#I want to climb in his lap so goddamn bad bro

[daryltwdixon]

good morning here are some Norman selfies that make me absolutely fucking feral :)

[nicknellie]

Anonymous requested: Could I request willex fake dating au, maybe the boys are trying to get Alex a boyfriend and so he asks Willie to fake date him to get the boys off his back or something please!

Anon, I love fake dating AUs, I’m beyond glad that you suggested this. Plus with willex I think fake dating is very in character, especially for Alex. I had a lot of fun writing this one, thank you for your request! I’m sorry it took me so long to get round to writing it, but to make up for it I’ve made it longer than most of my other fics.

A Dream Come True

Alex had to hand it to them – when Luke and Reggie wanted something, they really pushed for it. Normally it would be one of the many things he loved about the two of them. Determination, perseverance, resilience, all good qualities. And when they put their minds towards something useful like booking Julie and the Phantoms a gig or dragging Willie out of the washing machine when he got stuck in it playing hide and seek, they were definitely useful to have around. So usually, Alex loved their pushiness.

He just didn’t like it when it was aimed at him. Even less so when they were trying (for the umpteenth time that month) to get him a boyfriend.

And the worst part was that this time Alex had run out of excuses.

For reasons Alex simply couldn’t fathom, Luke and Reggie had been obsessed with the idea of finding him a boyfriend for some weeks now. Reggie had downloaded several dating apps and entered all of Alex’s information, and every time Alex saw him the first thing Reggie would do was reel off a list of several candidates he’d deemed worthy. Luke, ever the technophobe (or rather just terrible with technology), had taken a more natural approach and spent countless hours wandering the streets of Hollywood for someone who was, in his words, ‘the sort of guy who would make Alex lose his goddamn mind’.

It wasn’t that Alex didn’t appreciate them trying to make him happy – he found it sweet, if a little weird – it was just that he knew nobody they found would ever be right. He knew what he was looking for, he knew what he wanted, and he didn’t think that Luke and Reggie could get it for him.

The first time they had tried to send him on a date Alex had faked a cold and pulled out at the last minute. The second time he had “accidentally” shown up to the wrong location and missed the entire thing. The third time he simply hadn’t gone – instead, he turned off all the lights in his house, locked all the doors and windows, and hid, so when he didn’t show up and Luke and Reggie came over looking for him they assumed he was out. The fourth time and most recent time he had pretended to fall asleep when they told him about it.

Alex wasn’t the most creative of people and he had pretty much exhausted all of his go-to date-dodging tactics. So the fifth time his friends tried to set him up, he completely panicked.

“So I was doing my usual lap of Sunset Boulevard this morning,” Luke said in lieu of a greeting the moment he walked into Julie’s garage. “And Alex, dude, bro, you will not believe the guy I saw.”

“Good morning to you to,” Alex said flatly.

Luke wrinkled his nose like the greeting confused him, but then saw Julie setting up her mic in the corner. A bright smile grew on his face as he was distracted and for a moment Alex thought he might have been lucky enough to get out of the conversation. But a moment later, Reggie entered the studio and also decided that greetings weren’t a necessity.

“Luke! Did you tell Alex about the guy yet?”

Julie snickered (she found the whole thing much funnier than Alex did and he most certainly did not appreciate it) and for a moment more Luke continued to just look at her, absolutely besotted, but then he came to his senses and all of a sudden his excited smile was directed at Alex.

“Right, that. So I ran into him outside the Orpheum, so he’s probably a music guy,” Luke gushed, winking in a way that Alex supposed was meant to be suggestive. “We had a little chat and he told me he’s training as a teacher and is also looking for someone to settle down with.”

“Sometimes I worry about you,” Alex said, laying a gentle hand on Luke’s arm. “You’re getting forgetful. I’m not looking to settle down with anyone.”

Rolling his eyes dramatically, Luke shrugged Alex’s arm off and instead planted his own hands firmly on Alex’s shoulders, shaking him a little. “Maybe not, but that might change when you meet this guy.”

“I doubt it. What’s his name?”

“Oscar. Maybe Oliver. Orville? I don’t know, but it definitely began with an ‘o’.”

“He sounds memorable,” Alex deadpanned. “I’m sure we’ll have a great time together.”

Reggie gasped excitedly. “So you’ll meet up with him then?”

“No,” Alex said firmly.

Julie giggled again (and once again Luke looked at her, dazzled). “Why not, Alex? You sounded so enthusiastic about him!”

“Very funny,” he returned. “I’m not meeting him.”

“Why not?” Luke whined, dragging the words out like a frustrated toddler. “You always do this! Reg and I try to set you up with people but you always say you don’t want to. Are we missing something?”

Alex could see the cogs whirring in Reggie’s mind before his face lit up and he triumphantly guessed, “Or are we missing someone?”

If anyone had asked, Alex wouldn’t have been able to give a reason for what he said next. It was completely untrue, a wild statement made under extreme pressure in the face of an emergency. Perhaps it was a bad decision, but he had run out of excuses to not meet people and he was getting desperate. He hadn’t had time to consider it.

Alex said, “Yes.”

Reggie’s jaw dropped, Julie dropped her microphone, and Luke dropped whatever respect he had left for Alex’s personal boundaries. He launched himself at Alex, tackling him to the floor in what he assumed was supposed to be a hug, and Alex was fairly certain that Luke was crying with happiness.

“Dude!” he shouted (though it was rather muffled since he had his face buried in Alex’s shirt). “That’s awesome news! Reggie and I can stop searching! I didn’t think you’d be able to find someone yourself, bro.”

“Thanks for having so much confidence in me,” Alex said flatly as he extricated himself from Luke’s vice grip and hoisted himself to his feet.

“You’re welcome,” Luke said as he wiped his eyes (yes, he was actually crying happy tears).

Julie had her arms crossed in front of her chest, looking half-puzzled and half-affronted. “You’re seeing someone? And you didn’t tell me? The only one of your friends who is even a little bit good at keeping a secret?”

“Hey,” Reggie interrupted, “I’m good at keeping secrets!”

“Reggie, honey, I love you but at Christmas you told everyone what you’d bought them as soon as you’d bought it.”

Reggie looked like he wanted to defend himself but couldn’t. “I was excited to see everyone’s reactions…”

Rolling her eyes fondly, Julie turned back to Alex. “Anyway – why didn’t you tell me?”

While he was a terrible liar, Alex just so happened to be a very good actor. In high school he’d got the lead role in the school play two years in a row, but whenever someone asked him if he was gay (before he had come out) he would often panic and pretend to faint to get out of the situation. Though he was technically telling a lie here, he decided it would be the prime opportunity to employ some of the improvisational skills he had worked on with Carrie back in their theatre club.

“It was all very new,” he explained, “we weren’t sure if it was going to go anywhere and we didn’t want to tell everyone until we were sure.”

It was only at this point that Alex realised he was digging a very deep hole for himself and it was most certainly too late to climb out of it now.

“When do we get to meet him?” Reggie asked excitedly.

“You already have,” Alex replied.

A little voice in the back of his mind was saying, shut up, you absolute idiot, what the hell are you playing at? Perhaps stupidly, he drowned that voice out.

Looking dumbfounded, Luke clutched Alex’s shoulders again. “We have? Who is it?”

The little voice got louder – don’t say it, Alex, I’m begging you not to say it, it’s like you’re actively trying to ruin your own life, you absolute–

“Willie.”

In eery synchrony, Luke, Julie, and Reggie all looked to each other with identical expressions of shock and bewilderment and then turned back to Alex with furrowed brows.

“Willie?” they all chorused.

Alex pursed his lips and rocked on the balls of his feet, suddenly regretting every decision he’d made that had brought him to this point in his life. “Yep.”

“I thought your thing with him finished like six months ago?” Julie said.

“Well, there wasn’t really much of a thing to finish,” Reggie reasoned, “just Alex’s pining from afar that had lasted for like four years–”

“Yes, thank you, Reginald,” Alex interrupted. It wasn’t that Reggie was wrong, Alex just didn’t like how right he was. “And yeah, it did… I guess. But then we were hanging out together a few months ago and it was really nice and we started doing it more often and eventually he asked me on a date.”

Alex was overly aware that every word he had just said was an utter lie. Firstly, he had never really got over Willie – Willie wasn’t the sort of person you could just forget or move on from, even though Alex had never actually dated him. Secondly, Alex and Willie hadn’t actually hung out together alone in quite a while. Willie had been busy with their blossoming art career, going to different presentations and awards shows, trying to make a name for himself; Alex, on the other hand, had been doing his best to avoid dating anyone. And thirdly, Willie had never once asked Alex on a date.

He knew he should have backtracked, told them the truth, but he was in far too deep.

“This has been going on for a few months?” Luke said incredulously. “How have you kept it from us that long? Dude, you just let Reggie and I spend literally all our free time trying to find you a boyfriend!”

“I never asked you to do that.”

“You could have told us to stop,” Reggie said.

“I did,” Alex returned. “Several times.”

Julie raised her hands placatingly. “Okay, okay. That’s not important right now. What’s important is that Alex and Willie are finally together. Are you sure they’ll be alright with you telling us while he’s not here?”

Alex shrugged, trying to act like he wasn’t too sure (which was easy because he’d never been less sure of anything at any time in his life). “Umm… well… we haven’t really talked about it much, but… you know, I’m sure he won’t mind too much. I’ll tell them tonight.”

Julie smiled warmly. “Well, I’m happy for you in any case. It’s nice that you’ve finally got what you wanted for so long.”

“Amen to that,” Luke said, finally picking up his guitar. Alex had all but forgotten they were supposed to be practising instead of talking about his very fake relationship with Willie which Willie didn’t even know about. “And Reg and I can finally stop looking for someone.”

“Could’ve stopped before you’d even started,” Alex said, sitting down behind his drumkit, “but alright.”

He knew that sooner or later he would have to tell Willie what he’d done and he was absolutely dreading it. Willie was a very chill person and Alex knew they’d probably find it funny more than anything, but it was still a daunting prospect. But for now, he focused himself on his drums, hammering out all of that excess anxiety, and forgetting the absolute nightmare he’d created for himself just for a little bit.

*

It was nearing one o’clock in the morning and Alex was very much not ready to go to sleep. For one thing, he was still wearing his clothes instead of pyjamas, and for another he was pacing his room like a caged lion with anxiety and had been doing so for almost three hours. He was trying to build up the courage to call Willie and let him know what had gone on, but he was so nervous that he wasn’t sure he’d even be able to string a sentence together if Willie picked up the phone.

He knew he would just have to bite the bullet. He couldn’t put it off forever or it would end in disaster. For the thousandth time he reminded himself that Willie was the kindest, funniest, most good-natured person he knew and that he had nothing to be scared of when it came to telling them that he had made a massive, probably damning mistake. Willie would be fine with it, Alex knew.

Before he could dwell on it a second longer, Alex dialled Willie’s number and let it ring.

It only rang twice before Willie picked up. Even though it was late, Alex had known Willie would pick up (the guy hardly slept at all) and he fought the urge to tell him to go to bed.

“Morning,” Willie said chirpily.

Alex checked the time and blinked in surprise; he hadn’t realise how long he’d been pacing for.

“Yeah, I guess it is,” he said. “How come you’re still awake?”

“Mario Kart,” they replied. Alex could practically hear Willie’s smile – suddenly there were butterflies in his already anxious stomach and they certainly weren’t helping. “Why are you still awake? I thought your bedtime was half nine.”

“It hasn’t been in two years and you know that,” Alex said. Willie giggled brightly which teased a smile out of Alex. “I, uh… I actually need to talk to you about something that happened today.”

Just get on with it, he told himself, don’t drag it out.

“Oh?” Willie said. “What is it? You sound nervous – do you need me to come over?”

“No,” Alex told him, “it’s late – or maybe early. Either way, you don’t need to come all the way to my place just so I can tell you this.”

“It sounds serious.”

“It might be,” Alex admitted. “It depends on how you take it.”

There was a brief silence on the other end and for a moment Alex wondered if Willie had decided to end the conversation, but then they said, “Alright, let me just pause the game.”

Another short pause as Willie stopped mid-race. Alex took the opportunity to collect himself, shake out his nerves. It would be fine. Willie would be fine with it.

“Okay,” he said a moment later. “I’m back. What’s going on, hotdog?”

Alex scratched awkwardly at the back of his neck, suddenly unsure where to start.

“Okay,” he began uncertainly. “Well… Luke and Reg have been trying to set me up with someone for a while now and I’ve been trying to avoid it as much as I can. I’ve sort of run out of excuses and you know how difficult it is for me to say no to them.”

Willie hummed knowingly. “Like with the Great Cactus Robbery of 2019.”

Alex winced at the memory – he hadn’t realised cactus spikes hurt quite that much, but he’d gone through with a lot that night for Luke and Reggie’s sake.

“Don’t remind me,” he said witheringly. “Anyway, you know what I’m talking about then. They told me about another guy earlier today and I really needed another excuse to give them. I tried just point-blank telling them no, but then they started asking questions and…”

“And?” Willie prompted.

“I told them I was seeing someone,” Alex said. There was silence on the other end. “I told them I was seeing you.”

After a moment or two (that felt like an eternity) Willie burst out laughing. Alex sighed, affronted, but he supposed it was one of the better reactions he could have got. At least Willie wasn’t angry at him.

“Why?” Willie wheezed between laughs. “Was that seriously the first thing that came to your mind?”

“Yes,” Alex grumbled. “I was under a lot of pressure. You were the obvious choice.”

They giggled happily and Alex realised just how true those words had been – whether he liked it or not, Willie would always be the obvious choice for him.

“Well, I’m flattered,” they told him, blatantly trying to contain their giggles. “Thank you for thinking of me, hotdog.”

“You’re welcome,” Alex said. “But I’m sorry about it too. I’ve created an absolute mess and dragged you into it, so I understand if you’re angry at me.”

“Does it sound like I’m angry at you?”

“No?”

“That’s because I’m not,” Willie said kindly. “I get it, man, you just panicked. No big deal. Besides, we can ride this out easily.”

Alex blinked. “We can?”

“Sure, man, it’ll be fun. We’ll pretend to date for a few weeks, have a friendly breakup, and then everything can go back to normal.”

“You’re sure?” Alex checked. This hadn’t been what he was expecting – he’d thought Willie would say it didn’t matter but he needed to come clean. He hadn’t been expecting the offer of dating.

Fake dating, said that irritating little voice in his head. It’s not real. Don’t let yourself forget that.

“Of course I’m sure,” they said. “I mean, it’s totally cool if you don’t want to, but surely it’ll be easier than backtracking completely with the others. And it’ll get Reggie and Luke off your back for a little while longer.”

He considered it, weighing up the pros and cons. On one hand, he’d get to date Willie at last, something he’d wanted to do since he met him. It would give them more of a chance to hang out together, Luke and Reggie would stop pestering him, and it was always fun to harmlessly mess with his friends. On the other hand, he wasn’t sure his sentimental little heart could stand getting to date Willie and then having him taken away even if that was the arrangement from the very start.

But it was a sacrifice he was willing to make.

“Alright,” he said resolutely. “I’m in.”

“Cool,” Willie returned happily. “Shall we meet tomorrow to discuss, you know, like, boundaries and stuff like that?”

“Sounds great. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He heard Willie press play on his game, the unmistakable sound of an item box being broken on Mario Kart.

“See you tomorrow, Alex,” Willie said. “Or maybe now we’re dating I should be calling you ‘babe’ or something.”

If that made Alex’s heart flutter, he wouldn’t say anything about it. “We’ll go over pet names tomorrow. Goodnight, Willie.”

“Goodnight, babe.”

As Alex put his phone down and launched himself into bed (still fully clothed but suddenly far too tired to even consider getting changed) he thought to himself that there probably couldn’t have been a better outcome.

*

Alex had expected the meeting with Willie to feel awkward and weirdly formal, but it was completely the opposite. Both of them were in high spirits the whole time, jokingly holding hands and making heart eyes at each other, laughing every time one of them used a particularly ridiculous pet name for the other. (When Alex had called Willie ‘sugarpoops’ he had thought they might die from laughing.)

But the meeting was productive too. They set some effective boundaries – any touching was allowed, just not too intimate; kissing was fine, but only to prove a point; and just for the fun of it they agreed they had to act like the most sickeningly in-love couple the world had ever known. Alex didn’t really care if that would give the whole thing away, it seemed like a bit of fun and it would be useful when it came to reminding himself that none of this was actually real.

That bit, he had to admit, still stung.

He and Willie had arranged to meet Luke, Reggie, and Julie at the studio that afternoon, so spent the day together beforehand. Just to try and get into the swing of things, they treated their morning together as a mini date. Alex took Willie to minigolf, then they went to an ice cream parlour, and after that Willie tried to teach Alex how to skateboard for fifteen minutes before Alex got too nervous and gave up. It was fun and Alex tried not to think about the fact that this was the reality he was missing out on – if he imagined he was just hanging out with Willie as a friend, which in a way he was, then it was just about bearable.

They arrived outside the studio together and they could hear the other band members’ voices already inside. Alex’s stomach started squirming nervously which he thought was weird. He didn’t actually have anything to be nervous about – he and Willie weren’t really dating.

But still, he was starting to feel a little bit queasy and was seriously considering just running away.

Then he felt Willie’s hand slip into his and their fingers lace together. He looked down at them and saw that he had a kind, soft smile on his face, gently encouraging.

“Ready to be my boyfriend, sweetheart?” Willie asked teasingly.

The nerves didn’t disappear, but Alex found it a lot easier to ignore them after that.

“Always,” he said. “Let’s do this.”

Without another moment’s hesitation, Alex pushed open the studio door and led Willie inside. Julie, Luke, and Reggie all hushed immediately and looked at the couple like they’d been caught red-handed. If their guilty expressions were anything to go by, they had been talking about Alex and Willie before they had walked in. He could only guess as to what they had been saying, but at that point Alex hardly thought it mattered.

It was showtime.

“Hey guys,” he said, grinning broadly. “What are you talking about?”

The three all responded at the same time but with wildly different answers.

“That gig next week,” blurted Luke.

“I lost my favourite hairclip,” Julie explained.

“I’m thinking of buying a horse,” Reggie told them.

Alex and Willie looked at each other, trying to hide their amusement.

“Anyway,” Julie said, “doesn’t matter what we were talking about! Because you’re here now, both of you! And you’re dating!”

Without warning, Willie giggled brightly and attached himself to Alex like a koala to a tree. Alex laughed and threw his arms around Willie, holding them tightly, pressing a firm kiss to the top of their head.

“I feels so good to finally have it out in the open,” Willie gushed, gazing at Alex with pure adoration in his eyes. “Right, sugarplum?”

Alex gently rubbed the tip of his nose against Willie’s, fighting the urge to laugh. “Of course, my little cheesecake.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Alex could see his friends’ expressions – he had to close his eyes so he wouldn’t be able to see them, otherwise he definitely would have broken character and started laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe. Luke looked utterly horrified, like the display of affection was disgusting; Julie was staring at the two of them wide-eyed, her face flushed red, looking like she would rather be anywhere else; and Reggie just looked baffled.

After a while, Julie cleared her throat and the couple turned to look at her innocently.

“So,” she said, “we’ve heard Alex’s version of the story, but Willie – how did… all this happen?”

Willie linked his arm through Alex’s marched the two of them over to the couch and sat Alex down, then sat primly on his lap, laying their head against Alex’s shoulder. “I’m so glad you asked.”

“I’m not,” Luke muttered, “this is weird.”

Julie kicked his shin and he shut his mouth.

“I had been watching Alex from afar ever since we met, but I didn’t think a cool, handsome drummer could ever care about someone like me. I was convinced we would only ever be friends. But then we hung out together and I saw all these different sides to his personality – he’s so caring and soft, you know, and he means everything he says. Alex isn’t like anyone I’ve ever met. So I decided to just go for it, ask him out, admit how I feel.”

Alex stroked a hand through Willie’s hair, eyes fixed on him. “Since then we’ve never looked back. And we never will.”

“Oh, my darling!” Willie exclaimed, throwing themself at Alex and pressing a kiss to his lips.

It certainly wasn’t how Alex had envisioned his first kiss with Willie going (and he had envisioned a great many different versions of it) but in a strange way it felt just right. Sure, they weren’t dating, but they were hanging out together, having fun, being in each other’s company and loving every second of it. Maybe the circumstances weren’t exactly what Alex wanted, but the love they held for one another was still there, nothing could take that away.

So maybe it wasn’t the best decision he’d ever made, but Alex let himself get lost in the kiss. He didn’t know how many times he’d get to do this in his life, so he figured it was better to make the most of it. He blocked out the fact that his friends were right there (a sure sign that he wasn’t thinking straight – absently he knew that he would be very embarrassed by this when it was all over) and just focused on Willie.

And he was sure he wasn’t imagining the fact that Willie seemed to be enjoying it just as much.

When Julie eventually cleared her throat again, they separated. But Alex couldn’t take his eyes off Willie. He knew he wasn’t imagining what he’d felt in that kiss – like sparks had flown between them, forcing their dynamic into something much more than friendly banter and an inside joke. Willie’s eyes were glassy and he was breathing heavily, scanning Alex’s face for something, though Alex didn’t know what. All he knew was that the kiss had pushed the boundaries they had spent all morning setting and if he wasn’t more careful he would lose himself to this silly little charade.

The five of them spent the rest of the afternoon and evening just talking to each other. Willie stayed firmly planted in Alex’s lap and they both used the occasional cutesy nickname for each other, but it seemed as if both of them had silently made the decision to tone things down a little bit. Luke seemed relieved about it at least – for all the heart eyes he made at Julie he certainly seemed uncomfortable at the affection Alex and Willie had shown. It was probably because Alex hardly ever showed love like that in front of people.

But god, he wanted to do it all again.

Luckily, it didn’t seem like any of their friends suspected Alex and Willie of lying to them. By the time they were all on their way home – Alex and Willie walking away hand in hand – nobody had brought up the fact that it could all be fake.

“That went well,” Willie said as they walked along the seafront, heading back to his place. The cold night breeze lifted their hair and Alex couldn’t keep his eyes off them, not when they were looking so beautiful.

“Yeah,” he said, watching the way the amber glow of the streetlamps danced in Willie’s eyes. “It did.”

“Have you thought about how long we’re going to do this for?” Willie asked. Alex was sure he heard nervousness in Willie’s tone, maybe mingled with hope.

He shrugged. “A few weeks maybe. Unless you had something else in mind.”

“No, no, that’s fine, man.” They had arrived at Willie’s apartment building and stopped just outside of it. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Yeah,” Alex said, smiling smally. “See you tomorrow.”

He didn’t know what he was thinking – he had expected a goodnight kiss from Willie, but instead he was left alone in the cold as Willie let go of his hand and hurried into the building. Alex was suddenly reminded again that it was all fake, that he shouldn’t have expected kisses when they were alone.

It hurt though. He knew that kiss earlier had been more than just top-notch acting.

He fell asleep that night, still thinking about it, the memory replaying on a loop in his mind. In one way or another, Willie was going to drive him crazy.

*

The next two weeks flew by. Alex found himself hanging out just with Willie more and more often, playing Mario Kart together at Willie’s insistence, going on more dates that weren’t actually dates, or even just video-chatting each other while doing their own separate things to enjoy the company.

After that first day as a “couple”, Alex was sure Willie’s confidence had been knocked. For the next few days they withdrew himself from Alex and Alex didn’t know if he’d done something wrong or if it was just something on Willie’s mind. Still, he let Willie work through it, and a few days later he was back to normal, clinging to Alex like a barnacle to a ship, calling him every pet name under the sun.

And still their friends were none the wiser.

The end of their time as a couple came all too quickly. Alex walked Willie back to his apartment again, a heaviness in his heart. He didn’t know how an actual breakup felt, but he was willing to bet that a breakup would be less painful than whatever this was. No part of him wanted to give this up, whatever silly little thing was going on between him and Willie – it was fun, it was freeing, it gave Alex a light feeling in his chest and made him so happy he thought he might burst at any moment. He didn’t want to give any of it up.

But still he walked Willie to his door.

They stood facing each other, hands interlinked between them, sad smiles on each of their faces. Alex tried to memorise every detail on Willie’s face as if it was the last time he would see them.

“This has been fun,” he said eventually, his voice low, quiet in the night air.

“You can say that again,” Willie agreed. “I loved being your boyfriend.”

“I loved being your boyfriend.”

Something flickered in Willie’s eyes, an expression gone too quickly for Alex to name, but it was quickly forgotten because a moment later Willie stood up on his tiptoes and kissed Alex.

It wasn’t like any of the other kisses they had shared in the past few weeks. There was nothing over-the-top and exaggerated about it, it wasn’t just a stunt they pulled to fool their friends. It was slow and soft and Alex felt the rest of his body go fuzzy and numb as all he could concentrate on was Willie’s lips on his.

An eternity later, Willie pulled away, his eyes scanning Alex’s face.

Alex swallowed heavily and said, “I thought we could only kiss each other to prove a point.”

Willie nodded. “Did I not get my point across very well? Do I need to kiss you again?”

Alex almost laughed but something stopped him. “Just… just explain it to me first. So I don’t get the wrong idea.”

“I loved being your boyfriend,” Willie said. “You enjoyed being my boyfriend. So… why should we stop?”

Alex felt his head spin. Somehow the nightmare he’d created for himself all those weeks ago was turning into a dream come true.

“You mean that?” he asked. “Tell me you mean that, Willie, please.”

“I mean it,” Willie said resolutely. “I’ve felt this way about you for too long just to let it go. If you want me then I want you. I want to date you, Alex. For real.”

Alex kissed him again, short but sweet.

“Is that a yes?” Willie asked, giggling.

“There’s no other answer I could have ever given.”

Even though they remained boyfriends (real ones this time), Alex and Willie decided to drop the over-the-top, lovey-dovey stuff. It was fun, but it wasn’t them. Instead, they chose to fill every second together with quiet declarations of love, casual dates, soft kisses, nothing that wasn’t real.

But they never did tell Luke, Reggie, and Julie how much of it had been fake.

*

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🥒✈ doing fuck marry kill using whoever. Obviously they will be overheard, by mqf, mbj, or both. Also can have sqh state his sexuality which is nothing. Ace rep baby.

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“I’m bored,” Shang Qinghua grandly announces.

“Yes, so you’ve said, fifteen times already,” Shen Qingqiu states dryly, but his friend steamrolls right over him.

“I am so bored, so,” Shang Qinghua says, “Shen-ge. Fuck, marry, kill.”

Shen Qingqiu startles, nearly dropping his fan. He whips around to stare at the other with wide eyes. Shang Qinghua props himself up onto his elbow and the grin that’s on his face is mischievous and evil.

“Wh—Airplane?” He nearly squawks, and then returns the grin. “No, stop—!”

Shang Qinghua’s grin nearly splits his face. “Fuck, marry, kill! Tianlang-jun—”

“No!” Shen Qingqiu laughs, reaching for the nearby cushion to chuck it at his cackling friend.

Shang Qinghua ducks the projectile and continues. “Tianlang-jun, Zhuzhi Lang—”

“Airplane!”

“And Sha Hualing!”

“Her?” Shen Qingqiu shrieks, diving for another pillow. His fan tumbles to the floor. “Out of everyone you could have picked for the choices, it had to be her?!”

Shang Qinghua, nimble bastard that he is, managed to avoid this cushion too. “First round will be easy! I definitely didn't have a brain blank and totally forgot anyone else existed. Plus! Shen-ge, I have to cater to the player! Bi-represent!”

“If it’s catering to the player, then this isn’t the game to play when it comes to you,” the Qing Jing peak lord grumbles.

He grabs his tea up from the table he sits at and down the entire cup in one go as if it’s a shot.

“You gotta choose!” Shang Qinghua needles, and Shen Qingqiu casts him a glare.

“Goddammit, fine,” he groans. “Um…. Fuck Tianlang-jun—”

Shang Qinghua bursts into laughter.

Shen Qingqiu scowls, but it directly contrasts the grin that is unwillingly stretching across his face. “What? At least I know he’s got experience!”

“Oh my god,” Shang Qinghua gasps, and then waves a hand. “Okay, go on, go on.”

He narrows his eyes at him, and then slowly continues. “Marry Zhuzhi-lang, and kill Sha Hualing.”

“Do you really hate her that much?” Shang Qinghua asks curiously.

“No,” Shen Qingqiu shrugs. “I mean, she’s practically a teenager, and I hate teenagers on principal, but no. She was just the only one left.”

“Fair enough,” Shang Qinghua bobs his head in acquiescence. “Why marry Zhuzhi-lang, though?”

“Well, I can’t fuck him—”

“I mean, you could, you monsterfucker—“

“You’re so goddamn rude, you know that?” Shen Qingqiu rolls his eyes. “He’s just way too…. too baby. I can’t fuck him, so marry it is.”

“Oh, yeah,” Shang Qinghua finally agrees, staring up at the ceiling in thought. “He is just baby, isn’t he? Okay, good choices, I agree.”

“Your turn,” Shen Qingqiu says dangerously. Immediately, Shang Qinghua raises his hands into the air in surrender.

“I can’t play this game!” He whines. “I can’t fuck anybody! That drastically tilts the answer results!”

“Just change fuck to something else!” Shen Qingqiu demands. “You don’t get to just be the one who asks the question every time, that’s boring as fuck. Listen — kiss, marry, kill?”

“Kissing is like, the same as marrying though,” Shang Qinghua squints at the ceiling. He’s lying on his back now, feet dangling off the side of the bed. He gives them tiny, little kicks as he thinks. “Maybe, like, cuddle?”

“Isn’t that the same as kissing?” Shen Qingqiu scoffs. “Just use kiss, moron.”

“Fine, okay, fine. So! Kiss, marry, kill… who?”

“Kiss, marry, kill… Liu Qingge, Mu Qingfang —”

“Oh my god, bro, please—”

“Listen, this is my revenge — and Mobei Jun.”

Shang Qinghua turns his head away from the so very fascinating ceiling just to glare at him. Shen Qingqiu feels so special, very loved. “You totally suck.”

Shen Qingqiu stoops down to grab his fan off the floor and flips it open just to smirk over the top of it at his friend. “You gotta choose.” He quotes.

“I fucking hate you.”

“I mean, you could go back to being bored, it’s all the same to me.”

Shang Qinghua scoffs, lifting his legs up and pressing the heels of his feet into the bed. “God, okay! Umm… kiss… uhh…”

Shen Qingqiu presses a hand against his mouth to smother his laughter. “I’ll wait.”

“Why the hell did you make this so hard for me?” His friend grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. “You totally hate me don’t you? Um, kiss Mobei Jun—”

“Called it.”

“Shut up, monsterfucker. Kiss Mobei Jun, marry Mu Qingfang, and— oh fuck,” Shang Qinghua sits up and turns toward him, pout out at full force. “There’s only kill left! Shen-ge! I can’t kill Qingge!”

“You gotta,” Shen Qingqiu shakes his head sympathetically. “That’s the game.”

“This isn’t fair! I gave you an easy out on your first go with Sha Hualing, you have to return the favor!”

“You already started choosing!” Shen Qingqiu argues. “Anyone else I give you now is just me choosing a random person for you to kill!”

“I totally forgot kill was a choice after you gave me the names! Shen-geeeee!”

“Goddammit, fine! You can kill Yue Qingyuan, for me, okay?”

Shang Qinghua pauses his wailing to shoot him an amused look, pout vanishing into nothing. What a brat. “You really have it out for that guy, don’t you? Um, alright, sure, I’ll kill the sect leader for you, but only because we’re bros.”

“Don’t turn this back on me! You’re the one who begged me to give you someone else to kill! Anyway, it’s your turn.”

“Haha! Fuck, marry, kill — Rong Qingsheng, Ju Qingsong, and Qi Qingqi.”

“Easy,” Shen Qingqiu scoffs. “Fuck Rong Qingsheng, marry Qi Qingqi, and kill Ju Qingsong. At least try and make this hard for me, Shang-ge, c’mon.”

“Wow,” Shang Qinghua sits up again to look at him, tugging one of the thrown cushions into his lap to hold. “No hesitation at all! You decided that so fast… what’s the thought process?”

“Rong Qingsheng is pretty, and not a douche at all, so I’d rate him pretty up there on the fuckable scale just for that. Qi Qingqi is a scary lesbian Amazonian warrior, and if I wasn’t male I’d definitely go for her, but if she ever needed to marry a man as, like, a cover for her true lesbian activities while under the thumb a homophobic dystopian government or something, then I wouldn’t mind submitting my application for that.”

“She can be pretty, uh…” Shang Qinghua makes a face. “I mean—”

“Purposefully provocative because she likes watching macho men squirm when she takes them down a peg and also has bigger muscles than them?” Shen Qingqiu sighs dreamily. “Yes, it’s boss as fuck.”

“Okay, I wasn’t going to word it exactly like that, but yeah,” Shang Qinghua admits. “And Ju Qingsong?”

“He’s an annoying pest. Kill.”

“Bro!”

“What? Please, You cannot tell me that you haven’t daydreamed about wringing his neck even once?”

“I mean. He can be kinda—”

“Irritating? Aggravating? Drive-one-to-murder?”

“—But! Under all that he’s a good guy! He can be really sweet, actually! He’s only really like that because he’s got a useless gay crush on—!”

The door is kicked in. Shen Qingqiu startles, dropping his tea straight into his lap while Shang Qinghua gives a loud yelp and falls completely off the bed with a resounding thump.

They both whip around to stare in uneasy and slightly-guilty silence at the group of people standing outside the door.

“Oh my gods,” Ju Qingsong says, face pale and arm still outstretched. “It was so amusing at first, but please don’t kill me, I promise I’ll be better!”

Rong Qingsheng leans around the man and stares at them for a moment, before casting Shen Qingqiu a wink.

“I wouldn’t mind,” the mild-mannered man says, and Shen Qingqiu brings a hand up to rub over his face.

“Not that I’m not incredibly interested to hear what this was all about,” Mu Qingfang says, from behind them, and Shang Qinghua squeaks. “But, it’s time for Shen-shixiong to take his medicine.”

“Please don’t tell anyone,” Shang Qinghua pleads, holding his hands up to cover his beet-red face.

“I’ll do you one better,” Shen Qingqiu says calmly, pulling off the tea-drenched outer robe. “If any of you eavesdroppers have loose lips about what you heard here, to anyone, then I will kill you. Understand?”

Ju Qingsong makes an odd sound in his throat, one that sounds both terrified and furious, and the way that the man glances between him and the smirking Rong Qingsheng leads Shen Qingqiu to believe he knows exactly who Shang Qinghua was going to say his ‘crush’ was. How adorable. Too bad for him, then, that Rong Qingsheng seems to find him just as annoying as Shen Qingqiu does.

“There will be no murdering of martial family,” Mu Qingfang says mildly, stepping into the room. “Is that water boiled? I thought I’d try the tea blend, since the capsule form doesn’t agree with you, shixiong.”

“Many thanks,” Shen Qingqiu says.

“Oh, it’s never a problem. Shang-shixiong, Qingge was looking for you. I believe he has the location of one of those flying thunder beasts the two of you were discussing the other day?”

“I don’t wanna go monster hunting again,” Shang Qinghua wails. “Why can’t he just play go with me and call it a day?”

“You’ve overstayed your welcome, Shang-ge,” Shen Qingqiu tells him, smiling politely at the betrayed look his friend shoots him. “Would you mind escorting these two out?”

“See if I ever bring you the newest tea leaf export again,” the An Ding lord huffs, climbing to his feet. “Rong-shidi, Ju-shidi, lets go.”

“Qingsheng, Qingsheng, let's play that game too—!”

“I’m not doing this with you, Qingsong. Shang-shixiong, let's go. I wanted to talk to you about next month's produce quota.”

“Sure thing, Rong-shidi!”

“But, Qingsheng—!”

“Bye, Shen-ge, see you later!” Shang Qinghua chines cheerfully as he tugs the moping man after him. Rong Qingsheng walks out ahead of them. “I had a lot of fun today!”

“Sure,” Shen Qingqiu says, fan fluttering before his face.

He’d enjoyed it too, of course, but he’d never say that out loud. Besides, Airplane already knows, right? There’s no need.

[cartasmojadas]

Another scene from the childhood friends dirkjohn AU I’ve been messing around with. Takes place after this and before this. 

John pierces Dirk’s ears.

John is already in his pajamas when he hears the rhythmic tapping on his window. He lets out a short yelp before remembering that Dirk had already told him he was on his way.

“Aren’t you grounded?” John pushes the window open and yawns. 

Dirk shushes him and uses John’s shoulders as leverage as he goes through the familiar motions of crawling through the second-story window into John’s bedroom.

“I am grounded, Egbert, so keep it down unless you want to rat me out.” 

John rolls his eyes but braces himself for Dirk’s weight as he finally finds his footing. Dirk lands gracefully and quietly. 

His Dad and sister are already asleep, he thinks but even if they weren’t, Dirk always moves so quietly John doesn’t think they would even be able to notice. 

“You still down to help?” Dirk asks as he closes the window behind him before making himself comfortable on John’s bed. 

John turns on the classical music station the old radio is stuck on and hopes that it adds a quiet buffer to their voices. 

“Help with what? You should be helping me with my geometry homework. I think I might actually fail next week’s test.”

Dirk waves him off, “I’ll help with that later, or better yet, you should come to tutoring with the guys from the engineering club.” He digs through his backpack. 

An uncomfortable tightness spreads over John’s chest. A feeling he’s becoming a little more familiar with. 

John frowns and joins Dirk on the bed, their sides pressed against each other until Dirk freezes for a moment and scoots away, and ends up dangerously close to the edge of the bed. 

“Why can’t we just do one-on-one?” 

Dirk stops rummaging for his supplies and looks at John through the reflection on the dressing mirror hanging on the wall. Dirk watches John’s expression sour as he stares at his empty hands like he sees something Dirk can’t.

They look like an unlikely pair, with John dressed in mismatched socks, an oversized t-shirt, and his hair already sticking up in all sorts of directions like he was already sleeping; while Dirk looks like he is ready to head out to a rave with his meticulous hair and carefully planned black outfit.

“Do you not like the guys from the club?” Dirk asks. It’s a question he’s been meaning to ask for a while. As much as Dirk craves spending time alone with John, he’s doing his best to avoid the awkwardness that has seeped into their relationship. But he worries that their interests are just a little too different. 

They just don’t seem to click the same way ever since Dirk came out.

John’s frown deepens, “No, they’re fine,” he swallows. He’s not sure how to tell Dirk that the reason he doesn’t like hanging out with the engineering club because he feels left out whenever he’s with them. John loves to see his friend in his element, it means that Dirk shines brighter, drawing everyone in. But John always gets stuck watching on the sidelines as Dirk’s friends monopolize his attention. And it makes John, by his own private admission, irrationally jealous. 

He doesn’t like the way that makes him feel.

“Then why not? I think there are a few dudes who are better at explaining math, compared to me.” Dirk hands John a small pink plastic tray with a cheery depiction of a happy sun and clouds.

“I just can’t focus the same way,” John says with enough definitiveness that Dirk simply nods. 

“For sure, okay.” He drops a couple of sandwich bags on the tray. When they make a dull clacking sound John stares down at the contents. 

Dirk smirks, “You ready to pierce my ears?”

John’s jaw and stomach drop in tandem. “What?” He squawks. “Are you nuts?”

“C’mon, Egbert,” Dirk doesn’t beg but his voice is dripping with nervous adrenaline in a way John hasn’t heard in a while. 

It’s contagious.

“I can’t ask anyone else. I wouldn’t trust Rose or Roxy to not fuck up my earlobes.”

And that eases the tension in John’s chest. 

“Why can’t you go to a parlor or something? Tell Roxy to take you to Claire's.” John is already moving to face Dirk, inspecting his earlobes from afar.

More of the tension dissipates when a single choked laugh escapes Dirk. 

“They require parental consent and we both know my dad would never agree.”

“He’s gonna kill you when he sees your ears tomorrow. And if he finds out  I helped he will never let me see you again,” John sighs knowing full well that wouldn’t stop him from seeing Dirk. He begins inspecting Dirk’s tools. 

“He won’t find out,” Dirk’s voice drops to a low whisper, “It’ll just be a secret between us bros. Right?” 

Dirk means to sound teasing, recalling the way they used to share secrets and promises as kids, but instead, he flinches when he catches John looking away, his ears bright red. The sight triggers the plume of something hot that rises from his gut whenever he’s reminded of how bad he’s crushing on John and how much it probably inconveniences his friend.

John is not embarrassed. 

Or he is but not for the reasons Dirk suspects. 

There’s something in Dirk’s tone that forces some of John’s suppressed dream memories to resurface and John knows he needs to collect himself before he tries to make eye contact again. 

“So,” Dirk clears his throat, “Go wash your hands? I’ll look up some youtube videos?” he says quietly.

Grateful for the excuse, John jumps out of the bed wordlessly and scrambles out the door. 

John returns a few minutes later with clean hands and a wet face. 

Dirk smirks, “I said wash your hands not take a shower.” 

John shrugs, “Hey, you have a ten-step face routine, I wash my face with soap and call it good.”

John sticks his tongue out when Dirk grimaces, “We will fix that later,” Dirk mutters and pats the empty spot on the bed. 

Carefully, John climbs back in the bed and takes in the faintest scent of menthol and nicotine that comes off Dirk when he leans closer to show him the video on his phone. It’s probably the reason why he’s grounded in the first place. A small act of rebellion toward his strict parents.

Both boys shift uncomfortably and do their best to focus on the instructions on the video and not on each other’s proximity. 

They have to watch the video multiple times and after the sixth time, John tells Dirk he thinks he’s ready. 

He puts on the latex gloves Dirk brought with him and preps the tools on the plastic tray that Dirk holds over his lap. He’s shaking as he straddles (hovering, neither could handle it if John just took a seat on Dirk’s thigh) and starts massaging Dirk’s earlobe the way the woman on the video instructed.

Dirk’s breathing is staggered and John wonders if Dirk is more nervous than he originally let on.

“I-Icepack?” Dirk chokes out. 

“R-right,” John breathes out and reaches for it. He holds it to Dirk’s ear and quietly counts to 30 and then reaches for the safety pin. 

Dirk’s head is spinning unable to focus on a single thing and instead finds himself on sensory overload. John’s the closest he’s ever been to Dirk since they used to wrestle in elementary school, and Dirk desperately pleads to whatever benevolent power might have mercy on his hormonal teenage ass that they keep his body in check.

He’s also acutely aware that the icepack wasn’t very cold and that piercing his ear is probably going to hurt a lot.

“Okay, ready?” John’s voice shakes.

“Just do it, man, do it. Fucking stab me. Pop my goddamn ear cherry. Do it, dude.” Dirk’s voice also shakes.

John takes a sharp breath in and pushes. 

Dirk hisses and curses. He reaches for a fist full of John’s shirt. It might have made John self-conscious of their position if he wasn’t also shivering with adrenaline. 

He follows the next steps of the video and makes a move to get off Dirk. 

“Wait, what about the other one?” 

John groans, “Bro, no. I can’t. My legs are freakin’ jelly. That was terrifying!”

Dirk tightens his grip on the shirt, “John, you can’t leave me with one pierced ear.”

John chews on his lip. “Fine,” He groans again, “But don’t you ever forget I’m your best friend.”

He doesn’t mean for it to sound so bitter but the words roll out of John’s mouth with enough edge to make Dirk look at him with a puzzled expression. 

John a lot less gentle and Dirk, knowing what’s coming, can’t hold back a garbled sob. 

Glad that the worst is finally done, John gently wipes away a runaway tear from Dirk’s face and softly shushes him. 

“And now we wait,” He carefully moves off Dirk. 

Dirk nods and balls his to keep from reaching up to touch his pulsing ears. 

There’s the loud artificial sound of a phone shutter. 

“Sorry,” John mumbles. “I wanted a picture to commemorate the occasion,” he says with a sheepish smile. 

What Dirk means to sound like an annoyed huff comes out as a stumbling suspire. 

“C’mere, let’s take a selfie.”

John beams, his nerves finally calming and a deep sense of peace washing over him. The bed is loud as he crawls back over and lets Dirk put an arm over his shoulders to pull him in carefully. 

Dirk takes the picture and frowns down at the exhausted faces on screen. 

They take another one once Dirk has the studs in. 

That one becomes John’s home screen.

[mrs-hollandstan]

Make Me Love You || Frat Boy!Tom [eight]

Warnings: smut in the beginning (18+), male receiving oral not crucial to the story, lil praise kink, language, cuteness, a little bit if good old parental fighting but its light hearted, talk of previous relationships

Word Count: 6,164

Author's Note: So this chapter doesn't involve actual Christmas, and I think I'll just kinda brief over it in nine, but I do enjoy this chapter and I hope you guys do too. Lemme know and add yourself to my taglist if you enjoy :) 

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Everything played out in Tom's favor Sunday morning when it came to his golf match. Not only did Ivey get you out of bed as promised to both you and Tom, but she punctuated it with coffee and drove to the golf course. Tom caught your eye a few times on the sideline as he waited for the other players to make their shots. Just like that day you watched his first match, it was dreary, cold and drizzly and you honestly, couldn't wait to get in someone's car to warm up. What's different and breaks the deja vu feeling is that rather than Harrison winning Medalist, its Tom, the usual round of golf claps going around the small crowd, congratulations thrown his way from all directions as he walks the line towards you.

You both remember what you told him you'd do if he did good in the match and he held up his end of the bargain, it's only fair you do the same. He smiles as he stands just before you,

"Hey." You smile back up at him, nudging his chest with your shoulder,

"Hey stud. Good job." He chuckles cockily as you launch yourself into his arms, your own bound around his neck as you lean in to kiss him and he holds you around the waist,

"I'm so goddamn proud of you baby." You tell him, peppering his face and throat in kisses. His chest rumbles, arms setting you back on your feet as Ivey and Harrison approach. Harrison bro hugs him as Ivey congratulates him and he suavely thanks her, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. Your roommate diverts her attention to you,

"So are you guys joining us for breakfast at the diner?" She poses expectantly. You glance up as Tom clicks his tongue, his eyebrows raised as he looks down at you before he bites his lip,

"Think Y/N has another breakfast plan in mind." He jokes, laughing and rubbing his pec after you punch him, a whine slipping from his lips as you turn your attention back to your royally confused, yet amused friends, a heat creeping from deep within your body as you attempt to explain to him,

"He and I... w-when THAT happened at the club the other night... I promised him a uhh, a victory blowjob if he did good during the match today." Your cheeks burn bright red, Tom's bottom lip drawn between his teeth as he smiles down at your flushed self and Harrison and Ivey somewhat awkwardly confirm the information. She smiles,

"Well... good luck. I see that you're starting to adapt to the whole, dating a British frat boy and all like I have. If you guys... get done or whatever, you know where to find us." Before the situation gets any more awkward, she turns and leads Harrison to her car as you sigh and walk from under Tom's arm, listening to your childish boyfriend's laughter as he follows you towards the notorious SUV he dons,

"Was I wrong?"

"No, but you didn't have to say it like that. It's embarrassing, admitting I'm blowing my boyfriend for the first time no matter how comfortable I am with the person." You lecture, Tom's body suddenly the smallest bit heavy as he realizes you're actually upset. He jumps to take your hand, pulling you back into him as the guilt weighs heavy,

"M'sorry, I didn't know you were so upset about it. I really am sorry, I-I didn't mean to... embarrass you or anything. I thought it'd be funny to crack the joke." He admits, genuineness set in the coffee colored eyes that dart between your own. You nod after a moment of staring up at him, licking your lips as you lean against his car,

"Its okay." You mutter softly, pulling open your door when he unlocks it. His eyes are trained on the road as he drives, letting you stroke up and down his bare arm, one of the first times you're seeing his arms not covered by a sweater or long sleeve shirt. He enjoys the contact and so do you, driving along the one lane road until he pulls into the usual dirt lot, previous tire tracks from his car prevalent in the path. He leaves the car running, turning to look at you,

"You know you don't have to right? I mean... this is your choice but I don't want you to feel pressured because I ate you out the other night." He reasons. You smile and nod,

"I know, I want to though." You reassure. He nods in return before watching you clamber into the backseat again, sitting off to the side as he reaches across and slides the passenger seat all the way forward, climbing into the backseat with you and doing the same to the driver's side seat, allowing for more room for the both of you. You smile down at him as he climbs back into the bench seating, swallowing as you climb into his lap, your crotch rested over his as you lean in to kiss him. Your fingers thread through his hair like they always do, Tom sighing at the feeling as he wraps his arms around you. You run your hands down his arms, slipping your hands between you to tug at the hem of his polo. He allows you to pull it off and over his head, his hands pulling at the hem of your own shirt to tug it off, Your hands rest on his bare shoulders for a moment as you move back against his growing erection, his hands riding to your lower back, his lashes fluttering as he stares up at you,

"Baby-"

"Shh." You quiet, holding the back of his neck as you kiss him again, hand slipping down into the waistband of his pants and boxers. He hisses, his breath caught in his throat as you stroke him, his skin soft despite the throbbing of his length,

"Fuck... darling..." He spits out, hands rested over your butt as you stroke him, your tongue caught between your teeth as you smile,

"So hard baby boy, do you get this hard just looking at me?"

"God you are so cocky, what happened to you? Give you just a taste of sex and you go fucking crazy with it you little vixen." He growls, reaching out to swat your butt sharply. You narrow your eyes,

"But you love it. You're fucking throbbing in my hand Thomas, tell me you don't like me calling you baby boy and jerking you off, I dare you."

"Fuck that, I fucking love it." He pants, trying to hold onto you before you slip down to your knees between his legs, letting him push his pants and boxers down, cock springing free in all of its glory. You hum, having ditched your own jeans just for the hell of it and lean in on his thighs, hands roaming up across his hips. You trace the delicate v-line he sports with your finger until your hand wraps around his thick shaft, pumping it just like you did before, watching his skin wrinkle and straighten out, His tip leaks pre-cum out across the skin of your hand before you lean in to lap it up, Tom sucking in a deep breath as you run your tongue over his tip, humming to yourself at the velvety feel of him and the taste, salty yet sweet. He drapes his arm over the back of the seats his hand placed over his thigh as he watches you lick up the underside of his shaft, your eyes sparkling up at him.

He hums, tilting his head to watch you, lips pursed as you run your hands across his chest and stomach, mouth dipping around his cock. The warmth sends goosebumps across his body, his head tipping back over the back of the seats. He groans, cock twitching in your mouth as you gently bob your head, one of your hands now resting on his thigh, rubbing across the cream colored skin,

"Fuck darling, it's been forever since I've gotten a blowjob and your mouth ... feels... fucking fantastic." He groans, reaching down after a moment to gather your hair in his hand. You hum around him, hollowing your cheeks as you pick up the pace just the smallest bit, a loud, pleased noise leaving his throat. You smile, letting him press on the back of your head, the tip of his cock reaching the back of your throat. You gag, a grunt slipping from Tom's lips as his hips involuntarily buck up into your face. You gag again, hand pressed to his hip as your nose nudges his pubic bone.

He's set to apologize, releasing the hard grip in your hair before you grab hold of his thigh, tugging on it as if to urge him on to do it again. His eyebrows furrow as you pull up, taking a breath and you raise your own eyebrow,

"What?"

"Did you... did you like that?" He poses, amusement present in his voice. Your eyebrow rises again,

"What, having your dick forced down my throat? Course I do. Its sexy as fuck and... I'm fucking in love with all of you hot stuff." You purr, stroking him as you stand just the smallest bit to kiss him. He smiles into you, holding the back of your neck, even as you draw back and stare up at him, his nose nudging along yours,

"The hell are you doin to me woman?" He asks softly, listening to you giggle as you kneel between his legs again, licking your lips before shrugging,

"Nothing you don't enjoy." You mutter before taking him back into your mouth. He lays his head back against the seats again, reaching down to guide you along with a much more gentle push on the back of your head. He watches you, raising his hips a few more times to watch you gag, your eyes diverting up to him, innocence laced in them that drives Tom insane. He grunts, gathering your hair up to guide you along, your tongue stuck out around him as he forces your head down, saliva dribbling down around him. You reach up as he releases you, fondling his balls as you raise your head to catch your breath, lapping up your own saliva just to clean him up a little,

"Look at you baby. Such a good girl." He coos, watching your face change. He knows the look too, he's the same way, loving the praise from a partner. And he can tell that even though you've never talked about a bad relationship, the praise he gives is something you want, something you crave and of course he plans to keep doing it. Your lashes flutter as you suck at his tip,

"Gonna cum for me?" You ask softly. He nods,

"Course. And if you want, I'll cum down that pretty little throat." You smile, nodding and letting hair fall into your face,

"I want you to. That'd be so sexy." You reply, having never looked more beautiful to Tom than in this moment. As you take him back into your mouth, hands placed over his thighs, he reaches behind you to unclip your bra, dragging it down your arms and tossing it aside to feel your breasts. He rolls a nipple between his fingers, a small moan slipping from between your lips as he watches you, guiding you with one hand and palming your breast in the other,

"You're doing so good baby. That feels real fuckin good. Bet you're soaked too huh?" You hum, nodding and staring up at him as you suck more and more of him into your mouth. You bob your head rather quickly, Tom scooting forward, gagging you with each movement before he takes hold of your hair, jolting his hips forward. Your lower back presses to the base of the center console, your hands pressed to his thighs as you gag and slurp around him, his tip poking into the back of your throat. He loves the noises that come from you as the coil in his belly grows nearer and nearer to snapping as you let him fuck your face. He groans,

"Fuck darling, m'gonna cum. You want me to cum?" You manage to nod around him, eyes locked in his as he continues before his back arches just the smallest bit, his head falling back as he spills into your mouth with a long winded moan. You swallow a few strands of it before he draws back, watching you close your mouth, his tongue caught between his teeth,

"Gonna swallow all that for me pretty girl?" He purrs. You nod before you give one last swallow and Tom hums,

"God you're gorgeous. C'mere pretty girl." You crawl into his lap, his lips meeting yours in an instant as you straddle him. He holds one of your cheeks, your chest pressed to his as you kiss. He reaches up, stroking your hair down against the sides of your face, your fingers threaded through his hair after a moment. When he pulls back, he smiles, letting you lay your head against his shoulder with a sigh,

"Good, now I feel less bad about you not getting any sex from me. You did." He chuckles and nods,

"That I did. Like I said, I didn't need it but I am glad that I got it. That was good." He tells you, tucking hair behind your ear. He smiles, pecking your lips once more before he sighs and wraps his arms around you, laying his head against yours as your eyes close. His fingers trail up your back, body slack beneath you,

"Can't wait for my girls to finally meet." He mutters. You smile, kissing his neck,

"What, me and your mom?"

"You to meet my mum and my puppy. If my dog likes you, you stay." He cracks. You giggle along with him, snuggling down into him,

"Oh really?" He nods,

"Hell yeah." You share another laugh as Tom fishes a blanket from his hatch area, wrapping it around the both of you so you can sit comfortably for a little while.

                                                                        ---

Approximately nine hours and twenty minutes in an airplane could be a good idea. That is of course if the airplane is only populated by you and Tom and not screaming, crying children who kick the back of your seats and thoroughly make Tom rethink his claims about having kids someday. Of course, his tight grip on your hand that, over time gets tighter until he realizes he's breaking it and let's up just a little bit and his gentle kisses when he wants to pay you some attention after you haven't talked or such in a while and his head against your shoulder or yours against his when you take one of the few naps, interrupted by said children that make Tom want to give himself a vasectomy, is nice. The only thing that changes his mind just the smallest bit about babies is the way his heart melts when he sees a woman, only a few years older than the both of you, cradling a small boy to her in an attempt to get him to sleep, wild brown curls atop his head and piercing blue eyes similar to Harrison's staring up at him sleepily as he suckles at a pacifier. He's clad in a blue and orange planet footed onesie and once he realizes he has Tom's full, undivided attention as he heads back to you from the bathroom, a small, pudgy hand reaches out to grasp the air in a wave and Tom's knees nearly give out. He and the mother share a kind, loving smile as he passes, whispering a soft greeting to the her and the baby boy before he slides into his seat beside you, his hand sliding into yours and he squeezes. You giggle,

"What?" He shakes his head,

"Nothing I just, I saw a cute baby coming back from the bathroom and for the first time during this whole flight it didn't make me wanna chop my balls off." He jokes. You snicker again quietly for the sake of those asleep around you on the plane, especially now that most of the screaming monsters have worn themselves out and you really don't want to poke the bear. You rub your thumb over his knuckles, eyes closing again and with how peaceful and warm the cab is as you fly over New York, lights twinkling far below, he knows that you're asleep in seconds, letting you rest your head against his shoulder and trying his best to lean in and kiss your temple when he starts to miss you again. And be that as it may, he's actually more than happy to shake awake when the plane lands. He smiles and mutters good morning and how much he missed you before you sleepily trudge through the airport with him.

It's pretty cold, Tom knowing exactly where to go and excitement buzzes off of him as he pulls your bags off of the conveyor belt, carrying the bigger ones. When Tom sets his bags down you look up at him, confused, but he has the biggest smile on his face, even more so than when he looks at you. And before you can question it, he kneels and there's a flash of grey before Tom is laughing and holding something back. It's a little medium size grey puppy, lapping at Tom's face as her tail whips wildly through the air. You giggle, a few people approaching as you watch Tom and his dealbreaker dog reconvene on the floor,

"You must be Y/N." A sweet voice is omitted from a beautiful, redheaded woman in a similar accent to Tom's. You smile and nod,

"Hopefully if you've heard of me it's been all good things." You half joke, something you've learned from her son before her smile widens and she pulls you into a hug, rubbing up your back,

"Tom wouldn't have brought you home if he didn't think you were worth it." Your heart swells as she says it, moving aside to gesture to the man beside her,

"This is his dad, Dom, and his youngest brother, Paddy." She introduces, both men beside her greeting you kindly before Tom tugs at the bottom of your sweater, bottom lip caught between his teeth as you crouch beside him and the dog is stunned on her back, Tom's hands roaming up her sides,

"This is Tess." He states. You smile as he lets her up, watching her stand and shake, trying to climb into Tom's lap before he forces a paw out for you to hold,

"Tessa, this is Y/N. You're the determinant as to if she stays around or not." He tells her and your group of five share a laugh as you peak her interest and she clambers towards you bulkily, tail slowed down, but still thunking away at Tom's chest now,

"Hi. You're a pretty girl-"

"Don't give into the sweet talk Tess, that's how she gets ya. You can't be biased." Tom jokes again, Nikki now standing behind him and swatting at his head,

"Our dog is not going to be the deciding factor on if a girl you could spend the rest of your life with, stays." She lightly scolds. But of course Tom knows that. Tessa has never not liked a girl Tom brought home, she's a friendly dog and he knows she'll love you. And even if she didn't, he'd probably still keep you around because you at least make him happy. But Tessa seems to love you. She nuzzles against you and flops in your lap, lapping at the underside of your chin as you giggle and try to tame the beast. Tom smiles, watching you and his parents don't say anything but the look in his eyes shows that he's happier being with you than all the other girls he's been with. His old girlfriends disappointed and discouraged him from looking at them with such love by asking him what he was looking at while you're preoccupied and you'd love to catch him looking at you the way he is. You look up into his beautiful eyes,

"She's adorable. My dad never wanted a dog so we never had one and I love her." You tell him. His smile widens,

"I think she loves you too. She's crazy right now." He tells you before he stands, taking hold of her leash,

"You can get on my bed with Y/N when we get home Tess, let's get outta here." He mutters, tugging on the leash as his dad and Paddy take the bags he'd been carrying. You follow the small group out to an SUV, Tom holding the door open for Paddy to climb into the very back and you and him to move into the middle seats, you sitting in the middle and Tom sitting at the edge, holding your hand in his lap. Tessa curls around you in the other outer seat, laying her head over your thigh. You lay your hand over her back, head against Tom's shoulder,

"Tired babe?" He asks softly. You shrug,

"I feel good right now. This is somewhere I've never been so my body is alert so I can take it all in." He smiles, kissing your temple,

"Well you'll see a lot more of it. I'll give you a full tour, promise." He whispers into your hair, smiling as you nod. He hums, leg bouncing softly as you drive through his hometown, your head turned up to watch the old buildings pass. The weather outside is gloomy and cloudy, the occasional fat raindrops striking the windows. Tom points out some of the shops he used to go to as a kid, restaurants he loves and plans to take you into. When you turn onto his block, he straightens up a little,

"So are you making her stay in the guest room or can she stay in my room?" He asks his mom who smiles as she glances back at the both of you,

"Is your bed big enough?" He shrugs,

"We sleep in those college dorm cots just fine. Think my bed's the same size if not a little bigger." He remarks as his dad turns up the driveway, putting the car in park. The conversation haults as you climb from the car, helping haul the bags inside and following close behind Tom to an off white colored room, Tessa jumping on the bed before you. You smile at her, sitting at the edge to pet her. Her tail rustles the blanket below you both as you lay back on the bed, letting her upper body rest over you so you can pet her head,

"What do you say you and me take the bed and force him into the guest bedroom?" You joke. Tom clicks his tongue, coming to stand beside the bed,

"Oh ha ha, I'd like to... actually no, you both could kick me out, you know what, fine, see if I ever kiss you again though." He jokes before you jump up, grabbing the collar of his shirt and dragging him down to peck his lips,

"I'd never kick you out. Who else would protect me and lo- a...dore me?" You sputter out. He chuckles, hands placed over your hips,

"I lo- adore you, huh? You sure?" You shake your head and he presses his lips together, not liking the uncertainty and slight sadness in your eyes. He wraps his arms around you, humming at the warmth of your hands on his biceps,

"I do adore you. I've never told a girl I loved her this early. Hell, most the time I say it, they get snippy and up and leave." He admits with a sadness of his own his eyes. You reach up to run your fingers through his hair,

"I'm not pressuring you Holland. You'll say it when you're ready but... in case you hadn't noticed, I can't go anywhere." You tell him. He smiles and nods,

"I know. And like I keep saying, you're different and that's what I love. But... I wanna catch you off guard when I say it." He says. You smile as he collects your face in his hands, leaning in to kiss you once, twice, three times before Nikki knocks on the wall just outside his door,

"Hey you two, we were uhh, talking about dinner. Wanna get some Nando's? Give her a full English welcome?" She poses with a smile. Tom strokes up your back and nods,

"Definitely. God, I could go for Nando's." He groans, letting you press your hand to his stomach as you smile up at him. Nikki nods,

"And when we get back, we can decorate. I got Y/N just a little something in a stocking. Tom can hang it so you don't know what it all is." She directs to you. You smile,

"That's sweet, you really didn't have to."

"Ahh, nonsense, any girl the boys bring home gets something." She waves you off. Your smile widens as you nod,

"That's sweet, thank you." She returns the smile before turning and heading down the hallway again. Tom hums,

"God, that's the one thing I hate about west coast America, no Nando's. I think it's better than sex." He tells you. You giggle, letting him wrap his arm around your shoulders and lead you towards the stairs, Tessa trailing behind. You stand at the bottom of the stairs, Tom rubbing his thumb over your shoulder as the three other people argue amongst themselves. Tom kisses the top of your head,

"This is such a great English welcome. Arguing ten minutes in." You giggle again,

"My parents did the same. They would've been arguing when we met up with them at the airport." You tell him. He smiles before walking to sit in an armchair and pulling your body into his lap. You wrap an arm around his neck as Tessa jumps up to lay on his other leg, Tom grunting softly under the weight of you both. You press your lips to his temple with a sigh, eyes closing as jet lag starts to kick in, your hand laid over his shoulder. He sighs,

"I'm glad you came with me. This is like... the life. You, my family, my dog, my hometown-"

"And Nando's?" You jokingly interrupt. He looks up, eyes on your lips,

"I hate to break it to you darling, but I'd give up Nando's if it meant having you for the rest of my life." He admits. You hum,

"Aren't you sweet." You tell him. He smiles and allows you to kiss him, index finger tucked under his chin. He hums, hand placed over your hip. He gives a gentle squeeze before Dom clears his throat, the both of you looking up,

"Sam and Harry should be in in just a few minutes. Then we can get you guys fed and back here to chill out for the rest of the night." He informs. You smile and nod, laying your head against Tom's shoulder,

"Are they those type of parents that want to buy me dinner while I'm here?" Tom smiles and nods,

"Basically. You should be that type of girlfriend that just accepts it. Don't fight it." He mutters in return, listening to you grumble,

"How the fuck else am I supposed to spend daddy's money?" You mutter. Tom chuckles before the front door opens and two boys, similar looking to Tom but scrawnier and younger walk in. The shorter, more curly haired boy looks you over,

"How much is he paying you? There is no way a girl as hot as this is with someone like you without being paid." He jokes. You smile as Tom grumbles,

"Asshole here is Harry. The quieter, more pleasant one is Sam." He introduces. You smile, nodding to the two boys, Harry of which smiles cheekily at you in a similar way to Tom’s. He holds his hand out,

“Tom told us he was bringing his girlfriend home but… I didn’t realize your standards were so low you’d take pity on my brother.” He continues to joke. Tom grumbles,

“Harry, shut the hell up.” You giggle,

“I’m Y/N, your brother is currently my favorite person.” You say sweetly, Tom smiling up at you. You smile back before Tom scoffs,

“Yeah, not for long.” Harry mutters before Tom lurches from beneath you leaving you and Tessa displaced as your boyfriend grabs his brother and pulls him into a headlock,

“Ass-”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding, you're a great guy and she's lucky to have you." Harry squeals, you giggling as Tom releases him, staring after the boy who backs away. He fixes his sweater around his waist, leaning down to kiss Tessa's head, leaning on his hands on the arms of your chair,

"Hungry?" You shrug and nod,

"Yeah. What exactly is Nando's?"

"This amazing South African restaurant. You get chicken with some sides and maybe some dessert. Of course you can get a salad or a wrap but... fuck babe, this place is so good and America only has it on the East coast. Which, speaking of America not having, there is so much I want you to try. Greg's, jaffa cakes, my mum's shepard's pie-"

"Is there anything not food related you want me to try?" You crack. Tom pauses, mouth hanging open before he shrugs,

"We'll probably go golfing and maybe bowling. Ooh, pub quiz is pretty good. Could do that."

"I don't know what that is-"

"S'alright, I'll teach you, get ya real drunk and bed ya." He mumbles with a wink. You hum,

"Yeah, keep tryin stud." You mutter back, leaning up to kiss him. He smiles before Harry speaks up again,

"Can we get food? I'm starving." The family agrees, collectively filtering out into the chilly air and welcoming you in like an old friend.

                                 ---

"Got it?"

"Mhmm." Your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth as you pin Tom's stocking to the wall along the staircase. He places his hands over your hips as you back into him. He sighs, watching Harry and Sam hang theirs and glancing over his shoulder at his parents and Paddy decorating the tree. He smiles,

"Wanna help me with the tree topper?"

"Tom, I don't wanna impede."

"Oh come on, I hang it every year. I want you to help me." He tells you, wrapping his arms around you and walking you to the tree. Nikki smiles, holding the angel out to you,

"My grandmother originally had this. She's passed it down and... hopefully, my oldest and his wife will get it to give to their own kids someday." She explains with a smile. The look in her eye, the way she elaborates to you her hopes makes it seem like she's hoping she'll pass it down to you and Tom. Tom kisses your temple,

"Need the step ladder?" Glancing back at him as you hold the antique tree topper in your hand, you nod, letting his warmth leave you as he fetches the small step stool, setting it up beside the tree. With a reassuring hand at your waist, Tom places a foot on the bottom step, watching you as carefully as you can place the angel as straight as possible on top of the tree. He smiles as you turn to look at him, his arms binding around your waist again as you step down, Dom moving the step stool,

"'S odd, I don't think I've ever seen Tom this lovey with a girl." He says, Tom sitting in the same armchair as earlier. He sighs as you sit in the arm,

"No, not at all. Y/N is definitely something different. It's nice though." Nikki replies, smiling at you. You lean back into Tom, running your fingers through his hair,

"I don't know if I should be flattered or scared." You joke, Sam and Harry sharing a laugh. Tom clicks his tongue,

"See, if this is how being back here for Christmas with my family is gonna go, I'm sendin you back to Seattle in a box." You squeal as Tom drags you back into his lap, tickling you. You squeal and squirm, trying to hold his hands from your body. You giggle, trying to catch your breath as he finally let's up, small chatter erupting amongst the house before Paddy calls out to you. You stand and follow the waving hand, assisting him in wrapping the last few lights on the strand in his hand around the railing up the stairs. He seems to be the one to have taken to you the fastest out of Tom's brothers. He laughs as you both walk down the stairs, Nikki stands up straight from over by the couch, camera in hand,

"Tom, come stand against this wall with Y/N. I want a picture of you two." She tells your boyfriend who stands, ruffling his hair before he sighs, steps up beside you, and wraps his arm around your shoulders, your own arm wrapping around his waist. He squeezes your shoulder,

"Are you having fun yet?" You glance up at him, smiling and nodding,

"Yeah. With you, always." You reassure, Tom smiling down at you. There's a quick flash before Tom glances up,

"Mum-"

"Tom, don't start, that was adorable." You giggle, pressing your opposite hand not clutching his side, to his stomach, smiling at her. Tom follows suit, tucking his free hand in his pocket. She clicks a few pictures before Tom's name is whispered. You both glance up, Paddy smiling ear to ear as he holds a single strand of mistletoe above your head. Tom chuckles, glancing back down at you,

"I'm afraid we've been tricked darling." He mutters to you. You smile and shrug,

"I'm okay with it."

"So am I." He mumbles before leaning in to press his lips to yours. You giggle as another flash goes off, Tom's hand sliding down to your shoulder blade. His opposite hand comes up to cradle your chin. He pecks your lips one more time, glancing up at his mom,

"Got it?" She nods, proud smile on her face. Tom nods, placing his hands over your shoulders as you turn to wrap your hands around his waist,

"You gotta get her to print two sets of those pictures, one for you, one for me, so when we have a nasty breakup, you can burn them and I can tear them up.” You joke. He chuckles,

“And then when I beg to have you back because I can’t sleep at night and my mum misses you and I might miss you, you can tape the pieces back together.” He jokes back. You giggle and nod,

“You gotta remind me to keep them so if it's like… a year or so later, I haven’t thrown the pieces away.” You tell him, watching his face turn up in a laugh again. Laying your head over his chest, he sighs and rubs up your arms, wrapping his arms around you. He rubs up your back as your eyes close. His heart seems to skip a beat, picking up in pace. You frown, but ignore it, relishing in the warmth and comfort Tom exudes. But you’re convinced your own heart stops when he says what he says, and for a moment you wonder if you heard him correctly.

“I love you darling.” Your eyes go wide as you glance up, Tom leaning back to look down at your face,

“What?” You ask breathlessly, tears collecting in your eyes. He clicks his tongue, reaching up to swipe your tears away with his thumb,

“Its three words Y/N, it's not that big of a deal.”

“It is to me. T-this has been the agreement in our relationship since the beginning. Did you- di- say it again.” You tell him. He scoffs,

“Once is enough baby.” He runs his hand down across the expanse of your neck with his fingertips, brushing your hair aside, starting to lean in to kiss you. You draw back,

“Tom-”

“Alright, alright… I… I love you Y/N.” He says, rolling his eyes and smiling as you smile,

“I love you too.” You say. He nods, leaning in to kiss you finally. He hums, nudging his nose against yours, squeezing you as his arms wrap around your waist,

“I love you.” He mutters again. You smile,

“Well Merry Christmas to me then huh.”

“And a Happy New Year darling.” He coos, rubbing across your back with a warm smile, your whole body buzzing in excitement and love, relieved and excited that he finally admitted he loves you.

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[lihikainanea]

I feel a little weird revisiting this because *emotions*, but I had an old boyfriend who used to request a "human blankie" - he would haul me up onto him so I'd cover as much of his body as possible, and we would just hang out, chat or sleep. I know they basically already do this, but what if Bill starts asking tiger for it? I could see him using her as his blanket if he's feeling needy or overwhelmed. It is just the sweetest, most comforting thing. (take care of yourself today!) ❤beth

alright alright alright alright I LOVE THIS.

Oh godddddd Bill you are so goddamn sweet, my heart. And I love that he would be asking for it, you know? Because look, tiger loves her Big Dude. Tiger loves feeling his weight on her, loves it when the big sap just sprawls across her as if he is not an enormous lap dog who has no idea how big he really is.

But there’s a soft spot in my heart--a very big one--for how much Bill loves it when tiger sprawls on him, too. And it’ll usually happen at random, but if he’s been having a hard time with some stuff, then he’ll actually ask for it.

And that’s a precious thought. Listen, a few bad auditions. Hell a few good auditions and he got far in the process before being told no. Or just...no auditions. Drama with his bros for whatever reason. Maybe he’s just all caught up in his head like he gets sometimes, and he’s having a hard time pulling himself out. Maybe tiger was away on a business trip, and it just exacerbated his neediness or triggered it altogether. Either way, god I so love this visual of him just like...in a big sweater and comfy sweatpants on the couch. He’s lying down with his head in tiger’s lap so he can get all the good head scritchies, and his impossibly long legs are stretched out and hanging over the ends of the sofa. And he’s relaxed-ish, but it could be better. Maybe some bad thoughts crept in despite how absolutely hypnotic her head scritchies are, maybe he feels his mind slipping away on him a bit again and he wants to reel it in. So very gently, he’ll shift, look up at her, and gently tug her arm.

“Blankie, please,” he requests softly. And it’s so needy, so insanely adorable that tiger just coos, leans down to kiss his nose.

“Sure, big guy,” she says softly, gently shifting his head so she can slide out. He’ll make grabby hands at her and she’ll just sprawl on him, tucking her head under his chin, laying her full weight on him. He sighs and deflates, wrapping his arms tight around her and they just lie like that until he makes the first move. Tiger would stay like that forever, or at least as long as it took for him to just be grounded again.

But also like...it would happen randomly, right? Because Bill is such a sappy love bug and he’s so touchy and he’s just a big helpless ball of mush who wants cuddles all the time, the needy bastard. So maybe tiger is just getting dinner ready and he comes in from the living room where he was nursing a scotch and reading a book (because he is spoiled and taken care of) and he just comes up behind her, plunks his chin on her shoulder.

“Blankie, please,” he requests.

And listen, tiger can’t ever find it in her cold heart to make fun of him or shoot him down--even jokingly--whenever he requests it. Because man, what an ego boost for her too, you know?

So even though she’s in the middle of something messy, she laughs and turns her head to kiss the corner of his mouth.

“Alright, hang on,” she laughs, “Let me just get washed up.”

And she backs away from the counter, but now she has a Big Sappy Dude on her. He loops his arms around her waist and takes a step back, too. And when she goes to walk to the sink, he’s still hanging on and matching her steps, glued to her back.

“Bud,” she laughs, “I’m coming.”

“Faster,” he grumbles, and again he just sticks to her as she takes a few steps to reach the dishtowel. She playfully swats him with it, waddling down the hallway with him mirroring her steps, placing noisy kisses all over her cheek. She leans and practically throws him over her shoulder, sending him sprawling on his back on the couch before she climbs on top of him and settles in.

I LOOOOOOOVE.

[spn-ficfanatic]

Shot Through The Heart Pt 2

Part 1 was requested by @imaginationisgrowth and can be read HERE. I’m so sorry this is so late, I’m too much of a perfectionist sometimes. Man, can you imagine if I posted my full series’ chapter by chapter? It’d take a year to get through 3 parts lol

Summary: In this twisted SPN AU!fic, Dean went to Harvard to become a doctor and Sam stayed with their dad. In part 1 Sam brought you into the ER, covered in blood, and Dean looked after you. Now, you’re on the road with the brothers as they hunt their missing father and you hope to return the favour to Dean.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam Words: 2325 Genre: Fluff mostly

You relished in the fresh air as the Impala sped off down the street away from Dean’s apartment. You’d started to get cabin fever, and some time on the road was just what the doctor ordered. You could tell Dean was enjoying himself too, despite what he’d want you to believe. The moment he stepped into the car he stroked the wheel like it was a long-lost lover and you had to bite back a giggle.

“You ok back there?” Dean asked concerned, looking back to check on you. You looked around at the mountain of pillows he’d placed behind you and surrounding you, and the blanket tucked around your feet, and huffed out a laugh.

“Could have done with a couple of extra pillows but I think I’ll survive,” you teased, earning a laugh from Sam in the passenger seat. “Just watch the road old man.”

The journey out of state was filled with laughter and stories from past hunts. Dean told a few risque tales of life on campus which did little to keep your mind off the events of only a few hours prior. You made a mental note to talk to him privately the first chance you got; the last thing you wanted was Sam being privy to the knowledge that his brother and yourself had shared a couple of sweet confusing moments before he rocked up.

You and Sam each shared a few hours of shut eye before reaching the first hotel, and you looked out the door with excitement. You peeled yourself away from the pillows and slid across the seat to exit the door on the other side, and stretched gently once you were outside.

“Hey careful, no popping anymore stitches,” Dean scolded, pointing at your sternly.

“Geez Dad, lighten up,” you responded, rolling your eyes.

“Yer Dad, lighten up,” Sam teased as he passed with the bags, grinning and winking at you as he did. You laughed and followed behind, having already been forbidden to carry anything heavier than a pistol.

You checked the bed carefully before sitting down, still tired despite the rest you’d just had in the car. Sam had decided a quick easy hunt would be a good way to get Dean back into the game, and had managed to track down a simple salt and burn to this town.

“So, what’s the first step to gank this ghost?” you asked, eager to help out however you could. You didn’t miss the glance Dean and Sam shared, and frowned slightly.

“Actually…” Sam started.

“Oh CUMMON! You’re not sidelining me already! It’s a goddamn salt and burn!” you yelled, which had Sam and Dean step back.

“How could you possibly know what I was gonna say?” Sam questioned, wide-eyed.

“Either I’m a fucking psychic, or I just know men better than I care to,” you grumbled, grabbing your clothes as you stormed off into the bathroom. “I’m taking a shower, you two do whatever the hell you want to.”

You slammed the door as hard as you could, which only gave you a moment of satisfaction before the anger came back. Biting back the tears you ran the water and started to undress. A small knock on the door interrupted you, and without bothering to put your top back on you pulled the door open a few inches, blocking the view of whichever brother was brave, or stupid, enough to bother you.

“What!?” you snapped, and Dean put his hands up in defense.

“Y/N seriously, only 7 hours ago you were puking up your guts and I was resewing the bullet hole in your chest, all I’m asking is you take one day to settle dow- are you naked?”

His sudden realisation cut him off, and you smirked wickedly. His eyes had started at your own but had slowly travelled down your torso as he spoke, landing where you had devilishly left a little side-boob hanging out.

“I’m about to have a shower Dean, what do you think?” you told him, with a hint of a flirt in your voice. He swallowed thickly, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down, and you had to bite your tongue to keep from laughing out loud.

“Dean, my eyes are up here,” you told him, using your finger to lift his chin. His eyes were full of lust and you couldn’t help but wish Sam would go on this hunt by himself.

“Focus Dean, you have a job to do. I’ll be fine, I’ll do what you say and I’ll stay put for now. Just be safe alright?” you relented.

“Thank you. We’ll only be gone a couple of hours. Maybe order in some pizza or something,” he told you, leaning over as if to kiss you on the cheek but then pulling back in the same second. You sighed as he walked away, and closed the door behind you so you could have your shower in peace.

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The room was dark when Sam and Dean returned from the hunt, earlier than expected. It really was a simple case, they didn’t even have to wait for sundown to do the salt and burn, and Dean felt a little bad for not including you after all. He’d planned to take you out to dinner to apologise but you were fast asleep when they came back.

“I take it you two are sharing?” Sam asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

He’d been on Dean’s back the entire time they were gone, asking what was going on between the two of you. Dean denied any feelings but his brother wasn’t buying it, and had decided to make it his personal mission to get the two of you together... Starting with bed sharing.

“May as well, not like we haven’t before,” Dean replied nonchalantly, knowing it would drive his brother crazy. As he suspected, he made a face but Dean quickly shut him up by pointing out your sleeping form.

“Sshhh,” he scolded, quickly changing into his boxers and climbing in next to you. He fell asleep quickly, and when he shifted in his sleep only 10 minutes later to spoon you Sam looked on with a smile.

The curtains in the room sucked, and as the first beam of sunshine hit the window pane the entire room lit up. You groaned quietly as you stirred, you heart rate increasing when you realised who was draped over you. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and looked up just as Sam slipped into the room with a coffee.

“Dude, it’s 6am. Normal people are still in bed,” you mumbled, and slid out of the bed carefully so as not to wake Dean. The angle jostled your wounds and you hissed as you moved, and Sam abruptly looked up from untying his shoelaces.

“You OK?” he asked concerned, starting to stand.

You waved him off as you walked over to the kitchenette. “Sit down Lassie I’m fine, just a bit stiff in the morning is all.”

You started to make yourself a coffee, all the while you could feel Sam’s gaze behind your back. You tried to ignore it, but eventually you sat your mug down and turned to face him.

“What is it Sam?” you asked.

“Nothing,” he answered, averting his eyes to his lap embarrassed at having been caught out. “Just… I know I said it before, but I’m really sorry about what happened.”

You nodded in understanding, and walked over to him. He stood, and you enveloped each other in a hug.

“You have nothing to be sorry for Sam, I’m the one who stepped in front of you remember?”

“Yer to save me!” he replied, pulling back to look at you. “If I’d been paying closer attention-”

“The other vamp would have got ya,” you cut him off. “To see the one with the gun you would have had to turn away from the vamp that was trying to rip out your jugular vein. I don’t regret what I did Sam, I’d do it again.”

“You nearly died,” he added quietly, and you frowned.

“So I’m told. Dean also told me you donated some blood to top me up?”

Sam nodded and you smiled. “OK, so we’re even. Now forget about it and let me make my coffee, ok?”

“Yer alright. But hey,” he added, taking your hand as you started to walk away from him, pulling you back. “Two things. One, listen to Dean ok? I don’t want you getting hurt again.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “Yes, ok big bro, and what’s number two?”

“For what it’s worth, I think you and Dean would be really great together.”

He smiled as you stared at him like a cow looks at an oncoming train. “Wh, wha, wh-”

Sam opened his mouth to answer you but Dean’s shuffling form and groan as he woke up promptly ended the conversation. You went back to making your coffee, your mind buzzing over what Sam said. You had his permission… that was cool you figured. But did you have Dean’s? He kept acting like he wanted something more with you, but nothing was transpiring from it and it was driving you crazy. If your mind was buzzing before Dean stood up, topless, it was in meltdown the moment his feet touched the ground.

“I’m gonna drink my coffee in the sun,” you announced with wide eyes and a high pitch, taking your mug outside without sparing him another glance.

15 minutes later he joined you with his own mug, hair wet after obviously having had a shower. You looked up from your phone as he approached, and you felt your cheeks blush slightly as he sat down next to you on the park bench.

“Everything ok?” he asked, taking a sip of his drink.

You scoffed in response. “I’m fine. Dandy. How was the hunt last night?”

“I am sorry about that Y/N, in hindsight you probably could have helped,” he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face tiredly. “It was simple even for a salt and burn.”

“Nah, don’t sweat it. Got some pizza, watched some tellie… was a good night,” you told him with a smile, trying to let him know there were no hard feelings. He nodded and a weight seemed to be lifted off his shoulder.

“So, we caught wind of a possible demon possession in Texas. Thought perhaps you could give us a hand on that one if you felt up to it?”

You beamed as you nodded your head furiously, and Dean laughed. He offered his hand, which you took, and guided you back to the room to pack and get on the road.

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“Are we there yet?” you whined from the backseat for the 5th time. You’d managed to convince Dean that the mountain of pillows was overkill, and you were graciously sitting back in the seat watching the world pass you by through the window. Sam groaned and you chuckled.

“Sorry sorry, I’ll stop,” you promised with a smirk. Leaning forward, you rested your head on your arms as you laid them across the seat in front of you. “Seriously though, are we very far away? Feels like we’ve been driving for days.”

“Pretty much yer,” Dean told you, pulling off the highway. “The town centre is only 10 or so minutes away.”

You breathed a sigh of relief and sat back, feeling your stitches pull as you did. You absentmindedly rubbed them as you looked out the window, wondering if you’d ever feel normal again. Dean warned you in the hospital that having your spleen removed, and recovering from a punctured lung, was going to take some time to recover from. Not only that, but you would be more susceptible to issues in the future. You could be sent packing from a simple case of the flu and that idea admittedly scared you a little; as a hunter you were prepared to go down in the blaze of glory, not from a head cold.

The air around you relaxed as you pulled into the motel, everyone anxious to get out and have a stretch. Sam got the bags again while Dean checked you all in, and soon you were gathered around the dining table figuring out the next step to catching this demon.

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“To us,” you cheered, clinking the neck of your beer bottle against Sam and Dean’s.

“I can’t believe I’m letting you have a beer,” Dean grumbled as he took a sip of his own and you laughed.

“Pretty strong use of the word ‘let’ there Dean,” Sam chimed in. “Pretty sure she was having a drink no matter what you said.”

You simply stuck your tongue out teasingly at the older Winchester as you took a sip. “I’ll be a good little girl and only have the one, if that makes you feel better?”

Dean only nodded in response, but you caught a glimpse of the corners of his mouth pulling up into a small smile.

“I can’t believe you managed to get through a case on research duty alone Y/N,” Sam told you incredulously, and you shrugged. “I was certain you’d turn up during the fight, guns a’blazing.”

“Well, what can I say, Doctor’s orders,” you told him, winking at Dean and gently tapping his foot with your own. “I am feeling much better though.”

You and Sam looked at Dean expectantly, and as he felt your gaze on him he cleared his throat and put his beer down.

“You do seem to be moving around alright,” he admitted, and as he saw a spark light in your eyes he grinned. “I think I can safely say you’re ready for the next hunt.”

You cheered loudly and high fived Sam, before reaching into your pocket and pulling out a $5 note to hand him. Dean looked confused and his brother shrugged.

“I told her you’d cave.”

A/N: Sorry guys, not sure there’ll be a part 3 to this. I had intended to make it a trilogy but I’m having serious trouble coming up with a next part and it’s been mooooonths! I hope you enjoy it for what it is though :)

Shot Through The Heart pt 2 requested by @mannls & @muchamusedaboutnothing

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But You Love Me Anyways

So here’s part 2 of my first snz oc fic....I still have zero idea of what I’m doing but you can read part one here  as always I hope you enjoy!

By the time we entered our room, whatever Kaito originally planned had been placed on the backburner. In just the 20 minutes it took to get here his cold symptoms seemed to worsen, consistently sniffling due to congestion setting in and the frequency of his sneezes increased too. As I stepped into the room I turned on the lights, both the main and the bathroom’s, “alright, we’ve got about 4ish hours until dinner with your friends. So let’s get you into the shower.”

Kaito raised his fist pressing it against his nose, “heptCH...ugh, sounds good.” With a shake of his head, he walked into the bathroom. I on the other hand walked over to our suitcases and grabbed him some fresh clothes to lounge in once he was finished in the shower.

“HEPCHOO...heh..hih..giTCH-uh”  I entered the bathroom, Kai already in the shower. Bent by the waist, the steam from the shower already working to relieve him of congestion. I placed his change of clothes on the toilet, “Bless you, I’m leaving your clothes on the toilet.”

Kaito peeked his head out from the sheer shower curtain, black hair plastered to his forehead and nose a darkening shade of red, “Tha-hih-nk...gh’AESHOO...ugh, snfl thangk you.” I smiled and pressed a chaste kiss on his moist lips, “I’ll leave some cold medicine on the counter.” With a nod of his head Kaito ducked back into the shower to release a whole volley of sneezes, “HAAAAESSCHEWWW!! HEPCHEWWWW!!!  Heh...heh..HEESSSSCHEWWWW!!”

A small smile tugged at my lips as I rummaged through his toiletry bag for cold medicine, “bless you!”

“he-PCH, hiih-HAESHEW...lobe you,” came the response. A wave of warmth ran through my body, goddamn this man. Finally finding what I was looking for, I left the medicine and filled the complimentary plastic cup with water from the sink. Reluctantly I left the bathroom and my sneezy man in order to change into an oversized t-shirt, that may or may not be Kaito’s. Once changed, I grab my laptop and plop myself on the bed. Scrolling through my social media, as I listened to Kaito’s sneezes.

“- heh-RRSHOO! - hhaah-RRSHOoo...HH-AASSSHHHEEEOOO”

I bit my lip, jeezus if only he knew what exactly his sneezes do to me. A few minutes pass and Kaito walks out of the bathroom, a tissue cupped around his nose with a hearty blow I can still hear some congestion. Guess the shower didn’t clear all of it, Kai lets out a sigh and crumples the used tissue. “How you feeling?” I ask adjusting my legs so he had room to sit.   

“ A liddle congested,” Kaito sniffled wetly to prove his point, “and tired but other than that I’m good.” Kaito tosses the tissue in the nearby waste basket and sits down on the area of the bed that I cleared off for him, his arms supporting him from behind. I move my laptop off my lap and scooch closer to Kaito, wrapping my arms around his and place my chin on his shoulder.

“Wanna cuddle and watch a movie?” I run my hands up and down his arm and wait for his response. With a wet sniffle Kai turns his head and places a light kiss on my forehead,“I’d love to, just led me grab the dissues.” I grin and pull away to grab my laptop and allow Kaito to get up.

I already pulled up the movie when Kaito came to join me on the bed,  “ So whad movie did you decide on?” he asked.

I gave him a teasing smile, “ Disney’s ZOMBIES”

Kaito just chuckled and plucked out a tissue, “Your Disney obsessiond has do bounds does id?”

“Nope,” I replied trying to keep my concentration on playing the movie instead of my boyfriend who was currently blowing his nose. Once the blowing stopped and I had the movie up I turn my head to Kaito, “ready?”

Kaito pulls up the covers and sniffles, “yep.”

He was already asleep by the time the first song ended. Which was one of the reasons why I chose this movie, it was one that Kai wouldn’t feel bad if he slept through. I however was absolutely invested in the new DCOM, enjoying every minute of it while Kaito snored. By the time the movie ended we had about an hour and a half until dinner with Kaito’s college friends. Slowly I climbed out of the bed, careful not to wake Kaito. Once up, I walked over to my suitcase trying to find an outfit for dinner. Sure we were just meeting up with his old college friends, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. It’s the first time I’d be meeting them, hell I still haven’t met his parents yet! So choosing the perfect outfit was essential to hide the fact that I’m a big bundle of nerves.

Since I also had no idea where we’re going to dinner, I settled on my jean skirt, dark purple floral tank pairing it with my army green button down and suede booties. Once I changed, I also redid my makeup and fixed the curly mess that I call hair.

“hept’CHOO...ugh that one hurt.”

I turn away from fixing my eyeliner in the mirror to see Kaito sitting up, rubbing his nose with his fist, “ Bless you baby.”

“Thanks,” Kai lifted his hands to rub the sleep from his eyes, “Hey, Mallory what time is it?”

I glance at my watch, “It’s 5:45, we still got time before we need to leave.”

“Mal, we’ve got about half an hour till we need to leave. Why are you getting all dressed up? It’s just dinner with Colin and Mark,” Kaito asked eyeing me as I continued to fix my makeup.

I sheepishly turn back around to face him, “I’m sorry, I’m just nervous.”

Kaito swung his legs over the edge of the bed and walked to me. Taking hold of my hands, “Why? They’re just some old college buddies.”

I look up at him, “I know but I wanna make a good impression! I want them to accept me as your girlfriend..” I trail off looking back down, realizing how dumb I must sound.

“Hey,” Kai lifted my chin with his finger, “they will love you.”

“Really?” I ask as Kaito pulled me into a hug.

“Really, and youhhihh….hih..” Kaito pressed me against him, one hand against my back and the other cupping the back of my head, “Hhh-- EEIIISSSHHHeeeoooo!!”

“Bless you,” I mumble into his shirt.

“ Thangks, snfl- as I was saying, you look gorgeous.” He pressed a kiss on top of my head before pulling away and grabbing another tissue.

“ You’re gorgeous too.”

Kaito looked up from blowing his nose, and I blush at my incorrect and not so smooth flirting skills. Slowly Kaito lowers the tissue and exposes his red raw nose, his lips quirked in that little smirky side smile I love.

“Yeah, I bet I look gorgeous with this red nose and bed head.” he joked, tossing another used tissue into the wastebasket.

“You know what I meant, buckethead.” I pouted turning back to the mirror, fiddling with my hair. I heard Kai chuckle before he snaked his hands around my waist and rests his chin on top of my head.

“ I know but look,” Kaito nudged his head to get me to look at our reflection, “ you look much prettier than me right now.” As I stared at our reflection I could see the blush rise on my cheeks.

I place my hands over his, “then go get dressed, then we can be equally pretty.” I tried to pry his hands open and off of me. Suddenly I felt Kaito’s chest rise rapidly and let my hands rest on top as his. I leaned against his chest a little more and watched him in the mirror. His eyes were now closed and his tongue peaked out of his parted lips.

“ih….heh...hePTCH” he stifled into his shoulder, reluctant to let me go. Not that I would have wanted to leave, the rise and fall of his chest and the way his abs tightened when he sneezed. Yumm just yum.

“Bless you,” I said tilting my head back.

“Thangk you Mal,” Kaito replied sniffling, almost reluctantly he moved one hand from my waist to knuckle his red nose. I break away from his grasp and stand on my tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek, “go get dressed, do you want more medicine?”

With me no longer in his grasp Kaito grabbed another tissue from the bedside table. After a liquid blow Kaito shook his head, as if it’ll help clear the congestion, “ yeah, I’ll take some right before we leave.”

“Sounds good,” I called as he grabbed what he was going to wear and entered the bathroom.

We were now parked outside of the restaurant, a little pub like establishment. Kaito got out and opened my door, we walked up to the restaurant together. Waiting outside were two couples, both of the men light up when they saw Kaito. So this must be Colin and Mark.

“Kai! What up man?” the shorter blonde man asked pulling Kaito into one of those ‘bro hugs’.

“Snfl haha, hey Colin.” Kaito replied smiling, he stepped away from Colin and embraced the other man, Mark.

“Hey Kaito, it’s nice to see you again.” Mark said after they broke out of their hug.

“It’s nice to see you both, let me introduce you to my girlfriend,” Kaito took my hand, “ this is Mallory.”

Both men and their significant others looked at me, I just smiled and offered my hand like my step-dad taught me, “nice to meet you.”

They all shook my hand and introduced themselves, Colin was Kaito’s roommate and Mark was his best friend. I also learned that Sara was Colin’s girlfriend and Alex was Mark’s wife.

“Shall we go in then?” Mark asked, placing a hand on Alex’s back guiding her towards the door.

We all followed suit and walked into the pub and were seated at a booth, Colin, Sara and Mark on one side while Alex, Kaito and I sat on the other side.

“So, how did you two meet?” Mark asked after we placed our order.

I looked over at Kaito to see if he was going to answer but he was turned toward me, arm raised, “HeptCHO..snfl.”

“Bless you,” I commented before answering Mark’s question, “I met Kai at a work event.”

His eyebrows raised, “Oh, so you’re a voice actor too?”

I laughed, “No, I run the forums and blog. Though I also do some other random tasks too.”

Alex leaned forward trying to see me around Kaito, “That’s so cool!”

I ran a hand through my hair, feeling a little embarrassed, “thanks.”

“heh-RRSHOO! - hhaah-RRSHOoo”

I look back at Kaito who had his face buried in his arm. I was about to bless him when Colin interrupted, “ Jeez Kai, still sneezing your head off I see, I swear living with you and listening to you sneezing was annoying,” Colin glanced over at me, “Hey Mallory is it annoying to listen to this guy sneeze all the time?”

His question and tone took me off guard, I look back at Kaito and I saw him tense and clench his jaw. I look back at Colin, “ No, but I find you making him uncomfortable annoying.”

Colin flushed at my comment but said nothing as the waitress arrived with our food. Slowly I began to regret what I said, thinking that I went too far and might have made Kai even more uncomfortable. As the waitress was placing our food on the table, I wrote “sorry” on his thigh, hoping he would get the message. Once I finished he gave my hand a squeeze, assuring me that it was okay.

The rest of the night was uneventful, we were asked more questions, mainly asking when we would be back in the San Francisco area and there were a few more stray sneezes from Kaito but other than that it was fine.

After we said our goodbyes, Kaito and I walked back to the car. As soon as I closed the door an apology ripped out of me, “ Kai, I’m soo sorry for snapping at Colin like that.”

Kaito just smiles and turns to face me, “ It’s alright but you didn’t snfl answer him.”

I raised an eyebrow in confusion, “did you want me to?”

He just shrugged, no longer looking me in the eyes. Honestly it baffled me, we’ve been together for a year and even though I haven’t explicitly said ‘I have a sneezing fetish’ I figured he had the general idea that I didn’t mind his sneezing, even liked it.

Slowly I cupped my hands around his face, “Kai, baby, you’re sneezing isn’t annoying,” he sniffled wetly, the medicine having worn off, “ in fact..” I trailed off moving to whisper in his ear, “ I love it.”

Kai pulled away so he could see me, his nose twitching, “really?”

The knowledge that I just confessed one of my biggest secrets set in and I could feel my face flush red, “ yeah, does that weird you out?”

Kaito shook his head, “ nooh-hih...iht’s...peerhi-EPCHOO….heeAACHHOO...snfl...berfect.” he gave me a silly grin while his nose wriggled trying to dispel the tickle.

Goddamnit I love this man! Unable to help myself I kiss his nose before moving down to his lips. It was sweet, but short. Kai pulled away, “ hiihh..hiih..hiiRCHOO”

Kaito raised his fist and began to knuckle his nose, “Gods, I love you.” I said watching him. Kaito stopped and lowered his fist, nose a bright and angry red.

“I lobve you doo”

[deztinywarriors]

ES Spectre 2.0 Chapter 9-1

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Papa ardyn with his three year old daughter Headcanons

This one goes for this other polite anon and you, requester.Hope you like it, yall Papa Ardyn fandom.  ～(‘u^人)

Villain papa Ardyn and his 3 y.o. little but adorable villain daughter.

Kicking in some Noctis and gang at some point, too.

[Adding a Keep Reading Line at some point]

Ardyn and 3 y.o. are a childish mess.

3 y.o. girl has to start going to school.

“But why!? I don’t want to! School can wait! ;________;”

…that was Ardyn.

He’s had so much fun with baby girl he doesn’t want to be away of her.

But little girl is pretty darn excited about school.

So, Ardyn has to let her :’(

Ardyn’s dropping her at school, then sitting at a bench across the street waiting for her to come out again when school’s over.

He’s been alive 2000 years, he can wait a couple hours with patience. 

“Why is she taking so long, stop ;______;”

Aw, Ardyn, you’re gonna die when she goes to middle school with a longer school schedule.

Ardyn’s gonna be the happiest when school’s over and he sees little girl walk out.

Always reaches to hug her like he hasn’t seen her in like a month.

“BABY GIRL! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡“

Ardyn that was like 5 hours

3 y.o. little girl has requested to let her hair grow.

This is the point where Ardyn’s phoning Aranea for help.

Ardyn’s in love with dressing her baby girl and have her look and feel the prettiest princess in the world, so it occurred to him:

Ardyn’s buying ribbons for her.

As a baby she didn’t have enough hair for that and when it grew enough it had not crossed his head before, but now…phew.

There’s more ribbons in the house than actual food or clothes.

Ardyn had gotten only one at first.

It was this red ribbon and he had no idea how to put it on her, but he managed his way there.

You should have seen his face when he stepped back to look at her.

Basically like

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH ❤～(≧▽≦人)“

She looks so pretty, that huge red ribbon on her dark red hair, omg, how can such a stupid thing turn an adorable person into someone 1000x cuter?

Ardyn just bought the entire stall of ribbons at a store.

RIBBONS EVERYWHERE.

Little girl’s a pretty likeable person, so not particularly bullied, but just in case…

Ardyn’s gonna terrify the hell out of the kids that try to mess with her.

His strategy, show his real face.

Like this once 3 y.o. girl was in the playground and at some point she came running with Papa because these boys were saying a mean thing about her.

“Oh, no, it’s okay baby girl. Look, tell them to come, I’ll have a conversation with them.”

Ardyn just f*cking SHOWED HIS REAL DEMON FACE TO THE BOYS.

Guess who never said anything mean about little girl again.

“Nobody messed with my daughter >:’(”

“You’re the best, papa :3″

There’s 3 y.o. girl kissing papa’s demon face because she loves him.

You should see Papa Ardyn dealing with potty training.

He’s so patient it’s ridiculous.

That’s the perks of having waited 2000 years for the goddamn King of Light, you learn to be the most patient thing of Eos.

Baby girl never fails to tell him when she has to go or at least ask for a clean diaper.

Ardyn’s teaching her to use the potty, and even though he’s pretty damn VERY lost on the matter, he’s still patient and shares lots of laughs with little girl when ‘accidents happen’.

Lollipops.

These two are utter trash for lollipops.

Actually, little girl is Ardyn’s excuse to buy a ridiculous amount of lollipops each week.

He’s paying and the cashier has this -____- look because “sir, are you sure you want to buy 53 lollipops”

“…she likes lollipops .______.”

Yeah, sure, Ardyn, you’re eating 30 of those.

As mentioned, little girl is pretty damn friendly, and started going to school, so…

Toddlers playdates at Ardyn’s house.

What do I do with more kids that also aren’t mine alksjdsdjf

Ardyn’s staring at kids for hours because he has no idea how those things work except his own.

Baby girl has it under control, don’t worry.

Little girl has a more extent vocabulary.

Meaning, the Why era just started.

“Daddy why is the sky blue?”

“Daddy why are you so tall?”

“Daddy why do dogs pee like that?”

“Daddy why do you look so young if you’re 2000?”

It’s all super simple to answer.

Tbh Ardyn’s answering some in his flamboyant sarcasm and not even accurately but little girl buys it anyway.

“Daddy where do babies come from?”

._____.

“Yes, hello, I have another question, Aranea.”

It’s not that he doesn’t know, hahaha, it’s he doesn’t know what to say.

Tbh by this point Aranea’s starting to switch her phone in silence all day.

“I’m not paid enough for this shit.”

Guess who’s in the perfect age for constant tantrums.

At first Ardyn used to freak the hell out because I LOVE THIS LITTLE HUMAN BUT I HATE WHAT SHE’S DOING BUT I DON’T HATE HER HOW DO I TELL HER TO SHUT THE FUCK UP WITHOUT HURTING HER FEELINGS

Ardyn’s got it under control now. Sort of. His own way.

Ardyn’s threatening her saying something about gifting her to Iedolas.

“But he’s ugly, papa ;_____;”

“Precisely.”

Little girl stops the tantrum.

Ardyn’s threatening constantly cause he’s a villain but baby girl doesn’t mind cause he’s never hurt her in any way and she’s growing up a villain too, so a threat is just fine, I guess, hahaha.

Another tantrum, wtf

Ardyn’s threatening on gifting her to Verstael.

“HE’S UGLY TOO.”

“See, then be a good girl and stay with your handsome papa.”

It’s a tantrum in public.

Ardyn’s not doing anything. 

Ardyn’s arm crossed looking down at little girl who’s currently thrown on the floor screaming.

Once she tires out Ardyn’s gonna go down to her height like

“See, it felt good, right? Let all your rage and hatred out?”

“But all my noise upset the other people, papa.”

“Precisely.”

“…yeah, it felt good.”

It’s actually super nice, let the child tantrum to exhaustion cause they need to vent their feelings but also understand they’re doing a senseless thing.

Nice job there, Ardyn, ten points to yourself.

Little girl is drawing daemons on the living room’s wall.

“*GASP* BABY GIRL, NO!”

Ardyn’s currently sat in front of the wall at a side of baby girl holding a crayon and doodling on the wall.

“This one has three eyes, not two, and let’s fix this Marilith’s head, okay?”

Little girl smacked this boy at school who stole her cookie.

“Way you go, baby girl! :’)”

Ardyn’s the sweetest papa, but he’s a villain, omg, what is this girl gonna be when she’s older, everybody run, we’re not safe.

3 y.o. girl has this giant dollhouse that Ardyn definitely didn’t steal from anywhere.

3 y.o. girl and papa Ardyn are playing together with the dollhouse.

There’s papa Ardyn with the blonde doll cause baby girl wanted the brunette one.

They’re sharing gossip and going shopping.

The dolls, I mean.

3 y.o. girl has a constant come-and-go of what she wants to be when she grows up.3 y.o. girl wants to be a doctor.

3 y.o. girl has this nice toy set of doctor game.

Ardyn is very definitely pretending to be sick almost every day.

He’s pretending to pass out.

“Oh, oh no! I feel so bad! I need a doctor! If oooonly there was sooome nearbyyyy….”

There’s goes 3 y.o. little girl.

SHE’S RUSHING SO FAST OMG SHE BE BEST DOCTOR IN TOWN.

Ardyn’s going to pretend and fake every illness he supposedly catches.

“Oh no, I don’t knooow….no…nope…oooh, there! It hurts theeere! Doctor please heal meeee :’(”

Bro, it doesn’t hurt.

Still, Ardyn enjoys to be thrown on the floor for like half an hour while little girl plays doctor.

3 y.o. little girl likes art and crafts.

Ardyn’s joining her in activities about that.

There’s giant, skyscrapper-height Ardyn sat in a kid-sized chair at a side of his baby girl doing some macaroni drawing of some stupid fish.

Ardyn’s having so much fun.

“Look, mine looks so pretty! OOOH, yours is even better, baby girl! What do you mean mine’s ugly? Of course not! Look, it has this little fin and…come on, it’s so pretty, I put all my effort in it.”

Now they’re using pencils and crayons.

“Oh, that’s a very nice drawing of home, baby girl! Look at mine. What do you mean a ‘rotten dough’, it’s a cat.”

Skyscrapper-tall Ardyn’s still sat in that kid-sized chair doing a painting with the palms and fingers as brush.

“Ahaha, this is so much fun.”

“Daddy, I’m happy already, can we go home?”

“One craft more, baby girl.”

Little girl really likes storybooks.

Ardyn just bought the entire kids’ books shelf from the book store.

Papa Ardyn and 3 y.o. are reading together so she can learn.

Papa Ardyn’s the most patient little shit, ugh, so adorable.

Papa Ardyn is going to half-sit half-lie in either her or his bed, have little girl sit in his lap, and he’s gonna open a book so both can read at her pace.

Sometimes it takes up to 2 hours entertained in just that.

He guides her and helps her decipher what’s written.

Sometimes little girl is falling asleep on him.

Most times, Ardyn’s not even gonna go away, he’ll just fall asleep too with baby girl cuddled to his chest.

Papa Ardyn and 3 y.o. also like walks through the parks.

Papa Ardyn and 3 y.o. like to feed the ducks.

3 y.o. just threw a piece of bread to the duck’s head on purpose cause it was mean to her.

“*GASPS* Baby girl!!! What an aim 0:”

Ardyn’s so gonna teach this girl to shoot at some point, she has talent.

That this 3 y.o. girl climbs up trees ain’t troubles.

Ardyn like, only needs to put the hands up and he reaches her, lmao.

Papa Ardyn’s teaching little girl to secretly mess with the Lucian prince and the gang.

Papa Ardyn and little girl are hidden behind a bush poking at the back of Noctis’ head and hiding back again before he notices.

They’re throwing small, harmless rocks to Prompto from a spot he can’t see.

They’re using spitballs and a straw against Gladio.

They decide it’s best not to mess with Ignis.

He cooks so good.

Not like Ardyn…not like he tends to steal Ignis’ dishes and cookies or anything…

Baby girl’s learning to childishly hate the Lucian prince.

3 y.o. girl is walking up to him.

“Papa’s better than you! He gonna kick your butt! I gonna kick your butt when I grow up, too, you old man!”

“I’m twenty.”

“OLD”

“YEAH? YOUR PAPA IS 2000 YEARS OLD, YOU LITTLE SHIT.”

Little girl is kicking the prince’s leg then run away.

Papa Ardyn and 3 y.o. like boxes.

They liked to build up forts with the boxes.

They also like to use boxes to craft some disguise like moogle wings.

Papa Ardyn once got this giant box.

Papa Ardyn and 3 y.o. daughter and playing inside.

It’s ridiculous.

Ardyn barely fits in there.

3 y.o. little girl likes to sing the Lucian equivalent of Happy Birthday from the top of her lungs.

It’s nobody’s birthday.

“It IS somewhere!!”

Of course, little girl, but this is the 10th time you sing it today.

3 y.o. little girl likes stickers.

Ardyn just bought the entire shelf of stickers of the store.

How many shelves has this man bought already, somebody stop him.

3 y.o. little girl once decorated all of papa’s room with stickers.

All the walls are covered in moogle and chocobo stickers.

Also hearts and kittens.

Also puppies and clouds.

Ardyn walks into his room.

“…baby girl .____.”

3 y.o. girl is like (◕‿◕)♡

“Baby girl…THIS IS AMAZING (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ“

Ardyn’s letting the stickers stay there forever.

It’s not the stickers.

It’s that BABY GIRL PUT THEM THERE FOR ME AKLJSJSLDKFJ

Baby girl could stab someone and Ardyn’s still gonna be super proud just because it’s her.

…well, it’s not a good example, considering Ardyn does stab people himself…hm.

They playing monster.

3 y.o. also likes dancing.

There’s papa Ardyn doing the moogle dance with 3 y.o. little girl.

They’re standing on the table.

It’s a public table.

Ardyn regrets nothing.

3 y.o. and Ardyn are doing the chocobo dance.

They’re again in public.

They regret nothing.

PIGGY BACK RIDES.

3 y.o. girl also likes fire, like papa.

Papa Ardyn is constantly entertaining 3 y.o. baby girl with summoning fire on his palms.

See how other parents do sock-puppet shows for their kids

Nah man.

FIRE PUPPET SHOWS.

It’s so twisted, man, this girl has the best dad ever wtf.

3 y.o. girl likes SO MUCH to draw things on the street with chalk.

LIKE LITERALLY SO MUCH IT’S RIDICULOUS SHE LOVES IT.

3 y.o. girl is joined by Papa Ardyn to draw lots of things with chalk on the street.

3 y.o. girl likes to draw daemons devouring people.

“That’s such a gorgeous Ariadne, baby girl!”

“Yah, but you the prettiest daemon, papa”

Ardyn is crying happy tears.

Papa Ardyn and 3 y.o. are drawing Ifrit murdering everyone on Eos, at the porch.

It’s not their porch.

Lmao they’re drawing traumatic kid chalk drawings on everybody’s porches when they’re not looking.

3 y.o. girl likes to have tea parties.

3 y.o. girl is joined in tea parties by papa Ardyn.

There’s skyscrapper-tall Ardyn again sat at a kid sized chair wearing a pink flowery hat having a tea party with little Izunia and her plush toys.

He’s loving it, tbh.

Evil dad with his evil daughter, as an adorable mess. Evil + evil = maximum fluff.

Let them be evily happy together. (っ˘ω˘ς )

Here’s Papa Ardyn.