our names in there, you will see that almost everyone who’s part of our Supernatural crew has left you a little something behind until you’ll join us on set. Read through it whenever things get tough or whenever you need something to cheer you up. Don’t forget that we’re always here for you, no matter what. You’re family & we care for you.

Merry Christmas, angel”

Jumping up, you ran over & gave each of them a tight hug. You let the tears flow freely, no longer caring about showing your emotions in front of them. The kids dragged you back to the couch, wanting to show you what they contributed to the book. All of them drew a few pictures & you were in awe. That was more than you could have ever imagined.

“Thanks, really. I-I don’t even know what to say.” wiping away your tears, they knew that it was the right decision to get you this present. It almost did not get finished but they managed to get it done in time. And it was freaking worth it.

~to be continued~

Next Chapter (05/08/2021)

Published (05/01/2021) by Cathy

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[glowingspence]

Can you do a platonic hotchreid with prompts 64 and 65???

"There was a kid with him, he is sitting in the waiting area but we can't get him to talk." The nurse tells Morgan when he arrives at the hospital.

Hotch had gotten a call that Gideon had been brought into the ER after someone tried breaking in and was surprised by him being home. Shots were exchanged while a bullet hit Gideon in the torso.

Hotch had called the team immediately, directing Morgan to drive down to the hospital for a reason he didn't understand because he and Gideon are hardly close, he knows he would rather have Hotch there but he had not been able to change his mind. Something had Hotch determind to check out the apartment.

"A kid?" Derek questions sceptical. He knows about Gideon's son, but they don't have any contact.

"Not a kid but a young man. Maybe a teenager. I can't tell you."

"Can you lead me to him?"

"Of course." The nurse leads him down the hall while she continues talking, "He seems distraught by what happened and he doesn't really let anyone talk to him but maybe you get lucky if you tell him that you are a friend of Agent Gideon."

"I will try, thank you." Slowly he walks into the waiting area that is apart from an old man in the corner and a woman reading a book empty. "Hey"

The man doesn't look up to him, he looks down on his blood soaked converse, the shoe lashes are open and have left a red pattern on the white floor.

"My name is Agent Derek Morgan, I work with Jason Gideon. Can you tell me who you are?" The man keeps on shuffling his feet over the ground, his thin hair covering parts of his face as he holds himself. "Did you call the ambulance?"

He nods and then looks away, still to the floor but more down the hall. "Can you tell me what happened?" He shakes his head and starts moving his leg left and right, "Is it okay if I sit down with you?"

"Agent Morgan played chess with me today, for a minute I thought that man is gonna outplay me." He recites and Morgan looks at him with confusion on his face.

"Did- did Agent Gideon say that?"

"Did Agent Gideon say that? Yes" The kid answers and looks up to him for the first time, eyeing every inch of him until something else catches his eyes and Morgan sees Hotch approaching them with fast steps before pulling the man in his arms who leaves out a strangled whine,

"Thank god you are okay" Hotch moves out of the hug and cups his face, "I know- I know no touches but I was so worried." He hugs him again, this time the young man presses his hands between them and pushes him off, "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"They took Gideon." He speaks with huge eyes, "They took him. They wouldn't let me help."

"It's okay they are gonna take care of him okay?"

"Hotch?" Derek questions sceptical, "Care to explain what is going on?"

"Right, right." A little bit flustered Hotch gets up from the ground, "This is Spencer, Spencer is living with Jason and will work with us in the future. Right?"

"No"

"No?" Hotch questions with a frown, "Why not?"

"Need to write all the tests." He states as he rocks back in forth, "Kid I will make us a cup of coffee and then we can study- Spencer get down- get down-" He yells the last parts while he takes his hand up to his head, hitting it.

"It's okay, it's okay, you are safe. Deep breath." Hotch crouches down in front of him again, "Spencer hey!"

"Where is the painting? Where is the painting? Fuck why are they home? Why are there two? Only the kid was supposed to be here. Stay on the ground. Stay on the ground. Stay on the ground. Stay on the ground."

"Did they say that? Where there more than one?"

"Home" To their surprise he gets up from his seat, his ears still covered as he aims for the hallway before Hotch stops him with one hand around his waist, causing him again to leave out a high pitched noise.

"Where do you wanna go? Tell me"

"Today is the 3rd. Tomorrow is the 4th. Need to study. Today is the 3rd. Last chance. Gideon needs to help me. He was gone all week, now we need to study all of it in one night."

"Then let's drive to my home okay? I'll help you study."

"Fast" Spencer starts walking again while Hotch stays back for a second.

"Call JJ have her pick up Spencer's text books, they already must be on the table if they wanted to get started." Hotch orders.

"You can't be serious? How can he think about a test right now?"

"Better a test than this. Just do it." Hotch looks at him in a way that tells Derek not to ask any more questions and to just do what he just has been told.

"You remember Haley right?" Hotch questions when he unlocks the door to their house, "My wife?"

Timidly Spencer nods and steps into the house, a light shining in the kitchen, "Let's get our shoes off and then see if we can find us a good coffee to get us through the night."

"Books"

"Agent Jareau is going to get your books. It's going to take a few minutes though." Hotch smiles at him apologetic while he gets out of his shoes and places them near the others, "Come on."

He leads him into the kitchen where Haley is already up and preparing something to eat for him and two cups of coffee, "Hey you" With a warm motherly smile she places the cup in front of where Spencer sits down, "It's two sugar, right?"

Offended Spencer frowns at her and shakes his head while Hotch leaves out a chuckle, "She was kidding. You can have as much sugar as you want." She places the sugar next to him, watching him put multiple spoons in, "You are gonna get a heartattck one day."

"Good heart. Past physical." He taps his chest a few times.

"I heard" Hotch sits down next to him, taking a sip himself. "Why don't you go to the bathroom real quick? There is a lot of blood on your face and clothes. I will bring you new ones okay.."

Spencer shakes his head and grips a pen that is lying at the end of the table, "We can start studying when JJ was here? We have enough time that you can take care of yourself first."

"Seven hours and four minutes" He states and looks back at the ceiling.

"Good that you have that brain of yours then."

"No time"

"There is enough time." Hotch takes a warm wet washcloth from Haley and gently touches Spencer's head who immediately leaves out a whine and starts hitting Hotch with his hand, "It's okay, you are okay."

"No time, no time."

"Shh it's okay." He keeps on trying until Spencer forms his hand into a fist and hits him into the side with full force making Hotch grasp for air for a moment,

"Aaron!"

"No time. No time."

"I won't touch you again, I promise." Hotch places the washcloth on the kitchen, "It's okay, I am sorry."

"Only Gideon and Mom."

"I know I am sorry"

"No touching."

"It's okay."

"Only Gideon and Mom."

"I know that's okay. I respect that." Skeptical Spencer sits back down on the chair but keeps his eyes on Hotch and when Haley moves flinches and looks where she is going, "You are not in any danger."

"Want Gideon"

"I know." Slowly Hotch keeps his hands in sight and sits down, "The hospital is gonna call me on this phone if there are any news."

"Morgan?"

"No not Agent Morgan. He was there because I send him." Hesitant Spencer grabs Hotch's phone, "I drove down to Jason's place to see if you are there."

"Drove with Gideon."

"That was okay."

"Blood"

"I can imagine." Hotch has to hold back to not physically comfort him again. "Do you really need to study? Or are you just a little paranoid-"

"No time! Need to study!" He slams his hands down on the table, "Need to study"

"It's okay, it's okay we will study"

"Aaron-" Haley makes a motion for him to follow her out the room but he shakes his head and grabs an old bill from the corner of the table and the pen from Spencer's hands.

"Alright name everything you need to study." It takes some time till JJ gets the books from the crime scene and Hotch finds out that Gideon is right and that Spencer really does get too much anxiety over exams even if he can perfectly do it. So in the morning they are running on no sleep and the third cup of coffee, "Okay Agent Morgan is going to drive you, alright? He is going to wait for you to finish the test and then drive you to the hospital."

"Okay" Concentrated Spencer keeps fiddling with the pen in his hands, "Okay, okay, okay" he mutters while Derek looks at him with worry.

"There is gotta be a way that he can skip the test. Look at him. He hasn't even washed off the blood."

"I tried all night. Just drive him. I told him you will drive off at 7:20 am with him. Don't make it late."

"Okay, okay, okay" Spencer is still muttering under his breath while rereading the same pages for what must be the fifth time and when he climbs into Morgan's truck he starts rocking back and forth.

"Kid?"

"No time."

"Did Hotch give you at least something to eat?" Morgan questions and Spencer nods, "Did you eat it?"

He shakes his head and Derek reaches to the back, grabbing two protein bars and a soda can. "Eat and drink or you brain won't work."

"For me?"

"Yes kid, eat this while we drive."

"Thank you, Sir"

"No problem." They get quite a few stares when they walk into the room like this and Morgan walks up to the Agent supervising the test announcing he will sit in.

"He was not with Agent Gideon was he? I heard what happened." The old man questions while watching Spencer take a seat in the back.

"Kid got lucky but I would feel more comfortable sitting here, have an eye on him."

"No worries he will be done in twenty minutes anyway."

"Twenty?"

"Kid got a brain even Jason Gideon can't compete with." He tells him and offers to get him a stool and Spencer shyly looks up and waves to Derek who shoots him a smile back and when Spencer hands in his test like expected he even gets away with a pat on the shoulder. "You answered everything?"

"Yes, sir"

"Gideon will be proud of you."

"We will see him now right?"

"Yes of course." He looks at the kid a moment longer, "Does Gideon normally come with you to tests?"

"I get really anxious in tests so he does when he can. It was very nice of you to sit in, Sir."

"Of course."

"Do you think when I will start working at the BAU, you will still work there too?"

"I hope so."

"Will we be friends then, Sir?" He questions much to Derek's surprise. It's not something people ask usually but Spencer doesn't seem to mean this in a mocking way.

"That I am betting on." Encouraging he places his hand on Spencer's shoulder again, "Have you met anyone else from the team yet?"

"Only Gideon and Hotch."

"I am sure you will love the rest too."

"I wouldn't really say I love Hotch" Spencer states with a slightly sorry face that makes Derek break out into a chuckle.

"It's okay, you will."

"He is nice"

"And he loves you a lot."

"Really?"

"Really." When Spencer reaches the hospital he is first shy and timidly walking into the room before Gideon opens his arms for him,

"It's good to see you"

"I got through my whole test!"

"That's amazing, kiddo." He hugs him, ignoring the pain, "Hotch hold me you studied together"

"Yes he is a great study partner" Spencer sits down on the bed, "And Derek said we can be friends when I join the team."

"That's amazing." Proudly Gideon smiles at him, "Come here again, lay down." Spencer stripes off his shoes and then curls up against Gideon's healthy side, "I am glad you are okay."

"You too"

[Prompt list]

[harryhandstan]

wonderful and warm

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I’m so excited to share this piece with y’all for @tbslenthusiast​‘s dad-a-thon!! I’ve been debating whether or not to expand more on I Want Your Belly for a while now, so I’m considering this part two to that, though you don’t really have to read it first to understand this one. Hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!

thank you @peachybloomss​ and @tbslenthusiast​ for beta reading for me! love y’all both!!

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You had been adamant about not telling anybody for at least the first two months. 

Your mom’s complications with each of her pregnancies prompted a fear in you that you might share in that gene she carried, so you just wanted to be sure. Make it to your first ultrasound at least to confirm the baby was happy and healthy. Harry, of course, had agreed to whatever it was you felt was best. He wanted you to be comfortable and truth is, all the complications or things that could go wrong, terrified him too.

But the second you put this man in front of a crowd, all his previous filters go out the window and it was slipping from his lips easily, telling the world that you were having his baby. You were angry at first, spending half of the show trying to calm your shaky hands. Honestly, most of it was just nervous energy at the idea of so many people knowing. It was out, and you had no control over the reactions of the millions of people that shared in loving your Harry. He was quick to remind you that you were the one he loved, no one else’s opinion mattered to him and it shouldn’t to you either.

Making such a public announcement meant the news reached your families ears a lot faster than you’d planned too, and you just didn’t want any of them to be hurt that they weren’t told first.

Anne is the first one to contact Harry from his side, promptly inviting you to dinner the following weekend with a small group of Harry’s family. But the closer you get to the day, the more anxious you are and he once again reminds you how much his family adores you already, would now love you even more.

“Even more than they love me now, probably,” He chuckles, taking your hand on the drive to his mother’s house, “Gonna be just like any Sunday dinner at Mum’s, innit? We just have something a little extra special t’celebrate now, lovie.”

Gemma answers the door to let the two of you in and she tugs you in for a hug, pulling you into the house without so much as a glance to her younger brother.

“Nice to see you too, Gem.” He follows the two of you inside, shutting the door behind him.

“Ignore him..someone’s just jealous they won’t be Mum’s favorite anymore.” She giggles, rolling her eyes as she leads you into the kitchen where Anne mimics her daughter’s greeting, scolding Harry playfully that he spoiled the surprise so soon.

By the end of the night, the two of them are already making predictions about what the baby will be, giving family name suggestions, and planning a baby shower for you. 

//

Calling your family was a whole new level of anxiety you hadn’t experienced yet on this journey, and you paced back and forth in front of the desk where your iPad was already set up to FaceTime them. Harry sits on the foot of the bed, waiting for your nerves to settle enough to contact them.

“D’you want me to join you?” He doesn’t look at you, just continues to fiddle with one of the buttons on his shirt.

Your head pops up to where he sits, “Of course I do, why wouldn’t I?”

He shrugs, “S’just..sometimes I think you might still be a bit mad at me. For letting it slip earlier than we wanted. Thought you might wanna talk to them alone first..in case they’re upset with me too.”

“I was never really mad. And I don’t think they’ll be upset..just may take them a little longer to accept that I didn’t tell them before you told everyone. They may not have even seen it yet.”

That was a lie. Your sister had texted you last night saying that she was thrilled to soon have a niece or nephew, but your mom had cried for a two whole days after they saw a clip from the show and your dad refused to even talk about it. Your brother was normally so far out of the loop that you truly didn’t know if he had heard the news, so you make a mental note to call him later too. 

You wouldn’t tell Harry any of that though, not now anyway. Maybe later, when everything didn’t feel so tense. You knew your family wouldn’t be upset forever, they loved Harry almost as much as you did. The joy of having a new baby added to the family would soon override any hurt they were feeling now.

“Harry, whatever they say..this is still happening. I’m still having your baby. I can’t even begin to tell you how happy that makes me.”

The smile he gives you makes your heart flutter, drawing you closer to sit next to him.

“Say that again.”

“What? How happy I am..”

“No, the part before that.”

A giggle works its way up through your chest, a deep blush flushing your cheeks, “I’m having your baby,” You can’t resist, the tune now stuck in your head, changing the lyric slightly to fit, “It’s none of their business.”

“What? S’your family, of course it’s their..oh, right.” He shares in your laughter, melting away any tension that had settled in the room, restoring your confidence that everything would be alright.

//

As many changes as your body had gone through during pregnancy, one thing that hadn’t changed was Harry’s love for your belly. His obsession had grown with each month, constantly finding reasons to be close to you throughout your days spent together. Usually it was a hand nudged gently against the side of your bump, trying to coax the baby to kick or move for him.

Your child already adored the sound of their dad’s voice, would normally start to wiggle around the second Harry would start talking or singing anywhere around you. The first time it happened, the two of you were attending a birthday party for a friend and Harry was halfway across the room, animatedly telling a story to a group of your mutual friends. It was one of the many reasons you had fallen for him so quickly, his ability to have a room full of people so captivated by a tale you were sure they had heard at least 5 times before. 

But he doesn’t seem to care about anyone else’s reactions, his eyes continuously flicking back to gauge your feedback, knowing which parts make you laugh the hardest no matter how many times you’d listened to him tell it. When your mouth falls open with a soft gasp and a hand clutching the side of your belly, he hurries through the ending to weave his way back through the party to you.

“You okay, love? Somethin’ wrong?” The tears falling on your dress don’t match the glowing smile radiating across your face and he’s turning his head amusingly from where he hovers over you.

“Everything’s great, H. Think someone just loves the sound of daddy’s voice.” You take the drink he still holds in his hand and set it on the table in front of you, turning your body to face him and tugging his wrist down to where you had felt the kick moments before, “Say something else now that you’re closer. See if she moves for you.”

“She? You find out somethin’ you wanna tell me, darlin’?”

“No, just a feeling. Haven’t you thought about which you would rather us have?”

He shakes his head no, his eyes bright with a pride you’ve never seen burn so intensely, “As long as you and they end up happy and healthy in the end, s’all that matters to me.”

He scoots his body to sit on the bench next to you, bending his head to speak softly, “Hello, little one. S’daddy. Mummy’s here too. Wanna move around a bit more f’us?”

He rests his head there for a moment, a hand rubbing along the side of your stomach, not caring who at the party may see the two of you or how silly he may look. He looks like a child who’s just been granted his one and only wish when your baby responds, a foot landing against where his cheek is pressed.

“There you are, baby. You kickin’ at me? Cheeky little thing y’are already..just like mummy, huh?” He turns to kiss the spot where the foot had been, ”We’re g’nna have so much fun when you get here, angel.”

//

Harry watches your feet a lot more closely these days.

You didn't notice it at first. But today as you're coming down the stairs, you catch his eyes watching carefully as he waits for you. One of your hands cradles your bump that seems to be growing daily now, while the other glides along the railing to keep yourself steady.

"Am I wearing mismatched shoes or something?" You lean forward in an attempt to look at your feet over your belly, nearly toppling down the last few stairs. The look on Harry's face would have been comical if it wasn't laced with so much fear as he lunged forward to meet you and help you the rest of the way down.

"Careful!" Even with you settled safely now against his side, his voice is full of worry, "Nothing's wrong with your shoes, honey. Just wanted to make sure you made it down safely, know how clumsy y'are."

"You worry too much, Harry. I would've made it down fine if you hadn't been staring at my feet."

"My girl's carrying my baby..m’allowed to worry about you both. Y'sure I can't convince you to stay home and let me do the grocery shopping this week?"

"No, I wanna go. Last time you forgot the bagels."

"Are you ever gonna forgive me for that?" You're glad to see the fear has fallen away from his face as you both reach the bottom of the stairs together.

"Maybe." You shrug, "Might take a few more kisses though."

"Deal." One of his hands comes to rest warmly on the underside of your belly, the other one still supporting the small of your back as he bends down to place kisses across your face.

A kick from within your stomach has both of you giggling and looking down to where it's pressed between the two of you.

"Are you mad at daddy too, hmm? Already two against one around here, I see. Alright then, baby gets kisses too."

//

“Harry will you please get up? We only have an hour to get ready and make it to the appointment. I don’t wanna be late!”

He rolls over, intending to pull you closer to him for a morning kiss, an important part of his usual routine. He frowns when he finds you’re already out of bed, digging through drawers of your dresser to find what you need to get ready for the day.

You haven’t noticed he’s awake yet so you keep encouraging him, “C’mon, made you breakfast. It’s an important day!”

“You’re not allowed to do that, y’know.”

“Do what?” You’re only half paying attention, tugging a dress over your head and scowling at your reflection in the full length mirror when it doesn’t fit over your belly. You quickly pull it back off and toss it in the pile you’ve already tried (and failed) to stretch over your growing bump.

“Daddy’s s’posed to make breakfast for mummy while she sleeps in, not the other way ‘round.”

“Well, mommy was too nervous to sleep in so she’s up getting ready, as daddy should be!” You tug one of your maternity shirts from a hanger in your closet and throw it over your head, declaring to yourself that it’ll just have to do. Thankfully it pairs well with the black leggings you’ve already struggled through pulling on. You plop on the edge of the bed, a deep sigh falling from your lips as you look around at the mess you’ve made of your shared bedroom.

“Mummy needs to relax. She looks beautiful in whatever she wears, no matter what day it is.” He rubs a hand along your back, up to soothe over the pinch between your shoulder blades.

“Nothing fits anymore, swear this belly gets bigger by the day. If I find out today you put a set of twins in me, Styles, you are gonna be in so much trouble.” 

He throws his head back, a deep rumbling laugh erupting from his chest, “Aww c’mon, lovie. Twins would be so fun! Think we’d get lucky and have one of each? A boy and a girl?” He kisses your shoulder.

He’s pulling you in to rest against his chest now, the fabric of his well worn t-shirt cool and soft on your cheek. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, pressing a kiss firmly to the top of your head.

“Just lay with me a minute, hmm? Did you get any sleep last night? Felt you tossing and turning for half of it.”

“Maybe a couple of hours. I was too nervous.”

“You should’ve woken me. Hate the idea of you being awake and nervous alone, honey.” One hand trails up to cup your chin, a thumb smoothing over the tension set in your jaw.

“I honestly don’t know how you got any sleep. I wasn’t alone though, I think I kept the baby up half the night too.” You shift to face him, resting your chin on his chest, seeking the comfort of his face, “Are you okay? You’re not nervous at all?” 

“M’fine. What’s to be nervous about? We get to see our baby today, find out what it is. I couldn’t be happier about that.” He brushes a strand of hair softly away from your face, tucking it behind your ear.

“Maybe it’s more excitement than nerves. I just felt..restless. Maybe it’s silly, but I just wanted to look nice today too and none of my good clothes fit me anymore.”

“You’ve always been beautiful to me, baby. But now? I’ve never seen anyone look as gorgeous as you look now. S’important to me that you know and believe that as much as I do. I’ll remind you everyday if y’need me to.”

“You really mean that, Harry?”

“‘Course I do. I know this has been new and scary for both of us, and I’m so proud of you. You’ve fallen into this with such ease and grace, already started gettin’ our home ready for our little one. I can’t wait to see you with them when they’re born.”

“You’re gonna be the most amazing dad. Teaching our child kindness and love, reminding them it’s okay to be whatever they choose to be. It’s important to me that you know how much I adore you and seeing you become the dad you were meant to be? It’s gonna be incredible. I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else.”

“Me either. Think I’d be miserable if it were anyone else.” 

“Nah you’d get used to them eventually. Especially if they were having your baby.”

He laughs again, pulling you closer to smush his lips against your temple. 

“Alright, up we get,” He scoots away to push himself up and off the bed, offering you his hands to help pull yourself up, “Let’s go see if our little bub got blessed with your nose or cursed with mine.”

//

You’re over the moon every time you see Harry’s beaming smile when he passes the black and white sonogram photo now proudly displayed on the refrigerator; your son’s nose a perfect mixture of yours and Harry’s.

[retrievablememories]

serenade | mark (m)

title: serenade pairing: mark x reader genre: fluff, smut summary: you and mark spend your first night together at the dorm, and you try to think of a way to say what you really want. word count: 2.5k warnings: fingering, PIV sex, riding, handjob a/n: i still kinda see mark as like a little bro or something so it felt weird to write this. lmao. in other news, who do i have to pay to get a full cover of “get you” from him?

“We better not get caught.”

You say this as you and Mark head up to their dorm floor, his hand in yours the entire time like he’s unwilling to let you go.

“We won’t, promise. The manager went to go visit family so we have the room all to ourselves this weekend.” He winks at this, and you give him a look in return.

You plunk yourself onto his bed once you get to the room he shares with the manager, your overnight bag slipping out of your hand. You only mean to lie there for a few seconds, but you’re taken in with the smell of Mark on the sheets and comforter, and you try to inconspicuously bury your nose in them. Of course, he notices anyway.

“Do you like the smell of me that much?” Mark comes over to you and tugs the comforter around you so you’re rolled up in it like a burrito, and you giggle uncontrollably as he does so. “Shh! Don’t wake the whole dorm up.” Mark puts a finger to his lips and looks around suspiciously as if there could be someone in the room already eavesdropping on your conversation, and you roll your eyes. 

“Hello, Mark, you’re the one who said the coast was clear.” You try to unravel yourself, but he’s gotten you pretty wrapped up in the small amount of time you were laughing, and now you can’t get free. “Uh, what the hell!”

“I know, but if the guys find out they aren’t going to let me hear the end of it…” Mark says, coming to rescue and pulling you from the mesh of blankets. You slide off the bed, trying to fix your hair, but it doesn’t matter much anyway; you’re going to be dressing for bed soon.

You go to the bathroom to do just that, changing into your sleeping clothes. You and Mark have been dating for a little while but haven’t done much yet, so you’re still unsure about changing in front of him or how he’d react—though you’re hoping to change that tonight. Maybe if you’re lucky.

When you enter the room again, you see that Mark has done the same and is lying on the bed in his pajamas. He’s looking at something on his phone, but his eyes drift back to you when you walk in and climb on the bed beside him, tucking your head into his arm.

“Are you gonna fall asleep so soon?” Mark laughs, throwing his leg over yours. “We still have the whole night ahead of us.”

“I’m just resting,” you say, though you also know you probably will fall asleep soon if you stay like this long enough. “But if you don’t want me to fall asleep, we should probably do something. Like watch a movie.”

“What do you want to watch?” Mark asks, sitting up straighter at the suggestion. He reaches for his laptop nearby.

“Doesn’t really matter,” you say absently. “Maybe we could try something we haven’t seen before.”

You and Mark go back and forth about which movies to watch until you finally settle on an action film that looks interesting to you both. It’s better than you expected it to be, so you decide to watch the sequel when the first one ends. Halfway through the second film, though, you start losing your focus. Much to your annoyance, it leaves a lot to be desired compared to the first.

Your attention starts drifting more towards the boy beside you. Your eyes follow the sharp lines of his jawline and cheekbones, and you think about bringing up the subject that’s been burning in your mind. Mark must feel your eyes piercing the side of his face, because he soon turns to you with an amused smile on his lips.

“What’s wrong? You’re not watching the movie. Are you bored with it?”

“Ha. A little…” you admit, distractedly playing with the fabric of his shirt sleeve. Mark pauses the movie and sets the laptop aside. He grasps the hand that’s tugging at his sleeve and plays with your fingers, clasping them between his own.

“What do you wanna do now, then?” Should you ask him now? How do you even say it? Let’s fuck? I’d like to have sex? You almost roll your eyes at the thought of saying either of those lines. You squeeze his fingers between yours and open your mouth to speak, but you become stuck on what to say.

You chicken out at the last second. “C-can you sing something for me?” you ask instead, nervously wetting your lips.

Mark blushes a little and laughs. “You wanna hear me sing?”

“Anything! It doesn’t matter what.”

He nods, then pulls away from you to grab his guitar and take it out of its case. He resettles himself on the bed in front of you, crossing his legs. You push the sheets away from you and sit like an excited puppy, waiting to see what he’ll play. He strums thoughtfully, warming himself up and wondering what song he should sing for you. 

Suddenly, his eyes widen a bit and he smiles slyly, like he’s just unearthed the answer to a mysterious case. “Oh, I got it.” Mark plucks at the strings on his guitar, his voice flowing out softly.

Through drought and famine, natural disasters My baby has been around for me Kingdoms have fallen, angels be callin' None of that could ever make me leave

Every time I look into your eyes, I see it You're all I need Every time I get a bit inside, I feel it

Ooh, who would've thought I'd get you? Ooh, who would've thought I'd get you?

And when we're making love, uh Your cries, they can be heard from far and wide It's only the two of us Everything I need between those thighs...

He continues singing the rest of the song as you look on, a grin on your lips and excitement buzzing in your body. He has to make an effort not to look at you as he sings, because your grin makes him want to giggle every time.

Mark smiles bashfully when he stops strumming, and he’s about to say something when you cup his cheeks and kiss him on the lips. He’s surprised for a moment before he responds, kissing you back as tenderly as you’re doing to him.

When you separate from each other, you’re still holding his face, studying him carefully. Mark swallows nervously, though his eyes shine with a mischievous light. “Did it work?” he asks, his voice low.

You look at him questioningly. “Did what work?”

“Have I seduced you with my voice?” He seems embarrassed about his own line, but he says it anyway with all the confidence he can muster.

“You’re embarrassing,” you answer, trying to hold back your laughter. “But if you really want to know, we can find out.”

Mark sets his guitar to the side, and you kiss again, his tongue nudging carefully against yours. He draws you closer, though neither one of you is really taking the lead yet—instead choosing to move at an even pace and test the waters of this whole thing.

It’s not your first time—or his—but it is your first time with Mark, and you don’t know quite what to expect. You let yourself relax against him as his hands slide across your sides, curving around to your back to bring you closer still. He soon ends up lying you back on the bed, settling himself against you and feeling your body heat reaching out to him through your clothes.

You think you could kiss him like this forever, but you can feel him getting hard against your hip, and your own body is answering in kind, wanting to explore further. “Take your shirt off,” you say quietly against his lips. He pauses—but only for a second—before pulling back and stripping his shirt off.

You run your hands across his chest and stomach after they’re revealed to you, and he asks you just as tentatively, “Can I…take this off?” while holding the hem of your shirt. You nod yes, and he does so. He’s quick to nuzzle into your breasts, which makes you laugh tenderly and pet his head. He lavishes them with warm kisses, sucking the nipples past his lips and making you moan softly. His hair is soft as you run your fingers through it.

He continues kissing his way down your chest and stomach, and you feel anxious and eager all in one. When he reaches the hemline of your pajamas, he asks if he can take these off, too, and you reply with a yes. He slides your bottoms down, and you feel a little self-conscious about it but try not to let that get to you, wanting to enjoy the moment.

“How do you want this to be?” Mark asks this simple question as his fingers trace across your thighs, soft like a bird’s wings, and it makes your insides tremble. You’re not entirely sure how to respond, because Mark could fuck you in every way possible and you would likely enjoy every moment of it.

You answer by sitting up and climbing into his lap, feeling him hard under you.

“Please touch me,” you say this against his lips as you kiss him again, feeling the silky texture of his mouth caressing your own. One of his arms snakes around your waist to hold you in his lap, and you gently grip the other one, guiding his hand to the space between your bodies.

He touches you carefully at first, feeling you over your underwear and nudging his fingers against that small bundle of nerves that has you shifting on his lap. His touches grow a little firmer when he notices how you respond to him, and he gains the motivation to pull your panties to the side for better access.

Mark slips his fingers across your lower lips, noticing how wet you already are and then nudging them against your entrance. Tentatively, he pushes one inside, and you melt into him more, wanting more of him inside you.

“More, Mark,” you murmur into his neck, his pulse beating against your lips. He adds a second finger, stretching you out around him. You whimper into his skin as Mark thrusts his fingers into you, coaxing more pleasure from you. 

When you cum on Mark’s fingers, your orgasm arrives with a shuddering moan. Your eyes drift back a little as he keeps scissoring his fingers inside you, and instead of pulling away, you find yourself grinding into his hand again so you can chase a second climax. It doesn’t take long for another wave to rush over you, with Mark mouthing at your neck and collarbone as he feels you shake in his arms.

He eventually pulls his fingers out, which are slick with cum, and slides them into his mouth. He makes a satisfied sound at this, which turns into a groan as you pull his sweatpants down far enough to release his dick. It slaps against his stomach, leaving a smear of glistening precum behind on his skin.

“You should find a condom,” you say as you take his member in your hand, drawing your thumb over the sensitive spot just below the tip. This move makes more precum leak from him, running onto your thumb and wetting your fingers. Mark’s eyes flutter, and he tries to steady his breathing.

“You have to let me go, first,” he responds. You know that, but you want to have a bit more fun with him first, thumbing the slit of his cock and fondling his balls with your other hand. You haven’t really begun touching him yet, but he’s already taken apart by these actions, groaning as quietly as he can.

You play with him a little more, making him tremble against you as you stroke his cock, before finally letting him go and allowing him to get up. After he retrieves a condom and slips it on, you practically pull him back onto the bed, causing him to land on you. He holds himself up to keep his weight off you as he claims your lips again. You think he’s going to slide into you in this position, but with his lips at your ear, he says, ”I want you to ride me.”

Your body is burning hot with the idea of it, and you comply by nodding and placing yourself back in his lap, his member sliding against your sex.

Mark makes a sound between a moan and a whimper when you sink down onto him, snugly fitting his dick inside of you. His breaths are heavy as they hit against your skin, and his hands go to your hips, needing to take hold of something to keep himself grounded.

Mark thrusts up into you as you bounce on him, and your toes curl both with the pleasure of it and from the effort of not being too loud. “Mark, God…” You hold onto his back for stability as your bodies slide together more perfectly than you could’ve dreamed. His lips go back to worrying the skin of your neck as he pushes himself up into you, holding you tight enough against him to have your breasts pressed against his chest. His hand slides lower to grip your ass, and he moans openly at the feel of it in his palm.

Your hands slide easily across each other’s skin from the sweat; some of it drips down Mark’s collarbone and you lick it away. HIs dick twitches inside you in response to your actions, and you decide that you like teasing him this way, drawing your tongue against his body and making him shiver underneath you.

“Y/N…” Mark’s voice shakes as he groans into the side of your neck, and you know he’s likely already close. You bring your hand to where you’re joined together, wanting to bring yourself closer to orgasm, but Mark replaces your hand with his. His touches on your clit make you thrust yourself harder onto him, wanting to get as much of the sensation as you possibly can.

Mark spills into the condom soon after this, his thighs jerking beneath you, though he never stops pleasuring you the whole way through. The barely-concealed sounds of his moans and his fingers on the most sensitive part of your body is enough to have you following after him, leaving small imprints of your nails on his shoulders.

After you are both spent, Mark lies back on the bed and you cling to each other, your head resting on his chest. You’re wholly satisfied, waves of contentment enveloping you in their warm embrace. Mark remains seated inside of you, and you’re delightfully full from it.

“I should sing for you more often if this is what happens afterwards,” Mark comments, tapping his fingers against your back absentmindedly.

“...Do you always have to ruin the moment?” You shake your head, though on the inside, you definitely can’t deny that you’d do it again.

[gubes-sweaters]

Never Be the Same

Authors Note: Before you read this please don't kill me it's left off on a cliffhanger on purpose and I will write a second part soon. Also I write about what happened in Mexico (spoiler alert if you haven't seen season 15) I know that Lindsay didn't actually do anything (Cat mentions it in the episode date night) but at the time Spencer didn't know so I wrote it as such. 

Content warning: arguing, light smut, brief mention of physical and sexual assault, spoilers for season 12+.

Word count: 1.6k

It's been officially three months since Spencer has been home from prison. I know things will never be the same and I don't expect him to be the person he once was, but he's been incredibly distant. Between being manhandled by fellow inmates in prison and feeling violated after what Lindsey Vaughn did in Mexico I can understand why he's been so distant. Most people don't see Spencer as a cuddly person, but that's only because they aren't in a relationship with him. Most people think Spencer is completely averse to human touch, but once he gets close to you he has no problem with it. In fact, when I met Spencer he was so attention and touch starved that he practically followed me around like a puppy for the first couple of months we started dating. 

Normally we would wake up together in the morning when he was home and I would cook breakfast while he would stand behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist swaying back-and-forth to music. He would also often plant kissed up and down my neck, side of my face, and the crown of my head. If he was still home by the time lunch came around we would still be right next to each other either being on the couch watching Doctor Who or snuggling up and reading books together. Spencer was always a bit of a homebody only because he spent so much time away from home on cases. When he was finally home he didn't wanna leave until he had to. 

Now most mornings when I wake up Spencer is facing away from me. I wake up only to make breakfast separate from him, sometimes we eat together sometimes we don't. Now we kind of just live separate lives. Sometimes I even make excuses to leave the apartment because I don't feel welcomed in there. I want this to change, I need this to change.

It's not for my own selfish reasons well not completely, but I know if I let this continue Spencer and I aren't going to last much longer. He will push himself away further and further until he's in a rut that he can't come out of. I miss him and I miss us. I decided this morning to try and convince him to go out to dinner with me tonight. Today he doesn't have any classes to teach and he's still on his sabbatical, so he has no excuse as to why he couldn't when it comes to being busy. That leads me to where we are right now, a typical Sunday morning and I am making breakfast while he’s in the living room planning for his next lecture. 

"So how do you feel about maybe going out to eat tonight?" I asked while setting a plate of bacon, eggs, and pancakes right in front of him. I take a seat next to him on the couch waiting for his response.

"Oh... uh... yeah, sure I don't see why not." He says still engrossed in his papers. He flips through them so fast that he doesn't even fully pay attention to what he agreed to do tonight.

I put my hand on the file that he's reading before closing it and pulling it away. I then push his plate in front of him and ask him once again if he wants to go out tonight. All he can do is look at me like he's staring at a brick wall. He opens and closes his mouth a couple of times like a fish out of water before just avoiding the question and starts to eat his breakfast.

"It’s just that we haven't done anything since you've been back home. If you don't wanna go out that's fine, we can have a movie night or anything I just want to spend time with you. I don't want you to push yourself away from me like I know you're doing right now. Your lecture can wait and you have a bit of time until you can be reinstated to the BAU. Take a little time for me and you please." I beg of him knowing he probably won't be able to resist the puppy dog eyes I'm giving him.

"Ok, yeah you're right I need a break from work for a minute. I don't really feel like leaving the house I think I'm too anxious to leave right now, but a movie night with takeout does sound really good."

I'll take it, I mean he agreed to at least have a movie night with me. I also don't want to have an argument over what were doing. I also don't want to push him too far. It's a step forward, but little does he know I have a little bit more planned than that. 

-time skip-

For some reason, we decided to watch Rocky Horror Picture Show first, and Spencer decided to get pizza for dinner. Like I said right now I'm gonna take whatever I can get from this. As we're about halfway through the movie and completely through the pizza I realize we're sitting on opposite ends of the couch. We look a little less like a couple that's been together for four years and more like two awkward teenagers having to watch a movie with either one of our parents. I slowly start to scoot closer and closer to him before I'm glued to his side. After a while, he relaxes into my touch and wraps his arms around my shoulder. I start to plant kisses on his neck and jawline. Once I find that spot on his neck I'm so familiar with it doesn't take him but a couple of seconds to become putty in my hands.

He suddenly grabs my jaw and kisses me furiously. He kisses me with so much vigor and passion, that same passion I've missed too much. Before I even fully comprehend what's going on he's already carried me to our bedroom. He plops my body on the bed with such force that my body bounces in place a couple of times. 

Spencer crawls over me and begins sucking on every inch of my neck and collar bones that he can easily get to. After becoming frustrated by the lack of canvas for him, he tugs at the bottom of my shirt a bit before looking at me silently asking for permission. I nod a lift my torso up ever so slightly and lift my arms over my head so he can take my shirt off. He continues marking me until he retracts his head back to see what he did. When I was expecting him to share the same enthusiasm as I had his face dropped. I squinted at him trying to ask if everything's alright without outright saying it. For a couple of moments that were filled with tension, he continues to just stare at me. He's not even looking at my eyes he's just looking at the marks he left. When his eyes started to the water I became nervous and I wanted to know what's going on. I reached out to touch him and he completely retracted before backing up off the bed. He still didn't say anything while he quickly, but very calmly gathered his keys, wallet, and shoes before walking out.

The entire time I was  calling out to him wondering what's going on once I got my shirt back on.

"Spence... hey Spence what's going on?" I say while following him out the door. This time I make sure to grab him and when I did I was met with nothing but unbridled rage. With tears in his eyes and a disgusted look on his face, he ripped his forearm from out of my grasp.

"I don't want to talk to you right now! Isn't that fucking obvious why do you think I'm walking away? Don't even think about following me! I don't want you to talk to me, I don't want your sympathy or help, and most importantly right now I don't want you!" He shouts at me before stomping down the hall. 

Two concerned neighbors peeked their heads at the door as he went down the hall. All I could do is stand there in horror and confusion. I mean Spencer and I have argued, but all couples do. That wasn't even an argument I don't even know what to call it. Most importantly he has never even raised his voice at me. Normally when Spencer is mad he's calm, and he talks to you with a disappointed almost sad tone rather than an angry one. I don't know who that was because that wasn't my boyfriend. 

I slump myself against the door and curl my knees into my chest before letting out heavy sobs. My shoulders rack as my brain tries to adjust to the whiplash of emotions. I cry until I can't anymore and at this point I'm just letting out hiccups while trying to control my breathing. After a while, I don't even have the energy to cry. After sitting numbly on the floor staring at a random corner of the room I pick myself up and just go through the motions to get ready for bed. I can't even call Spencer because he left his phone, so I don't even try and bother worrying about him. After I shower I lay in our bed with still-damp hair. I don't know where he is or when he's coming home but my body is basically shutting down while I'm worrying about where he's at. My eyes are closing against my own will. I'm just hoping I'll wake up next to my boyfriend's curly hair tickling me like most mornings.

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[kurlyfrasier]

Terrified: Part 8

Raph x Reader

Synopsis: Raph saves you from ruffians one night in an alley after watching out for you for weeks without you knowing. Which leads you to getting to know the guys and becoming part of the family. But Raph keeps a distance and you don’t understand why. 

Word Count: 1763

Warnings: None, I don’t think...it’s definitely starting to look up though (:

A/N:  This goes back and forth between raph and reader pov just fyi

Three excruciating days after the transplant, Leo finally let me free. I had re-read most of my books, listened to all of my music on repeat more than I’d like to admit, and stared at the ceiling for countless hours. I was surprisingly relieved when he told me that he had to break our promise. At least I now knew Raph didn’t over-stress himself over the information. Plus, it was nice knowing there wasn’t much for him to break if he lost his temper during quarantine. I figured Mikey could hold his own against his weakened brother if it did come to blows. Thankfully, it did not. I heard he also took it rather well. Which simultaneously made me happy that he kept his cool and had me doubting what little effect I may have once had over him.

I could only hope he still cared about my welfare to get him to stay in the lair indefinitely.

Still, it was nice to leave my room. The first place I went was Raph’s room. Where I found there was no bed because they had carried him on his bed into the quarantine room. So he would be more comfortable when he woke. I hoped he appreciated his brothers’ thoughtfulness. I then peeked into the lab to find both Raph and Mikey snoring, disappointing me slightly. I would’ve liked to see how well he was doing for myself. With a sigh, I made my way toward the living room and plopped myself onto the giant bean bag and turned on the tv to enjoy my newfound freedom. A few minutes later, spaghetti was resting on my lap as if I had conjured it. I looked up to find Leo sitting on the couch, making it known that he wasn’t leaving until I had eaten at least a few bites.

He was really throwing off my groove with this whole ‘forcing me to eat thing’. How was I supposed to convince Raph to stay in the lair if I didn’t look sick? Plus, it was hard to eat anymore. Those weeks I went barely eating were affecting me more than I wanted to admit. But if it kept Raph safe, it was worth it.

A few bites in I expected him to leave. Instead, he flicked his gaze between my plate and eyes, raising a brow in challenge. I huffed, but continued eating. Spaghetti was my favorite, after all, so I figured a few extra bites wouldn’t hurt. Eventually he was satisfied and left the room for the dojo. 

I waited on bated breath until I heard the swishing of his katanas before sneaking off for the restroom. I needed to empty my stomach, and fast. Unfortunately, I bumped into Donnie on my way, who dragged me back to the living room area. His excuse was that he wanted to watch a movie with me.

This pattern continued for the following few days. To my utter frustration.

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Today was the day. The day Raph and Mikey were finally going to get out of quarantine. The day he was going to get to see you, and he couldn’t wait. He was more anxious than the first night they went topside and that was saying something.

Three days after Leo had spilled his guts about what had been going on with you and Raph felt he was almost at 100 percent. Sure, he still needed a few extra hours of sleep, to get some muscle back, and get his cardio up a bit more, but he finally got the okay from Donnie to get out of this bubble. All Donnie had to do was some last minute blood tests to make sure there was no more poison in his system and that their immune systems were up to crack after the transplant. When he gave the all clear, Raph ripped the plastic down and asked where to find you.

Raph asked everyone not to tell you that he was going to be out of quarantine because he wanted to see you before you saw him. He needed to see how true the stories were. He needed to make sure he could compose himself before you saw him.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he found you sitting alone on the couch, watching tv. A banana laid next to you, untouched, and he wondered if you had eaten yet. You needed to eat. You were so small, waif-like really. The curves he so loved on you had disappeared. Replaced with fragile looking bone. You looked exhausted with dark bags and droopy eyes. Your skin was paler than he had ever seen and your hair looked thin, not that he knew much about that, but it used to have a mind of its own. Now it was flat and lifeless. His heart broke at the sight.

Slowly- quietly- he made his way toward you. You had yet to notice him and he needed all the strength he could muster not to go off on you. Why had you not taken care of yourself- especially when you found out he was alive and well. Why had you not slept better? Ate more?

Raph grabbed the banana from behind the couch and handed it to you.

“Not hungry,” you said with barely a glance.

“Ya look hungry ta me,” he rasped, unable to speak above a whisper looking at you.

Your head snapped up at the sound of his voice with so much velocity your entire body spun around, causing you to slip off the couch, arms flailing. He caught you though, and stood you up on the couch, now at eye-level.

“Raph!” You beamed up at him, wide-eyed, and threw your bird-like arms around his neck. Gently, he reciprocated with a loose hold around your waist, worried he might hurt you as he buried his nose at the crook of your neck. You looked so fragile, and he had always been like a bull in a china shop.

“Why’d you do this?” He didn’t mean to ask- he really didn’t- but he had to know. You stiffened in his hold and tried to back out of the hug, but he held you where you were. He didn’t want you falling off the couch. And he sure as shell did not want to let go. If he worried about your safety before, now he was even more concerned. There was no way he was going to let you out of his sight anytime soon. “Wha’ were you thinkin’ Swee’heart?” His voice was muffled and broken.

“I just- I wasn’t hungry, that’s all,” you shrugged in his hold as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“Y/n,” Raph demanded your attention with a growl, now looking you in the eyes as he held you steady by the waist. “There’s a diffe’ence between not feelin’ hungry and starvin’ yerself!”

“Raph-”

“Don’tcha ‘Raph’ me, Princess,” he let go and stepped around the couch. You followed his every move, sitting back down while he paced between you and the tv. “Leo told me ev’rythin’. And Mikey. They were worried sick! Don’tcha know what ya mean ta them! Huh!”

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Raph was fuming as my heart beat wildly in my chest. Two pet names in the span of a couple minutes? It was almost too much to endure along with the fact that he was saying more than three words to me at a time until my heart sunk at the mention of his brothers and asking what I meant to them. Not him. Them. Still, I couldn’t tear my gaze away.

He was awake.

He was moving.

He was alive.

And he was just as strong as ever before.

“They were startin’ ta worry you might hurt yerself, Y/n.”

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, bowing my head in shame. “I wouldn’t do that.” Unless he had died, I thought to myself, remembering that night he came back injured. My first thought at the time was that I couldn’t live without him. My second; that I wouldn’t.

“Good. And I appreciate ya stayin’ next ta me an’ all, but ya shoulda got betta sleep,” he continued ranting, burning a hole in the floor with his pacing. “What if I had hurt ya in my sleep? What if I woke up an’ panicked? Huh? What then?”

“I-”

“I woulda neva been able to forgive myself if somethin’ had happened ta ya. And then I wake up without a peep from ya and learn ya lost ya job, and ya apartment. That ya haven’ slept or ate. Do ya realize how worried I was?” 

I couldn’t help but snap my head up at that tidbit of news. 

“And look at ya! Ya turned inta skin an’ bones.” 

“It’s not like I was that pretty before…” I muttered under my breath, fiddling with my fingers as I remembered all those times I wore something extra pretty to get a reaction out of him to no avail. I had secretly hoped the last time he would suddenly realize what was in front of him, but then-

Raph stopped dead, fists clenched at his sides, chest heaving as he raked his molten emerald gaze over my form. So much like he used to do when checking for injuries. In less than a beat those same eyes turned sharp as the blade that sliced his arm. “What. Did. You. Just. Say,” he growled out, sounding feral, enunciating every word with the same precision he uses with his sais.

“No-nothin’,” I stuttered out, attempting to sink myself into the back of the couch. Wishing I could disappear as he sauntered his way over, forcing me to meet his furious eyes.

“I don’t eva wanna hear that again. Yer gorgeous. The most beautiful thing I had eva seen. Do ya hear me?”

My heart stopped, mouth gaped, and eyes bulged. If he noticed my shock, he ignored it.

“I’m takin’ full responsability,” he said pointedly as I tried to remember how to breathe. “I’m gonna make sure ya get food in ya. That it stays in ya. An’ that ya get the best sleep of yer life, Swee’heart.”

Suddenly- before I could even process that he planned on becoming my caretaker- he was on his knees before me, arms wrapped around my waist as he set his head in my lap. “I wanted ta run ta ya the moment I heard. I wanted ta knock some sense inta ya. But now that I see ya...I’m neva gonna let ya outta my sight.”

Jackpot.

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Part 9

[reinerispretty]

beneath the moon. (sokka x f!reader) pt 9

hi everyone! thank u for being so patient with me with this series, i adore u all! 

pt1

pt8

“It seems so spooky here.” Katara wrung out her skirt. “Sokka, you’ve got an elbow leech.” Sokka yelled, ripping the leech off of his elbows. (Y/N) let out a laugh, unable to control the reaction. Sokka glared at her.

“If you ever get a leech, I’m not helping you get it off.”

“I wouldn’t need your help,” (Y/N) teased. “I could get it off myself without being a huge baby.”

(Y/N) felt her whole body tense when she saw the Fire Nation flags flying high over the city of Omashu. As she walked with her friends into the city, her mind raced with thoughts of what had happened the last time she had encountered the Fire Nation. She had lost a lot more than just her bending that day. 

She could hear Sokka’s complaints as they trudged through the sewers but she remained quiet. Her muscles were tight, ready to begin bending at a moment’s notice. When they had surfaced, she heard a voice call, “Hey! What are you kids doing out past curfew?” And she whirled around, ready to draw water out of the pouch on her hip, but Katara grabbed her hand. 

“We were just on our way home,” She told the Fire Nation guards, giving (Y/N’s) hand a reassuring squeeze as she did so. (Y/N) furrowed her brows but remained silent. 

Once they had convinced the guards that Sokka was deathly ill and needed to get home immediately, (Y/N) turned to Katara. “Why didn’t we just fight them? We could’ve taken them out.” 

“Keeping a low profile is really important, especially in places where the Fire Nation is concerned.” (Y/N) frowned. “We can’t draw any unwanted attention to Aang.” 

They camped out in an abandoned barn and spent the next morning and afternoon searching for Bumi. They had yet to find him by the time the sun started setting. (Y/N) felt herself growing increasingly frustrated with Aang. He was adamant about finding his friend, but she grew nervous around each Fire Nation guard that she saw. 

“I don’t like being here,” She mumbled to Katara. Katara looked at her nervously. Sometimes, Katara felt that (Y/N) was a ticking time bomb. She was fairly unpredictable. The last thing that anyone wanted was to draw attention to themselves, but (Y/N) was a risk. She had heard of what she had done back in the Northern Water Tribe when she had frozen Hahn in a ball of ice. If she did that to one of the guards...

Katara gave her a reassuring smile. “I understand,” she said, because she did. When Katara had first encountered the Fire Nation outside of her home, she was on edge as well. “But we have to keep low. It’s the best thing to do to keep us safe.” 

(Y/N) gave her a worried look, but conceded, and Katara felt herself let out a breath she hadn’t known she had been holding. (Y/N’s) unpredictability had only increased since the passing of her sister. Katara worried sometimes, for her friend’s wellbeing, but she remained silent and watched. If needed, she would be prepared to intervene. 

They had crossed paths with a woman and a teenage girl walking with a young child. The group watched as a ball of earth went soaring toward them and Aang quickly disintegrated it to dust. The teenage girl, excited by the new movement in her daily life, chased after the group. 

Sharp, pointed darts soared past (Y/N) and her friends as they ran away. She tried her best to deflect them, but her waterbending skills still paled in comparison to Aang and Katara’s. She turned away from the girl with a frown and led her friends down a narrow alley with a dead end. She heard them all inhale a deep breath of surprise before the ground swallowed them whole. 

They encountered Earth Kingdom insurgents who had told them their plan of retaking the city. But their time in Omashu was met with less upheaval than (Y/N) had expected. They evacuated all of the insurgents by pretending the group had pentapox, the fake disease that they had invented for Sokka. Then, they encountered the Fire Nation Princess and her friends, the teenage girl from earlier and another girl who could block their chi, essentially inhibiting their waterbending. (Y/N) had let out a yell as her waterbending had been stolen from her for the time being. She had collapsed to the ground, unable to move her arms, and watched as Sokka ran toward the girl with his boomerang. She tried her best to limit his mobility as well, but he was too fast. He grabbed (Y/N) into his arms and ran away with her. 

“I’m fine,” (Y/N) had said. “My legs work perfectly, let me down!” But Sokka hadn’t listened to her. He ran back toward Appa, where Aang and Katara were waiting for them. “Sokka, let me go!” 

“You’re welcome for saving you,” Sokka grumbled as she was lifted onto Appa’s saddle. She frowned unhappily. 

“I would’ve been alright. It’s only a matter of time until I get my bending back and then--” 

“And then what, (Y/N)?” Sokka snapped. “You’d be captured by the Fire Nation. No, thank you.” Her frowned deepened and she turned away from Sokka before she said something she really regretted. She could feel the bending coming back to her arms slowly. She resolved that the next time they would stop for water, she would splash him for good measure. 

The next time they stopped was not for a few days’ time. Aang started leading Appa downward, to a swamp that they passed over. “Aang?” Sokka asked. “What do you think you’re doing?” 

“I think the swamp is calling me,” Aang said, his voice unsure. 

“Is it calling you to some food?” Sokka grumbled. 

“I don’t know about that swamp,” (Y/N) said. “It looks...scary?” 

“We’ll only stop for a moment,” Aang reassured them, casting a smile at (Y/N). She smiled back, but she was still unsure. Sokka shook his head. 

“We should keep going.” With a sigh, Aang agreed. They flew past the swamp, resolving to find another place to stop, but a tornado formed, dragging them down into its depths. (Y/N) was flung from the saddle, landing in the damp water that surrounded the plants. As she blinked her eyes open, she noticed the dark shade that encompassed the land of the swamp. The trees cascaded over them, blocking almost any sunshine that could enter. 

“This place gives me the creeps,” (Y/N) said as she stood, crossing her arms over her chest. Katara nodded. 

“It seems so spooky here.” Katara wrung out her skirt. “Sokka, you’ve got an elbow leech.” Sokka yelled, ripping the leech off of his elbows. (Y/N) let out a laugh, unable to control the reaction. Sokka glared at her. 

“If you ever get a leech, I’m not helping you get it off.” 

“I wouldn’t need your help,” (Y/N) teased. “I could get it off myself without being a huge baby.” 

“Oh please, you’d scream just like any of us.” 

“You don’t know that.” (Y/N) and Sokka both rolled their eyes at the same time. 

“I can’t find Appa or Momo,” Aang said gravely. All three of his companions gulped. Their only way out of the swamp was now currently missing. 

“Well, it wouldn’t be a normal day with out something unfortunate happening to us,” (Y/N) sighed. “They have to be somewhere around here.” 

“Guess we better start searching,” Sokka said, using his machete to whack through the clumps of vines that blocked their path. Nervously, Aang, Katara, and (Y/N) followed him. 

As Sokka hacked through the vines, Aang said, “Maybe we should be a little bit nicer to the swamp.” 

“Aang, these are just plants. Do you want me to say "please" and "thank you" as I swing my machete back and forth?“ 

“Maybe you should listen to Aang,” Katara said. “Something about this place feels ... alive.” 

“I can feel it too,” (Y/N) agreed. “And it doesn’t feel very happy.” 

“I'm sure there are lots of things that are alive here and if we don't wanna wind up getting eaten by them, we need to find Appa as fast as we can.” To punctuate his statement, Sokka sliced through another thick set of vines. 

They searched for hours until the sun began to set, so they agreed to stop and camp for the night. (Y/N) felt increasingly uneasy as she sat by the fire that they had built. Each moment they were there, it felt like more and more eyes were watching her. Every little sound made her whip her head to see its source. 

She tried her hardest not to fall asleep but eventually her own exhaustion got the better of her. The four of them had fallen asleep huddled together. (Y/N) lay between Aang and Katara, snoring softly as she experienced a dreamless sleep. She woke to the feeling of something crawling up her leg. Sleepily, she opened her eyes to see the blurry outline of a vine wrapping itself around her legs. (Y/N) blinked her eyes to get a clearer image, but just before she could warn her friends, they were all pulled apart from each other. 

A scream ripped from her throat as she felt herself and her friends be pulled deeper into the swamp mist. Twigs and branches scratched at her skin as she was dragged. The swamp became darker the deeper she traveled. (Y/N) knew she had to act fast or else she might not find her friends again. Freeing one hand from the vines, she formed a water whip to slice through the vine. It dropped her to the ground, the vines that were wrapped around her body falling limply to her side. (Y/N) scrambled to her feet and started running back to where she had come. 

The vines licked at her ankles as they chased her but (Y/N) would cut them as soon as they caught up to her. She ran for what felt like hours until eventually the vines receded back into the swamp. She sat herself on a rock to catch her breath. “Aang!” She called out. “Sokka? Katara!” She started walking again. She tried to make mental notes of what areas she had passed through before, but it was no use. It was like the swamp was changing each time she walked through. She would think that she recognized a stump, but then see some completely new formation of earth beside it. 

(Y/N) felt herself growing increasingly frustrated as she walked through the forest. Being without her friends in an unknown area made her feel anxious. But then, just through the thick of the trees, (Y/N) saw a bright light. Thinking it might be Aang in his Avatar State, she raced towards it, shouting his name. When she arrived in the clearing, she did not find Aang, but instead found a glowing, familiar spirit. 

“Yue?” (Y/N’s) voice was only a whisper, but the spirit turned around nonetheless. Yue hovered above the ground in her glowing moon-like state. (Y/N) felt her hands shaking at her sides. The spirit hovered closer to her, until their faces were just inches apart. 

“You let me die,” Yue said, her face harsh and accusatory. (Y/N’s) eyes widened in surprise. They welled with tears and (Y/N) shut them tight to prevent them from falling. When she opened her eyes, Yue was gone. 

(Y/N) wanted to get as far away from that area as possible, so she darted back the way she had come. She ran as fast as her feet would carry her. She almost didn’t realize that someone was standing in front of her until she collided with them. The force knocked them both to the ground. 

“Ow!” Shouted Sokka, rubbing his head. “That’s the third time you’ve run into me, you know.” 

“Sokka!” (Y/N) breathed. “I’ve been looking all over for you!” Sokka helped her to her feet. “We need to get out of this swamp as soon as possible. I hate it here.” 

“Yeah, no kidding. You won’t believe who I saw.” Before (Y/N) could press him further, Aang and Katara came rolling down the hill, knocking Sokka and (Y/N) to the ground once again. 

“What do you guys think you're doing?” Sokka exclaimed as he stood. “I've been looking all over for you!”

“Well, I've been wandering around looking for you,” Katara said as she rubbed her head. 

“I was chasing some girl,” Aang said. 

“What girl?” (Y/N) asked. 

“I don't know. I heard laughing and I saw some girl in a fancy dress.” 

“Well, there must be a tea party here and we just didn't get our invitations!“ Sokka said sarcastically. 

“I thought I saw Mom,” Katara said quietly. 

“Look, we were all just scared and hungry and our minds were playing tricks on us. That's why we all saw things out here.” Sokka put his machete back in its holster. 

“You saw something too?” Katara asked. Sokka sighed. 

“I thought I saw Yue. But, that doesn't prove anything. Look, I think about her all the time, and you saw Mom, someone you miss a lot.” 

(Y/N) remained silent, eyeing Sokka up and down. He wouldn’t look at her. She knew it was ridiculous, but she felt anger bubbling up inside of her.

“What about me?” Aang asked. “I didn't know the girl I saw. And all our visions led us right here.” 

“So where’s here? The middle of the swamp?” (Y/N) raised her head to look at the treetops. Light still barely filtered in. 

“Yeah, the center ... it's the heart of the swamp. It's been calling us here. I knew it.” Aang placed his palm on the large tree behind them. 

“It's just a tree. It can't call anyone. For the last time, there's nothing after us and there's nothing magical happening here,” Sokka grumbled. Just as he finished his sentence, a monster made out of seaweed emerged from the swamp. Their group screamed in surprise but quickly readied themselves for a fight. 

Sokka was grabbed by the monster’s vines, being flung to and fro. (Y/N) raised water into the air and froze it, sending the freezing ice shards into its arm. It cut through the vines but they healed back together. 

As they fought, Sokka was absorbed into the seaweed monster’s body. Katara used her waterbending to free him and as Sokka landed on the ground, he sprung back to his feet. “There’s someone in there bending the vines!” Aang used his airbending to cut down the middle of the monster, revealing a man in nothing but a leaf loincloth. 

“Why did you call me here if you just wanted to kill us?” Aang demanded. The man stopped his waterbending. 

“I didn’t call you here.” 

After learning the man, whose name was Huu, was only attacking them because he was a protector of the swamp, the group was able to engage in a completely normal conversation with him. They learned that the swamp was indeed a mystical place, that showed them people they had lost or loved, or both. Time didn’t necessarily count in the swamp, so the girl that Aang had seen would be someone he would meet. 

After eating dinner with the swamp waterbenders and finding Appa and Momo, the group hopped on Appa’s back and flew off into the night. (Y/N) sat toward the back of Appa’s saddle, watching as the swamp disappeared into the horizon. For the first time in weeks, she looked up at the full moon that shined brightly down on her. 

Although it was just an illusion, (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel uneasy at what her the apparition of Yue had said. She had let her die. This was a statement that (Y/N) had wrestled with ever since her sister had given her life for the wellbeing of the world. If she had tried harder to convince Yue to stay, perhaps she could have found another way to bring back the Moon Spirit. Instead, all she did was watch and cry as her sister died. 

She was so deep in thought that she hadn’t noticed Sokka scooch to sit beside her. She jumped when he cleared his throat. “You saw someone in the swamp too, didn’t you?” 

(Y/N) didn’t look at him. She chewed on her bottom lip, a habit she had developed when she was anxious. “I saw Yue, too.” 

“That makes sense,” Sokka said. “Since it was someone you cared about.” 

“I didn’t just care about her,” (Y/N) snapped. “She is my sister. The exact same blood runs through our veins.” (Y/N) swallowed. “Ran through our veins.” 

“I know what you’re feeling-” 

“You really don’t, Sokka. You knew Yue for a few days. She was the only person I trusted during my entire life.” 

Sokka’s face fell, saddened by what (Y/N) had said. She knew she had struck a nerve, but she didn’t care. She didn’t find it very fair that Sokka had a piece of her sister as well. Yue was kind and loving and an exceptional person, but she was (Y/N’s). And (Y/N) didn’t like that she had to share her memory now with a boy that barely knew her. 

Sokka crawled away from (Y/N) and sat back down at Katara’s side. Katara gave him a sad smile and whispered, “She just needs time.” 

Sokka did not reply. 

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[soemthingsparkly]

The Comfort of a Best Friend.

Alex has been afraid of these feelings for a long time. Luke is worried about him.

Word Count: 2k.

Alex Comes Out.

(Ao3)

~~~~~~

1994.

It’d been on his mind for a while now.

It felt like a lie.

Or at least a lie by omission, anyway.

And he was guilty of omission, he knew that. He’d been subjecting his friends to his presence for months now, when they had no idea what was on his mind.

Each time Luke put a hand to his leg or threw an arm around his shoulders, hugging him close to his chest, Alex softened before his anxiety spiked.

Was he allowed to enjoy this? Was he allowed to find comfort in these familiar touches and comfortable contacts?

Did that comfort equate to attraction – or was it love, even? It was love, yes – Alex loved Luke and Reggie more than anything the world could offer him – but was it an ordinary love shared between close friends?

Or was it a repulsive love? One that was peppered with an unwanted lust; one that had Alex on his knees each night, retching on the bathroom tiles.

How many nights had Alex spent working himself up into that state? It usually began the memory of a single moment: Bobby’s soft touch as he painted Alex’s fingernails in the same black polish he wore himself, or Luke’s playful, teasing smile as he plucked the theme tune to The Adam’s Family, or Reggie’s bubbly, effervescent laughter.

And Alex began to wonder if these moments were as tender to his friends as they were to him. And this question lead him to the dizzying fear that marched him into the anxious spiral that he lost himself in most nights:

Am I in love with my best friends?

~~~

It was a late evening in January that Alex found himself heading towards Luke’s house.

Alex’s breath formed cotton clouds in front of his face as he watched the ground disappear beneath his feet. He counted his steps as he walked: one, two, three, four; one, two, three, four… perfect rhythm. That he knew. That he could work with.

What was he doing?

Not much later on, he found himself knocking on the front door of the Patterson’s house. Luke’s mother answered.

“Alex?” she said, holding the door. She was smiling at him, but the warm, comforting tone of her voice was laced with concern. She looked the boy up and down. He was wearing just his pink hoodie and a pair of black jeans, his hands buried deep inside his front pocket. “Honey, what are you doing here? Are you alright?”

No.

“Hi, Mrs. Patterson. Sorry. I know it’s late. Is Luke here?”

The woman opened her mouth, but before she could even formulate an answer, Luke, himself, appeared at her elbow. “Alex, hey,” he said, a curious half smile on his face. “What are you doing here?” His brows began to wrinkle. “Everything okay?”

Alex stalled. He blinked. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, I’m all good. I was just out for a walk and…” He leant back, casting an eye over the neighbourhood. “I was just passing and thought I’d drop by.”

Luke narrowed his eyes, his lips parting. “Sure…” he said, though seemed unconvinced. “Did you want to come in?”

Alex considered the invite, but shook his head. “No, I just…”

Back out. Abort. Don’t do it.

Go home.

He snapped his head up. “You wanna come walk with me for a bit?”

~~~

Luke had shared only a brief look with his mother before he’d grabbed his jacket and waved them onwards.

They meandered together, side-by-side, heading nowhere in particular but silently avoiding the main streets. Alex was grateful for that.

“So, I spoke to the manager of Duke’s by the way,” Luke had begun. “He said that Sunset Curve could totally maybe play in their new music night next month. Maybe March. He was… you know, he was kind of unsure. He didn’t want to commit, but I’m telling you, dude, Duke’s is not a write off this time. Not like The Green Court, those bastards…”

Alex wasn’t really listening. All he could hear were his ruminations - thoughts that knocked back and forth like a metronome.

Tell him, tell him, tell him.

“What do you think? You think Duke’s is going to happen? If not, I think we should just show up anyway. Show the line outside that we’re better than whatever crap they decided to put on instead of us. Huh? What do you think?”

“Yeah, sounds cool man. I dig it.”

Tell him, tell him, tell him.

He realised he’d started counting to the beat of his anxieties: one, two; one, two, and his feet obeyed.

Suddenly, Alex realised Luke was no longer by his side. Alex slowed to a stop and turned to see Luke standing no less than four paces back, arms hanging limply by his sides.

“We’ve been out here for, like, half an hour, Alex, and I don’t think it’s because you want to talk about Duke’s. When are you going to tell me what’s up?”

Alex dropped his head and swallowed. Luke took two steps to fill the gap between them.

“Come on, man, you don’t think I’ve noticed?” Luke asked. “You’ve been totally out of whack, recently. You’re missing beats you could hit in your sleep. And I know you do, too, because whenever we share a bed, you end up leaving bruises on my back. I’m worried about you, man.”

Alex winced. He got caught on the part about them sharing a bed. Oh god. He was going to throw up.

He closed his eyes. “Don’t say that.”

Luke recoiled. “What? Don’t say what?”

“Just… please don’t. Don’t.”

“Alex, what are you talking about?” Luke asked. “Alex, talk to me.” He took another step forward, further closing the gap between them, causing Alex to thrust out a hand and parry backwards.

“No,” he said, keeping his hand between them. “No, just don’t… don’t come any…” he swallowed as Luke’s eyes grew wide. His hand ducked back into his pocket. “Don’t say you’re worried about me.”

A bloated silence filled the space between them.

Finally, Luke’s nostrils flared. “What? I am worried about you. Alex, you’re my best friend and you’ve been acting totally weird since… well, for a while now. I don’t know what’s up with you. You’re not telling me something and I’m worried about it.”

Luke folded his arms to bar against the sudden cold wind that cut through them. As the wind speared the overcast clouds, Alex noticed Luke’s eyes and cheeks were damp in the moonlight.

“You’re my best friend, Alex, how can you say I shouldn’t be worried?”

Alex's face stung in the cold. He tipped his head back.

“Please, Alex.”

He exhaled a shuddering breath. “I’m so scared.”

Luke’s eyebrows turned down. “Scared? What… what is it? What are you scared of? If you tell me, I can help you. We’ll work it out. Just trust me, damn it.”

Alex dropped his head forward, his cheeks damp too, now. He chewed on his bottom lip and lifted his shoulders in a small shrug. “I’m scared of losing you,” he said, and Luke’s chin jutted out. “And Reggie and Bobby. All of you.”

“Lose us?” Luke repeated, indignant. “That’s crazy. Why would you lose us? Alex, please. What is going on with you, just tell me, please. I don’t know what you’re–”

Alex closed his eyes, took a deep breath and let the words fall out.

The moment following his utterance, Alex felt a sudden peace wash over him. The words were out. They were in somebody else’s hands now. He could finally deal with the consequences. He was still afraid of what they may be, but felt stronger for it.

Luke blinked, frowning. “You’re what?”

And the strength dissipated.

Alex stared at his friend. He didn’t want to repeat himself, but he swallowed his nerve and hunched his shoulders. “I’m gay.”

Luke’s face relaxed as a neutral shock set over his features. His mouth formed a small ‘o’ as thoughts and memories played over his face.

Suddenly the panic was back and Alex felt his heart rate begin to race. Thump. Thump. Thump.

One, one, one.

Overwhelmed and overbalanced with it all, Alex stumbled back and pushed his hands through his hair. He tugged on fistfulls of blonde.

Luke just continued to look blankly at the ground.

Alex shook his head, wishing the whole moment away. If only he had waited just another day – had had just a few more days to spend time with his best friends. If he had known that earlier that day he would be led by his feet to Luke’s front door, he would’ve made sure to take note of every detail of the scene.

Catalogue every note of Reggie’s laughter, every melody that Luke smiled, each chord Bobby moved through.

“I’m sorry, Luke, I’m so sorry. I should’ve told you sooner. I’m sorry.”

You stupid fool. What have you done?

The blankness on Luke’s face was replaced with confusion. “Wait, what?”

“I know… I know it’s totally gross and I get it if you never want to talk to me again or–”

And then Alex felt Luke’s arms around him and for a fearful moment he thought he might be thrown to the ground. He went rigid, bracing for the impact of the suburban sidewalk.

It never came. Instead, Luke just held him there, on his feet, with a hand on the back of his head, calloused fingers stroking his hair.

Alex dropped his arms around Luke’s shoulders and the boy let out a deep sigh and Alex felt hot breath on his neck. He felt dampness against his skin.

“Luke?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.” Luke sniffed and Alex realised he was no longer the only one crying.

“Did you hear what I said?”

Luke nodded. He pulled back, placing his hands on Alex’s cheeks. He nodded again and let out a choked laugh as he said, “I heard you.”

Alex reached up and rested his fingers on Luke’s hand. He swallowed and choked. “I’m gay, Luke. I tried not to be, but I just…”

Luke shook his head. “Hey, hey.”

Alex pressed his lips together.

“You’re the drummer of the sickest new rock band this side of the hollywood strip, and you’re my best friend, okay? You don’t have to pretend to be anything you’re not.”

Luke dropped one hand to his shoulder and squeezed. “I don’t care what you are, man. I don’t care. As long as I get to keep calling you my best friend, my drummer, my brother, you can be a fucking giraffe for all I care.”

“A giraffe?” Alex snorted softly.

Luke grinned. “If you wanted to be. I’d support it.”

“You really… you really don’t care?”

Luke’s grin faded. “No man, why would I?”

Alex's lungs gave way to relief. He gripped the hand that Luke had left on his cheek and allowed a few breathy laughs to pass his lips as he attempted not to collapse.

“I really thought I was going to lose you.”

Luke shook his head. “You goof.”

They stood for a long while, Luke brushing tears from Alex’s face and Alex telling Luke to stop being so gay. They laughed and Luke shoved him.

“Dude,” he said, mouth curved in a playful smile.

“I’m allowed,” Alex said, pushing his hands back in his pockets.

Luke rolled his eyes and shoved Alex again, this time back in the direction they came. “Come on, let’s go back to mine and get pizza. It’s fucking cold out here.”

Alex exhaled, his stomach unclenching for the first time in many months. “Okay,” he said. “That sounds good.”

And even though it was cold and his feet were numb and his legs felt weak, he felt happy. And when they reached the Patterson’s house, Luke’s mom made hot chocolate for them.

They took their mugs to Luke’s room and Luke put a DVD into the player - “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, a classic, of course,” he’d said, before climbing onto the bed, and shuffling close to Alex.

The two relaxed into each other, Alex’s head on Luke’s shoulder, and Luke’s leg propped up and hooked over Alex’s, and Alex finally felt comfortable again in the familiar and loving touches of his best friend.

[peach-the-owl]

Nightmares

Child of the Nein (Nott, Fjord, Beau & Child!Reader)

I’m only doing these three because they’re the ones I had an idea for, but if you wanna see anyone else let me know and I’m sure I’ll come up with something for them too.

Nott

You look around at your surroundings, not sure where you are but you see three individuals all with their backs turned away from you. You approach them cautiously and one turns around revealing it to be Nott, but she was a halfling again.

"What are you doing here?" You stop in your tracks when she asks you this. "I have my real family with me now, why would I waste my time with a monster like you." She sounded disgusted with you. You shrink back but try to say something only to find you can’t speak, she turns and walks away with the other two. You try to scream, to move, do anything but you can’t it’s like your voice is stuck in your throat and your feet are glued to the ground. You sink to your knees as you helplessly watch the three walk away from you, it wasn’t fair, why did you have to be born a goblin?…

Your shaken awake and feel someone drying away your stray tears, your yellow eyes meeting with Notts own.

"I could hear you crying in your sleep, are you alright?" She asks you. You sniffle a bit and feel a little anxious about telling her about your dream.

"If you had the chance, would you ever leave me?"

"What?"

"You know, if you got the chance to be a halfling again, would you leave me to be with your real family?" You hold your breath as you wait for her to respond, a fresh set of tears starting to streak down your face. She cups your face into her hands then gently pulls you into a hug shushing your quiet sobs as she rocks you back and forth for a moment.

"No," she finally responds. "I could never leave you after everything we’ve been through together. Your just as much family to me as Yeza and Luc, even if we're not related by blood I still see you as my own." You grip onto her tighter, happily relieved to know she saw you as a part of her family.

"Thanks mama." You pause having accidentally letting the word slip out, but Nott only looked at you with a loving smile.

"Why don’t we get ourselves some sleep." You nod and settle into the bed again with Nott still cradling you in her arms, this time drifting off more peacefully into sleep. "And don’t worry, if Caleb ever finds a way to save me, I’m sure he'll be able to do the same for you too." Nott whispers to your sleeping form before letting herself fall asleep.

Fjord

You never really had nightmares before, that is until you were out at sea as apart of Avantika's crew…

You open your eyes to find yourself floating in some sort of dark abyss, looking around you couldn’t see anything until something illuminated your backside. You turn around and see a giant eye staring back at you, it filled you with a sense of terror. Then it spoke.

"… DISTRACTION… PUNISH… BAIT……" Each word it spoke shook you, the last of the three really making you feel uneasy in this things presents. It gives a primal sounding roar as the eye reels back and an enormous set of jaws opens wide before decending upon you. You felt like you were choking, suddenly waking yourself to a fit of coughs as well as spiting up some sea water, much like you’ve seen Fjord do after a dream or vision from his patron. This leads you to believe that the creature in your dream and the creepy sea patron were one and the same, furthering your discomfort of wanting to return to sleep. You step out onto the deck of the ship taking in the crisp sea air, it’s then you hear the soft creak of a door and go to investigate seeing Fjord quietly leave the captain’s quarters.

"Fjord?" You give a soft call, making him almost jump out of his skin as he turns to see you staring at him.

"(Y/n), what are you doing up so late?" He asks walking over to you.

"I, ummm couldn’t sleep, bad dream, so I came out here." You look out to the sea watching as the waves lapped up the side of the boat.

"You didn’t hear anything did you?" Fjord suddenly asks nervously, you give him a confused look and shake your head.

"Should I?"

"No! Nonononono. So about this bad dream of yours…" He quickly changes the subject, trailing off a bit leaving you still a little confused. Regardless you start to explain to him your dream, hoping he’d know anything about it. When your done your explaination you look up at him and see his face turn pale, paired with a look of shock and horror which doesn’t help ease your nerves.

"I know it’s just a dream but I'm scared." You admit, voice wavering like you were about to cry. Fjord places an arm around your shoulder and brings you in closer to him. He’s silent for a moment.

"It’s ok for you to feel scared, but you have nothing to worry about. I promise I won’t let anything bad happen to you." You give a nod then let out a small yawn. The two of you quietly make your way back to your sleeping quarters, you enter the room first with Fjord close behind and see Caduceus peek an eye open at you. You give him a faint smile and apologetic wave.

"Goodnight (y/n)." He hums at you with his own smile.

"Night Caduceus." You reply, shuffling into bed. He then stares at Fjord for a long moment as Fjord shimmies his way into bed as well, neither saying a word until…

"Sleep well with your bad decisions." Caduceus then rolls over back to sleep.

"What does he mean by that?" You whisper to Fjord.

"Don’t worry about that, just go to sleep."

Beau

You awaken with a start, not even remembering what it was that frightened you so much in your sleep but whatever it was it defiantly left you gasping for breath. You look over at where Beau was sound asleep and let out a sigh, there was no way you were going to bother her over something so minimal. The morning came and you felt too exhausted to want to do your early morning training as you didn’t get any sleep after your stupid nightmare woke you, Beau quickly caught on to your behaviour.

"You doin' alright kid?" She asks as you try to rub the sleep deprivation from you eyes.

"I’m alright, let’s just get this over with." You let out a yawn as you try to get into your first position. Beau walks over and stops you making you look at her while once again rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"Yeah, your not up for this today, go sit down for a while." She says after staring at you for a bit, making you pout.

"No, I’m fine I just didn’t get a lot of sleep is all." You argue.

"Really, care to explain why that is." She wasn’t asking you, and you knew that but you still cross your arm stubbornly.

"It’s nothing."

"No it isn’t."

"Yes it-"

"(Y/n)!" She stops you and locks eyes with you to show she was serious. "This clearly isn’t nothing if it’s bothering you so much, just tell me what’s wrong."

"I had a stupid bad dream." You mumble at first making Beau raise a questioning eyebrow at you, you repeat yourself louder this time for her to hear. Beau stays silent for a while, trying to think of what to say as she scratches at the back of her neck. "I told you it’s nothing, I can’t even remember what it was about anyways."

"That doesn’t mean it’s stupid." You tilt your head to the side and give her a confused look. "So you had a nightmare you can’t remember, but it obviously had an effect on you if you couldn’t go back to sleep. I wouldn’t really call that stupid."

"But I’m a big kid so it really shouldn’t bother me, right?" She gives you an half-amused smile with a light chuckle.

"You know it’s ok to feel scared, I certainly have." Beau admits to you, you give her a confused look.

"Scared… you’ve felt scared. I can’t see it."

"That’s just because I hide it well from others, but there are times I’ve felt scared… and no I will not share them with you." You give her a lighthearted sigh. "Why don’t we head now back and get some breakfast."

"What about the rest of our training?" You ask as Beau starts to walk back to the inn you were staying at.

"Don’t worry about it, we’ll just train extra hard tomorrow." She says looking at you over her shoulder a smile on her face, you return the smile and quickly catch up with her the two of you heading into the inn together.

[schrijverr]

'Till Death Do Us Part

Part 6 out of 13

When Alex has to bring Philip to work, he and Thomas discover that they both have something in common: they lost their love. They form an unexpected bond and connection about this that grows into something more.

A medium burn with parental feelings about Philip and flowers.

On AO3.

Ships: Jamilton

Warnings: brief mention of trauma in regards to water.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 6: Garden Daisy Means ‘I Share Your Sentiments’

Alex and Philip played in the park the next day. He pushed Philip on the swings, they tossed a ball back and forth, making Alex feel very stereotypical, so he taught Philip how to make flower crowns from the little daisies in the grass.

Philip was especially excited about making the daisy chains, telling Alex animatedly about making one at school tomorrow: “Yeah, Theo loves flowers, so I’ll make her one, because she is my bestest friend.”

“I’m sure, she’ll appreciate that,” Alex smiled.

“Are you going to make one for Mr. Thomas?” Philip asked.

Alex shook his head: “Probably not, buddy. I don’t think Thomas is much of a flower crown person, but it’s a sweet thought of you.”

“Why?”

“What? I’m going to need more context than that, Pip.”

“Why doesn’t Mr. Thomas want a flower crown?” Philip asked, looking heartbroken about it as he then also asked, “Is a flower crown not a fun gift for your bestest friends?”

“No, no, Pip, it’s a wonderful gift for Theo tomorrow, but are Theo and Thomas really the same?” he tried to do damage control.

Philip thought about it, then said: “No, but they both think my art is the coolest and they like hearing about dinos and Uncle Laf said Mr. Thomas really liked the flowers you gave him and that he was adorable over them, so he must like the flowers. Don’t you think, so Papa?”

“Uncle Laf said what?” Alex was unable to help himself, immediately backtracking, not wanting to involve his kid in that, “Never mind, not important. You make some really good points, Pip,” he had to acknowledge that, but he wasn’t giving Thomas a flower crown.

“I do?” Pip sounded excited about it.

“Yes, you do,” building up self esteem was good, “But Papa is probably not going to do that, because there are no flowers around the office and they will wilt if I make it now,” he wasn’t going to make Philip sad, so hopefully that would be enough.

Philip hummed thoughtfully, then shook off the entire thing: “I suppose you’re right.”

They went home soon after, eating dinner, before Alex read Philip a bedtime story. When Philip had drifted off, he gave him a kiss on the forehead: “Sleep tight, Pip. You’re going places.”

In return Philip snuggled closer into his pillow with a soft sigh. Alex smiled at the sleeping kid, before retreating downstairs, planning to work a bit on his essay about biphobia within the queer community.

He had written a few good paragraphs when his phone buzzed. He picked it up and smiled when he saw it was a message from Thomas: ‘Since you told me that if I wanted to pay so bad, I would have to ask you out and because I said I would, here is me formally asking if you have time next Saturday?

Alex giggled at the wording, before shooting back: ‘dork’

‘me and pip usually hang out on saturdays, but i think hercs free to babysit’

Thomas replied: ‘I was hoping to take you on a picnic, if Philip wants to come and you don’t mind, he’s more than welcome’

That was something Alex hadn’t seen coming. He would love if Thomas and Pip got along and it seemed Thomas was willing to spend time with his son, but he worried that the man had only offered out of guilt.

He took a quick screenshot and send it to Angelic, asking: ‘is this thomas being nice and awkward abt it even though he doesnt mean it?’

After a few seconds, she replied: ‘He wouldn’t lie about shit like that, now reply before he gets anxious about your silence’

‘yes, ma’am’

Alex quickly went back to the chat with Thomas and send: ‘ill ask if he wants to come, but iwould love to take you up on the invitation :D’

‘Good’

‘Talk to you tomorrow?’

‘yeah, see you then’

‘goodnight’

‘Sleep tight, Alex’

Alex sat for a moment smiling dumbly at his phone, looking forwards to tomorrow to see Thomas again as he got up to get ready for bed.

The next day, he quickly put his stuff in his office, before going to the break room, knowing that Thomas would be in soon and meet him there. It always took a few minutes, so Alex busied himself with making coffee, trying not to look at the door.

He was just taking his first sip when Thomas came in. Almost choking he managed to wave as he greeted: “Hi.”

“Hello, be careful there,” Thomas smirked, noticing Alex struggle with the coffee.

“Shove off,” Alex told him, finally swallowing the sip that had betrayed him.

“Nah, don’t wanna,” Thomas shrugged, making himself coffee, “How was your weekend? Did you get terrorized by Lafayette as well?”

“God, he got you too?” Alex asked.

“Naturally,” Thomas replied, “He was at my house first thing in the morning on Saturday, I think he had a notepad.”

“He is such an idiot,” Alex facepalmed.

“You’re telling me,” Thomas laughed.

“But no, my weekend was good,” Alex said after a pause, “I was over at Eliza’s on Saturday, she and Maria were watching Pip and on Sunday me and Pip went to the park. You?”

“Well, on Saturday I hosted Laf, unprepared, but it was alright,” he was not telling Alex he had been draped over the couch, dramatically recounting the entire night like a teenager, “Then on Sunday I read a bit,” and botheredJames about date ideas, which he did not appreciate, before bothering him about what would bea good message to send, which he also didn’t appreciate; he added mentally.

“Are you reading anything interesting?” Alex asked.

“Yeah, I’m reading Frankenstein, just a classic I never got around to,” Thomas answered.

Alex lit up and their conversation went on, discussing the want for bodily autonomy that Mary Shelley as a woman in that era must have had and how that was integrated into the book and how the story of being otheredcould be applied to other minorities today.

The rest of the week sped by like usual. Their lunches together had felt a bit odd at first like it had gained a deeper meaning after the date, but then Thomas had spilled his coffee and Alex had snorted and inhaled a few crumbs, so that had worn off quite quickly.

When Alex had asked Philip if he wanted to come with him and Thomas on a picnic the boy had been beyond excited, which made that easy for Alex.

Now was just the issue of making sure that they had a kite for Pip, the drawing of Mr. Thomas he had made and wanted to give to the man, and sunscreen on as well as a jacket with them, because the weather was mostly good, but there might be winds later on.

Thomas came to pick them up in his car, it was a bit flashy, but the normal amount of flashy for Thomas. Still Alex said: “Hi there, show off.”

“And proud of it,” Thomas just grinned back, before he could say anything more though, Philip came running out of the house, yelling: “Mr. Thomas, Mr. Thomas, do you know how to fly a kite? Will you fly it with me?”

“Wow, calm down, kiddo,” Thomas said to the kid clinging to his waist.

“Sorry, Mr. Thomas.”

“It’s okay, and you can call me Thomas if you want to, you know that, right?”

“But it’s rude to not call people Mister,” Philip frowned.

“Well, it’s okay with me, I am hereby giving you permission to call me Thomas,” Thomas told the kid gently, the whole Mr. Thomas made him feel old.

Philip nodded, then said: “Okay, Uncle Thomas. Do you know how to fly a kite?”

Okay, that was- that was an upgrade that Thomas was unsure of how to deal with, so he just ignored it: “Yeah, I know how to fly a kite. Do you have one?”

“Yes, it’s the bestest one, it gots all the colors of the rainbow on it!” the kid was clearly beyond excited about it.

“Wow, that sounds super awesome, kiddo.”

“What is also super awesome, is car safety,” Alex interrupted them, “I got Pip’s booster seat, do you mind if I put that on the backseat?”

“Of course not, need help?” Thomas answered.

“Nah, I’ve done this before,” Alex grinned.

With Philip’s booster seat firmly in place and the kid buckled in, they got into the car. Thomas holding Alex’s door open with a flourish, making Alex blush as he called him a dork.

“Not a dork, darlin’, just Southern hospitality,” Thomas winked at him, letting his accent coat his words heavily.

And with that he closed Alex’s door and got into the car, driving off in the direction of the nearby park Alex often visited with Pip.

After they arrived Alex got Philip out of the car, while Thomas grabbed Alex’s bag andan actual basket out of the back. When he noticed Alex staring with a raised brow, he shrugged: “You were cliché, so I thought why not.”

“It’s very picturesque.”

“Papa, what is pictuu- pictuu- that word?” Philip asked.

Breaking the eyecontact with Thomas, Alex explained: “Well, sometimes things look just like a picture, they’re put in on purpose to be pretty, like with a drawing. So, we call it picturesque.”

Philip hummed thoughtfully, before he said: “Okay, can I go on the swings?”

“Sure, buddy, but first we go find a spot to sit and maybe eat something, okay?” Alex said, taking Pip’s hand, holding his other out to Thomas with a raised eyebrow.

Thomas took it with a smile, leading them to a spot near the little pond in the park, where a tree provided both shade and an easy marker to find it again if Philip wandered off on his own, which Alex was grateful for.

Out of the basket came a checkered blanket, which made Alex laugh as he and Thomas struggled to lay in down in the wind. But there were also sandwiches, orange juice, brownies, fruit salad and a thermos with coffee.

“Wow, you thought of everything, didn’t you,” Alex whistled.

He got an eye crinkle smile in return as Thomas said: “I try,” before turning to Philip and asking, “What sort of sandwich do you want, kiddo? I got PB and J, ham and cheese and one with chicken and eggplant.”

“May I please have a PB and J sandwich?”

“So, polite,” Thomas commented, handing him the sandwich, “Here you go. Alex?”

“Uhm, can I have one with chicken?”

“Of course, there you are,” Thomas handed him a sandwich, before taking a chicken one as well, nodding a cheers to the others before eating it.

It wasn’t really quiet while they ate, neither Alex nor Philip had a talent for keeping their mouths shut while Thomas was comfortable enough to mix himself into the conversation, either to argue fondly with Alex or to encourage Philip to keep going.

When most of the food was gone, Philip asked: “Can I go on the swings now, Papa?”

Alex checked if the swings were in sight, they were actually quite close and since he was trying to let Pip be more independent, he nodded: “Yeah, just be sure to stay in sight and to come tell me if you’re going somewhere else, okay?”

“Okay, Papa.”

“Can you pinky promise me?” he might be trying to let Pip be more independent, but he still worried about his son.

“Pinky promise,” it was adorable how serious Philip looked while making the pinky promise.

Then Philip skipped off to the swings to play. Alex watched him closely until he got there, then a few moments more just to be sure.

“It’s incredible to see how much you love him,” the comment startled Alex for a moment and he asked: “Wha?”

“Just- you love Philip so much and you can see it every time you two interact,” Thomas explained, “It’s kinda amazing to see. You know, with a big family it wasn’t all that one on one, so seeing how much attention you give him is weird – in the best way of course.”

Alex blushed, no one really every complimented his parenting much, with the trans thing and the single parent and the busy job, most of the PTA moms looked down on him, so it was refreshing to hear: “Oh, uhm, thanks, really means a lot.”

“No problem,” Thomas smiled, “Coffee?”

“Yeah, thanks,” Alex held out his cup and watched it get filled, nodding to Thomas gratefully as he took a sip.

It was quiet for a moment, then a thought popped into Thomas’s head, making him a bit unsure and he asked: “Philip is calling me Uncle Thomas, you okay with that?”

“As long as you are. Pip’s never had a conventional family, I’m not sure he knows exactly what the word is supposed to mean, so he just calls adults he knows well that,” Alex explained, before quickly adding, “If you want him to stop, I can talk to him.”

“Oh, no, I don’t mind – honored, actually – just, you know,checking in.”

“Okay.”

Then it was quiet again. They both stared at the little playground where Philip was now playing tag with a few other kids, obviously done with swinging on the swings.

The sun was out and there were birds in the trees that were chirping, they were sitting on a checkered blanket, nearly completely leaning on one another and Alex was enamored by how picturesque this actually was, even if it had been teasing before.

He remembered Thomas complimenting his date and how relieved and excited that had made him, so he leaned more into Thomas’s side and softly said: “This is pretty amazing, thanks for asking me out again.”

Alex couldn't see it, but Thomas grinned as he replied: “Well, I am glad for inviting you, the company makes it much better.”

“How romantic,” Alex told him, trying, and failing, not to be touched by the comment.

“I try,” Thomas merely replied.

“So,” Alex looked around for something to talk about when he spotted the daisies in the grass and was reminded of his trip to the park with Pip last week, “opinions on flower crowns?”

“What?” Thomas sounded very confused.

He sat up straighter and plucked a few flowers, making a chain and holding it up: “Opinions on flower crowns?”

Thomas laughed for a second, then saw Alex’s face andexclaimed: “Oh my God, you’re being serious.”

Alex laughed too, before schooling his face into a more serious expression: “A trustworthy source told me these are very great gifts.”

“Oh, and who might that source be?” Thomas challenge.

“Well that would be my very own flesh and blood, Philip Hamilton, UncleThomas,” Alex emphasized the title teasingly.

Thomas grinned: “Oh, you should have said so, can’t argue with such an esteemed member of society.”

They both laughed again as Alex plucked more daisies and made a flower crown. It might have been a bit of a joke, but he had never known when to stop and he wasn’t going to start now, so he concentrated on braiding the flowers together while Thomas watched with an amused smile.

“Here, a pretty flower crown, for a pretty boy,” Alex said, handing Thomas the flower crown, taking much delight in how he had a front row seat to a blush blooming over Thomas’s entire face.

Mutely Thomas took the flower crown, mentally trying not to die at Alex’s face and words, which was really hard.

“Well, aren’t you going to put it on?” Alex asked, it was kinda mean to tease at this point, but he couldn't help it when Thomas looked like that.

“Ye- yeah, naturally,” Thomas managed, putting the flower crown on as he regained his bearings, “So, how do I look?” his voice was still a bit squeaky.

“Ah, just like I thought,” Alex smiled, “beautiful.”

“You can’t just say things like that, Alex,” Thomas tried to hide his face.

“Yes, yes, I can. I don’t know if you know this, but I’m kind of known for always speaking my mind and being honest. Can’t help it if it’s true.”

“I hate you.”

“I sure hope that’s not true or this is going to be awkward.”

It was a teasing reply, but both stilled for a moment, before Thomas slowly and softly said: “No, I- I didn’t mean that, you’re- you’re pretty alright.”

“Pretty alright… Hm, I’ll take it,” Alex was smirking, trying to play off the fact that his heart was beating like a marathon runner’s as relief flooded through his veins.

Thomas shoved him over and said: “You’re an idiot.”

“Now that- that I already knew,” Alex grinned, before getting up and looking back to the playground to check in on Philip.

He didn’t have to search much, because the boy was just running their way, yelling: “Papa, Papa, I slayed the dragon.”

“Wow, really buddy? That’s so cool,” Alex caught him as the kid practically tripped into his arms as he gestured wildly while recounting his epic encounter with a dragon and a witch and some fairies who were ‘the coolest, Papa, you should have seen then, they went pow pow and it was so cool.’

Then he spotted Thomas with the flower crown perched on his head and he smiled widely: “Did you give Uncle Thomas a flower crown like I said, Papa?”

“Yeah, I did, Pip. You were right, it was a great gift.”

“I have to agree, you have way better ideas than your Papa,” Thomas budded in.

Philip’s smile widened: “Really? I think so, but Papa is an adult and people always say adults know better.”

“Well, in some instances, adults have more experiences so they can make better decisions, but that doesn’t mean they’re always right,” Thomas said, “Kids can have interesting ideas too. Think of it like painting, experiences are different colors, but you don’t need every color, you can just make a more elaborate picture with more.”

Alex watched as Philip took a moment to think about it, before he nodded in understanding and saying: “So, I may not have all the colors yet, but I can make a good picture?”

“Yeah, exactly,” Thomas was grinning so broadly that Alex was going to loose his mind with how much he adored Thomas and Philip interacting and how fucking cute it was.

Suddenly Philip’s eyes lit up and he said: “Papa, I forgot to give Uncle Thomas his picture.”

“You can give it now, buddy,” Alex told him, reaching over to the bag he brought himself and digging through it.

“My what?” Thomas asked in the background.

“I made you a picture,” Philip was bouncing in place waiting for Alex to find it. When he did, he handed it to Pip, who in turn handed it to Thomas.

“It’s you,” he said, “You’re all purple, because you like purple like me and you have big hair like Uncle Laf and Uncle Herc do, though Uncle Herc’s is smaller and I gave you a book and a laptop ad then I thought planes would be cool, so I added those.”

“Wow, Philip, this is amazing,” Thomas said, “I feel like I should donate it to a museum, but something is missing for that.”

“What?” Philip’s face fell slightly.

“I need it signed, can’t have a masterpiece and forget who made it. What if you get famous? I want to be able to brag that I got an original Philip Hamilton drawing,” he dug around in his pocket and got out the purple pen he used to sign things when he was annoyed at Washington.

Philip took it excitedly, messily scrawling his name at the bottom, before handing it back: “Here, for you.”

“Truly, I’m speechless,” Thomas said, “I’m going to have to frame this.”

“You will?” Philip’s eyes were as big as plates.

“I am a man of my word and I promise,” Thomas told him, holding up a pinky. He had alreadyfigured out that promise meant the most to Philip at this age.

Philip happily interlocked their fingers, before Thomas carefully put the drawing away. Once it was gone, Philip asked: “Can we go kiting now?”

“We first have to put it together if you want to do that, so while I do that why don’t you drink some more juice,” Alex said, already pouring juice in a cup for Pip.

“Thank you, Papa,” Philip started drinking happily.

He struggled with putting the kite together, but luckily Thomas had more experience in putting together kites, citing his big family. So, they had it assembled by the time Philip had finished his juice.

Alex forced Philip to eat a brownie too. It might not be the healthiest, but he wouldn’t let Philip run around on an empty stomach if he could help it.

“I have no clue how to do this,” Alex confessed holding the kite. He had bought it on a whim in the supermarket about twoweeksago. However, he had no childhood memories to draw from on how to do this.

“Fortunately for you, I do,” Thomas said, taking the kite from him, “Here, let me take this.”

Alex gladly gave the task away and watched as Thomas gave Philip the handle of the kite and instructed him on what to do as he threw the kite into the air.

Philip whooped when it stayed up and Thomas cheered as well. Alex took out his phone and sneakily took a picture of the two, before cheering as well.

He flew the kite for half an hour before it went wrong. It was nothing big, just a sudden gust of wind that ripped the kite from Philip’s small hands and carried the kite away from them until it dropped into the water.

They looked at the kite for a second, before Philip turned to Alex with big eyes: “Papa, we have to save the kite.”

Looking at the water, Alex shuddered before he replied: “I’m sorry, Pip, but I can’t retrieve it for you. I think you’re going to have to say goodbye to the kite.”

“I can go get it, please, Papa,” there were tears gathering in Philip’s eyes.

In his mind images of Philip drowning flashed and quite harshly he said: “No!” cringing as Philip startled slightly. In a softer tone, he repeated: “No, Pip. You can’t swim, I’m not letting you in the water, because it’s dangerous and your clothes will get wet.”

“But- but the kite,” Philip argued.

“It was an accident, but we lost the kite,” Alex tried to break the news gently.

They were distracted by Thomas, who said: “I can go get the kite.”

“What?” “Will you do that, Uncle Thomas!”

“No, I can’t ask that of you,” Alex said, “You’ll ruin your clothes and it’s in the water and it might get cold later, it’s too much to ask.”

“I’ll be fine, Alex. Unlike Philip here, I can swim, so it’s fine if I fall. And this isn’t a natural pond anyway,” Thomas explained, “It’s made to trap rainwater so the neighborhood doesn’t get flooded, but because it’s in a kids park, it’s shallower. I don’t think my shorts will get wet.”

“You really don’t have to do this,” Alex pressed again, making sure that Thomas didn’t feel obligated just because Philip would be mildly upset about it.

“I know,” Thomas smiled as he sat down to toe off his shoes and socks.

Before he stepped into the water, he looked at Pip and seriously said: “Can you watch over our spot and your Papa for me while I go rescue the kite?”

Philip nodded, equally serious: “With my life.”

“Good,” Thomas chuckled, then set his first step.

He had been right about the depth of the pond and got to the kite without any difficulties. More onlookers had turned their attention to the water, but Thomas tried to ignore them as he saved the kite.

Returning to the shore he handed it to Philip, who beamed: “Thank you so somuch, Uncle Thomas.”

“No problem, kiddo, though I don’t think we can kite any more with the kite all wet,” he replied.

“That’s okay, I can still swing,” Philip said.

As the kid ran off again to play, Alex turned to Thomas: “Really, thank you, you didn’t have to do it, but thanks.”

“Did you see Philip’s smile? Worth it, really,” Thomas assured him.

Alex smiled, he didn’t think his heart could contain all the affection he had for Thomas in that moment, so he just hugged the man and gave him a peck on the cheek.

Thomas gently touched the spot Alex had kissed before smiling like he was the happiest man on earth, which only made Alex scream more internally.

They returned to their blanket and watched Philip play. After a few minutes of silence, Thomas lightly said: “So, water. Not a fan?”

“Ah, no, not really,” Alex replied, not sure on what to say.

“You don’t have to tell me, just good to keep in mind,” Thomas told him gently.

“Oh, no, it’s okay, just not something I talk about much,” Alex shrugged.

Thomas repeated: “You don’t have to tell me, really.”

“I know,” Alex assured him, “You know how I’m an immigrant, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I come from the Caribbean and uhm- You see, there was this hurricane that hit my island when I was seventeen. It’s- uh, it’s not something I’d recommend living through,” he told Thomas.

“Oh wow, I remember that being on the news,” Thomas felt like he had maneuvered himself into an awkward position. He was bad at comfort, with John he could relate, but here he was way out of his depths.

“It’s okay now, I got over it- mostly,” Alex shrugged, trying to move on, “Just don’t like water or storms that much.”

Thomas nodded, staying quiet. Instead he slung an arm over Alex’s shoulders and let the man snuggle close as he stared off in the direction Philip was in, though Thomas wasn’t sure if he was seeing much, so he kept an eye on the kid just in case.

After a moment, Alex asked: “Do you have one of those brownies left?”

“What? Huh, oh yeah. Here.”

“Thank you, these are amazing.”

“Why thank you, I made them.”

“You did?”

“You don’t have to sound so surprised.”

“I’m not,” a beat, then Alex said, “Well, I am, but it’s more pleasantly surprised than anything else. I didn’t know you baked.”

Thomas was glad for the change in topic and that the atmosphere hadn’t been ruined by his comment. So he replied: “It’s calming, repetitive and you have something nice at the end.”

“Never pegged you to be a stress baker,” Alex commented.

“According to Jemmy it’s one of my more redeeming qualities,” Thomas joked.

Alex laughed: “James is good in pinning people, I’ll take his word.”

“He thought you to be annoying and a dick, so I don’t think you wanna do that,” Thomas raised a brow at him.

“Schematics,” Alex waved his hand, “And in my defense, I was annoying back then, maybe even a bit of a dick, butI just aged like fine wine.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“I thought you were supposed to be on my side.”

“What can I say, I’m a man of many faces.”

“You’re a dork, that’s what you are.”

“Maybe so,” Thomas smirked, before looking over to the playground again. Philip was going down the slide, before running around with another kid. Thomas said: “He looks like he’s having fun.”

“Yeah, yeah, he does,” Alex agreed, snuggling closer into Thomas’s side.

Thomas planted a kiss on the top of his head and Alex was pretty sure he was one day going to melt out of affection.

Philip stopped running for a moment, to turn to them and wave excitedly. Alex waved back and so did Thomas. Alex couldn't stop the smile on his face, this was nice, so much nicer than he ever thought he was going to get after John’s death.

He send a quick look to the sky, slightly wistful, before fully draping himself over Thomas, earning a not-that-offended offended squawk that he ignored in favor of draping even more until Thomas gave in and let them both topple over.

Alex vowed that he was going to try to hold on to this for as long as possible.

I am not a parent btw, I feel like I should have stated that early, also don’t take this fic as parenting advise. I try to write Good Parent!Alex, but that doesn’t mean it will be entirely, bc, again, no experience in this field.

Btw, Philip not understanding Uncle and Auntie and being over at the other’s houses so much is a concept I love, bc it’s a very queer way to raise a kid. Sure, Alex is his primary care giver and dad and stuff, but a village raises a kid and- ugh, I love found family dynamics.

Also this is getting incredibly fluffy, I was worried this was going to be too dark for me with my other fics, but no within a few chapters the angst has made place for this. Love that for me *gay peace sign*

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Cheap Thrills

Summary: Imagine receiving drunk text messages from a random number. Even when you make it known you're not who the person is looking for, the texts keep coming. And it's not until you make a post about the texts, complete with screenshots, do you find out who it is.

Words: 3.9K Warnings: None that I can think of.

[From XXX-XXX-XXXX]: u awake? [From XXX-XXX-XXXX]: miss u [From XXX-XXX-XXXX]: can i come over? [From XXX-XXX-XXXX]: hello?

You read the texts, snorting at the poor unfortunate individual who typed in the wrong number. Thumbs tapping out a message of your own, you send it before getting back to your movie.

[To XXX-XXX-XXXX]: i'm sure whoever you're trying to reach misses you too? But sorry to say you have the wrong number.

The random number doesn't text you back so you continue on with your night as if nothing had happened. But the next morning, when you wake up, you find yet another text message from the random number.

[From XXX-XXX-XXXX]: i am so sorry about those texts. I was drunk.

[To XXX-XXX-XXXX]: lol it's alright. You're forgiven.

You've had random numbers text you from time to time, but never a number that texts you in a drunken stupor yet again even after you've told them they had the wrong number. So the following night, you're surprised to see the stranger's number pop up again.

[From XXX-XXX-XXXX]: what r u doin?

[To XXX-XXX-XXXX]: umm…

[From XXX-XXX-XXXX]: r u a chick or a dude lol..

You snort. Of course. It's definitely a guy texting because had it been a drunk female there's no way she'd care to find out the gender. She'd most likely just text to her heart's content before passing out without a care in the world whether it was a guy or girl listening to her rant.

[To XXX-XXX-XXXX]: chick.

[From XXX-XXX-XXXX]: yess! Boyfriend?

[To XXX-XXX-XXXX]: jesus. You're really in top form tonight, aren't you?

[From XXX-XXX-XXXX]: baby i'm in top form every night ;)

[To XXX-XXX-XXXX]: and on that note, I'm out. Don't forget to chug some water before bed, Stranger Danger.

The texts continue the following weekend, the drunken stranger flirting to his heart's content. He's funny, is definitely down to cuddle, and really wants to spend the night though he has no clue who you are. You had asked for a name, but never got an answer. You weren't too alarmed about not knowing it since he was never really serious about coming over (at least you hoped not), but your curiosity ended up getting the better of you.

So after screenshotting a couple pages, you post them to Twitter after blacking out every number but the last four with the caption: Get you a stranger who'll drunk text you even after explaining you're not who he's looking for..

You weren't really expecting the screenshots to blow up the way they did, nor for anyone to actually know your drunken stranger, but sure enough a week later you're receiving private messages from none other than David Dobrik himself.

Planning to meet David Dobrik leaves you feeling a bit anxious, but you calm when he tells you his assistant Natalie will be joining him. So after hastily making some plans, you agree on meeting in a public park where there will be others around to make you feel a bit more comfortable.

You choose a pretty shaded spot beneath a tree in clear view of everyone milling about the park, and plop down with an assortment of snacks as you wait for David and Natalie to show up. Fortunately for you, you don't have to wait long. Natalie video calls you to find exactly where you're at and when she does it's not long before you're meeting them face to face.

David's already giggling and recording when he steps up to you, and you can't help but smile in return as you stand to greet them. "Hey. So, uh, it's cool to meet you guys." You briefly hug each of them before gesturing for them to sit with you.

"Likewise," David says. He and Natalie sit, and you offer them some of your snacks which Natalie readily digs in to. "So not to be rude and rush you, but can I please see the texts?"

You chuckle. "Yeah." Bringing forth your phone, you pull up the numerous texts from the number David claims to know. As you pass him your phone, you ask, "So you gonna tell me who Stranger Danger finally is?"

Natalie's eyes widen before she swats at David's arm. "You haven't told her?!"

"Ow! What?"

"David," she sighs.

You watch them, grinning. "I mean I kind of understood why David waited, but I'm really curious as to which one of your friends is thirsty as fuck to be texting a stranger."

David laughs as he continues to read. "Did he really say I'll show you mine if you show me yours?"

You grimace. "Yeah. Even sent me a dick pic which is why I tell him that I don't wanna see the peen a few texts down."

"Oh my god," Natalie muses. "He didn't."

"He did. Now can I please know whose penis I have seared into my brain?"

Natalie facepalms as David says, "Toddy."

"Toddy?" You brow furrows as you try to recall which one Toddy is. It isn't until Natalie shows you a picture of Toddy on her own phone do your eyes widen. "Oh. Oh wow."

David snorts and Natalie winks as she puts her phone away. "So you never once asked what he looked like?" She then asks as David screenshots everything he can before airdropping the pictures to his own phone.

"I mean I didn't really care about what he looked like," you shrug. "I found amusement in the texts and it surprised me that he continued to text every time he got drunk. I asked for a name eventually, but he never gave one."

"So he doesn't know your name or what you look like?" David asks, finally looking up at you.

"Nope."

He slowly smiles and Natalie groans. "I know that look. I hate that look. What are you thinking?"

David giggles. "I'm thinking of surprising Todd." You must make a face because David's quick to finish explaining. "It'll just be us and Todd. We can all hang out at my place and if the others show up, they show up. It'll be fine."

"I- I mean.." You trail off, glancing at Natalie. "What do you think? You've got a clearer head on your shoulders."

"Hey!"

Natalie huffs a small laugh. "It could be fun," she then says with a small shrug. "Todd will definitely find it funny, especially since you exposed him on Twitter. He'll also be happy that you're cute."

You blush as they stare at you, anxiously awaiting your answer. And after taking a moment to think about it, you sigh. "What the hell. Let's do it."

David cheers and they waste no time in helping you gather your trash. David offers for Natalie to drive his car while he drives with you, and she agrees. Then on the way to his house, David records some more to get more of your story for his vlog.

He finds out you're single to which he ooh's at and casually mentions that Todd is single as well, and is quite fascinated to learn that you think his friend is hot. You laugh and end up blushing, so to make you feel a little better he mentions that you're his friend's type as well. But all too soon you're pulling up to David's house where he's instructing you to park behind the safety of his gate.

You've seen his house in several of his videos, but it still leaves you awestruck as they lead you inside. All shoes are left by the front door and you can't help but stare at the ridiculously large bean bag chair when you enter the living room.

"Dibs."

"On?" David asks, he and Natalie immediately plopping down on the couch and stretching out on opposite ends.

"The bean bag." You cautiously take a seat and let yourself sink into it, smiling at David's giggling. Once you're completely laid back and curled up, you sigh in contentment. "I definitely need to invest in one of these."

"It really is comfortable." David taps away on his phone, humming. "So Todd should be here in a couple of hours. Does anyone want to order food while we wait?"

"Food. Yes!" Natalie groans.

"Does anyone deliver a good burger? I am so down for a burger and fries," you grumble.

David turns on his TV while Natalie orders the food. Bohemian Rhapsody is on and you urgently plead for David to leave it on that. He does and you have no shame in singing along or clapping to the Queen songs. The We Will Rock You scene leads you to performing your own rendition of the song, and both David and Natalie crack up when you sing the entire song from heart.

The food eventually gets there and you all take a seat at the kitchen counters. However, not even halfway through with your food, Todd texts David that he's outside.

"Oh shit, Y/N. Hide!" David tells you.

You nearly fall off your stool to which Natalie nearly chokes on her food laughing at, but she's quick to help you into the guest bathroom that's just around the corner. She leaves you alone and rejoins David, and it's not long before a third voice enters the mix.

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Todd walks into the kitchen, yawning and ruffling his hair. He nods at Natalie as she washes a few dishes to place in the dishwasher, and then takes a seat next to David who has his camera set up across from him.

"So what's going on?" He asks, stealing a french fry from the tray in front of him.

"I called you over here because I want to hear your side of the story," David informs him, slowly grinning.

Todd freezes, nervously chuckling as Natalie smirks at him. "About?"

"About this." David pulls up tweet that went viral, showing Toddy the screenshots of his text messages.

"She didn't," Todd exclaims, laughing. "Fuck. She did!"

"You've been exposed," Natalie muses. "How does it feel?"

"How did you even find these? Or even connect them back to me," Todd then wonders. "Wait does she have a pic?"

"No," David laughs, taking back his phone. "And I know it's you because the last four digits are the exact same as yours, and when I DM'd her I confirmed that the number she had was the same one I had for you. It was a long shot really, but I'm glad I took that leap of faith."

"You talked to her?!"

"Yeah. She's really cool. I think you'd like her."

"Really?"

"Really," Natalie agrees. "And if you keep eating her food, she's going to murder you."

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"And if you keep eating her food, she’s going to murder you."

"My food?" You mumble. But then Natalie's words click and your eyes widen. You can hear Todd beginning to ask something, but you throw open the door and march out towards the kitchen. "Not another bite, Stranger Danger!"

Todd nearly falls off the stool from where he whirls around so fast and you can't help but laugh. He's surprised, but beams a moment later, and you slowly walk towards him.

"You're the- you're her?"

"Yep." You stop a few feet in front of him. "And you're him- the drunk texter."

"Holy shit." He laughs, shaking his head at David whose recording it all, and then asks you, "Can I hug you? Is that weird?"

"You've sent me a dick pic, man. There's no getting more weird than that."

The tips of Todd's ears burn red as he moves in for a hug and you embrace him briefly. When he lets go, however, he keeps one arm around your shoulders as he faces David's camera once more. "So how much of my texts have you actually seen?"

"Everything but the picture," David giggles. "Y/N deleted it."

"Y/N?" Todd then glances down at you.

"Yep. And you're Todd. It's nice to officially meet you."

"Aw. Aren't you two adorable," David teases. "Now come on. Let's move this to the living room. It's getting weird just standing around."

"Wait. Hold on." You scurry forward and grab up your half eaten burger, taking one last big bite from it before heading towards the living room.

Todd watches you go, gaze adoringly watching your every step. "Marry me."

With bulging cheeks, you wink and continue on.

David and Natalie retake their spots on the couch, and the bean bag is so large that Todd throws himself next to you after you've settled down. The problem with the bean bag, however, is that you end up sliding towards Todd since he's heavier. He winks when you bump into him and you huff a laugh, but you get settled either way and pull out your phone to give you something to do.

Todd, you find out, is an Instagram hoe and you find yourself taking numerous selfies with him- some with filters and some without. You're even in his Instastories, laughing and trying to cover your face, but it's no use. He gives no explanation as to who you are, only that you're a friend. He even posts quick little videos of David and Natalie, and you arguing with David over which movie to watch.

You have no idea how long you've been with the group, only that it feels like you've known these people for a long time, so it's no big surprise that other friends of theirs show up to hang out.

Erin and Carly show up together, followed by Zane and Matt.

"Wait. So let me get this straight," Erin exclaims. "You," she points at Todd, "have been texting her," she then points at you, "for weeks? And you had no clue what the other looked like or names and this is your first time meeting?"

From your position- Todd stretched out one way and you the other with your legs draped over his- you grin. "Yep."

"Todd!" Carly laughs. "What even- how?"

"I thought I was texting Corinna!" He defends himself, chuckling. "I deleted Corinna's number, and she and Y/N have similar numbers. Totally accidental."

Everyone glances at you and you roll your eyes. "Chill. I knew his texts were intended for the ex. I even encouraged him to text her, but his drunken self found more amusement with a stranger."

Natalie snorts. "I'll say. He asked for nudes pretty frequently."

"Todd!" Matt cackles at the same time Zane muses, "Baby, no."

"Don't worry, I never sent them. I got more respect for myself than that," you say. "Todd, on the other hand, has no shame."

"You didn't," Erin says.

"It was one time!"

"It was still a dick pic." You grin. "And come on, man, who are you trying to kid? Your texts were thirsty as fuck at times."

"I have got to see these texts," Zane says.

Smirking, you pull up the text messages on your phone and move to toss your phone to an eager Zane. But seeing what you're about to do, Todd grips your thigh just enough to make you laugh in surprise. "Y/N, don't."

Zane's still reaching for the phone so Todd rolls over you. You grunt at the added weight, wiggling just enough to roll both you and Todd off the bean bag and onto the floor. You both grunt when you land.

"Oh my god," David laughs. "This is better than two girls fighting in baby oil."

Everyone's laughing now, especially when Todd says, "There's nothing better than two girls fighting in baby oil," as he gets the upper hand and straddles your stomach.

Your phone slips out of your hand, which he's quick to grab up, but with your free hand you're free to pinch Todd's nipple through his shirt. He yelps and you're quick to buck him off, you then rolling the both of you in order to straddle his stomach before reaching towards his outstretched arm for your phone.

Todd goes oddly still before giggling and it's all too easy to reclaim your phone. "You know what, I'm not even mad about this position."

Slightly leaning up to glance between you and Todd, you huff a laugh when you see his face is practically in between your tits. "You're a dick." As you fully sit up, you pinch Todd again to which he giggles at and then toss your phone at Zane. "You have free reign to read every one of Todd's texts now. Enjoy." Zane cheers, Matt, Erin, and Carly quickly crowding him to read them as well.

Todd pokes your waist and you flinch, your waist being very ticklish, and the two of you end up slapping each other's hands as you slide off of him and back onto the beanbag. Todd's beaming smile makes your heart beat a little harder and you're grateful he can't hear it.

"You're kind of strong," Todd says as he ends up settling next to you once more.

"I should hope so. I grew up with two older brothers. You best believe they tried every wrestling move on me until I learned how to get out of it."

"They still tease you?"

"All the time." You slowly smile, chuckling at fond memories. "What about you? Any siblings you fight with?"

"Nah. I'm an only child."

"So you're an only child who still acts like a child, huh?"

"Hey!"

Todd reaches over as if he's going to tickle you and you curl up in order to protect yourself. "No! I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."

He chuckles softly and reaches for you again, but he only hooks an arm under your neck and pulls you in so you're curled into his side. "How much longer can you stay?"

You hum. "Not much longer," you admit. "I live about an hour away so I should be on the road pretty soon."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

Zane, Matt, Carly, and Erin are still hysterical over Todd's drunken texts, David and Natalie are in their own world, as are you and Todd. His calm demeanor puts you at ease and you suddenly find yourself wishing you could stay much longer in his presence.

"Aw. Look at them," David suddenly teases. When you and Todd look at him, David smirks. "You're welcome."

You snort. "Shut up." Todd opens up his phone to momentarily distract himself, but in doing so you see the time. "Shit," you mumble. "It's already that late? I need to go."

Todd's head snaps in your direction. "Aw. No."

"Sorry, but I need to." He frowns and your heart goes out to him for a bit. "Tell you what. Let's go grab some dinner. You take your car and I'll take mine so I can leave afterward."

"Fuck it. Let's do it." You and Todd stand up, and everyone readily stares at you. "Nope," he tells them. "None of you are invited."

As the weeks slowly pass, nothing really changes with the exception that you've made friends with several Youtubers, and Todd's taken to texting you when he's sober as well now- maybe even hanging out when he's not with everyone else. So it's really no surprise when you get a FaceTime call from David as you're scrolling through social media before you put a movie on.

Accepting the call, you squint at the too bright room on David's end. "Do you have to have all those lights on? Jesus." As you move around, you end up laying back on your pillows.

He grins. "It's not even midnight. Why are you in bed already?"

"I'm not in bed-bed." You roll your eyes. "I was just getting ready to watch a movie. It just so happens that it's more enjoyable to watch from the comfort of a bed."

"Yeah? Which movie?"

"Guess."

"Bohemian Rhapsody."

"Goddammit."

David giggles. "You have a serious problem when it comes to that kid from Jurassic Park who's all grown up now."

"Joe Mazzello went from an adorable little nerd to total daddy material. He deserves all my love."

"Jesus Christ." You grin at David's amusement. Eventually though, his laughter tapers off. "Well I'll let you get back to your movie, but I need to record something real quick. You game?"

"If it involves me leaving my bed, then no. Other than that, let's do this."

"No. This is good." David props his phone up so he can hold his camera with both hands and record the call. Then, he says, "So since I posted the video of you and Todd meeting, the viewers have gone crazy."

"Of course they have."

"Inquiring minds need to know," he smirks, "if you're still Todd's booty text or if an honest friendship has blossomed from my intervening?"

You roll your eyes, teeth digging into the bottom corner of your lip as you fight off a blush. "Why does this feel like an episode of Catfish where the host is checking in weeks later to see how I'm doing?"

"Just answer the question, Y/N."

"Fine." You sigh. "Hold on." Getting out of bed, you then make your way downstairs. Heading for the kitchen, you then flip the camera on your phone. "Does this answer your question?"

Upon hearing your voice, Todd turns around from his place at the kitchen island where he was fixing a bowl of popcorn. He smiles. "What are you doing?"

"Oh my god!"

Todd's smile falters but your wink lets him know all is good. Sidling up to his left side, you hip check him as you flip the camera back so it catches both you and Todd. "An honest friendship has blossomed," you say. "I am introducing him to my current favorite movie."

Todd chuckles as he leans closer to the screen, his expression then morphing into one of mock horror. "Help me."

"No way. Natalie owes me twenty bucks! NATALIE!" David then sets his camera aside, picking his phone back up as he starts walking around. "So how long have you guys been hanging out for behind our backs?"

"Since you introduced us face to face," Todd says. "And we weren't exactly going behind your back, we just-"

"We wanted to hang out without anyone making a big deal out of it." You shrug. "But it's been long enough and you're going to make a big deal out of it no matter what, so.."

"So if you don't mind," Todd says as he takes your phone from you, "Y/N and I got a movie to watch."

"Wait! Just answer one question," David says. Todd goes quiet, nodding. "Did you finally get Y/N to cuddle you?"

Todd and David explode with laughter at the same time, and that seems to be all David needs to hear. You take your phone back, shaking your head. "Goodbye, David. We'll text you later if you're still awake." And before he can retort, you end the call before pocketing your phone.

"I guess the cat's out of the bag," Todd muses, shrugging sheepishly.

"Well not the whole cat." You slowly smile, leaning up on the tips of your toes and pressing your lips to Todd's. "And it's going to stay that way just a little bit longer. Your fans are crazy."

"Whatever you say, babe. Now can we please go watch that movie of yours? You got me all hyped up after those Queen songs you played all afternoon long."

"Sure thing." Todd grabs the bowl of popcorn and you grab some drinks from the refrigerator. As he follows you back up the stairs, you say, "Now don't get all huffy when I eventually swoon. I adore you, but I adore Joe and Gwilym just a little bit more."

"You're a terrible girlfriend."

"And I'm afraid I don't get much better." You huff a laugh. "You signed up for this, babe. Get used to it."

[brelione]

Friends (Kelce X Reader)

12 and 52 for Kelce? A fellow Kelce hoe!!!We love to see it 😊

You and Kelce had always been pretty close.He had met you at the bookstore.You worked as a cashier.You didnt need to work,of course,you came from a rich family but it made you feel happy and gave you something to do on otherwise boring days.He had come in with Topper the August before freshman year,hunting for the summer reading books that they most definitely didnt want to read.Kelce had been practically drooling over you since the pair walked in,glancing to your nametag and smiling to himself.

Topper kept smacking his arm,urging him to talk to you.That day he had got your phone number,texting you to ask you about yourself.Neither of you knew what that day at the bookstore would lead up to.Mindless flirting lead to deep conversations,complains about school and home life.He’d ask to hang out,going to the gas station to buy shitty snacks and sit on the beach,drinking iced coffee and mocking the seagulls.

He had intended to make you his girl but ended up finding something else within you,a best friend.You had always wanted a best friend like him,one that would let you hug him as much as you wanted,steal his t shirts and complain about period pains.He’d facetime you every night while he played video games to ask you about your day and would stay on the phone with you until you fell asleep if you were anxious.

You two sat in your backyard,rolling a half inflated beach ball back and forth. “I dont even know,Kel.It’s like they dont care about me and I dont even know what to do anymore.It not like they’re ever around,they just leave me here.”You complained.He nodded,not bothering to roll the ball back to you.Instead he leaned forward,knocking you backwards and wrapping his arms around your waist,his head on your stomach.

 “I can sleepover whenever you want,you know.”He sighed.You nodded,your hand falling onto his chest,letting him take it. “You wanna get slushies?”He asked.You grinned,sitting up and pushing the boy off you. “always.”You answered,running inside to get your keys before the two of you got in the car. “Its so hot in here.”He grumbled,turning on the air conditioning. “Uh,yeah,cause youre in here.”You grinned,backing out of the driveway. “Hey,theres a boneyard happening later tonight.You wanna go?”He asked.

You shook your head,turning around a corner and pulling into the Cumberland Farms parking lot. “You know I dont like parties.”You sighed,unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out of the car. “You never go to parties,it could be fun.”He frowned.You shrugged,grabbing a plastic cup and filling it with cotton candy slushie.  “How do you drink that?Its like way to sweet.”He spoke in disgust as he filled his cup with cola slushied.

You rolled your eyes,pressing a lid on and grabbing yourself a straw. “You dont need to degrade it because its not your type,Kelce.This is why slushies have self confidence issues.”You huffed,taking a sip of the cold blue drink. He chuckled,pulling the hood of your jacket,kissing the top of your head.You two sat in the Cumberland Farms parking lot for a while,stabbing the ice chunks with the end of your straw as he tried to convince you to attend the party. 

“You and Topper and Rafe will start trouble,I dont wanna be there when the cops show up.”You sighed quietly,sipping your slushie.He leaned his elbow on the armrest,letting his head rest on his palm. “If I promise to be good for the night will you go?”He asked.You huffed,turning down your radio and turning to look at him. “When have you ever behaved?Ever?”You asked.He pouted. “I’ll behave for you.”He answered.You ignored him,backing out of the parking lot and beginning your drive home. 

“Why wont you go to just one party?”He asked,seeming annoyed. “Because im not getting involved in all that shit.You act like Rafe’s not a fucking drug addict,im not gonna get peer pressured into snorting coke.”You shot him a glare.He grumbled something,looking out the window. “Fine,you dont have to go.”He finally answered.

“Where’s (Y/N)?”Topper asked.Kelce sighed,closing the car door. “She’s not coming,too stressed about drugs and shit.”He answered.Rafe rolled his eyes,driving quickly to The Cut. “Of course she is.I dont get why you cant just drop her already.”Rafe sighed,the car shaking from the bumps and potholes. “He cant drop her because he’s in love with her,hes just too ignorant to admit it.”Topper chuckled,scrolling through his phone.Rafe raised his eyebrows,looking over to Kelce in the backseat. “Is that true?”He asked.Kelce simply shrugged,not even trying to fight the statement.

It wasnt until one in the morning that Kelce realized how much he regretted coming to this party.He had stayed isolated,thinking about how much more fun he would be having if he had slept over your house to bake shitty cake from boxed mix and watch The Office.Topper had completely disappeared somewhere in the crowd and he hadnt even bothered keeping an eye on Rafe.He took his phone from his pocket,texting you to ask what you were doing and how you were.

He almost wanted to cry,realizing just how difficult it was to be somewhere without you.He walked further down the beach to a spot where he could call you without the music interfering. “What’s up?”You asked,sounding tired.He huffed,looking out to the ocean. “Can you pick me up?”He asked.

It only took you ten minutes to get there,parked outside an abandoned house.Kelce had followed the location that you sent him,getting into your air conditioned car. “What happened?”You asked,driving down the rough pavement.He shrugged,leaning back in his seat. “I realized that I wasn't in a party mood.”He answered.You didn't ask any further questions.He must've dozed off because when he woke up again you had opened the car door for him,unbuckling his seatbelt and telling him that you were back at the house.

He followed you tiredly,throwing himself onto your couch. “Did you eat?”You asked.Now that he could see you properly,the bright light of your kitchen hitting you he could see that you were wearing a zip up hoodie that was a bit to big for you.It was over a tube top and sweatpants,meaning that you had got up straight from your nap to go get him. “Is that mine?”He asked,pointing to the hoodie.

 “Its mine now,bitch.”You answered,going to grab a box of oreos.You sat down next to him,handing him the box. “So quick question.”He peeled back the plastic,twisting off one of the chocolate cookies. “shoot.”You replied,turning on your tv. “So like...hypothetically what would your reaction be if I told you that I see you as more than a friend?”He asked.You stayed quiet for a second,eyes glued to the television. “What?”You asked.He sighed,his heart beating and his knees feeling weak even though he was sitting.

 “Friends….Friends don't look at each other the way we do.”He answered,watching your facial expressions.You bit down on your tongue,placing the remote on your leg. “Are you serious right now?”You asked.He nodded,still staring at you.You bit down on your lip,looking down at the couch cushion before looking back up at him. “Are you fucking with me?”You asked.He shook his head. 

“You think I asked for your number at the bookstore because I wanted to be friends?No.I asked because I liked the way your face lit up when you were watching vine compilations on your phone and I wanted to watch them with you.I asked for you number because I thought-because I knew that you were different.”He looked right into your eyes,waiting for your reaction. “So this whole time….”You trailed off,watching him nod.

 “Things wouldve been so much easier if you said this last year,dude.”You giggled,shaking your head as you split an oreo in half.His eyebrows raised,trying to figure out what you meant. “What?”He asked.You grinned,eating half of the oreo. “Im just saying that you’re clueless as fuck.Ooh we should watch Clueless,thats such an iconic movie.But yeah,no i’ve liked you for a while now you just suck at taking hints.”You smiled at his confused expression,leaning into his chest.

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[tirednotflirting]

my eyes have always followed you around the room

alexa play ‘if i had a gun’ by noel gallagher’s high flying birds

ao3

Ashton’s house is filled to the brim with people and glitter and bubbly drinks and all he can do is watch the way Luke squeezes his eyes shut, a bright smile on his face when posing for a picture. All he can do is watch the way the tall blonde tucks his messy hair behind his ear only to have the curls fall back into his face, his efforts entirely fruitless. The entire building is practically shaking from the volume of the music but all he can hear is Luke’s laugh. Ashton hasn’t touched a drink all night yet he still feels drunk off of the way Luke’s everything clouds up his mind.

The way he felt wasn’t entirely new though Luke’s knowing about how he felt still was. Ashton knowing about how Luke felt was as well. He smiles as he recalls on Calum’s exasperation at how long it took them to get the words out and Michael’s cluelessness to the entire situation. As he blinks across the room at Luke now, behind his lids all he can see are their blushed cheeks and soft words shared in between the brushing of lips through the rest of the afternoon once Ashton had kicked the other two out of his house just a month or so prior. The delicacy of new love was something Ashton found himself still clinging to any moment they got alone. 

And as he stares across the room now, silently willing Luke to turn in his direction so he can make some cliched head nod to suggest sharing a quick moment alone as a break from his hosting duties, Ashton finds himself wondering if it’s too soon to be feeling like this. They haven’t said the word yet but Ashton knows it’s love. He’s felt so sure of his feelings for the glittery boy across the room for so long there’s not a single doubt in his mind about it. But he knows that Luke is slower to work through his feelings, always working to be more precise in how he cares for people, never wanting to give a wrong impression. It makes sense, Ashton knows, given the way their younger years in the spotlight shaped Luke. 

But as he lets his eyes follow Luke’s path around his living room, his hazel irises tethered to his movements, Ashton suddenly feels himself needing to tell Luke. Ashton has always prided himself on his level-headedness, on the way the rest of the band can turn their pleading eyes to him regardless of the setting to speak on their behalf when at a loss. He hates how he can’t even keep a record of the number of times he’s had to stand up for his boys when they were still just trying to find their footing in the world they all live in. Over the years it had provided him a sense of maturity, the ability to hold his tongue. So it's quite alarming to him now that he can’t stop his feet from advancing out of the kitchen toward Luke and lifting an arm to rest against the bottom of his back to get his attention.

He feels Luke jump against his hand before turning to see it was only Ashton and then relaxing into the touch. Ashton smiles at the woman Luke had been speaking with, apologizing and throwing out some halfway excuse about “band business” before guiding him out of the room and down the hall to his bedroom, the sound of the party drifting off behind them. As he turns to face Luke, Ashton giggles quietly at the glitter that falls from his hair and shoulders. His house is going to be a sparkly nightmare in the morning.

“Ash, what’s going on? Are you okay?” Luke hurriedly asks as Ashton walks them into his room, shutting the door behind them and leaving the light off, the room illuminated just barely by the light coming in from the crack between the bathroom door and the floor.

Ashton smiles somewhat dazedly up at his vaguely confused look as he leans his back against the door, his hands lifting to find Luke’s as his eyes adjust to the low light, the anxious electricity running through his veins calming just enough when he feels their palms press together. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he says as he shakes his hair out, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he makes sure to control himself long enough to choose his words with at least somewhat of his normal care. “I just needed a second with just you.”

Luke hums a happy noise in response, his hands dropping from Ashton’s to wrap around his waist, pulling the two boys to stand close enough that Ashton is sure Luke can feel the heat radiating off his blushing cheeks. “That’s fair, I’ve missed you tonight,” Luke sighs as he rocks them back and forth some, Ashton’s hands moving to rest against Luke’s chest. “Though you’ve been staring at me the whole night.”

Ashton notes the sarcasm in the statement but stutters through his words regardless. “I mean, I just. There’s no one else in the room I’d rather be looking at, honestly.”

His thoughts swim as he tries to piece together how to say what he needs to say when he feels a forehead knock gently against his own, Luke’s nose brushing against his. Ashton can feel the smile on Luke’s lips as he brushes them against Ashton’s before he speaks again. “You dragged me back here to tell me you like looking at me? We’re pretty transparent, Ash. Think you probably could have shouted that across the living room and no one would have said a thing.”

“I think I love you,” Ashton says in a rush into the limited space between their lips. “But it’s okay if you aren’t there yet. It’s okay if you’re never there. Just needed you to know. And didn’t want to tell you in the middle of everything out there.”

It’s not until he feels a hand press against his cheek that Ashton realizes he’s had his eyes closed as he says the words. He flutters them open to meet the muted blue tone that Luke’s own have taken on in the dark light. “You know I only noticed you looking at me because I was looking at you too, right?”

A confused look drops to Ashton’s features and he’s moments away from letting them shift to something more like disappointment when Luke continues. “I love you. And yeah, I know it’s a little early for it. But we’re human, we don’t always run like clockwork. No matter how hard you try to, old man.”

And for once, Ashton is speechless, only a short laugh escaping his lips at the name Luke’s called him. He doesn’t want to just not respond though so he lets a hand lift from Luke’s chest and press into the hair at the back of his neck to pull their lips together for a second longer than a moment. When they pull away from one another, their foreheads stay touching, soft smiles on both their lips as they hold one another. Ashton leans against Luke’s palm further as the other boy runs his thumb across the top of his cheek.

Luke lets his lips press to the tip of Ashton’s nose before letting out a quiet laugh. “We should probably get out there before midnight. Michael might end up popping champagne again and we don’t want to have to replace anymore windows this year.”

Ashton laughs as he leans his head against the door, his eyes rolling toward the ceiling. “If Calum could just control him for one night…” 

“That’s asking quite a bit of both of them now, come on.”

Ashton shakes his head as he lifts their now intertwined hands to his lips as he turns to lead them back out into the glitter and lights. “Stay with me tonight? Wanna be close to you once it’s quiet again.”

Luke smiles and squeezes their palms together as they wander back out toward the chaos. “Only if I get my kiss at midnight.”

Ashton laughs, his head now shaking more in disbelief that they’ve finally made it here than anything else. “Wouldn’t want to start the new year any other way.”

And as they arrive back into the middle of it all, Ashton still finds himself slightly nervous at the confession despite the mutual nature of their words. They were so brief and all Ashton wants to do is talk to Luke about this for days on end, for the rest of forever really. But it’s almost as though Luke can hear his racing thoughts as he drops his hand in favor of pulling Ashton into his side as they approach where Michael and Calum stand out near the back door. And as Luke lets his head fall to rest against Ashton’s, his thumb rubbing little circles against Ashton’s hip while he dives into conversation with Calum, Ashton starts to realize that maybe the rest of forever gets to start right now.

*

[brashierc]

Doubts

This is heavily unedited, but I needed to post something. So here you go!

You were having an insecure moment. It stemmed from the dream you had last night while you slept alone in his bed for the second night in a row. This dream leading you to have insecure thoughts and doubts about what Connor was feeling.

Connor was CEO of his Production Company and lately, after having produced one of the biggest names in the music industry documentary, business was booming. With interest and projects rapidly flying through his office Connor has become extremely stressed and busy. He can’t even remember the last time he truly had a down moment, with himself or spent with you. 

His new assistant Sam has slowly become your best friend. With the amount of times you’re in contact with Sam to figure out Connor’s schedule, and see if you can talk to him between meetings, or the times Sam’s called you for Connor’s holiday schedule. 

Everything in Connor’s world seems to be growing and moving a thousand miles a minute, while you’re at a standstill in the corner. You’re in a small selling slump at work. It’s slowly getting closer to holiday time which means every now and then your store has a big sale, but it’s still pretty slow. 

You woke up from your nightmare last night still accompanied by cold sheets. It was almost 4 am and Connor still hasn't come home. Sam had called you earlier telling you that Connor should be off at a decent hour and Connor would like for you to be at his place. You weren’t shocked by 11 pm that you were still alone and getting ready for bed.

Your nightmare consisted of Connor’s newest client Madison, the most perfect girl you’d ever seen, and him having some sort of attraction which was causing his late nights. This girl was everything you felt you were. She had the perfect ‘Barbie’ face, skinny body, long legs, long straight hair. When you saw a picture of her and Connor gushing about the music video she wants him to shoot and produce you had a moment of jealousy that you quickly pushed to the dark side of your brain. It seems that’s where you dreams are held, because it’s all you’ve been able to see lately when you shut your eyes for the night. 

It seems to be the only dream you can dream when your at Connor’s. Leading you to just stay awake for the rest of the night not wanting to have any visions of Connor with any other girl, dream or not. It broke your heart more and more and slowly made you question everything. 

So for a change, and a test in your theories, you headed back to your own apartment after work. Dragging your tired body into the cold home, shivering as you flip the heat and light a candle. 

You had done a lot for the night by the time you were ordering pasta and waiting on your delivery. You completed laundry, dishes, cleaned up the bathroom, changed your sheets and reorganized your lotions and perfumes into a cute little display on top of your dresser. 

You jumped a bit as your phone started ringing disturbing the nice silence you were in. You picked up the device, shocked to see that it was Connor’s name running across your screen. He hasn’t called you in days, usually making Sam do it for him. You actually haven’t spoken to him at all today, and it was just then that you noticed that you hadn’t. No texts, no voicemails, no stupid memes through Insta. 

“Hello?” You answered, weary that he might just be butt dialling you. 

“Baby?” 

“Um yeah?” Your brows furrowed.

“Where are you?” He asked. 

“Home?” You responded, confused at his sudden interest.

“No, you’re not here.” 

“I’m at my home.” 

“Did Sam not call you this morning?” 

“He did.” You nod, remembering Sam’s call about Connor wanting you to be at his tonight.

“So…?” 

“Well it wasn’t the first time I’d had that request this week, and frankly I didn’t believe him when he said you’d be off at a decent hour.” 

Connor doesn’t respond for a moment, and you bite your lip nervously while you wait.

“Can I come over then? I’m off tonight, and I wanna see you Baby. I missed you.” 

“Um sure, if you’d like.” 

“I’d love to.” You feel like you can hear his smile. “Have you eaten? Can I bring you dinner?”

“I ordered pasta, it should be here soon.”

“Oh.” He responds, knowing that you hate ordering food because you despise the awkward interaction of answering the door and taking your food from someone else. “Wanna change it to pick up and I’ll get it on my way?” 

“No I’m okay.” 

Connor stands dumbfounded in his living room. You were at your apartment, he couldn’t remember the last time you’d actually stayed at your place, you practically lived with him. You were ordering yourself food, and not asking him to get it for you.

“Okay well I’ll see you 10?” 

“Okay.” 

“I love you.” 

“Mhm.” You hung up on him.

Connor stared at his phone in awe when his phone beeped at him and the call ended. He knew something was wrong. That he’d done something wrong, or that you were upset about something and that left him feeling a bit anxious. He wasn’t paying attention to what he was packing all he knew was that he was throwing clothes into a bag and was out the door on his way to your place within minutes of your phone call. 

He actually ended up beating your delivery driver. 

“Hi Baby.” He greeted when you opened the door for him. 

“Hi.” You smiled, allowing him to kiss your cheek and hug you loosely. 

He watched with curious eyes as you shut the door behind him and tidied up the shoe bin by the door. You were putting a pair of flats away in your closet when someone knocked at your door. Connor answered for you and took your bag of food, paying for it and the tip. He was just shutting the door when you walked back out.

“Oh, here let me get my wall-”

“I got it Baby.” He smiled, walking past you to the kitchen to get you all dished up. 

You watched him as he unboxed your meal, transferring the food from the plastic containers to your plates. He set your food down on the table and held the chair out for you with a cute little smile. You simply took a seat and dug into your food as he sat across from you. 

“Y/n?” He whispered when you refused to make eye contact with him.

“Hmm?” 

“What’s wrong?” 

You looked up with big eyes and stared at him. “What?”

“What’s wrong? What happened? Why weren’t you at my place tonight?”

“I wanted to come home.” 

“But, I’m sorry if I’m jumping the gun here, but I thought that my place was home?” He asks softly, reaching for your hand. 

You let him take it, and stare at his thumb that rubs soothingly back and forth across your knuckles.

“Baby?” He whispers. 

What he doesn’t expect is for you to look up with tearful eyes and a deep frown splayed across your mouth. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He rushes to crouch next to you, holding both of your hands. 

“I had a nightmare.” Is all you can sob out.

He reaches out and pulls you from the chair down into his lap so he can hold you tightly. 

“When?” 

“Everyday this week.” 

“Oh Baby.” He coos, rocking you back and forth. “What was it about?”

“You.” You sob into his shoulder, shuddering breaths in and out. 

“Me?” He pulls back to make eye contact with you. 

“You-you-you-you”

“Breathe Baby.” 

“You” You take a deep breath, “You didn’t want me anymore, you wanted-wanted-wanted- Madison.” 

All the wind has been knocked from Connor’s lungs. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. 

“Baby,” He sighs, “Of course I want you. I only want you. I love you.” 

You just sob harder. “I was becoming worried that maybe you were bored, that you didn’t want to be with me anymore. That you were staying late at the office because you didn’t want to go home. So I thought maybe I’d just go back to mine so you could finally go back to yours.”

“Y/n L/n.” Connor holds your face so you have to look at him. “I am not bored.” He shakes his head. “I want to be with your forever. I was staying late at the office because I wanted to get done with Madison’s video so I could be done with her business and let one of the new investors take her business.” He explains. “I thought the quicker I could get it done the quicker I could be with you, and you wouldn’t have to worry about her. Even though there’s nothing to worry about. I only will ever have eyes for you.” He smiles, kissing your nose softly. “Baby, if I had it my way there wouldn’t be a ‘your place’ or a ‘my place’ there would only be ‘our place’ because I absolutely hate coming home to an apartment that you’re not in.” 

You pout at him, staring at his eyes, trying to read his expression.

“I want you Babygirl.” He whispers. “I’ll only ever want you. I promise you that.” 

“Yeah?”

“I have-” He sighs. “I have the weekend set up for us to look at houses. It was supposed to be a surprise but you need to know how committed I am to you. I have the first place booked for 9 tomorrow morning.” 

“Connor.” 

“And there will always be an ‘us’ because the future for us is coming sooner than you think.” He makes a show of kissing your left ring finger. 

“Connor David.” You sit up straight. 

“Yes ma’am, this won’t be bare for long.” 

“Stop.” You cover his mouth, groaning in disgust when he licks your palm. 

“I’m just trying to tell you how I am here for you. And how you don’t ever need to dream about me leaving you for someone else. I’m yours, you’re mine. That’s all we need to be okay. No matter where we are, what we’re doing, where we’re going, as long as we’re together then we’ll be okay. I love you so much.” 

“I love you too.” You smile, wiping your tears away.

“I’m sorry I made you doubt that. I’m sorry that I let you go to bed alone. I’m sorry that you felt like you couldn’t stay with me.” 

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not, it’s not okay. I’ll work on making that up to you. Now you need to get and hydrate so I can prove to you all night long how sorry I am and how much I love you.” 

“Connor.” You gasp when he lifts you up into your chair and pushes your plate closer. 

“Eat while I get the tub ready.” He grins, leaving a hot kiss to your neck before walking away.