#It could be as simple as a name change (Hi Dallas)

[thewriterg]

𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐲

pairing(s); dallas winston x gn!reader, mention of curtis gang

summary; Dallas Winston was in simple terms the love of your life but you refused to put up with anything less of what you deserved and he figured it out quick enough for him to fix it —flufftober day; 2–

word count; 600+

request; dallas winston x reader who does NOT put up with his bullshit💀🙏🏽 she will teach that mf a lesson if he tries to mouth off to her too🗣️ — @jokersscarrd

warning(s); mention of arguing, reader rather be caught dead then kissing dallys ass, fluff, kisses, and language

playlist; My love mine all mine by Mitski

A/n;—GIFs; @omegaponyboycurtis— killing two birds with one stone with a request

The crisp air of Tulsa flew against the current of your body the color changing leaves crunched under you boots holding yourself under the worn leather jacket that wasn’t yours taking in a breath of humidity before taking a seat on the bench the worn wools groaning at your weight you’d admit that your body temperature was cooler than your nerves were

it was a fact that Dallas Winston was the burner to your simmering pot

You huffed roughly into the cool air fog following after your breath you pulled a smoke from the box that came from the inside breast pocket of the jacket that smelled of smoke, pine, and the fading of stale beer

You took the lighter from the pocket of your jeans letting your thumb roll over the striker wheel just for it to not give a lick of a spark causing you to ‘curse real good at it’ as Ponyboy would say

“Need a light Y/l/n?” You whipped your head around to the location of the voice your blood simmering like the apple filling before being put in a pie crust

You were up from your seated position on the bench walking away from the juvenile listening to his leaf crunching steps behind you calling out your name in a obnoxious, disruptive, way that he knew you hated

Suddenly his hold was on your wrist in a firm grip and your palm stung against his pale cheek a faint making already appearing as the slapping noise carried through the winds with an echo that you couldn’t quite feel sorry for

“Now listen to me Dallas, I’d rather drop dead than kiss your feet and shake like a leaf at drop of your name. I’m not Buck, or Ponyboy, or Slyvia, or any punk to beat on you savy?” You hissed the words dripping like venom from your tongue and teeth and after a brief moment of Dally visibly fighting his pride and his attraction to you in the current moment he’d finally kissed his teeth a small smirk forming against his lips

“You got it doll” The hood put his hands up in mock surrender as you rolled your eyes his arms slithering around your waist to pull you into his front where you were inches apart no avail for personal space

“You f’give me babe?” You could picture the smirk on his sharp face as he leaned his head into your neck nibbling against your skin while in response you just hummed in return

“Yeah, you mouth off to me again and I’ll do more than give you a slap” You threatened no room for a joke in your voice as the brunette finally lifted from your jugular wrapping an arm around your shoulder protectively forcing you to a few steps before you started walking on your own

That day you walked through the park and took the long way home and the stinging against Dally’s cheek that you would’ve been dead for if it wasn’t you was something he’d remember you by

©2023 thewriterg spooktober do not copy, translate, or modify.

[sojourner-between-worlds]

I don't understand why The Chosen version of Jesus seems to hate crowdfunding, which is ironic since Dallas uses crowdfunding to fund the show. I'd understand it if The Chosen Jesus had doubts about using crowdfunding, but he actively seems to hate it and even shuts down his money guy every time the money guy tries to discuss funding with Jesus. This just seems hypocritical coming from writers who definitely would embrace the money guy's ideas.

Well, the simple reason (that maybe could have been conveyed better) is that, historically speaking, every "rouge" preacher took up a collection to fund their ministry. Biblically speaking, there is no evidence of Jesus taking up a collection so why would the Chosen writers chose to have Him do so? (He and Peter paid their temple tax via miraculous-coin-in-a-fish's-mouth, for example. Clearly they were not well off if they didn't even have enough for that.) Why was His ministry not supported by collections like everyone else? Both to set Himself apart and to keep people from thinking they had to pay to hear Him preach. Salvation is free, so was His teaching and miracles.

What we do know is that wealthy women, like Joanna, contributed what they had, and this is what the Chosen shows. Considering how many times you've come into my inbox and yelled about them changing minor details, I'm surprised you're not happy about them keeping this aspect 100% biblical. That's the only ironic thing here.

(Love that you call Judas "the money guy" by the way when he has a name. His name is Judas.)

[trulybetty]

dec' x 27 - reunions

Prompt: reunions Pairing: sequins!joel x reader Word Count: 1,129 Warnings: none, just some fluff, maybe a hint of angst? Summary: Joel making the trek through arrivals to come see you (running out of steam, this is the most descriptive it's going to get lol). AO3: Linked

x. masterlist

Joel grumbled to himself as his boots echoed dully off of the plane and onto the boarding bridge, giving the air hostess a silent nod of thanks. Hitching his carry-on higher up onto his shoulder, he stifled a yawn. The plane had left Austin late at gone seven earlier that evening, but with an hour layover in Dallas and the time change, it was now gone midnight. It’d already been a gruelling day, and this late-night flight on top of it making the last five hours feel twice as long, had him wrestling with doubts if the strain of whatever this long-distance thing between you was sustainable.

He was already on a tight schedule, one that the unplanned layover had already eaten into. The downside of picking a flight based on its price as opposed to its convenience. He had less than 48 hours before he had to be back in Austin to pick up Sarah from her mother's. The switch of weekends wasn’t as easy to negotiate with his ex as it had been with Sarah, which further added to the pressure of knowing that every minute away counted.

So with his carry-on on his shoulder, he was grateful waiting for luggage wouldn’t be another delay as he watched weary travellers heading to an empty carousel to wait for their belongings to come through.

As he walked through the quiet terminal, the echo of the handful of passengers he’d departed with bounced off the walls reminding him of the early hour of the morning. The glare of the artificial light bouncing off of the polished concrete was starting to irritate the headache that was starting to nascent.

There were so many of these precious moments snatched between both of your schedules, the odd weekend here, maybe a week squeaked in but the other would be working. He pulled his cap down a little further on his head and tried to ignore the list of things he had to do in the small window when he returned home, and that was before the week could even begin. On top of that, Christmas was fast approaching and it was his ex’s turn to have Sarah, so she already had a small list of things she wanted to do with both him and Tommy that made him more tired to think about. He couldn’t help but wonder if all this effort was worth it. Was all of this enough to sustain whatever it was between the two of you?

Following the signs for arrivals, Joel tried to focus on getting through to the other side and the prospect of a warm bed and sleep. He stopped only momentarily to awkwardly take a picture on his phone of the artwork that took up centre stage between the shuttered stores and the brief formality of making his arrival in the state official. 

And then, as he stepped through the sliding doors into the arrivals area, there you were. Despite it being gone one am at that point, the harsh fluorescent lights of the nearly empty airport couldn't dim your smile the moment you laid eyes on him. It was also then that he noticed the homemade sign you were holding, his name scrawled across it in bold letters. The modpodge of glitter and stickers, and enough experience with artwork from Sarah, told him that perhaps you’d had help putting it together from smaller hands. But, somehow, that simple piece of cardboard in your hands made his heart swell.

The sight of you, so alert and eagerly waiting just for him, dissolved all of his lingering uncertainties. The list of reasons he had mentally compiled about why this relationship might be too challenging, too demanding, too impractical, all just faded into insignificance. 

Forgotten. 

You were there, with sleepy yet shining eyes and a smile that could light up the darkest night, making every cramped flight and travel nuisances feel utterly trivial.

With every step he took towards you, Joel's pace quickened, fueled by the realization that, yes, it was all worth it. Every precious minute he got to spend in your presence was invaluable, no matter how quickly time might slip away. The weariness that had been weighing on his body seemed to evaporate, replaced by a surge of adrenaline at the thought of the limited but incredibly meaningful time you were about to share.

When he finally reached you, words became superfluous. He simply wrapped you in his arms, the sign crumpling between you, and his kiss conveyed everything in the quiet of the airport. This moment, this connection, answered all his questions and dispelled every doubt. This feeling, being here with you, was what validated every mile traveled and every hour spent in the air. It was undeniably, irrevocably worth it.

In the embrace, you both stood, the rest of the world momentarily forgotten. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against yours, a rhythm that seemed to sync with your own. The exhaustion on his face was evident, yet there was an undeniable spark in his eyes.

“You look tired,” you whispered, your voice a soft murmur in the vastness of the empty terminal.

Joel chuckled lightly, his breath warm against your ear. “Worth it, though,” he replied, tightening his hold. 

In the embrace, you both stood silent for a moment, the world around you melting into a quiet backdrop. It was in these quiet hours, in the stillness of an almost empty airport, where the reality of your relationship truly sunk in. It wasn't just about overcoming the challenges of distance and time; it was about something deeper, something neither of you had fully experienced before, even in your past relationships.

“I missed you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Joel pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours in the dim airport light. “Missed you,” he admitted, his voice rough with emotion. 

It was a significant acknowledgment, considering his past with Sarah's mother and your history with your ex. This was all brand new territory for you both.

“It's worth it, though, right?” you asked, your voice laced with a mix of nervousness and excitement.

Joel's response was a smile that reached his eyes, a look of absolute certainty. “Yeah, it is,” he agreed softly.

Then, with a gentle yet firm pull, he threw his arm around your shoulder and planted a tender kiss on the top of your head as you both began to walk out of the airport. The gesture was protective, affectionate, and filled with unspoken promises of a future that, despite the hurdles, seemed brighter than ever. As you stepped out into the warm early morning air, there was a sense of beginning in every step, a new chapter waiting to be written together.

[ros64]

The conversation had left him with the unsettling image of his former stepmother, just as he had last seen her—disheveled and en déshabillé, yet as vibrant and radiant as ever. She probably wasn’t his stepmother anymore, but he had liked her. Later, it occurred to him that Claire-now-Fraser was still his stepmother… it was his father who had changed. Damn it. He clenched his teeth as he rummaged through the saddlebag for his canteen. That Scottish bastard had come back from his grave at the bottom of the ocean, throwing everyone and everything into utter chaos… Why hadn’t he just drowned, never to return? Never again.

“At baptism, you’re given a special papist name, and James is yours. And mine, too.”

He froze as if shot in the back. He hadn’t forgotten those words. The stables at Helwater, the warm scent of horses and animal feed, the straw tickling up his stockings. The cold stone floors. He had been crying… Why? All he remembered was a vast sense of desolation, absolute powerlessness. The end of the world. Mac leaving.

He inhaled slowly and pressed his lips together. Mac. The name didn’t bring any face to mind; he couldn’t remember what Mac had looked like. He was a big man, that much he knew. Bigger than Grandfather, bigger than all the footmen and the other grooms. Safety. A sense of constant happiness, like a soft, well-worn blanket.

“Shit,” he whispered, closing his eyes. And even that happiness had been a lie? Back then, he’d been too young to understand the difference between a groom’s deference to his young master and true kindness. And yet…

“‘Filthy papist,’” he murmured, breath catching as though he’d sobbed. “‘And your baptismal name is James.’”

“The only name I had the right to give you.”

He realized he was pressing his knuckles against his chest, against the gorget… but it wasn’t that kind of reassurance he was looking for. No, he wanted the small bumps of the simple wooden rosary he had worn around his neck for years, hidden beneath his shirt where no one could see it. The rosary Mac had given him… along with his name.

Suddenly, he felt his eyes grow wet. He was shocked. You left. You left me alone!

“Shit!” he shouted and struck the saddlebag with his fist, so hard the horse snorted and shied, while a searing pain shot up his arm, blotting out everything else.

La conversazione l’aveva lasciato con l’immagine inquietante della sua ex matrigna, così come l’aveva vista l’ultima volta, scarmigliata e en déshabillé, ma vitale e radiosa come mai. Probabilmente non era più la sua matrigna, ma gli era piaciuta. Dopo, gli venne in mente che Claire ora-Fraser era ancora la sua matrigna... era il padre a essere cambiato. Maledizione. Digrignò i denti, mentre frugava nella borsa da sella alla ricerca della borraccia. Quel bastardo di uno scozzese era tornato dalla sua tomba in fondo all’oceano, gettando tutti e tutto nello scompiglio più assoluto... Perché non era annegato per non tornare mai più? Mai più. «Al momento del battesimo ti viene dato uno speciale nome papista, e James è il tuo. E anche il mio.» Rimase pietrificato, come se gli avessero sparato alla schiena. Non aveva dimenticato quelle parole. Le stalle di Helwater, l’odore caldo di cavalli e del pastone per animali, la paglia che gli saliva lungo le calze facendogli il solletico. I freddi pavimenti di pietra. Lui piangeva... Perché? Tutto quello che ricordava era un enorme senso di desolazione, l’assoluta impotenza. La fine del mondo. Mac che se ne andava. Inspirò, lentamente, e serrò le labbra. Mac. Il nome non gli riportò nessun volto; non ricordava le sembianze di Mac. Era un omone grande e grosso, questo solo ricordava. Più grosso del Nonno, di tutti i camerieri e degli altri staffieri. Sicurezza. Un senso di felicità costante, come una coperta morbida e consumata. «Merda», sussurrò, chiudendo gli occhi. E anche quella felicità era stata una bugia? Allora era troppo giovane per comprendere la differenza tra la deferenza di uno staffiere verso il suo giovane signore, e la vera gentilezza. Eppure... «‘Schifoso papista’», mormorò, e gli mancò il fiato come se avesse singhiozzato. «‘E il tuo nome di battesimo è James.’» «L’unico nome che avessi il diritto di darti.» Si rese conto che stava premendo le nocche contro il petto, contro la gorgiera... ma non era una rassicurazione di quel genere che stava cercando. No, voleva quella delle piccole protuberanze del semplice rosario di legno che aveva portato al collo per anni, nascosto sotto la camicia, dove nessuno poteva vederlo. Il rosario che gli aveva dato Mac... insieme con il suo nome. All’improvviso sentì gli occhi umidi. Rimase scioccato. Te ne andasti. Mi lasciasti solo! «Merda!» esclamò, e mollò un pugno alla borsa da sella, con tanta forza che il cavallo sbuffò e fece uno scarto, mentre una fitta lacerante gli saliva lungo il braccio, cancellando tutto il resto.

[doobs]

May we have Dallas quotes? He is my fave vent crawling fella out there

I don't know about you but that statement makes Dallas seem very sus... 🤔

EDIT: I ACCIDENTALLY DIDNT CHANGE THE NAME OF ONE OF THEM AND IT SAID AHSOKA INSTEAD OF DALLAS LOL IM SO SORRY

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Brett: We've been conducting an ongoing study to see what Dallas will and will not eat.

Lambert: Grass? Yes!

Brett: Moss? Right.

Lambert: Leaves? Ohh, yes!

Brett: Shoelaces? Strange, but yes.

Lambert: Worms? Sometimes!

Brett: Rocks? Usually nah.

Lambert: Twigs? Usually!

Brett: Ripley's cooking? Inconclusive!

Kane: How did you... test this?

Lambert: You just hand him stuff, say 'eat this', and if he eats it, he eats it.

Kane: ...I'm oddly disturbed and concerned for Dallas' wellbeing.

Parker: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SHOELACES WENT??

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Parker: Guess what I'm about to get?

Dallas, under his breath: ...on my nerves.

Parker: LAI-

ripley has hit parker in the head with a flamethrower

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Dallas: Tired of just deserving better. Gotta start taking it by force.

meanwhile crawling through a vent with an alien in it

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Ripley: You have friends, and... I envy that.

Dallas: You're welcome to share my friends.

Ripley: *looks at Parker and Lambert*

Ripley: I don't want those.

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Lambert: So, what’s Ripley's type?

Dallas: Blue eyes, kind, oblivious, good sense of humor, turtle lover.

Lambert: Sounds kind of like me. Too bad we’re just friends.

Dallas: Did I mention oblivious?

Lambert: Yeah, why?

Dallas: Okay, just making sure.

two weeks later, lambert laying in bed: oh my GO-

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Dallas: I wish I was a cat, but not in a furry kinda way, more like a "I can sleep all day and hit people with no consequences" kinda way.

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Ash: Is it still visible? Where Ripley slapped me?

Lambert: Your face looks like a don't walk signal.

Parker: Your face looks like a photo negative for the hamburger helper box.

Dallas: A palm reader could tell Ripley's future by looking at your face.

Brett: The phrase 'talk to the hand cause the face ain't listening' doesn't work for you, because the hand is your face.

Ash: ...A simple 'yes' would've sufficed.

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happy 2024 :)

[taletheoldcrowtold]

Pride 2024 - Day 13

Movie: Rocketman

Made in: 2019 – Set in: 1950s – 1980s

Starring: Taron Egerton, Jamie Bell, Richard Madden, Bryce Dallas Howard, Steven Mackintosh, Kit Conner, Stephen Graham, Charlie Rowe

Rated R for: Drug use, sexual content, language, attempted suicide

A musical biopic following the life of Elton John from when he was a boy named Reginald Dwight to when he met Bernie Taupin and became a big star.

A story that shows how someone quiet and simple can be rocketed into drugs and glam by someone else. It’s a heartbreaking story that shows neglect of a more subtle kind and how it shapes someone in seemingly little ways. Also be sure to stick around for the credits where they show clips from the movie and compare them to the events/outfits they are based off (which I missed when I watched this with my mom).

Spoilers under Keep Reading Line

No one dies in the movie and it has an uplifting ending

Since biofics have a tendency to change facts and events for the sake of the story, and I don’t know Elton John enough to know what isn’t true, I’m just going to separate the film from reality and judge it as a movie. It’s a tragic story, showing a young Elton John being neglected by his father and emotionally abused by his mother. His one good person in his life is his grandmother, who always encourages him to follow his dreams. There is a lot of songs throughout the film but they tell a story when they show up (which is probably why they might be sung before they were historically written) and it’s nice to see them serve a purpose besides just having the singer stand on a stage and sing it. There were moments of surrealism, which I feel was the imagination of Elton John and they aren’t too strange that they stick out in the movie. It is sad to see the path of drugs and alcohol Elton goes down but looking at his childhood, it is almost expected as he has no real idea what is love and what is just tolerance. I liked the friendship between Elton and Bernie and thought the acting and singing was nicely done. And I liked toward the end when Elton, in his head, spoke to all the people in his life and stood up to those who hurt him. Then in the end hugging his child self, who never got such a gesture from his father.

Mom: If you are an Elton John fan, you’re in for a treat. The movie has a number of his more recognizable songs (“Rocketman”, “Tiny Dancer”, to name a couple) and could be classified more or less as a musical. A reoccurring theme with many of the people in the LGBTQ+ movies we have watched so far is that they each had at least one crappy, unloving parent (with the possible exception of Simon in Love Simon and Ellio in Call Me By Your Name) who make their childhood miserable. Elton John is no exception. Both of his parents criticized him and seemed to not be able to love him unconditionally. When he became famous and a multimillionaire, his mother seemed only interested in what he could give her monetarily and his father showed more love to the two sons of his second marriage than he’d ever shown toward Elton. One of the things I liked about the movie was when Elton said he was tired of having to be someone he wasn’t and told his parents he was not going to let them speak to him anymore with disrespect. The movie has an uplifting ending with a note that Elton was able to find someone who loved him properly, something his mother told him at one point he would never have.

[astro-b-o-y-d]

Me last night: Hmm, I really REALLY like stories where some jerk protagonist faces punishment for being a jerk by being stuck in a situation where they go through some form of unexpected transformation, and have to rely on the person/people they wronged for help/survival, and in turn develops morals as the story progresses.

Me at midnight, my eyes snapping wide open: EMPEROR’S NEW GROOVE...

[ivykim]

entry please!

masterlist // wattpad

summary: performing in front of a group of people was what ivy had trained herself to do but most of them were boys and so she was really flustered. have no fear though with the comfort of Aria, she could do it

ivy’s outfit: dalla dalla

ivy enters the hall with aria. she notices there were 4 other girl trainees there. already chatting with each other possibly with a few of the boy trainees. as they stepped in, everyone’s eyes fell onto her.

she felt the awkwardness already filling her bones. she was never one to start conversations. someone always had start it for her before she could warm up and talk to them.

“hey it’s okay, vivi. i’m here.” aria squeezes her hand. ivy smiles.

“thank you, unnie.”

-

— who are you?

“ah, well that’s simple to answer.” ivy clears her throat.

“hi, my name is ivy. I was born on december 15th 2001.”

— where were you born?

“oh, I was born in Los Angeles, USA. which makes me korean-american.”

— we’ve noticed you are really close with another fellow trainee, aria. tell us how do you know her

“well, me and aria unnie go wayyyy back. we were both neighbours who happened to share the same dream of becoming an idol.”

“aria unnie actually left to pursue her dreams earlier than me. somehow, we met again at the company and we’ve been training together ever since.”

-

through the crowd of eyes, she notices jay and heeseung. these 3 also go way back as they trained together and became extremely close. sometimes they’d have lunch together and have late night convenience store snacks.

ivy smiles, she drags aria over to where jay and heeseung were.

“jay.” ivy says.

jay smiles, “ivy noona.”

“please stop calling me noona, jay. I gave you the permission to just call me by my name.”

“yeah but you’re older than me and we are on live television.”

“well, that is very true…”

-

“ah? ivy knows jay?” zico tilts his head as he turns to look at bang pd.

“ivy, heeseung and jay have known each other for 5 years. they trained together. ivy is known as the killer gaze amongst the three of them. she frequently tops the evaluations alongside heeseung.” bang pd explains.

rain nods, “interesting. it seems like we have a possible candidate to look out for.”

-

“seungie.” ivy calls out.

“hi vivi.”

“i’m looking forward to your performance.” ivy says.

“thank you, good luck with yours.”

“ah right, this is a competition. let’s fight then.” she holds out her small fists. heeseung chuckles.

“vivi. it’s only the first episode, calm down. there is plenty of time for you and me to fight.” heeseung smirks.

-

— who is jay and heeseung to you, ivy?

“they are like my brothers. we’ve spent a total of 4-5 years being trainees and we’ve stuck to each other ever since. they are also like the light to my world. they’ve truly shown me everything.” ivy smiles.

— do you think you’ll be able to debut with them?

“yeah, i mean…it’s a great opportunity if that happens. i could also say it’s destiny because all of us came together here in I-LAND and well managed to debut together.”

-

the screen pops up with the host informing the instructions for the first round.

everyone would be voting for each other in the first round, including the mentors/judges. whoever does not make it, will be sent to ground. those who pass the first round, remain. everyone would then be allowed to enter the rooms and pick a bed.

ivy was nervous. she was constantly fidgeting, playing with her hands and even her teeth were chattering in anticipation. she felt like she could throw up any second now. by now, all the boys had gone already. it was her and aria’s turn now.

she stands up and shakes her arms and legs to remove the nervousness pilling up.

“fighting, noona!” jay yells. she puts on the mic set and gets into position. aria by her side and giving her a little high five before started their choreo.

the moment the song starts, her gaze changes.

everyone was mesmerised by her skills, how stable she was and how great her teamwork was with aria. it felt like a concert stage, everyone was shocked by her professionalism.

-

— how was aria and ivy’s performance to ‘dalla dalla’

youngbin: “they were amazing. we never expected them to choreograph a dance.”

ni-ki: “noona has a very good dancing flow and I admire that. i think she will definitely do great in other tests.”

nicholas: *he gives a thumbs up* “as expected from ivy.”

— how do you know ivy, nicholas?

“she has been the talk of many trainees when I joined the company. they say she constantly tops her monthly evaluation.” - nicholas

-

once ivy settles down, heeseung ruffles her hair.

“you did good, vivi.” he smiles.

“thank you, you did great as well, mr.boss.” ivy teases. heeseung playfully pushes her. they both laughed.

-

— what do you think about ivy?

bailey: “she’s really admirable and I want to be her friend!” bailey smiles, it’s like she was a puppy excitedly waiting for her owner so the editors added puppy ears and a wagging tail to her.

skye: “she’s so pretty and her dancing is phenomenal. I wish I could move like that.” skye pouts.

chaeyoung: “she’s okay. I feel like she is a little too much. a lot of eyes were on her since they were anticipating for her performance. I don’t really see the hype with her.” chaeyoung folds her arms.

yuqin: “me and chaeyoung talked about ivy unnie’s performance. I don’t really understand how she doesn’t enjoy unnie’s performance. ivy unnie is a machine! she dances and sings so well!”

-

unfortunately, a few of the I-LANDERs were sent to ground in the first episode. as for ivy and aria…

“wahhhh the place is so nice!!” ivy walks around the area. she gasps once she notices the pantry area. there were already snacks laying there.

she walks over to the rooms. each room had different vibes and well she notices something about one particular room.

“aria unnie?” ivy calls out. aria hums and goes over to her. “i think there are ghosts here.”

“what makes you say that, vivi?”

“well for one thing, there is a lady standing in that corner there. i can feel her presence. she feels about my age.”

“vivi, sometimes I really wish you didn’t have your ability to see ghosts.” aria shivers.

-

“surprise! i can see ghosts.” ivy smiles. the staff in the background gasp at her words. she tilts her head, confused why they were shocked she could see ghost.

is it not…normal?

— how did you get this ability?

“ah well, ever since young. my mom can see them too so I guess it’s been passed down genetically.”

“my dad is had also grown quite sensitive to these types of things. he can sometimes see them but he chooses to ignore them.”

-

she feels someone wrap their arms around her waist.

“hey.” she smiles at the voice.

“lee heeseung.” she turns around to face the boy. he smirks.

-

“oh? what is this kdrama moment.” rain says. bang pd laughs.

“that’s how those two are. they seem like a married couple don’t they?” bang pd says.

“not a married couple but a young couple that are very much in love.” zico says.

-

“you two really can’t keep your hands off each other for one second huh?” aria folds her arms.

“jealous, unnie?” ivy wraps her arm around heeseung’s waist. heeseung chuckles and ruffles her hair.

“very much.” aria huffs. ivy pouts and hugs aria.

“sorry, unnie.” ivy says.

“forgiven but you owe your dear babe some cuddles later on.”

“yes, unnie.” ivy salutes. aria laughs.

“let’s get out of this room. I hate it here.” ivy says.

“oh you feel it too?” heeseung says.

“yeah and you know me.”

“you can see and feel ghosts.” heeseung says.

“mhm and there is one in the corner over there so i’m not sleeping here tonight.” heeseung’s eyes widened.

“she doesn’t look too happy we are in her space so tell the i-landers that they shouldn’t sleep here tonight.”

“ivy.”

“yeah?”

“this is jungwon’s and daniel’s room.” heeseung says. ivy tilts her head before shrugging.

“she doesn’t like girls, i’m sure she wouldn’t mess with the kids.” she pats heeseung’s back.

“she likes you by the way.”

she goes to whisper, “she thinks you’re hot.”

ivy snickers before leaving the area with aria.

heeseung blushes.

is it the ghost or you, ivy? do you think I’m hot? – lhs thoughts

[angryschnauzer]

Distraction

Summary: As a junior CIA agent you are added to a mission to help with scientific analysis, but when half the team are hospitalised you have to suddenly become a hands on field agent, alongside August Walker and Will Shaw. When the final part of the mission at a tropical plant glass house has an unexpected side affect, you have to work as a team to survive the night.

Pairing: August Walker x Female Reader x Will Shaw Fandoms: Mission Impossible: Fallout (Movie), The Cold Light of Day (Movie), Henry Cavill - Actor.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Sex Pollen, Threesome, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Sex, Blowjob, Cum Play, Double Penetration, Anal Sex.

A/N: This is my first time writing the Sex Pollen trope, so i hope you like it. Fic is unbeta’d; only the finest free range organic typos for me. I do not run a tag list, but if you follow @angryschnauzerwrites​ and put that blog onto notifications, you will then get an alert when i post something new.

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 Distraction

 If there had been someone narrating a movie of this mission, the first line would have been ‘it was a simple mission’. However, they would have been lying. The mission was far from simple, it was convoluted, complicated, and the team fucking hated each other.

 The team were scheduled to arrive via two flights, from opposite directions of the globe as not to arouse suspicions that a large team would do if anyone was picked up on facial recognition. You had been brought on board because of your scientific and tech background, and as the team were tasked with retrieving the formula for the most dangerous biological weapon in the world, you were the one that would check they had the right thumb drive before the mission was able to be called a success. There would be multiple extraction points, numerous undercover assignments that would all lead to the final extraction at the gala dinner.

 That was the plan. What actually happened was the half of the team coming in from Dallas ended up with severe food poisoning and were currently being hospitalised in a local treatment facility. That left just your half of the team, and the senior agent now in charge was none too happy about it;

 “I’ve got a fucking chemistry nerd and a number cruncher for a hands on mission that requires multiple scenes where infiltration and distraction are needed, and neither of you have any fucking field work!”

 August Walker hated everyone and made sure he did everything he could so that everyone hated him in return. The other member of the team quietly ground his teeth, Walker never once let him forget that he came into this agency completely by accident following a rogue faction and a situation that started with the death of his CIA Agent father, and resulted in smashing up half of Madrid’s traffic in a 24 hour long series of car chases;

 “I was a stockbroker, and i didn’t hear anyone complaining when i discovered the currency discrepancies that found us the targets insider trading”

 Will Shaw was so similar yet so different to Walker it was startling, you even thought they looked similar enough to be long lost brothers, but never dared to mention it.

 The hotel suite had all the facilities you needed to set up a small command post, with enough counter space to set up the laptops and work-stations, whilst not getting under each other's feet. However it was still small enough for the two men to continually bicker and make snide remarks at each other, and you had to push the earpiece of your surveillance equipment closer to your ear to hear, finally you heard what you needed to, holding your hand up and clicking your fingers at the two men who immediately silenced and crossed the room;

 “They’re going to be at the MMA Gym in thirty minutes”

 “Okay” Walker huffed; “We need to extract the codes from his device that will give us access for the holding location. You and Shaw take the gym and cause the distraction, i’ll get the codes”

 Will shook his head;

 “Not gonna work”

 “It's not?” you were surprised

 “The gym is men only, the only women are administration and janitorial”

 “That’s fucking antiquated” August spat out in disgust.

 You had to hide the smirk that tugged at the corner of your mouth, that August Walker of all people would be an advocate for equal rights, but nonetheless started to prepare for the first distraction.

 -

 Walker and Shaw had entered the building separately but within 5 minutes of each other, signing in under false names and keeping it simple and silent as they started training on the weights and cardio machines in the gym. You had already entered through the basement deliveries door which you’d been able to pick the lock of, finding a staff uniform t-shirt in the storeroom and pulling it on over your top. You could hear both men through their hidden comms, and within a couple of minutes pretending to sort out a cleaning kart that you knew the morning crew had finished with, you heard the code word that the target had entered the weights room.

 Seconds later you were tentatively pushing the door to the locker room open, calling out;

 “Housekeeping!”

 You had no idea if they called themselves housekeeping or janitorial staff or whatever, but when you didn’t get a reply you quickly entered the room and did what needed to be done. 

 Through your ear piece you could hear the first stage of the distraction starting, with your two fellow agents starting to challenge the other to out lift each other, and from the muffled background noise you could tell that they were drawing a crowd of onlookers.

 Tapping your comms you alerted Walker and Shaw that you’d been successful, and that it was time for them to leave. But as you got no response you quickly made your way out of the locker room through the other exit, only to find yourself in a glass walled corridor, the gym on the other side of the glass. What surprised you however was that there was now a huge crowd of spectators as they watched your two agents try to pull out more reps on the bicep curl machine. Scowling you grabbed a cloth and bottle of spray cleaner and squirted the glass, glaring at the two of them before they finally saw you;

 “Its time to go, dumbasses. Finish the contest. I’ll be in the car in the street behind the building”

 -

 Pushing through the door of the hotel suite you scrunched your nose as Will pushed past you, August not far behind;

 “You two need a shower… did you really need to get that sweaty?”

 “Well… you wanted the distraction to look convincing, didn’t you?” Will shot back, stripping his t-shirt off, already halfway to the bathroom.

 A quiet cough behind you drew your attention away from Will’s sculpted back muscles;

 “When you’re done staring at Shaw…”

 “I...I wasn’t stare…”

 “Whatever sweetheart, either way; you two need to change”

 Looking down at your outfit you pulled at the gym t-shirt;

 “Yeah, i can just find a utility shirt or something…”

 “No, you’re front of house with me. Will’s taking the extraction of the thumb drive”

 “But...I didn’t bring an outfit…”

 August nodded to a pile of bags in the corner of the room from the agents that hadn’t made it to the mission but their luggage had;

 “So check Marianne’s, she is about the same size as you. Either way its you and me sweetheart, now get dolled up, you can’t go to a gala looking like that”

 -

 Twenty minutes later you took a deep breath; you’d found Marianne’s bag and had found that although she was a similar size to you, it was one size smaller. She also had a completely different taste and style to makeup and you were now way out of your comfort zone. The red lipstick however seemed to work, a touch of gold bronzing powder across your shoulders and chest made the red silk dress really work for you. Adjusting the straps so they sat over the top of your bra, the pretty floral pattern hopefully not too noticeably jarring against the sultry silk. Taking a deep breath you stepped out of the small dressing room and came face to face with Will;

 “Oh hey” he looked you up and down before clearing his throat; “Looks good”

 “Yeah?” you smoothed the dress down over your stomach

 “I mean… the bra kinda takes away from the look… but yeah, it looks really good”

 “I...I didn’t have anything suitable for a gala, this is Marianne’s… from her bag…”

 Will stood in front of you, reaching his hand around your back and with a quick snap of his fingers he’d unfastened your bra;

 “It really will look better without the bra… trust me…”

 Without another word he turned and crossed the room, pulling his tie from his bag, fastening it as August emerged from the other room;

 “Agent. Bra off, now”

 Shimmying the offending garment down your arms you pulled it out of your dress as he crossed the room;

 “I don’t see why…”

 “Because the people at this gala have got so much money they flaunt what they’ve got. You’ve got to fit in” He held his finger out and you hooked it over the protruding digit.

 “We’d better get going… the gala is about to start”

 With a nod August grabbed the keys to the BMW you’d been assigned and tossed them to Will; he was taking on the role of Driver and Bodyguard to your’s and August’s ‘couple’, the three of you filed out of the room and into the elevator.

 The ride down the highrise hotel was slow, and you could feel both men’s eyes on you as they stood behind you, before the doors finally opened to the basement parking. You struggled to keep up with them as they strode out with their long legs, the heels of your stiletto sandals clicking on the cement. Finally as you reached the car you were surprised as August opened the door for you, not uttering a word as he watched you climb in before he rounded the car and slid into the back seat beside you.

 You’d barely had time to fasten your seatbelt before Will was peeling out of the hotel parking with a squeal of tyres and you were heading to your destination.

 “Panties, off” August’s words surprised you

 “W-WHAT?!”

 “Panties. Take them off”

 “Agent Walker…”

 “They dig into the meat of your hips and take the attention away from the sexiness of the dress. You need to fit in tonight”

 “B-b-but…” you attempted to stall, but without another word August pulled your knees towards him and slid his hands beneath your dress. He grasped the thin elastic straps that ran over your hips and pulled hard, snapping the fragile pieces of fabric and pulling the now ruined undergarments. Glancing at Will he had a brief smirk on his face but quickly looked away, concentrating on the road ahead. 

 -

 The gala was amazing, and it was hard not to get absorbed into the evening as if you were a real guest. You could hear everything through the hidden comms units in your ears, and apart from the occasional grunt as Will silently passed the guards as he made his way further into the underground chambers that ran below the massive glasshouse the gala was in, it seemed to all be going exactly to plan. The host had announced for everyone to celebrate, and you had found yourselves being swept onto the dancefloor, and suddenly you were in August’s arms as he held you close, the music thankfully loud enough to drown out your conversation from the ears of others;

 “Do you think he’s getting on ok?”

 “He’d say if he wasn’t” August assured you as he moved in time to the music, his hand on your lower back pulling you closer to his body. At that very moment you both heard a guttural cry through the comms, your eyes wide in panic as he grabbed your hand and you quickly made your way through the crowd;

 “Shaw, come in… are you ok?”

 You heard gurgling on the comms and watched as August pulled out his phone and activated the trackers that you all wore, the two of you coming up together on screen, but the third - Will’s - showing as on the level below and not moving.

 -

 The stairs had been hell in your heels, eventually you’d kicked them off and had run barefoot behind August, chasing him around corners and along corridors, before he’d finally come to a halt in front of a sealed door, his phone showing that Will was in the room behind it.

 “Stand back”

 You took a couple of steps back and watched as August kicked the door, the deafening bang as it broke from its hinges and splintered in was immediately forgotten as a sudden rush of air came out of the room, covering him in a dusting of strange grey-pinkish powder. He fell to the floor coughing and you rushed to his side;

 “Check on Shaw! I’m fine!”

 Quickly entering the room you looked around, finally seeing Will laying on the floor, he too was covered in the powder. Kneeling at his side you checked his pulse, relieved to find one as he opened his eyes and groaned.

 “What happened? Are you ok?”

 “Stop fussing, i’m fine… we gotta get out of here. Security will be on their way…”

 At that moment August appeared at your side;

 “Did you get it?”

 “Yeah, i got it”

 Will held out the thumb drive and pushed it into your hand as August pulled him to his feet, and they attempted to dust themselves off as the three of you staggered down the hallway and out of the fire exit.

 -

 Pushing into the hotel room, both Will and August had already shed the majority of their clothing, now dressed in just their smart dress pants and under shirts, still coughing from the dust cloud that lingered in their airways. You’d run the briefest of tests with the tiny blood monitor that you’d kept in the car to ensure it wasn’t a known nerve agent or poison before you’d even left the extraction point, thankfully the results being negative, but both men needed to wash off whatever it was as soon as possible. But first, you needed a proper sample;

 “Agent Shaw, i need to take some blood, hair and saliva, run it through the test software, to see if whatever it was has synthesised into your bloodstream” you nodded to the small scientific station you’d set up at the end of the table, the case having contained tiny gadgets that amounted to a microscope, a mass spectrometer, and other testing equipment… the whole point of why you in particular had been placed on this mission.

 A minute later you’d collected the samples, trying hard not to get flustered as Will had stood in front of you bare chested and in just his underwear, heat radiating from his body;

 “So what do you think it is?”

 “I have no idea”

 “Well i’m burning up, i need to take a shower”

 Quickly loading the samples into the rapid mass spectrometer you turned to Agent Walker to check his vitals and let out a tiny squeak of surprise when you saw him sitting on the edge of the bed in just his underwear. His chest was flushed and he had a sheen of sweat over his entire body;

 “I guess i’m next?”

 Pressing your hand to his forehead you could feel he was burning up;

 “I’m going to check your temperature first”

 Quickly using the thermal reader you could see that his core temp was heading towards fever;

 “I’m going to take the samples then as soon as Will is out of the shower you need to get in there”

 “Yes Ma’am” he chuckled, closing his eyes as you pushed your fingers through his hair to pluck a sample strand. The powder had caught in the strands and it was only as you combed your fingers through the dark locks did you realise he had soft curls. As you tried to separate them he let out a groan as you stroked his scalp. He swayed a little even though he was sitting down, and before you could do anything his hands were on your hips to steady himself, the heat almost searing through the silk of your dress. 

 Finally having got all the samples you needed you reluctantly pulled away, not saying a word as he simply flopped back onto the bed with a smirk on his face. You busied yourself preparing the test samples from Agent Walker, the machine finishing with Shaw’s. You were vaguely aware of the shower being turned off and the men moving around the room, before the shower was on again and you presumed it was August in there.

 Peering at the saliva samples through the microscope you frowned, the particles present completely organic and very familiar.

 “So what is the diagnosis Doc?”

 Will’s voice surprised you, and as you jumped and turned your eyes went wide when you saw he was in just a towel, tied low on his waist as he drank from a bottle of water.

 “Y-You don’t want to put some clothes on?”

 He looked down at himself, almost surprised to find he was only wearing a towel and shrugged;

 “No point, the way i’m burning up i’ll be naked soon” he nodded to the screen; “So?”

 Turning your attention back to the screen you swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry;

 “Well… it seems organic, spores of some kind. Its hard to tell what they are from, but their chemical make-up is unique. The only time i’ve seen anything similar is in isolated microclimates that are cut off from the rest of nature… there was this one… in a volcano… a pollen from a plant that grew in tropical climates…” you trailed off as you sensed another presence now flanking your other side, glancing away from the microscope, taking in the sight of August in an identical outfit to Will, his broad expanse of chest at eye level as he bent down to look into the microscope.

 “Hmmn… so, how’s it gonna affect us? The gala was in a fucking giant greenhouse; you saw the plants they were growing there, some of them were 20ft tall and looked like they’d come from another planet. Do we need to pop an antihistamine or something, what’s it gonna do?”

 Standing you quickly slid out from between the two barely dressed men, checking the mass spectrometer and frowning;

 “It seems to be elevating your testosterone levels…” you peered at the saliva results; “...and pheromones… your bodies are heating up where your body is fighting against the pollen, its affecting all your hormones...”

 “Pheromones…” Will mused; “... that’s the sex hormones, right?”

 “Urrr…” you faltered, looking up at the two men who were now looking at you like hungry wolves.

 August stepped closer;

 “Sweetheart, i think you’d better get yourself tested too…” he paused, his finger hooking beneath the thin strap of your dress, making you acutely aware you were completely naked beneath it; “... cos’ i could smell you from across the room… and you smell so sweet right now…”

 You went to take a step back, only to bump into the hard expanse of Will’s naked chest, his hand curling around your arm;

 “C’mon, lets get you tested…”

 You were suddenly putty in their hands, your head swimming and it was only then that you realised you were burning up. It felt like you had a core of lava within you, and the only thing you could liken it to was a hot flash, your body flushed with heat. You recalled the time you’d overheard a much older agent talking to her friends, unaware you had been in the room and she’d spilled the beans on how she would recover from an episode and calm her hormones down... with the help of her husband.

 As your head had been swirling, Will had taken your blood sample and had loaded it into the mass spectrometer, having watched as you’d shown him before the mission. But you could barely concentrate;

 “I...I know how to counteract the affects of the pollen…” you panted out, unsteady on your feet as you swayed and August caught you in his arms

 “Oh yes?”

 “En… Endorphins… they counteract… they burn off the pheromones…”

 You felt hot breath on the back of your neck as Will pressed against you;

 “I’m not a scientist, but i know how to create endorphins…” 

 His lips made contact with your neck and you turned to jelly, your head resting against his shoulder and your eyelids drooping, barely open, yet you had enough of your senses to be aware of August in front of you, pulling the straps of your dress down your arms, you pliable in his hands as he stripped you of your only remaining garment, pressing his lips to your over heated skin as went as the silk pooled at your feet;

 “So beautiful…”

 “Absolutely” Will agreed from behind, his lips grazing over your jawline as his arms reached around you and cupped your tender breasts; “We need to work as a team to get through this… what are the hazards of hot flashes then Doc?”

 “Y-Y-You can over heat your brain… your heart could give out…”

 “Uh-huh… and endorphins will help stop this?” August enquired, his breath hot on your naked chest

 “Y-yeah…”

 That was the last word spoken for a very long time. From that point on the only sounds in the room were hums of pleasure combined with the carnal soundtrack of three bodies moving towards the inevitable. By the time you got to the bed both men had lost their towels, hard naked bodies pressed against your soft curves, sculpted hard muscle available everywhere you touched, and oh did you touch… and caress and stroke, the second you’d reciprocated their affections they had softened to your touch, sighs of pleasure as your fingertips gave them just the slightest relief.

 You found yourself sandwiched between the two men on the soft covers of the king-size bed, each taking turns to capture your lips for searing kisses, each having their own unique talent and style with their tongues. When you were deep in August’s embrace you felt Will move down the bed, his hands pulling your legs apart before he pressed kisses up your inner thighs and his mouth made contact with your soaked folds. The cry of pleasure that erupted from your mouth broke the kiss, yet August didn’t seem to mind as your hand had found its way to being wrapped around his weeping shaft, tugging him sloppily as you struggled to concentrate;

 “That’s it Sweetheart, you don’t need to be gentle… i like it rough…”

 You tried to answer, but Will’s tongue had found your soaked entrance as his hand curled around your thigh and sought out your clit, the pleasure he was giving you was too intense to allow you to form coherent words. August claimed your lips again for another searing kiss, humming his appreciation as you worked your hand over his heated flesh.

 Before you knew it you were coming hard, your orgasm tearing through your body as you ground your core against Will’s face, his eyes sparkling from between your thighs, and as you were floating on the high of the afterglow you could feel the two men moving you, adjusting you to suit their needs.

 On all fours on the bed you were faced with August’s dick, opening your mouth instinctively to take him deep, the heavy weight on your tongue a welcome feeling. Saliva spilled from the corners of your mouth as you struggled to stretch around his girth. At the same time you felt Will’s powerful thighs pressing against the back of your own, the velvet touch of his bulbous crown pressing to your still trembling hole before with a grunt he thrust into your soft body.

 There were only grunts and gasps of pleasure, the two men rocking your body between them as they defiled you in the basest of ways, but that you were eager to participate in, the mixing of pheromones in the room removing your inhibitions, knowing that it was an act of survival. You could feel your body climbing again, your orgasm imminent. You felt the first salty tang of August’s seed on your tongue, the tensing of his muscles as his body prepared to release into the welcome warmth of your mouth. His massive hand cupped your chin and pulled your head up to look him in the eye as he finally reached his peak, grunting curses as he pumped thick ropes over your tongue, raining praise upon you as you swallowed everything he gave you. 

 August fell back onto the pillows, but before you could let gravity take hold of you too Will wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you upright until you were pressed against his chest, his hips thrusting as he filled you so deliciously from behind. Through lust soaked gaze you watched August watching the pair of you as you fucked in front of him, his eyes travelling down your heated body until he was watching where your bodies were joined, how Will’s thick cock stretched you out so well.

 “Get your finger on her clit Shaw, i wanna watch you make her come undone”

 Doing as the senior agent instructed, Will snaked a hand down your stomach, rubbing tight firm circles against your sensitive bud as he continued to fill you, until you were shaking, hanging onto the precipice of pleasure and that final flick of his finger was enough to set off another orgasm. 

 The vice-like grip of your velvet walls was the final trigger for Will, and with a sin filled groan he pushed in one last time and you could feel him spilling deep inside you.

 Finally he pulled out, carefully setting you down onto the soft bedcovers. Your eyelids felt heavy, but the burning deep in your body seemed to be sated. You felt the men moving around the bed, a large hand cupping the back of your neck before lifting you from the bed a little;

 “Drink…”

 Opening your eyes, you watched as August lifted a water bottle to your lips, making sure you gulped down the chilled water before pulling away;

 “How… how are you guys feeling?”

 He turned and sat on the bed beside you, his finger trailing down your neck and between your breasts, and only then could you see the sheen as his skin glistened with sweat, a droplet running down his abdomen to where his cock stood hard and proud from a thatch of dark curls;

 “Not… not quite done yet…”

 Gently pushing you back down onto the bed he tossed the empty bottle aside before crawling atop of you, capturing your mouth with his as you felt the nudge of his hardened dick breach your body, his wide expanse of chest pressing you to the bed. He didn’t start out gentle and it only got rougher, ploughing into your body as he sought to relieve the effects of the pollen coursing through his veins like fire, burning within him until all that was left was red hot embers of passion. Your body writhed beneath him, begging for more, eagerly taking whatever he could give.

 He hit spots you didn’t know existed, your back arching with pleasure as he filled you, your hardened nipples almost too sensitive from his chest hair roughly rubbing against them, the stimulation almost too much until the levy broke and you came hard, your fingers digging into his back to leave dark welts, the pain his trigger for the final thrust as he pumped you full of his seed. 

 Finally he rolled off you, laying at your side as your chests heaved, struggling to catch your breath when you felt another hand grasp at your wrist;

 “Babe… please… i need you…”

 Looking to Will you saw a pained look on his face as he sat partially propped up against the pillows, his chest soaked and his dick standing hard and proud;

 “Please…” he begged.

 Somehow you found the energy to move, your body still shaking but yet you straddled his lap, pushing his sweat soaked curls from his face;

 “It’s going to be ok Will, i’ll take care of you… its ok…”

 You sank down onto his waiting body, taking him where August had been only a minute before, the comingled seed lubricating you as this new angle found yet more pleasure points that had remained undiscovered until then. Wills hands moved to your hips, his grip tight as he gritted his teeth and moved you on his lap, rocking you to ride him like a rodeo stallion. Sweat dripped down your body, rivulets running between your breasts as you threw your head back and basked in the flood of pleasure chemicals soaking your brain. The haze of lust clouding time and space as you came to another orgasm, Will filling you with another load of his thick cum, your cries of pleasure finally ebbing away as you collapsed on his heaving chest, his hands stroking your back whilst your bodies stayed joined.

 A pair of strong arms lifted you off of Will and set you down on the mattress, August’s dark smile haunting over you as he parted your legs and kissed down your thigh, before with a smirk he bit the soft flesh. It wasn’t enough to break the skin but the pleasure pain receptors in your mind were immediately set off again, and you knew that even if you couldn’t see the mark you’d feel it for days to come. He lifted your legs and parted them, his face at your centre, yet where his tongue ended up you let out a squeak of surprise as he circled your back entrance. 

 “Oh, OH… August…”

 “Mmmnnfff” was all that could be heard as he pushed his tongue at your asshole, his thumb pressing against your clit as he worked you open, your body deceiving you as a fierce orgasm washed over you almost immediately. When he pulled away he had a smug look on his face;

 “Thought as much… hold tight…”

 He quickly disappeared to the bathroom, before returning with a small bottle in his hand. Pouring some of the liquid contained within on his fingers, he worked the oil over your skin before pushing his thick finger into your ass, eagerly praising you as he worked your body until you were ready.

 “Walker… hurry up and fuck her… i’m burning up here, i need another round…” Will gasped out as August moved you.

 “C’mere then Shaw, we’re never gonna get this out of our systems if we have to wait to take turns…”

 Even through the haze of the pollen Will immediately got what August was saying, the pair of them pulling you from the bed before Will took you into his arms;

 “Jump…”

 With a surprising amount of strength Will pulled you up, your legs hooked over his forearms as he angled his hips to push his dick back into your cum soaked cunt, letting gravity help as he sank deep. Just as you thought you were about to overbalance a hard chest pressed against your back, August stooping behind you as he took his iron hard dick in hand and sought out purchase on your ass;

 “Gonna take this as slow as i can Sweetheart…”

 Slow didn’t seem slow enough, and you cursed Newton and the laws of physics as the same forces that had pulled you down onto Will did the same with August, leaving you gasping for air as you were filled in both holes. The boys held you up, in place and still whilst they resisted ravaging your body, fighting against the pollen until they could no longer hold back and they unleashed their raw power upon your body. Fucking you in tandem with the thinnest of walls separating themselves inside you, they defiled your body as you begged for more; harder, deeper, faster. It was never enough.

 -

 The night ebbed away into the mists of time, each sex act more depraved than the last, the three of you driving the deadly force of the pollen from your bodies in an endless battle of lust.

The last thing you recalled was the sun rising as the two men stood before your kneeling body, spraying your face and breasts with a final load before sleep finally claimed your sated body.

 -

 Bright light streamed in the window and you winced as your head pounded. A deep voice could be heard but you weren’t listening. A warm body beside you shifted and a large warm hand pressed to your aching abdomen, soothing the overworked muscles. A soft pair of lips pressed a kiss to your shoulder, and the lack of moustache told you it was Will that was spooning you.

 “C’mon Agents, rise and shine” August barked from the bathroom doorway, packing his things; “Got a flight to catch in two hours, debriefing in twelve”

 -

 Closing the file you nodded at your superiors, their approval of a good job done ringing praises in your ears as the debriefing ended, people pushing their chairs out and making small talk as they were dismissed for the weekend and a well deserved rest.

 Walking to the elevator you didn’t make eye contact, trying hard not to wince as your thighs rubbed together and you felt the bite that August had given you, wanting to avoid any probing questions. You’d skimmed over a lot in your report, mainly the sex-pollen induced orgy that had taken place, but as the thumb drive with the vital data on had been recovered no-one was concentrating on the part between the retrieval and the debriefing.

 The elevator dinged as the doors opened, and absentmindedly you stepped in, looking out of the glass windows as you were only partially aware of just a few other passengers. It was only when you realised you were flanked on both sides did you look up and see that August and Will were either side of you. 

 With a smirk August handed you a file;

 “This wasn’t needed for the debriefing”

 You flicked it open and saw that it was the mobile test data from the hotel room;

 “Yes, probably for the best” you agreed, your throat dry.

 As you held the pages Will pointed to a trio of lines towards the bottom. For a moment you stared at the numbers before you recognised what they meant;

 “That’s our results…”

 You felt August’s breath hot on your ear as he whispered;

 “Look at yours…”

 You saw the readings of Will and August’s blood count, of the pheromone saturation… then you saw yours;

 “But… but that can’t be right…”

 “You know that equipment better than anyone else… when has it ever been wrong?”

 The elevator reached the Lobby and everyone filed out, August and Will stopping and nodding to the bar across the street;

 “We’ll be catching a drink or two… you’re welcome to join us once you’ve taken in the test data…”

 You nodded, speechless, staring at the data in black and white. It couldn’t be wrong; it was never wrong. It was clear as day.

 You hadn’t been infected by the pollen.

[moralesispunk]

Better Than the Art

Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Summary: as you guided a school trip around the museum you were joined by a handsome stranger who just so happened to be an FBI agent working in art crime.

I was inspired for this when I found the photo below on Pintrest!

Thursdays are your favourite day to work at the museum and that is because on Thursdays the museum is open for school trips. 

It was a routine you had grown to love. You start your day walking a group of tiny humans around the exhibits from Renaissance to Baroque to Neoclassicism to Romanticism, winning them over just before moving them to the canteen. After lunch you let them run free around everything from surrealism to pop art, watching their faces react to the strange and wonderful works of art that line the room. By the end of the day they are lying on their stomachs in a room full of classics, legs kicking in the air while they draw their own piece of art to stick to the wall on the way out. As their teacher walks them towards their bus a little more interested in art than they had been before they walked in they yell a chorus of thank you and you get to pay attention to their small works of art in more detail. There are drawings of them and their friends, or their dog, or the occasional attempt at a recreation of one of the paintings they saw during their tour. It is a wonderful day, listening to them talk about the art in the most simple way rather than give a twenty minute, or pretentious, response to “how does this art make you feel”.

They say exactly how it makes them feel; happy, sad, excited, bored. It is refreshing to listen to what they have to say about the art that you get to look at every day.  

As you walked around with the group of 10-year olds today you noticed they were a lot quieter than your usual groups. You had spent most of your morning hearing your own voice and for once you were excited that lunch was coming up after this next room. You stopped at the first painting in the room and turned to the circle that had formed around you.

"How does this painting make you feel?"

The question echoed around the hall for a moment before a voice that was far too deep for a ten year old came from your side.

“Happy.”

You turned to the man, dressed in suit trousers and a shirt with a suit jacket folded across his arms. You were taken aback by how handsome this man was; his hair slightly messy and a few crinkles by his eyes from the small smile on his face.

“Look at the way their smiles are painted,” he stepped closer towards you so he was now in line with the group of children in front of you, “the way she paints a smile is just so... real. I feel as though I’m right there, dancing with all those people. I can feel their happiness.”

You couldn’t help the wide grin that was now covering your face at how enthusiastically this man spoke about the art on the wall or the warmth that was now creeping up your cheeks at how his eyes never once landed on the actual painting but stayed locked on you. 

“I agree,” you sighed contently, a moment passing where you almost forgot that you were in the middle of a busy museum guiding a school trip rather than standing alone with this stranger. You cleared your throat, shaking yourself and turning back to the children, “does anyone agree with Mr...”

“Pike. But please, Marcus.”

“Marcus,” you smiled at the man, “does anyone agree with Marcus.”

A sea of hands flew up as the quiet group finally began to speak about how they liked that the people were dancing in bare feet or that they could see them singing along to the band painted in the background. As the chatter continued you mouthed a thank you to Marcus and he shook his head with a smile.

“Let’s move on then,” you called out, stepping round the group to lead them to the next painting.

“Mind if I tag along, get the free guided tour?” Marcus walked next to you.

“Not at all,” you smiled back.

You guided the tour around the rest of the room, the children now more involved than they had been before Marcus joined you and were talking about their favourite parts of the art you were showing them. Marcus stood a few paces behind, listening carefully to your description for each painting or sculpture, biting back a smile when you got really excited as you spoke about your favourite part of the painting and your voice got that little bit louder while you spoke a little faster. 

At the end of the hall you walked into the canteen and the children’s teacher sat them all down at one of the tables, pulling out their lunchboxes as the loud chatter began.

“I’ll come back and collect you all in forty-five minutes?” you said to the teacher and she nodded before you turned back to Marcus.

He had waited for you at the edge of the room, half reading one of the information plaques next to a painting as he watched you walk towards him. You never were usually this forward with someone but he was handsome and you were intrigued.

“I know this might be a strange request but do you want to get lunch with me?” you asked when you finally reached him, clasping your hands in front of you to stop yourself from fidgeting.

“I would love to,” Marcus held his hand out towards the exit, “lead the way.”  

There was a cafe next to the museum that you liked to frequent on your lunch breaks and you decided to take Marcus there, telling him that they sold the best sandwiches you had ever had on the walk over.

“Its the ratio!” you laughed when Marcus asked how the sandwich could be that good, “the bread to sauce to contents, its a perfect balance.”

Marcus threw this head back in a laugh before speeding up to reach for the door before you could. When you stepped inside you were glad that it was quieter than usual today, leading Marcus towards a table in the corner beside the window. A waitress you recognised walked over towards the table and you ordered two sandwiches before she headed into the back.

“I hope you like the sandwich after I hyped it up so much,” you laughed.

“You seem like you have good taste so I trust you,” he flashed you a smile and you could feel your cheeks warm before you cleared your throat.

“So, are you from around here?”

Marcus shook his head, taking a drink of the coffee that had been placed in front of him.

“I moved from Dallas a couple of months ago but things had been so hectic with work that this is the first chance I have got to check out the sights, the museums.”

You hummed, letting the cup of coffee warm your hands before taking a sip.

“What kind of work do you do?”

“FBI. Art crimes,” he replied plainly.

“Oh, wow,” you laughed, “well Agent Pike, busy with all the undercover work since you arrived then?”

“Yes actually,” your eyes went wide in time for the sandwiches being placed in front of you and Marcus laughed, “it’s not as exciting as it sounds.”

“I doubt that. Anyway, Bon Appétit.”

The both of you went quiet as you bit into the sandwiches, Marcus letting out a groan that almost made your cheeks flush before he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“This is... the best sandwich I’ve ever had. You sure didn’t lie about that.”

“Told you!”

“You’ve got a little,” Marcus waved towards the side of your mouth before lifting his thumb to the side of your mouth and swiping some sauce away, “got it.”

“Oh, thank you,” you dipped your head down to hide your blush, hearing Marcus chuckle a little as you did so.

Lunch went by quickly, the conversation never stopping between you both as you told him why you moved to DC and more about your friends and family. He told you about his move here, slightly divulging into a failed engagement that made the smile fall from his face and so you quickly changed the subject. 

Laughing at something he said your eyes caught the clock on the wall.

“Oh shoot, I need to head back,” you pulled your purse from your bag and Marcus leaned across the table to stop you with a palm on top of your hand.

“Please, let me,” he pulled out his wallet to leave some money for the check and a tip.

“Marcus, I-”

“No buts, my treat,” he smiled.

“Thank you, Marcus. How about I let you join in for the second half of the tour then, if you’re not busy?”

“I’d love that.”

By the time you and Marcus reached the canteen the children were all ready to go and so you took off in the direction of this afternoons exhibits. The children were a lot more enthused with this art; the bright colours and wacky subject matter setting a chatter among them that didn’t stop until the end of the day.

Every so often you would look up to Marcus who was focused on what you were saying and he would flash you a smile. There wasn’t a time that when he smiled that gorgeous smile you didn’t lose track of what you were saying and had to shake yourself to get back to the tour.

When you reached the final room, filled with the most famous pieces of art that the museum held, you gathered the children in the middle of the room. 

“Now, I want to see your art,” you pulled out the paper and pencils, handing them to each child sitting on the ground, “you can draw yourself or you friends, or a landscape piece...”

You headed towards Marcus who was now sitting on a bench a bit further back from the group.

“Can maybe even attempt drawing a piece of the art,” you handed a piece of paper to Marcus as well and gave him a wink before turning back to the children, “whatever you want.”

You let them draw for fifteen minutes, walking around quietly as you watched their art come to life. Every so often you would glance over to Marcus who was now sitting with one leg over the other as he leaned on one of the gift shop tour guides. His face was set in stone, his tongue peeking out slightly whenever he sat back to look at what he was drawing before leaning back down to finish it.

“Alright, I think everyone is about done. On the way out there is a wall of art and I want you to stick yours up there so add your name at the bottom.”

When the group of children were finally herded together by their teacher, their art pinned on the wall and a cheer of small thank yous shouted in your direction, you finally turned back to Marcus.

“I drew something better than the art,” he handed you a piece of paper.

When you looked down at the paper there was a shaded in drawing of yourself. It was... beautiful. You smiled down at the paper, your finger tracing over it for a moment.

“Today was the best day I’ve had since... since I can remember and I would love to get to know you more,” Marcus’s voice brought your attention back up to him.

“Marcus, this is- I- thank you,” you finally managed, holding the paper to your chest, “I would love to see you again.”

“I don’t really know the area that well but theres a nice Italian near my place if you like that sort of food?”

“Sounds perfect,” you nodded, turning around and grabbing a spare bit of paper to scribble down your phone number, “call me?”

Marcus nodded, folding the note and placing it in his trouser pocket. You decided to lean into the new-found courage you had gathered today, leaning forward while balancing yourself on Marcus’s arm and placing a kiss to his cheek.

“See you soon, Marcus.”

//

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The Chosen, the Mormons, & the Authentic Jesus: An Appeal to Everyday Christians

- May 2022 -

Dear Fellow Sheep,

Truth matters. As Christians, we believe and confess a Faith rooted in history and Holy Scripture. We believe Christianity is more than philosophy and more than personal opinion. We believe it’s true. Exclusively true. When other religions and ideologies make truth claims that contradict God’s Word, the Christian disciple takes his stand on Scripture and rejects false claims. It’s that simple, but we live in troubling and confusing times. Many professing Christians act like truth depends on subjective experience. “If it feels right, it must be right.”

The popular streaming show, The Chosen is a perfect example of this issue. Scroll through the comment sections of their social media posts and you’ll find hundreds, even thousands of fans sharing the impact the show has had on them. Testimonies include...  “It made the Bible come alive for me.” “I feel so much closer to God.” “This makes me love Jesus more than ever.” 

It’s hard to argue with a positive experience. Experience is very personal. It becomes part of our identity if we let it. When someone questions our experience, we feel threatened. “This is part of who I am. Why are you trying to take it away?”

And I get it. I’ve been deceived before, and it felt right at the time. I had experiences to back me up. It’s painful to remember how easily I can be taken in by false doctrine. Emotion is a powerful weapon for good and for evil. We are easily manipulated when our guard is down. 

Jesus warned that deception would be a serious issue in the last days. The apostles wrote about the threat of false teachers in almost every New Testament epistle. And if you survey all these passages, you’ll notice a theme of deception getting worse as the end of time draws near. 

We are told to expect that many will come in the name of Jesus and some will even claim to be Jesus. Some may even back up their claims with miracles. 

“And then if anyone says to you, ‘Look, here is the Christ’; or, ‘Look, there He is’; do not believe it; for false christs and false prophets will arise, and will provide signs and wonders, in order to mislead, if possible, the elect. But beware; I have told you everything in advance.” - Mark 13:21-23

In light of these warnings, let us reason together about The Chosen and the Jesus it portrays. 

The Chosen

Fans are thrilled! Filming has officially begun for season three of The Chosen. Seasons one and two were wildly successful, mostly in the United States but also streaming around the world. Creator and director, Dallas Jenkins, believes it is his mission to bring the show before an audience of one billion people at a minimum. Jenkins has a very visible role, from social media content to livestreams. The Chosen is crowdfunded by fans and is actually the largest crowdfunded TV series ever. This is why Jenkins works hard to maintain a personal connection with his supporters. 

He reminds his patrons frequently of their mission to “bring the authentic Jesus to the world”. We could run down a hundred rabbit holes, but let’s focus on those two words...Authentic Jesus.

The Authentic Jesus?

Dallas Jenkins believes that God fully supports his portrayal of God the Son on the big screen. Millions of dollars have been raised and strategic partnerships have been formed to make the impossible possible, so how is this not the hand of God? Just look at how the series is being blessed, right? Well, not necessarily. Many things have worldly success that do not have heavenly approval.

Joel Osteen is overwhelmingly successful in worldly estimation but he preaches a false Jesus. Osteen’s Jesus wants to give you whatever your greedy heart desires. That kind of Jesus can’t save you even though millions of people testify that Osteen’s teaching has changed their life. That’s why this discussion matters.

There is only one authentic Jesus. He is perfectly revealed to us in the pages of Holy Scripture. His nature, His character, His words, and His works are sufficiently recorded for us to the exact extent God intended. 

“Therefore many other signs Jesus also performed in the presence of the disciples, which are not written in this book; but these have been written so that you may believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God; and that believing you may have life in His name”. - John 20:30-31

Catch that? There are so many gaps that our Heavenly Father chose not to fill in for us. But every little detail written down for us in Scripture is given that we may believe in the person and work of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of sins and eternal life. 

We have license to imagine, in vivid detail, the events and images that the biblical authors wrote down for us. The most important thoughts that will pass through your head in this life are the ones you think about God. We would be wise to take care how we form our thoughts of Him. Wrong thoughts about the Lord take us down the path to idolatry. Thankfully, He has not left us wondering about His nature and His will. When you are reading your Bible, you are reading exactly what He wants you to know...the God-breathed, self revelation of the Holy One. 

The Chosen adds hours of backstory and “plausible” circumstances into its own narrative of the Gospels. For example... -Peter has a drinking and gambling problem. -Jesus rebukes John the Baptist for wanting to confront King Herod. -Jesus struggles to formulate his sermons. -Mary Magdalene has a dramatic relapse into sin.

While this is not technically changing Biblical texts or adding chapters to Scripture, it does weaken the claim that the authentic Jesus is being portrayed. Jenkins’ Jesus, played by Jonathan Roumie, says lots of things that our Lord never said. That’s obvious, and Jenkins doesn’t claim otherwise. However, he does claim that his content is plausible and authentic...the word authentic is beginning to lose its meaning...

If by “authentic”, Jenkins means that his Jesus is “down to earth” and “relatable” to a modern audience, then he may have a point. But, if by “authentic”, he means “genuine”, then no...this is not a genuine portrayal of Christ Jesus. 

As pictured above, one fan firmly believes the content of The Chosen is God-Breathed, and 200 others gave their “Amen”. This is a problem. 

Friends, the only place where you will find Christ authentically portrayed is in His own inspired Word. At best, Jenkins’ Jesus is a work of fiction. The problem is that The Chosen is not marketed as fiction. Rather, it is heavily promoted as a resource for spiritual growth to draw people closer to God. Churches and small groups are using episodes in services and discussions. Jenkins and his wife, Amanda, are involved in writing devotionals and study guides to accompany the series. This is as much a spiritual growth business as it is an entertainment business. 

The Chosen company wields an increasingly large amount of influence over professing Christians. Therefore, we must give serious evaluation to their claims. Truth matters. Do you realize we are commanded to keep ourselves from deception?

“And Jesus answered them, ‘See that no one leads you astray’.” - Matt 24:4

“Let no one deceive you in any way.” - 2 Thessalonians 2:3

“Little children, let no one deceive you.” - 1 John 3:7

The Chosen & The Mormons: An Authentic Dilemma 

Now we come to where Biblical Christians must draw the line...

Important question--> Do Mormons and Christians worship the same Jesus? 

Dallas Jenkins’ answer is, “Yes”. 

During an interview on Latter Day Saint YouTube channel, “Saints Unscripted”, Jenkins said of Mormons and Christians, “We love the same Jesus...I’ll sink or swim on that statement.” He goes on to call his Mormon friends, “brothers and sisters”, and says he will “go down swinging for his friends”.  (Link to video)

Why would he say this? And why is he interviewing with members of the LDS religion? The reason is that The Chosen is produced by Mormons. Jenkins, a professed Evangelical, has worked closely with members of the LDS church and owes his success to their partnership. Season two was filmed using a Jerusalem set located in Goshen, Utah and owned by the LDS. In this video, Jenkins claims that God did a miracle that his followers will remember for years, in that the Mormon Apostles green lighted the Chosen crew to film in Goshen.

During a follow up interview with “Saints Unscripted”, Jenkins claimed that Evangelicals and Mormons share the same goal in wanting to portray the authentic Jesus to the world. (Link to video)

When speaking with Mormons, Jenkins is very transparent about his belief in Mormon/Christian unity. However, he is not so transparent when criticized about his views by Evangelicals. During an interview with Evangelical, Melissa Doughtery, he downplayed the thought that Mormons would have any influence over the show. (Link to video)

Worse yet, the Chosen team issued a blatant lie to their Evangelical fan base, claiming “We’re not produced by Mormons.” See below.

Lie Detected

A quick internet search debunks this claim using a LDS source. Mormons know that LDS members are partnered with the show, but Evangelicals are misdirected with, “There’s nothing to see here. Mormons? Are you crazy?” 

Below are screenshots from the LDS Living Magazine. 

Executive producer, Derral Eves is quoted in the article saying...

“But this is what I love about Dallas,” Eves said. “He was able to see my heart and he’s been the biggest defender of me, and my family, and my faith background. And he’s literally had to endure stuff that no one should endure because of our relationship. Honestly, I’ll always been eternally indebted to him because of how he has defended me and my beliefs. And on the flipside, he’ll say other things of how we’ve helped him and it’s just been [a] very synergistic project.”

A very synergistic project? Yes, that's a problem. Mormonism and Christianity are not different denominations under the same religious banner. The LDS church has a very different God and a very different Jesus than the Christian Faith. But Jenkins says this is a foreign concept to him. (source)

Graphic: Courtesy of Famine In the Land

It is admirable that Dallas is a good friend to his coworkers, but conflating Christianity with Mormonism and labeling members of the LDS church as Christians does not deserve praise. Truth has no fellowship with deceit. As Christians, if we are to love members of the LDS community, we cannot forsake truth for the purpose of unity. If we dismantle the objective truth of God’s Word in order to make friends, we won’t be making friends...we’ll be treating them as enemies, leaving them trapped in deception...in a cultic system with a savior who cannot save.

Some Latter Day Saint doctrines include... - The “Heavenly Father” of the LDS is a god with many spirit wives. - Jesus is the firstborn offspring of Heavenly Father and one of his wives. - Early Mormon apostles taught that Jesus engaged in polygamous marriage. (This belief has never been officially codified or denied by LDS leaders) - Jesus and Lucifer are spirit brothers. - Jesus had to achieve godhood through his deeds. - The atonement of Jesus paid for Adam’s original sin which gives universal resurrection to mankind... which just means that everyone now has the opportunity to earn a place in the third heaven via good works. - Only a very tiny amount of people will go to hell. The majority will land in one of three heavenly kingdoms (celestial, terrestrial, and telestial).

The Authentic Jesus and Where to Find Him

Dear friends, As Christians, we don’t worship a created being who progressed to deity so that we could have a chance to earn our own way to deity. The message of Mormonism is indeed anti-Christian. We put our trust in the one true God, Yahweh, the triune Creator of all things. Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Jesus is 100% God and 100% man. We call it the hypostatic union. He died in our place to atone for our sins, satisfying the righteous wrath of God that we deserved. I could go on, but I trust you have access to a Bible.

Despite what Dallas Jenkins says, we do not love the same Jesus. Period.

In light of these things, should you trust Jenkins to give you an authentic portrayal of Jesus Christ? Dallas has proven by his public statements that he is willing to do anything to make his show successful, including betraying the exclusivity of the Christian Faith. When you watch The Chosen, you are getting a counterfeit, interfaith Jesus, who manipulates your emotions. This Jesus, according to Dallas Jenkins, is the Jesus the Mormons worship. That alone is enough for me.

I have watched many clips of the show and I understand its appeal. The true Jesus Christ we worship is gentle, kind, and compassionate. He is love. He is the Good Shepherd Who lays down His life for the sheep. But I don’t need a TV show to have this wonderful knowledge, and neither do you. We also don’t need the unbiblical additions and images stuck in our heads.

Beloved, take up God’s Holy Word and dig deep into the text. You’ll find the Authentic Jesus there. He takes seriously what you believe about Him, so let His own Words fill up your mind and heart with beautiful, imperishable truth.

“Little children, let no one deceive you.” - 1 John 3:7

In His Grip,

Just Another Sheep

Previous installments in The Chosen article series...

The Chosen & the Shift: A Deeper Look With God’s Word

Dallas Jenkins & the Mormon Apostles

The Chosen, Nicodemus, & a Common Myth 

[hockeywhhores]

best for you- t. seguin

Tyler Seguin x f!Reader

warning~ swearing, smut, female and male receiving, alcohol consumption, pushy waiter 

summary~ A pushy bartender gets you thinking about Tyler and what you want next with him. 

genre~ friends with benefits to lovers, smut

word count~ 2.6K 

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As Tyler spent more time in Dallas, he found himself getting lonely. Insert you; you had just recently gotten out of a long-term relationship and were just looking for no strings attached sex. You had met when you started interning for the Dallas Stars, but left after deciding public relations wasn’t for you, you stopped interning. The guys liked you though, so you got invited to most of the social gatherings. You promptly got closer to Tyler due mostly to the fact you were both young and single. After getting close enough with Tyler, you both quickly jumped into a friend with benefits situation. No one but Jamie knew about what would happen behind closed doors.

Tonight was no different. Tyler had invited you to some club to celebrate their recent win. You knew you wouldn’t be making it back to your own apartment that night. You never did anyway. When all of this started, you both promised to end it if one of you got feelings, and you certainly were not successful. Tyler could say the same thing. Getting ready didn’t take long due to you already being ready from earlier in the day. The only thing that changed was your shirt. You went from being in a simple white blouse to Tyler’s jersey. The Uber you ordered was quickly at your curb, and you couldn’t be more grateful. Everyone was coming straight from the game, and usually you would be with them, but you had got stuck at work. Tyler was already texting you wondering where you were, and you put his mind to ease saying you were headed over.

The club was packed. Bodies were everywhere, you could hardly find the group of hockey players. You weren’t disappointed when you found Tyler in the crowd. Tyler was talking with Jamie when you snuck up on them. They were both dressed in their pregame suits. Tyler was looking as good as always. “Boo!” you cheered out. Tyler turned around so quickly, you thought he might’ve given himself whiplash.

“Hey! I was wondering where you were!” Tyler's grin was huge and contagious. You smiled just as big.

“Ya, my Uber got stuck in traffic.” you sighed out an explanation, “Hey Jamie! You both played so well tonight. I had time to catch the third period while I was leaving work.”

“Thanks y/n. Do you want anything to drink?” Jamie cut in.

“Just put your drinks on my tab tonight.” Tyler added on. You smiled at him in thanks. You never wanted Tyler to feel as if you were using him for his money. You turned around to order, when the bartender got closer. “You are wearing my jersey.” Tyler said.

“Yeah. I thought I should since you were such a big star tonight.” you explained. You thought nothing of wearing his jersey when you had put it on. Tyler loved seeing his last name on your back. It made him feel proud.

“Well, let me just say you look hot.” he whispered into your ear while he played with your hair. You swear you blushed redder than a tomato.

“How long do we have to be here, before I can treat my big star for his monumental work?” you questioned him.

“Give it an hour or two. They’ll be drunk enough they won't even notice when we leave.” Tyler guessed.

“Tell Jamie he might want to find somewhere to sleep for the night.” you chirped.

“I don’t think he’ll have a problem with that.” Tyler said as he pointed to Jamie, who was talking up some brunette on the other side of the bar.

“Prefect!” you cheered. The bartender had finally come back with your drink and set it on the counter.

“You have pretty hair.” The bartender told you, as you thanked him for your drink. He had completely ignored Tyler, who was at your side.

“Thank you.” you said again and turned away before anything could happen. When you and Tyler had started hooking up, your dating life came to a complete halt. You didn’t feel the need to get a one-night stand, you were perfectly content with Tyler. Tyler knew who to use his body, he also knew your body. You thought about when you first asked him to try you up. You felt yourself getting wet. This was going to be a long two hours.

“What’s going through that head of yours?” Tyler asked when he saw you turn bright pink. You just winked at him and walked over to his teammates. You wanted to play with him a little. You could hear them all talking about hockey.

“No more hockey! You guys need at least one night free of that outrageous sport.” you shouted as you got closer. A lot of the guys answered in cheering your name as you smiled and waved. Jason was seated on one of the end seats and pulled you into a quick side hug. When you came out of the hug, you felt Tyler’s hand pull you into his side by your hip. You gave him a questioning look, but he didn’t even look at you.

“Lets go dance, y/n!” Lauren excitingly demanded as she grabbed your hand. You decided to go and let loose a bit. You were dancing with Lauren for what feels like forever, and to be fair, it was long enough to finish sipping on your drink. You headed back to the bar. The same bartender was there, and you just tried to get this over with. You weren’t in the mood to get hit on by random men.

“Another vodka redbull, please.” you politely asked.

“Coming right up, beautiful.” you rolled your eyes and waited for him to make your drink. “Anything else I can get you? Maybe I can get your number?” he asked.

“I’m good, thank you.” you denied.

“Come on, please. It's just your number.” he tried to convenience you.

“I have a boyfriend.” you informed him.

“Oh, come on. The douche you were with earlier. I’m so much better than him.” he pressed on.

“I am extremely happy with him. He treats me so much better than you could ever.” you just walked away. Heading back to Lauren. “Hey, Lauren, I think I’m going to sit down for a while.” you told her.

“Are you okay?” she asked, concerned.

“Yeah. The bartender wasn’t taking no for an answer, and I want to sit with Tyler.” you explained. She just nodded and walked you back to the table. “Hey, Ty, Can you take me home?” you asked him quietly.

“Of course. Are you okay?” he asked

“Yeah, I just want to go home.” you said. Tyler got up in a flash and said bye to all of his teammates. You just waved. You had let him lead you out of the club, with his arm around your waist. You didn’t even care about what others might be thinking. Tyler held you close as he ordered an Uber. You were shivering. When you left the house you didn’t even think about grabbing a coat, but standing out in the chilly night you regretted that decision. He could feel you shivering, and after he had the car ordered, he pulled you in as close as he could. He even tried to get you to wear his jacket, but you said you were fine in his arms. So he just held you until the car came.

“What happened?” he gently asked while holding your hand.

“The bartender was being creepy and just out right disrespectful.” you explained. “He told me I should give him my number, and when I said you were my boyfriend, he told me about how he would treat me better than you. Fuck. It's just so annoying.” Tyler’s heart warmed when he heard you had told him you were his girlfriend. He wanted so badly for that to be the truth, but you were looking for a no string-attached relationship.

“I’m sorry, y/n” he said as his hand tightened around yours. You just lay your head on his shoulder, sinking into him.

“Are we going back to yours or mine?” you asked.

“I put my address in, but do you want me to change it to yours?” he countered.

“No, yours is fine.” you signed, resting onto him deeper. Tyler always tried to remind himself that he wasn’t good enough. He drank way too much, was covered in tattoos, and was traveling half the year. So even if you had felt the same for him, you didn’t deserve him. You deserved a nice guy who could be there for you.

When you got back to his house, you took charge. You rarely took charge in the bedroom, but you decided you wanted to tonight. You grabbed his blazer and pulled him into a hard kiss. He kissed back just as hard and pulled you closer by the hips. The dogs came to greet you, which made you pull away. You bent down to pet Gerry, while Tyler started talking to Cash and Marshmallow. Tyler led you to the bedroom and closed the door. You pulled him back into the kiss. You then started pulling off his suit blazer and unbuttoning his shirt. You started pulling off the jersey, but he stopped your hands.

“Keep it on.” Tyler demanded. You just nodded and unbuckled his belt. Sinking down to your knees and dragging down his suit pants. He was left in his boxers, and your mouth and pussy were growing wet. You left some sloppy wet kisses on the outside of his boxer, right on his tip. “Don’t play with me, Princess.”

“I would never, Daddy.” you innocently replied to him. You let the idea of you being dominant leave your mind. You dragged his boxers down and connected your mouth to his now fully exposed tip. Tyler grabbed the back of your head, and you let him lead your head. He started going faster, and you were gagging on him. He was long and thick, and hitting your gag reflex with ease. You played with his balls, while tears were escaping your eyes. You loved when he fucked your face. He was close to cumming, you could tell by the way he slightly slowed his thrusts. You started speeding up your movement, wanting him to cum soon. You kept going unto he coated your mouth with his seed. Tyler never expected you to swallow, but he would be lying if he said that he didn’t find it hot when you did. You swallowed, staring him in the eyes as you did so.

“You are killing me, Princess.” he groaned, and you smiled. “Get on the bed, let Daddy reward you.” You rushed back to the bed, and he pulled your jeans off when you got situated. Seeing your white lace panties made his dick spring. “Did you wear these for me?” you nodded, but he gave your pussy a slap when you didn’t answer.

“Just for you, Daddy.” you admitted. He smiled, happy with your answer. With feather light touches he pulled down your underwear. He loved seeing you squirm in his arms. After your panties were gone, he teased you by kissing your inner thighs. “Tyler. Please.” you begged him. You yelped when you felt a sting go through you. He had slapped your pussy again, but this time harder.

“That’s not my name.” he reminded you.

“I’m sorry! I meant Daddy!” you moaned out when you felt him kiss right above your clit. “Please.” you moaned again. Then you finally felt his lips attach to your clit. You were a moaning mess, and it only got worse when he pushed his fingers into you. He found your g-spot easily. Tyler knew your body like it was his. It was his. He was the one you called, and you haven’t even thought about sleeping with someone else in months. Tyler got you screaming when he pumped his fingers into you fast and was sucking on your clit. You felt like you were in heaven. It only lasted a couple seconds before you were cumming, and you were cumming hard. You were screaming his name. Your legs were shaking, and you had to push him off of you when the pleasure had started to sting.

“That was amazing, Doll.” he complimented you. You blushed and tugged him up so you could kiss him. He kissed you hard, and when you reached for down to play with him, you heard one of his dogs scratch at the door. “Fuck.” Tyler sighed out.

“Go open the door for them. We can finish later.” you swept the loose hair that had fallen into his eyes. He did as you said, and you took off the jersey, and put his white button down on your body instead. Later came and went with you and him cuddling in the bed watching some movie. The dogs had joined in, they all found their own places in little coves in the bed. “Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we put real labels on this” you quietly asked.

“What?” Tyler thought he misheard you, but when he saw you looking up at him with your loving eyes, he knew he heard you correctly.

“Nevermind. Please forget what I just said. We promised not to catch feelings.” you panicked.

“I think about it all the time.” he confessed. “I think about what it would be like to come home to you and the dogs every day. I messed up and caught feelings, but I’m no good for you. You could find someone so much better than me.”

“Tyler. You do not get to decide what is good for me. I’m so sick of men deciding what's good for me. You treat me like a princess. I can’t think of anyone who makes me feel the way you do.” you professed. You got up on your elbows and made sure his eyes didn’t leave yours. “I love you, Tyler.”

“I love you too, y/n. I just wished I didn’t have to leave so much. You need someone that will be there when you need them.” Tyler said.

“No. You were there for me, when my shower head broke, even though you were all the way in fucking Canada. You sat on facetime with me while I messed around with the pipes, before just telling me where your spare key was, so I could use yours. You are there for me more than you realize.” tears were now falling down your cheeks. Why couldn’t he see how good he was to you? “Please, just give us a shot.” Tyler nodded, and you grinned. The kiss was slightly salty because of your tears, but your happiness was overpowering it.

“I just want what's best for you, y/n.” he explained.

“you are what’s best for me.” you proclaimed, kissing his cheek.

“Okay, but the first time I fuck up you need to dump my ass.” he said.

“I will agree to that, because I know you wouldn’t fuck up,” you explained, “Well, not too badly.” you giggled, which got a smile back on his lips. You fell asleep in his arms with the dogs at your feet, and the light sound of the TV in the background.

finished

[hockey-x-imagines]

When the Sun goes Down || Jamie Benn Pt 3 

A/N: Here’s part 3.. I’ve rewrote this part over and over and I’m still not in loving with it. I’m hoping you like it more than I do. I’m in the process of working on a few shorts and updating the other 2 series. If you have any requests let me know and I’ll start on them immediately. As always feedback back is more than welcome :)

The title is inspired by When the Sun goes Down, by Kenny Chesney & Uncle Kracker.

Warning: Cussing and Drinking.

Paring: Jamie Benn x Reader

P.O.V: Reader

Word Count: 1123

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You spent most of your morning searching for a reasonable reason for the semi panic attack Jamie's hug brought on. The only answer that came to mind was that you overacted, and you needed to get yourself in check. Jamie had the potential to be your best and only friend. Yes, there was a potential for him to be more, but you would cross that bridge when and if the time came. The only sure-fire way to make sure that didn't happen would be to cut him off, and you didn't feel it was fair to either of you to do that. From what little you knew about him, he seemed like a nice guy with a sense of humor to match yours.

Just about the time you had accepted that you'd see what being around Jamie would bring, he texted you.

How's your morning going? Do you have any plans for the rest of the day, or tonight?

Although it was a really simple text, it brought the panic from this morning back. At most his message could've meant he wanted to take you to get food, or simply hangout, but you weren't able to see that. You had to twist it. Why that happened you really didn't know and couldn't understand. You didn't send him anything back, partly to drive Jamie away.

Forgetting all about his message you went on with your day. You did some laundry and cleaned your apartment, that didn't really need cleaning. Knowing you had work later you took a little nap. At that point you were doing just about anything to keep yourself distracted. After your short nap you started to get ready for work. You were changing the song when Jamie's name popped up.

Hey. I hope I didn't say or do anything wrong. I hope you've had a good day.

His message left a frown on your face. He didn't do a single thing wrong. Your problems were the problem. Again, you don't respond. You couldn't find the right words to explain to Jamie what was going on. How could you explain that you were literally losing your shit for absolutely no reason?

Pulling into work you were grateful for the potential distraction. As far as you knew there wasn't a game tonight, so you didn't have to worry about seeing him tonight. The first two hours bent by in the blink of an eye. It seemed like every person in Dallas had come in tonight. As busy as it was you were having a really good night.

"Can I get 5 beers?" A man asked.

"What brand?" You ask without looking up.

"Doesn't matter." You pop the tops off a few Bud Lights. When you had the guy the beers, you realize it's none other than Tyler Seguin. Fan-fucking-tastic. You don't mean to jump to conclusions, but you would bet that one of the bottles was for Jamie. "Thank you." Tyler flashes a smile. There go your hopes for not seeing Jamie.

After Tyler went back to wherever he came from, you decided it was time for a quick break. Stepping out back you gave yourself a quick pep talk. You needed to calm the fuck down, you really didn't want to cut Jamie out of your life. You had no reason to. He hadn't tried to make an unwelcomed move on you. Feeling confident you could handle yourself you walk back into the bar.

"Y/N go help the guy at the end of the bar." Looking up, the confidence you had turned and walked back out the door. Taking a breath, you walked toward Jamie.

"Same round Tyler ordered?" You couldn't bring yourself to look up at him.

"Yes please," he almost sounded defeated.

"Did you need something else?" You felt a sudden urge to get him away from the bar.

"Yea, I need to talk to you." Looking up every feature of his face was pleading. You knew you were being ridiculous, but you couldn't get out of your own way.

"It's not a good time." You say turning around and silently praying he'd leave you alone.

"I can wait." Of course, you wouldn't be that lucky. "I told you this once, but I won't give up."

"You asked me to let you take me out, I did. What more do you want? I'm not the type of girl guys like you go for, whether that's as a hook up or something more." You snapped. You weren't really sure where that burst of emotion came from.

"Where the fuck did that come from?" You didn't need to look at Jamie to know your statement pissed him off. "At this point, I just want to get to know you. I'm not looking for anything else right now."

"Jamie do us both a favor. Leave me alone. I don't want to get attached, and you don't need to waste your time." Your heart didn't want him to leave, but you couldn't stop the words from falling out.

"Let me at least be your friend? That's all I want." The pleading in Jamie's voice hit you directly in the heart. You really don't know him, but you knew he didn't deserve your bullshit. He deserved so much more.

"Fine. Can you go now? I have to get back to work." You knew you wouldn't be able to sort through everything going on with him so close.

"Thank you. Have a good night, please don't talk yourself out of being friends with me." He turned and left the bar, leaving the beers sitting on the bar. It was right then and there you decided to pull your shit together so you could be the person Jamie deserves in his life. You had a feeling someone would come grab the beers, so you just moved them to the side and went back to work.

You had spent the rest of your shift talking yourself in and out of letting yourself get close to Jamie. You knew it wasn't fair to you or Jamie to let your past and fears get in the away of a friendship, possibly more. You had been so wrapped up in your head, you weren't paying attention to your surroundings.

"I know this isn't my place, and I don't want to scare you off or freak you out, but you and Jamie could really use each other." You turned to find Tyler leaning against the bar. Before you could ask what, he meant Tyler continued, "I don't mean you need each other in a romantic way, he could use a positive female in his life. And from what I understand you could use some good friends." With that he turned and walked out the door.

[mudhorn-djarin19]

Mission: I Do - Chp. 1 (Agent Whiskey x f!reader)

Summary: A new mission has come up and you are sent off on it with Agent Whiskey as your partner. However, you have to go undercover as his fiancee. What will this mission mean for you and your harboring crush on him? This chapter is the set up to the mission. Rating: General (will change in future chapters) Warnings: None but some fluff AO3 Link | Masterlink | Join my taglist via here!  More chapters to come soon (will be added here)

You sat at the big long table amongst the other Statesman as Champ handed out the reports for your next missions. A bunch of reports have come up across the country of some trouble so he was having you agents partner up and travel to each destination that showed trouble.

“Agent Sangria and Agent Whiskey. Here is your file. You two will be partnered up together for this mission.” Champ says, sliding a file folder over to each of you.

You sigh slightly. You love being partnered with Whiskey when you can cause it meant more time around him, time to get to know him better and etc. He may get on your nerves a lot for he’s a big flirt and sometimes likes to push people’s buttons but deep down you found the man attractive. You’ve been growing a crush on him for a while but you knew nothing would ever come from it. He was such a big shot within Statesman, he probably was the same outside of work too. You open the file fold and start looking over your information for the mission when you spot some information that surprises you.

“Everything okay Agent Sangria?” Champ asks.

“Sir… I’m going undercover as… Whiskey’s fiancee?” You question.

“That’s right. You and Agent Whiskey will be going undercover as a couple for this mission. The culprit has been found kidnapping brides and sometimes bombing venues. We need you two to go to a bridal convention held in Dallas where he was last heard of being. I am sending you two cause you both work together well and seem to have the best chemistry out of our agents. I’ll let the rest of the details for you two to go over together.” He says.

You gulp and slightly look up at Whiskey who has that typical dumb smirk he always has on his face as he looks at you. “Well… seems I’m gettin’ hitched again. Who knew it’d be so easy.” He chuckles as he elbows Tequila sitting next to him who also chuckles. 

Champ had let you both go home shortly after the meeting to gather up all your supplies for your trip. Whiskey said he’d come pick you up later this evening before your flight out. You sit down on your bed and groan into your hands. This is going to be a tough weekend you think to yourself. Not only are you going on a mission alone with Whiskey again but you have to act as his fiancee all weekend?! The thoughts of what could go on cause you to feel sick with nerves. You shake your head and get back up and start rummaging through your closet finding what you can for the weekend. Some nice dresses and jewelry, some casual but cute clothes, and even some of your cuter sets of undergarments. Just in case you think. Just as you finished packing everything into your suitcases you hear your doorbell ring. You open the door to see Whiskey leaning up against the door frame.

“You ready for our weekend getaway darlin’?” He winks at you.

You sigh in response and motion your hand over to your suitcases and bags. “Care to help me load this into your car?” You ask

“Certainly.” He says stepping into your place, slinging your bag over his shoulder and grabbing both the suitcases in each hand. “Didn’t forget anything did ya?” You stare at him in disbelief. “Uh no. I got everything. Also… I can take one of them, you don’t need to take them all for me.” “Nonsense. This ain’t nothin’.” He says as he makes his way down the tiny walkway to his Bronco parked out front, placing them into the back seat. You shake your head in response and check to make sure all the lights and appliances are off before grabbing your keys and locking up, meeting him at the car. 

“Ah ah… allow me future Mrs...” He smirks, opening the car door for you. “Oh yea and before I forget Champ gave me this for you”

He grabs your left hand and slides a sparkly diamond ring onto your ring finger. Your eyes go wide in how fancy it is. “Can’t be my fiancee without a way to show it off.” He chuckles, walking around to his side of the car and then starting it.

“Y-yea..” You say, staring at it and twisting it between your fingers to admire it more.

You arrived at the airport and got all checked in okay with the tickets Champ got you. The flight didn’t take long, only a few hours. You two slept most of the way. You got your rental car, luggage loaded in and headed off to the designated hotel where you would be staying for the weekend. 

The bridal convention and events you were to attend for the weekend were being held at a local convention center so to stay close to the action in case anything went down and to blend in a bit more, Champ had scheduled for you guys to stay at a hotel nearby. 

Jack helped you with your bags out of the rental car, taking more than he needed to. You two walked up together to the check in counter.

“Good day sir and ma’am. Checking in?” The lady at the counter asks.

“Yes ma’am. Reservation should be under Joseph Daniels.” Jack says giving his partially fake name assigned to him for the weekend.

“Ah yes here we are. Joseph Daniels and Elizabeth Wallace?” The lady asks

Jack nods, handing her the company card to pay for the room. She hands you both your key cards and information packs on some things for the area. 

“I take it you guys are in the area for the bridal convention? Seeing as you have the honeymoon suite booked?” She smiles.

“Yes indeed.” He smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. You smile back nervously. 

“Well congratulations to you both! Let me get you the information packets for the event as well then.” She says, grabbing them and adding them to your pile.

You two gather your belongings and make your way to the elevators up to your room. You figured since the honeymoon suite was booked for the weekend it was going to be fancy but you had just no idea how until you opened the door. Flower petals littering the floor, candles surrounding the tub in the bathroom and chocolates on the little table inside the door with a congratulations note. You feel like this was some sort of tease to you about your crush with Jack. Did Champ know and send you on this mission for that reason?! 

“Uh…” You stutter out, taken by surprise.

“Champ sent me a message earlier telling me what room we had. Said everyone attending the event has these rooms, makes us blend in better and might help us run into the culprits better.” Jack states. 

“Oh, okay.” You say quietly, setting your bags down. “So um… look darlin’ I don’t want to make you uncomfortable this weekend. So I’ll sleep on the love seat over here. You can have the bed to yourself.” “Whis-” You start to say. “Jack. He replies. “I know we are used to calling each other our codenames but this weekend call me by my real name. Unless out on the field you know but, still. Hell, you can do so even not when on this mission.” He chuckles.

“Jack. You don’t have to sleep on the sofa. Your back’s going to be killing you afterwards. I don’t mind taking the sofa instead. We can um… share. It’ll be fine.” You say shyly.

“You sure? I really don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He says, stepping closer and looking down into your eyes. “It’s fine. You’re not going to make me uncomfortable. A lot more is going to have to happen between us this weekend I’m sure and sharing a simple bed is at the bottom of the list of awkwardness for me.” You chuckle.

“Alright. If you say so.” He pats your head and works at unpacking his suitcase while you head off to the bathroom.

You just finished your shower and changing for the night when you stepped out into the bedroom to see Jack laying shirtless in nothing but flannel pj pants on the bed watching the local news. You stop in your tracks, admiring at just how handsome he looked. You must have been standing there staring for a bit too long when he looked over at you and called out.

“Everything okay? Did you change your mind about sharing? ‘Cause if so I can still move and go to the sofa.” He asks

You shake yourself out or your dazed state and start heading over to the bed and crawling, in under the covers. “No no. It’s okay, stay where you are. Sorry I was just thinking about um… something else.” “Alrighty then. Also if me being shirtless bothers you I’ll put one on. This is just how I usually sleep.” He says looking down at his torso. For being such a flirt and a nuisance at times he was surely a gentleman deep down inside. Always checking with you on if things were okay and making sure you were comfortable.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.” You reply, get snuggled in under the covers for the night. “We have a big day ahead of us so I’m going to get some shut eye.”

“Sounds like a plan. Me too.” He says, shutting off the tv and lights, crawling under the covers with you.

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[supernatural-jackles]

Seeing You Again

Title: Seeing You Again

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 10,871

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Mentions of Virginity Loss, Implications of Depression,  Smut, Love Lost, Divorce, Tears. Jensen is an innocent, love struck sweetheart.

Summary: Fifteen years had passed since you had seen the love of your life, Jensen Ackles. Your childhood sweetheart, the man of your dreams. The two of you separated against your wishes. Until he walks into your bakery one day without knowing you owned it. You never expected old feelings to resurface, let alone something more

Square Filled: Childhood Sweethearts ( @spnfluffbingo​) First Time ( @spngenrebingo​)

A/N: Happy Tuesday!! My posting schedule is remaining the same from now until the middle of August. You get a new update every Tuesday and Sunday!! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Happy reading! 

  You tied your apron around your waist, making sure it was secure before bunching up your hair in a quick messy bun. It was a busy Saturday afternoon and you had multiple things on the go already.

 You were a baker; at least that was one of your job titles anyways. Business owner, workaholic, you name it. You lived a busy life. You worked six days a week at the bakery you owned in Dallas Texas, and had for the last three years. A successful little place you called Sweethearts. A name you had picked out for longer than you’d ever admit to anyone.

 Every day was something new. A new order, or arrangement of orders. New faces, and familiar faces. The same smiles and thank you’s you got with every purchase. It was something you loved doing. You loved to bake and you loved to see the look on people’s faces when they picked up one of your creations for someone they loved.

 This was your dream, believe it or not. You had always wanted to own your own business and be your own boss. You were never one for following the rules, no matter who the leader was. You never wanted to be some corporate lawyer, or a nine to five, hating every second of life kind of person. You wanted every day to be an adventure. You wanted to be independent.

 You rolled out the fondant on your bakers table, getting ready to throw it over your double chocolate cookie cake for a special order. A lady wanted something special for her son’s tenth birthday so you were making a cookie monster cake in hopes he’d like it. In the distance, the timer for your oven went off, indicating that your in house pie was done.

 Saturday’s were typically busy days. Today was no different. Thankfully you had most of your orders done for the morning. It was only this cake that needed finished before you could take a break and make some simple cookies.

 “Hey Y/N, someone wants to see you,” your assistant called back. You wiped your hands on your apron as you walked out into the front of your shop. An older lady was standing there, a wide smile playing on her lips.

 “Hi there,” you greeted her.

 “Are you the owner of this place?” she asked.

 “Why yes I am,” you nodded. “Is there something I can help you with?”

 “I just wanted to give compliments to you. You run a very nice business. The treats are out of this world. In all my time, I’ve never had a chocolate chip cookie taste so good,” she beaned.

 “Thank you! That means a lot to me,” you nodded with a smile.

 “If you’re not already taken, my grandson would love a woman like you,” she teased, adjusting her jacket around her arms.

 “I’m married to my work,” you told her.  “Someone has to make all the orders.”

 “Well, you let me know,” she winked. “Take care now.”

 You waved the older lady off, watching her walk out the front door of your shop. Each seat was taken. You watched as people sipped away at their coffees and every one of them had some sort of baked good from your display. You were finally doing something right.

 “You know, you’re going to have to settle down someday,” your assistant, Victoria smiled at you.

 “I know,” you sighed. “Someday.”

 You walked into the back, getting back into finishing your cake. It needed to be done in less than an hour for the woman picking it up. You had to get your blue buttercream ready for the top of the cake, and the few cookies you had set aside to finish the top. It was going to be a breeze. You couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when she saw the cake. The customer's reaction was always one of your favourite things. You loved seeing their smile.

 You took a deep breath, mixing up the buttercream and food colouring to get the correct consistency. Your mind wandered back to the older lady for a moment. Sure you were thirty one, but you had tons of time to settle down and find someone to spend the rest of your life with. Right now, you were a business woman. You had that and it was one hundred percent what your focus was on. You needed to continue to be successful. Relationships were overrated anyways.

 You poured the buttercream into the piping bag and began your design. You were excited to see how this was going to turn out. If it was good, it was definitely going on your instagram page.

 You could feel the sweat forming at your brow as you continued the last strokes on the cake. It looked amazing if you were to say so yourself. It turned out much better than you were expecting it to, times a million. This was definitely going to make that ten year old’s birthday.

 “Customer is here for the cake order,” Victoria called back to you.

 “Coming right out.”

 You boxed up the cake in a nice blue one you had custom made for purposes like this. It already said happy birthday on the side, along with some balloons. It was all about making the customer happy. You carefully lifted it off the counter and headed out to the front of the store with it in hand.

 “Alright, cookie monster cake,” you smiled, placing it down on the counter by the register, opening it up. “Cookie dough cake inside, along with homemade chocolate chip cookies on top and a blue buttercream topping,” you smiled proudly, looking down at your cake.

 “Gotta say Y/N, I always knew you’d be successful,” a deep voice said. You hadn’t even looked up at the customer yet. That voice was so familiar, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on who it was. Until you finally glanced up. Those piercing green eyes boring into yours.

 “J-Jensen?” you breathed out.

 “You’ve outdone yourself,” he smiled at you.

 “W-what are you doing here?” you cocked your head to the side.

 “My sister in law sent me to pick up the cake for my nephews tenth birthday,” he said. “I had no idea this was your place. Although, I have to say, it’s very you if I remember correctly.”

 “Thank you,” you smiled.

 “How much do I owe you?” he asked.

 “Uh, twenty two dollars,” you breathed out.

 “Do you accept tips?” he questioned as he reached for his wallet in his back pocket.

 “Yes,” you nodded.

 “Perfect. All I have is a fifty. Keep the change, sweetheart,” he winked. “You certainly deserve it. This cake looks perfect.”

 “Thanks Jensen,” you swallowed hard, not daring to take your eyes off of him. That fucking nickname. The whole reason why this place was called Sweethearts. The man you had fallen in love with all those years ago. “Take care.”

 You watched as he walked out the door with the box in his hands. You couldn’t believe it. Out of all the people you expected to walk in, he was never one of them. The man you had grown up with. The first and only man you had every loved with your whole heart. The one that slipped away.

 “Who was that?” Melaine, your part time girl who helped keep your shop in working order.

 “Just some guy I used to know a long time ago,” you smiled at her.

 “Did you guys used to be together?” she inquired as she poured a cup of coffee.

 “Yeah, for a while,” you breathed out.

 “Well, with the way he was looking at you, I’d say there is definitely some feelings still there,” she chuckled. “I wish my boyfriend looked at me the way Jensen just looked at you.”

 “Who was looking at who?” Victoria popped her head out and asked.

 “A very hot customer was looking at Y/N. Apparently they have history,” Melanie wiggled her eyebrows.

 “Shut up,” you shook your head, trying to repress your smile.

 “Awwww,” Victoria cooed.

 “He had heart eyes for her. Major heart eyes,” she beamed.

 “You guys, he’s an old friend. Nothing more. Now we’re dropping it,” you stated before walking back into the kitchen to begin your clean up.

 Your heart was still racing in your chest. It had been a really long time since you had seen Jensen in person. Sure, you followed all of his social media and kept up with what he was doing. He was an actor and had been for the longest time. He was successful at what he wanted to do and you cheered him on from your own tiny part of the world. But seeing him again after all this time, it wasn’t easy. It made you realize just how much you missed the way he’d call you sweetheart. You missed that in the sound of his voice, which was a lot deeper than it was the last time you heard it directed at you.

 The afternoon dragged on and four became six. Victoria and Melaine cleaned everything out front and took a few things to go home. You were left with closing up and counting the money made in sales before you could head home. You were just packaging up the last of the cookies when you heard the ding of the door.

 “Sorry, we’re closed now. We open back up on Monday,” you called out, closing the packet.

 “Uh, sorry,” the familiar voice said, causing you to look up. Jensen was standing by the door with a nervous look on his face. You swallowed hard, not knowing where exactly you should look at him.

 “Jensen,” you breathed out.

 “Hey,” he half smiled, taking a step forward.

 “Hi,” you said awkwardly, instantly cursing yourself for it. “Did your nephew like his cake?”

 “Oh yeah,” he let out a chuckle. “Said it was the best birthday cake he’s ever had.”

 “Good, I’m glad,” you nodded.

 “How long have you been in Texas?” he asked, making his way over to the counter.

 “Almost thirteen years now,” you told him.

 “T-thirteen years?”

 “Yeah,” you sighed. “I hated it in Minnesota.”

 “You’ve always been a Texan at heart,” he smirked, going quiet for a moment. “You know, you’re even more beautiful now than you were fifteen years ago.”

 “Jensen,” your cast your eyes down, unsure of what to say. “We’re not the same people we were back then.”

 “I know,” he nodded, licking his bottom lip before he looked at you. “Doesn’t mean you’re not beautiful.”

 “What are you doing here, Jensen?” you asked him, opening up the package of cookies, motioning for him to take one.

 “I - uh,” he paused, bringing his hand up to the back of his neck. “I was hoping that maybe I’d catch you before you headed home. Uh, maybe see if you would want to go out for dinner? Catch up?”

 “You sure you want to do that mister famous actor?” you teased him, watching his chest fall as he let out a laugh.

 “So you’ve been keeping up a little,” he said with a chuckle.

 “Here and there,” you shrugged. “I do have to finish up here before I do anything.”

 “Anything I can help with?” He offered as he took a cookie from the packet. You smiled, closing it right, trying not to look at Jensen. “These taste amazing. They are even better than I remember.”

 “Same recipe I used before,” you told him. “If you want to pack up the rest of these while I do the deposit, I’d appreciate it. I know it’s not what you’re used to.”

 “Nah. Put me to work,” he assured you.

 You showed him where the containers were and he got to work instantly, starting from the right side of the display, moving onwards. You headed over to the cash, taking out the register to bring it to your office which was right by the display.

 “How long has this place been open?” Jensen asked you.

 “Almost three years,” you answered, emptying out the till.

 “Gotta say, you’re pretty successful here,” he told you. “Lots of customers. Bakery is amazing. I always thought you’d open up one in Minnesota.”

 “I couldn’t wait to leave,” you admitted. “I lasted two years before I came back to Texas. It’s always been my home.”

 “Your mom still there?”

 “Yeah, with her boyfriend dickwad,” you shared. “At least, that’s what I call him. Not the biggest fan of him if you couldn’t tell.”

 “Your dad here then?”

 “He’s around here somewhere. He stopped talking to me after mom took me away after the divorce was finalized,” you revealed. “Now, he doesn’t talk to me much.”

 “That sucks,” he frowned.

 “How long are you visiting for?” You dared to ask.

 “Few days before I head back. Changed my flight,” he said lowly.

 “When were you supposed to leave?” You cocked your eyebrow.

 “Tomorrow at three in the morning,” he said sheepishly. “But I knew as soon as I saw you-“

 “Jensen, dont,” you swallowed hard.

 “C’mon, it’s not like we parted on bad terms,” he reminded you. “It’s not like either of us had a choice in the matter. You were leaving to move a million miles away.”

 “I know,” you nodded. “But It’s different now. I’m not sixteen anymore. You’re not sixteen.”

 “No. I’m thirty one,” he reminded you. “Back then, we didn’t have cell phones or whatever. It’s different now, but at the same time, it feels exactly the same.”

 “It’s not going to work,” you shook your head.

 “Okay, say you are right,” he paused, glancing over to you in the office. “Will you at least hang out with me for one night?”

 “Considering you probably aren’t going to leave until I say yes, fine,” you stated.

 “You’re not wrong,” he shrugged.

 You finished counting up the money from the day and put it in the safe before locking it up. You pulled your keys out, grabbing your jacket before shutting the door behind you. You took a deep breath, seeing Jensen standing there waiting in anticipation. You knew this was going to be a mistake. You knew it the second he walked in here that this was a mistake. Too much time had gone by between you and you couldn’t let yourself snap back into what the two of you had before you parted ways.

 “Ready?” he asked you.

 “Yeah,” you nodded, tightening your jacket around yourself. Jensen placed his hand on your back, walking with you towards the front doors of your little shop. You pulled your purse over your shoulder before switching keys to lock up the place.

 He stood by the curb, his hand in the air to hail a taxi to take the two of you wherever. You could feel your stomach getting tighter. You were nervous. Something you hadn’t felt around a guy in a very long time.

 A taxi pulled over to the side of the road, stopping right in front of you and Jensen. You let out a shaky breath as he opened up the door, motioning for you to get in first. He joined you seconds later, shutting the door.

 “Hi, could you drop us off at Beertown please,” Jensen said to the driver. A young man who simply nodded his head without a word. It took everything in you not to look over at Jensen. You wanted to so bad. You wanted to see if the freckles still dusted over his cheeks. You wanted to see the greens of his eyes and get lost in the millions of stories he had seen over the years.

 It was a short ride to the restaurant he was taking you to. One of the ones you frequented growing up. You were never legal to drink, but the food was amazing and so was the atmosphere. It was where he took you for your first date. One you’d never forget. You were more nervous about this dinner than you were on the first date.

 He helped you out of the taxi and led you to the front door of the restaurant. You took another deep breath, trying to control yourself as the waiter led you to your table in the back. Somewhere a little more private as Jensen asked for.

 “It feels like it was a lifetime ago that we were here,” he commented.

 “It was a lifetime ago,” you said. “We were fifteen. Still in high school.”

 “Back when everything was simple and all we had to worry about was finals,” he chuckled.

 “That and I remember worrying about my parents fighting all the time. ‘T’s why I spent so much time with you at your place. Your family always got along, unlike mine. I liked it there,” you shared.

 “It sucked a lot when you were gone,” he swallowed hard. “I know we parted on good terms but it was hard without you.”

 “Least you had your friends though,” you reminded him.

 “I still have your letter,” he confessed. “In my apartment in Vancouver. I still have it.”

 “Really?” you breathed out.

 “Yeah,” he smiled. “I wrote you back and then never heard from you again.”

 “Mom was pissed at me,” you sighed. “Moving away from everything and everyone I knew was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do. It was worse when she didn’t listen to me when I told her I was struggling. Failed three classes my last semester of high school. Managed to get into UT and left. I was homesick and I missed you.”

 “I missed you,” he stated. “Hell, I went to prom with my buddies.”

 “I think we made it worse for ourselves though, Jensen,” you breathed out.

 “Hey there. What can I get for the two of you?” the waiter smiled, pulling out her notepad.

 “We’ll have two classic burgers, some fries and two of whatever you have on tap please,” Jensen told him.

 “Coming right up,” he nodded, taking off to the next table.

 “What do you mean you think we made things worse?” he cocked his head to the side, folding his arms on the table.

 “I think you know exactly what I mean, Jay,” you said lowly.

 “Are you - do you mean the night before you left?” he furrowed his brows. “The night we-”

 “Yeah,” you nodded.

 “Do you regret it?” he inquired.

 “No. Of course not. But it made everything a million times harder,” you revealed. “It was all I could think about from the time I left until I got there. Even then, I thought it wasn’t going to be so bad because we were both applying to UT and we were going to see each other again soon enough.”

 “But I didn’t,” he frowned. “I left for LA instead.”

 “It is what it is,” you nodded. “There isn’t a day that goes by that I’m not proud of you. I want you to know that. I’ve been following you from the start. I watch every episode, and every movie. I’ve seen your interviews and I follow all your accounts on everything. Hell I’ve even seen some convention footage.”

 “I wish I could do the same with you,” he brought up. “Trust me, I’ve looked and haven’t been successful so far. Made me wonder if you got married and changed your name.”

 “No. I’m not married,” you chuckled. “Not to anyone at least. Work maybe.”

 “Here are your meals and your beer. Enjoy!” the waiter smiled as he placed everything down on the table. He even brought some ketchup for the fries and a bottle of vinegar. You gave him a warm smile with your thank you, looking forward to diving in.

 “What about you?” you dared to ask.

 “What about me?” he furrowed his brows.

 “C’mon, a guy like you has to have a girlfriend,” you teased him.

 “Nope,” he shook his head, picking up his burger.

 “Yeah, I find that very hard to believe. Girls were always fawning over you in high school and I’ve seen what people say about you on the internet,” you giggled.

 “See, the only one that mattered to me was you. You have had my attention since I met you in kindergarten,” he let out a laugh. “My parents always said we were childhood sweethearts.”

 “We were,” you agreed. “You were my first everything, Jensen. Quite frankly, I’m glad you were too.”

 “Why is that?” he cocked his eyebrow.

 “Because you treated me like a queen,” you shrugged, taking a fry off the plate. “You treated me better than anyone’s first boyfriend does at that age. You set my expectations high, which is why I’m not married or with anyone. No one can live up to the simple standards you set when we were sixteen years old.”

 “Good,” he declared. “You deserve to be treated like a queen. Don’t settle for anything less. I was honoured to be your knight in shining armour.”

 “You mean king?” you corrected him.

 “No,” he shook his head. “I’m simply a knight, sweetheart.” And just like that, you melted into the seat. You felt like you were sixteen again, sitting in the passenger's seat of his truck, staring out at the sunset in the field. The little moments that meant a lot to you.

 “Well I beg to differ, darlin’,” you winked, trying to play it cool. Your heart was beating a mile a minute. How could it possibly feel like no time had passed between you? Fifteen years had gone by and yet, you connected if it was just yesterday.

 “I missed that,” he smirked.

 “What?” you cocked your head to the side.

 “You calling me darlin’, or honey,” he admitted almost nervously. “For the record, you made me feel like a king, even if I was a knight.”

 You grabbed your burger off your plate, finally taking a bite from it. The flavours danced on your tastebuds, bringing you back. This whole night was filled with nostalgia. You came to the conclusion that this couldn’t happen again after tonight. It was too hard to sit with him, and reminisce about how great things were many years ago. It was hard to sit with him and look at his soft features you had spent so much time with and know that it was in the past. Jensen was your best friend growing up. He was your rock. Your light in the darkness. But you couldn’t let him back into your life again and have things go sour this time around. You needed to keep those happy memories happy. Not turn them into something you have to speak to a therapist about in two years.

 “When do you leave?” you asked him, taking a sip of your beer.

 “Monday night,” he answered, taking a fry off the plate. “So I’m here another day and a bit.”

 “I’m sure your parents are happy to see you,” you half smiled.

 “Yeah,” he nodded. “They think I work too much. I don’t visit often enough according to them.”

 “Your parents are cute,” you giggled. “They still have your bedroom in tact?”

 “No actually. They did some renovations on the house and turned my room into one of the kids rooms when they have over the grandkids. I’m staying in a hotel for the next few nights. They have an extra room in the basement for me but it’s not ready yet.”

 “Your parents were always the busy type,” you pointed out. “Your mom was always doing something when I was there.”

 You watched as Jensen brought his beer up to his lips, taking a good drink of it. Your eyes wandered over his features once more. His soft hair sticking up and leaning a little more to his right. The crinkles by his eyes made you smile, especially when he did. He was handsome and he only got better with age. He had grown into himself now that you allowed yourself to look at him. He wasn’t a scrawny kid anymore.

 “Can I get you guys anything for dessert?” the waiter asked as he cleared away your plates.

 “No thank you,” you mouth to Jensen.

 “No thanks, can we just get the cheque please,” he nodded politely.

 You sat still in your seat, reaching for your phone in your purse to check your messages. This wasn’t a date, you reminded yourself. This was acceptable and this was you check on your business. You had no email orders thankfully and everything else looked fine. It was seeming more likely that you could have a day to rest tomorrow instead of in the kitchen. You took a deep breath, hoping that maybe you and Jensen would part ways after this and you could head home to spend the night in your apartment.

 The waiter came over, placing the cheque on the table. Before you could even look at it, Jensen had taken out his wallet and placed some money inside it. He never let you pay for dinner, even back then.

 “Thank you for dinner, Jensen,” you smiled at him.

 “Thank you for joining me,” he half smiled. “Any chance your night is free?”

 “What did you have in mind?” you cocked your eyebrow.

 “Honestly, nothing. I just don’t want to leave you yet,” he confessed. You were a little confused for a moment. You couldn’t understand why he wanted to spend more time with you. He was a famous actor now. You were a small town girl he was with a million years ago. You had history but this was almost too far. You appreciated his honesty. You just had a bad feeling about this.

 “Jensen,” you breathed out, getting up from your seat. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

 “You feel it too?” he asked, almost sheepishly. You licked your bottom lip, your eyes casting down. Your heart rate picked up a little at his words. There was this awkward tension that had been sitting there with you most of the night, just waiting to make its move. It finally had.

 “Feel what, exactly?” you dared to ask.

 “This awkward weirdness that’s never been there before,” he pointed out. “Something telling you to walk away.”

 “Yeah, I do,” you nodded, adjusting your purse over your shoulder. You let out a sigh. “But there is also this stupid feeling inside of me that’s stopping me from walking away.  That same stupid feeling I got when you asked me to dinner.”

 “That same feeling when you saw me earlier today,” he breathed out.

 “Yeah,” you whispered.

 “C’mon,” he motioned for you to follow him. You nodded your head, letting him lead the way out of the restaurant. The sun was starting to set, creating a nice warm orange tone in the sky. Jensen walked down the sidewalk, a few steps ahead of you.

 What the hell were you doing? You barely knew him now. He was Jensen Ackles, a well known actor. You were Y/N Y/L/N. You owned a tiny bakery. That was your accomplishment. He had everything and so much more. He was the definition of success. Everyone loved him. You are not about to be a part of that. You were not about to be reckless after years of hard work.

 “Jensen wait,” you swallowed hard, as you stopped in front of the park, taking a seat on the bench. He looked at you in confusion before taking a seat next to you.

 “What’s up?”

 “Where are we going?” you shrugged. “What are we doing?”

 “I- I don’t know,” he sighed.

 “I can’t do this, Jensen,” you shook your head. “I’m not doing this. I’m sorry. It was really nice seeing you after all this time.”

 With that, you got up and started walking the other direction. You couldn’t sit there with him. You could go wherever he was going to take you and you certainly couldn’t let yourself get attached to the idea of loving him again. He was your childhood sweetheart. The one who taught you what love was and how to love someone with everything. Too much time had passed and you were two completely different people now. There was no changing that and you didn’t want to.

 “Y/N, wait up,” you heard Jensen call out from behind you, followed by heavy footsteps, indicating that he was running after you.

 “Jensen-“

 Before you could even get a word out, his lips were on yours, kissing you hard. His hands came up to your cheeks, just like they used to when he kissed you unexpectedly. Your heart was fluttering in your chest and you could feel your lips tingling at the sudden contact. You wanted to reach out for him; pull him in close and kiss him like you used to for hours on end. His lips were soft along with the stubble growing on his face. You couldn’t deny kissing him back as your eyes fluttered shut. His breathing was heavy after running, shortening the kiss by quite a bit.

 “Sorry,” he swallowed hard. “I had to.”

 “It’s okay,” you nodded, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth nervously. Your eyes cast down for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts.

 “Look, seeing you - it brought up a lot of memories that I don’t think I was ready for. I never really got over you, you know? You were in my life everyday for eleven years and then you were just gone and I barely got to say a proper goodbye.”

 “You did,” you assured him. “That last night before when we had sex for the first time. That was goodbye.”

 “You know that’s not what I mean,” he said softly. “I don’t want to leave this on bad terms.”

 “We’re not going to,” you assured him. His lip curled upwards as his piercing green eyes met yours. You could feel the tension building between the two of you. His words swirling around in your head. He never really got over you, just the same as you never got over him. He was the one you lost all those years ago and it didn’t seem like he was walking away without a fight. Not this time.

 “My hotel is just down the street. What do I have to do to convince you to come with me?” he smirked, brushing a stray piece of hair away from your face.

 “Depends,” you played. “What are we going to do?”

 “Nothing you aren’t comfortable with,” he said. “I just know I'm going to regret it if I don’t ask you.”

 His words were honest. For a second, you saw a glimpse of a boy you knew a long time ago. A boy who was willing to do anything to put a smile on your face. Deep down, you knew he was still in there. He had to be for people to talk about him the way they did. He was admired by everyone he worked with.

 “Alright,” you agreed, nodding your head.

 “I’m not expecting anything-”

 “I know,” you smiled.

 “So what was Minnesota like?” he asked, throwing his arm around your shoulder as you walked down the sidewalk.

 “Shitty,” you scoffed. “People aren’t that nice. After my first class at my new school, I went into the bathroom and cried. It was the first time I had no one and I was terrified. It’s why I came back to Texas. My mom was too busy with her new boyfriend to even notice.”

 “You didn’t make any friends?” he furrowed his brows.

 “No. Not a single one. I didn’t go to prom. I thought about skipping graduation,” you confessed.  “I never want to feel like that again.”

 “Anyone ask you to prom?” he cocked his head.

 “Yeah, one guy,” you shook your head. “Only because he thought I was a virgin and he wanted to up his score.”

 “Really?” he swallowed hard.

 “I told him I had a boyfriend with a huge dick and I wasn’t interested in contracting herpes,” you let out a laugh.

 “That’s my girl,” he smiled, pulling you in tighter to him.

 “What about you? How many girlfriends have you had since?” you poked his side playfully.

 “Three including you,” he answered. “I didn’t date anyone for a few years after you. I was about twenty when I started dating a girl who was a year younger and that lasted for about a year. She and I just didn’t click after sometime. Then a couple of years later, I met someone who was really cool. We dated for two years before calling it quits. I work too much and so did she. We were just better off without each other.”

 “Sucks when you work a lot in a different country,” you breathed out.

 “It does,” he agreed. “You dated anyone else?”

 “One guy in college for about three years,” you shared. “Justin. Turns out you can date someone for three years and not really know them all that well.”

 “Oh really?” he frowned, leading you into the front doors of the hotel.

 “Yeah,” you sighed. “I called you a king. Well this guy was more like a street rat in the end.”

 “Like Aladdin kind of street rat?” he joked playfully.

 “Shut up,” you giggled. “Worse. Aladdin at least had a good heart. He got the princess in the end. I’m talking about Jafar here!”

 “Fuck that guy,” he stated. “You deserve better than that.”

 “I had better than that,” you reminded him. “You ever think about what would have happened if my parents never split and I never would have left?”

 “Sometimes,” he admitted. “I always come to the same conclusion though.”

 “Which is?”

 “You hating me,” he revealed. “If you never left, we would have made it to graduation and I would have left for LA and it would have been a messy break up and you would have hated me. Or I would have accidently knocked you up and ruined your life and you would have hated me. Say that never happened, I work in a different country and the distance would have driven us apart and you would have hated me. No situation has a good outcome.”

 “You always were an overthinker,” you teased him.

 “So are you,” he chuckled.

 He led you over to the elevators on the right side of the hotel lobby. His arm was still around you, tucking you into him. You had a pretty good idea of what was going to happen as soon as you entered his hotel room. You knew his expectations were low, and you understood that. But god, did you miss him. You never really realized until his lips were on yours. Everything came flooding back to you. Suddenly, you were sixteen years old again and nothing had changed.

 “Jensen,” you whispered as soon as the elevator doors shut. He leaned over, pressing number twenty seven. “I could never hate you.”

 “Yeah, but you could not like me and that’s not something I want,” he admitted. “I’m going to be honest with you here. I know I’m a little off tonight. Not that you could tell, but I can.”

 “You’re a little clingy,” you joked, wrapping your arm around his waist.

 “My best friend got married two weeks ago,” he sighed. “I was one of his groomsmen at the wedding. I just see him with her and how happy they are, and when I did, the first thought that came to mind was you. I still think about you, more than I should. Maybe it’s because we never really split up for a bad reason. Both of us still had strong feelings for each other and we were ripped apart from each other. Then I saw you today, after looking for you for years, in Texas again and I - I just knew I had to take a chance.”

 Your mouth went dry at his words as the elevator doors dinged open on floor twenty seven. You didn’t know exactly what to think. Did he just miss you? Was this a mid life, I’m never going to settle down kind of thing? Was he just thinking of you because of what you had a million years ago. Jensen didn’t know the person you were now. He didn’t know what the last fifteen years of your life were like, and you didn’t know about his.

 But that didn’t mean that you didn’t miss him. After all, he was the only man you had ever loved. You were convinced he was the love of your life for the longest time.

 “W-which room?” you asked him.

 “End of the hall,” he pointed to the left.

 You stepped out first, holding out your hand for him to take. He ducked his head down, trying to hide his smile before slipping his hand in yours. His hands were rougher than you remember them being, and a little bit bigger. Engulfing yours in warmth. You could smile without him seeing. You didn’t want to give away the fact that you loved the feeling of his hand in yours again.

 “Here,” he stopped you, releasing your hand. You stood next to him, watching him slide the key into the door before the green light flashed. He opened up the door, motioning for you to walk inside.

 You could smell the cool hotel room air as soon as you stepped inside. The first thing you noticed was the big window on the other side of the room. It took up the entire part of the wall. The view was beautiful. It was nice to see Dallas from this perspective.

 You turned around, seeing Jensen standing behind you with his hands in his jean pockets. He was looking at you with a soft smile playing on his lips. Your eyes darted to the king sized bed in the middle of the room. He had his bag on the chair next to the bed.

 “So to continue on from what you said in the elevator,” you paused, “you’re in a bit of a dark place, huh?”

 “I was,” he admitted. “Then I saw you today. Randomly, out of the blue. You were just there.”

 “Coincidence,” you shrugged.

 “Or fate,” he swallowed hard.

 “Or fate,” you breathed out. You felt your heart rate picking up as you looked at him.

 “You haven’t changed much,” he said lowly. “You’re still kind, and caring. You still laugh at the same things. Back then, I thought you couldn’t get anymore beautiful. Until I saw you today.”

 “You age like fine wine yourself,” you smirked. “You’re taller, and more muscular.”

 “I grew up a bit,” he chuckled.

 “Still got your cute lil’ bowlegs though,” you giggled, taking a step towards him.

 “Shut up,” he let out a laugh. “God, I want to kiss you again.”

 “What’s stopping you?” You asked him, taking a seat on the end of the bed, looking up at him.

 “Overthinking,” he let out a dry chuckle.

 “Spill.”

 “I could kiss you,” he paused. “But then I know I’m going to want to do it over and over again. I don’t want to push you or make you uncomfortable. I don’t want to be the reason why we don’t talk again for another fifteen years.”

 “I think both of us are afraid of that,” you confessed. “But I’m also going into this prepared for that.”

 “So what are you saying?” He asked.

 “I’m saying we have tonight. Let’s just focus on that first,” you whispered. “We can go back to our lives after this.”

 “Can I at least grab your number before you leave?” he asked you.

 “I’ll think about it,” you played, getting up from the bed. “I have to say, it’s really good to see you again.”

 He stepped forward, slipping his hand around the small of your back. You felt your heart flutter in your chest at his touch, craving more of it. This time, you allowed yourself to hold him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You stood on your tiptoes, carefully pressing your lips to his in a hesitant kiss. His grip tightened on you, drawing you in closer as he kissed you back.

 Memories of the past came rushing back to you. Jensen was just a boy you were best friends with. The one you spent everyday with up until the day you left. You remember the day he kissed you for the first time like it was yesterday. Out in the park where you frequented. He sat at the end of the slide, waiting for you to come down one evening. It was just the two of you left. Everyone had gone home for dinner. He was so smooth and cute about it, which was one of the reasons why you fell so hard for him so quickly.

 Every moment from then on led up to now. You wanted this to be another addition to those memories. Your king making his way back to the castle for a moment. You knew it wasn’t going to be permanent and you were almost sure you could handle that, if it meant you had tonight with him.

 You parted your lips, deepening the kiss as your arms tightened around his shoulders. Every so often, his nose brushed against the side of yours. His tongue slipped across yours, and you could taste the beer he had with dinner earlier tonight. You want more of him. You wanted every part of him. His touch had heat pooling in your core. The smell of his cologne only entranced you more. You were headed down a path that you couldn’t turn back from. You weren’t sure you even wanted to.

 “Jensen,” you breathed out, pulling away just slightly, trying to catch your breath.

 “Too much?” he whispered.

 “No,” you shook your head. For a moment, you paused, not sure if this was something he was okay with. You wanted his touch, and you craved it. You didn’t know if it was okay the other way around.

 You released him from your hold. Your hands making their way to your jacket, quickly peeling it off. Jensen stood there, his eyes locked on your every move. In a moment of confidence, you tore your t-shirt over your head, dropping it to the floor. That confidence quickly fell away when you realized he had probably dated models, and seen so many beautiful women that were so much nicer to look at compared to you. God, what the -

 “You’re so damn beautiful, sweetheart,” he said softly. Just like that, one damn word and you were melting into again. He shrugged off his flannel shirt, letting it fall to the floor. He took the collar of his shirt, pulling it over his head, revealing his torso inch by inch. His stomach was soft, just like it was fifteen years ago, only now, he had grown into himself. He had a tiny trail of hairs leading down into his jeans, making you smile. He was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

 “Jensen,” you whispered, “you’re so handsome.”

 “I’m glad you think so,” he said with a nervous smile.

 “I do,” you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, reaching for the button on your jeans. His hand came up to yours, halting your movements.

 “Is this - are you sure?” he furrowed his brows.

 “For old times sake,” you winked. “Unless you don’t want to.”

 “Fuck,” he smiled, looking down. “For old times sake.”

 You continued to undo your pants while he worked on his own. This was definitely happening and you were more than okay with it. You felt that desire building inside you, and you needed to satisfy the itch. You needed him for so many reasons. He stood there in his black boxers. The outline of his cock making an appearance. He looked bigger now than he was back then.

  You stood there in your bra and panties, unable to take your eyes off of him. You could feel yourself dripping in your panties. God, you wanted him. You wanted to feel his length inside you again. You wanted to hear him come undone to you touch.

 “Do we need-”

 “I’m on the pill,” you told him, reaching behind your back to unhook your bra, letting one of the last articles of clothing fall to the floor. Jensen’s eyes never left your body.  You watched as his eyes darkened at the sight of you. His hands reaching for your body for the first time. You melted into his touch, letting your nerves simmer down.

  “So perfect,” he muttered under his breath. “I can’t keep my hands off you, and quite frankly, I don’t want to.” Your nipples hardened at the coolness of the air.

 You turned in his hold, facing him. His eyes roamed over your body, his bottom lip coming between his teeth. He had such an effect on you and quite frankly you couldn’t get enough now that you had started.

 You motioned for him to get on your bed and he did so quickly. You straddled his hips, your centre lining up with the bulge in his boxers. A tiny wave of pleasure coursed through you as you did. Your lips were on his in an instant, your tongue dancing with his. His hands held you tightly against him.

 Your heart was soaring in your chest as you kissed him. Your hands traced over every inch of exposed skin like it was the first time. You loved the way he felt beneath you. You loved the way you felt in his hold. It was calming, and warm. Jensen made you feel safe and there was no one in the world you could say made you feel that way and you were slowly starting to realize that.

 “Hmm Y/N,” he breathed out. You ground your hips against his, eliciting a groan from his lips. “I’ve gotta have you.”

 “Have me,” you muttered.

 “Yeah?”

 “I like this,” he mumbled.

 “You want me on top of you?” You played.

 “I want you anyway,” he growled.

   You climbed off of him, slipping your panties down your legs, leaving you completely exposed to him. His eyes hooded with lust and desire as he glanced over you. His smile was soft, and sincere as he did.

 You leaned down, dipping your fingers in the waistband of his boxers, dragging them down his legs. His cock sprang free, hitting his stomach with a soft slap. You smirked, throwing one leg over his lap once more. You took his cock in your hand, lining him up with your entrance.

 You pressed your forehead to his, looking into his gorgeous green eyes, eyes that you never thought you’d get to look into again. Now he was staring into yours, trying to learn you all over again.

 You sank down on his length, slowly letting him fill you up, stretching you in the most delicious way. The first thrust was always the best. The feeling of being one; of being so damn close to one another. Jensen took a sharp intake of breath, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. You saw how much they had darkened once he opened them. Your lips collided with his as he bottomed out inside you.

 His hands rested between your shoulder blades, pulling you in closer to him. You shifted, lifting your hips before sinking back down, creating a steady pace that worked for both of you. Jensen’s hands slipped down the length of your back, resting them on your ass to help you move on him.

 “Fuck Y/N,” he groaned, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass.

 “Jense,” you breathed out. You gripped his shoulders, bouncing a little faster on his dick. A thin layer of sweat began to bead along your skin.

 Jensen held you to him, shifting quickly. Your back hit the mattress. Jensen thrusted into you at a quickened pace. His entire weight was on top of you, adding to the pleasure he brought to you. His cock was dragging perfectly against your sweet spot, pushing you closer and closer to your breaking point. You could hear the tiny cries that escaped passed his lips as he drove into you. Your nails scrapped down his back, trying to pull him in even closer to you.

 His lips attached to the spot beneath your ear as his thrusts slowed down to almost teasingly slow. You let out a moan as he sucked down softly. The tiny hairs on the back of your neck stood up. He paid attention to you and what you liked. You carded your fingers through his hair, something you knew he liked.

 “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he mumbled into your neck.

 His thrusts picked up a little more. You could tell he was getting closer by the way he was breathing. His mouth was ajar, and his tongue just peaked passed his lips. He was fucking gorgeous before he came, and every other time really. But this was different. Not many people had seen this.

 “Jensen, I’m gonna-”

 “Go ahead,” he breathed out. “I’m right behind you.”

 “Come for me, Jense,” you urged him on, trying to keep up with his thrusts.

 Within a few thrusts, your walls were clenching around his cock, squeezing him as pleasure soared through you. Your body was shaking beneath him as you threw your head back against the mattress. Your fingers digging into his back once more. You couldn’t contain your moan, or any of the words that rolled off your tongue. He made you feel so damn good, and you didn’t want to hold back.

 Jensen wasn’t too far behind you. His thrusts became sloppy, and inconsistent. He tried to get as close to you as he could. His balls slapping against your ass. He came with a muffled cry of your name, spilling himself deep inside you. He slowed down, letting his orgasm run its course.

 He lay on top of you, trying to catch his breath. You continued to run your fingers through his hair, waiting for his breathing to even out. The second time was even better than the first and you were thankful it was. It was a nice moment between the two of you. Finally feeling him again like you had craved for years after you left.

 “Guess now I can cross have sex with an actor off my bucket list,” you breathed out with a chuckle.

 “Shut up,” he shook his head, grinning into your neck before shifting off of you. He withdrew himself from you, and you instantly felt the loss of him. He hopped off the bed, heading into the bathroom. Your eyes wandered down to his perky ass, watching as he walked away.

 He came back seconds later with a warm washcloth in his hand. He cleaned you up, just like he did the first time you did this together. You smiled at him. He was still that sweet boy you had known all those years ago.

 You made yourself comfortable on the bed, waiting for him to come back and join you. It was just after ten and you didn’t exactly want to leave at this time and make your way home by yourself. You didn’t know if you should stay the night.

 “At least this time I actually get to cuddle with you,” he chuckled. “You don’t have to sneak out the window to head home.”

 “Yeah, that was awesome,” you scoffed. “I wasn’t exactly expecting your brother to come home.”

 “Neither was I,” he shook his head. “C’mere.”

 You inched over to him, throwing your arm around his waist before intertwining your leg with his. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder before placing a kiss to the top of your head. You could feel yourself slowly unwinding from the day. You were up early to start your orders and didn’t stop until Jensen walked in just after you closed. You were exhausted.

 “You smell good,” he muttered, kissing your head once more.

 “So do you,” you yawned. “You also stink of sex.”

 “Get some sleep, sweetheart,” he said softly.

 Your eyes fluttered open to a dark room. The clock in the corner read four thirty six. You were in a hotel room. Shit, you were in Jensen’s hotel room. You glanced to the other side of the bed, finding Jensen laying there on his back. He was fast asleep.

 Guilt rushed through you. What were you doing here? Why were you still here with him? You knew you shouldn’t be. He was Jensen Ackles, an actor. He wasn’t your best friend anymore. He wasn’t that same small town boy you had fallen in love with all those years ago. He was a busy, hardworking man now. You were from two completely different worlds. He loved the idea of you and what your past was.

 You carefully slipped out of the bed, trying not to make any big movements that would wake him. You bent down, picking up each article of clothing, putting it back on. You were doing him a favour. You couldn’t be that girl he used to know. You couldn’t give up your dreams for a past dream.

 Tears pricked your eyes as you looked back at him. He was forever going to be the man you had fallen in love with. The one who treated you like a queen. You couldn’t be that for him now. He deserved better than that. He was simply confused and he saw you and thought of an easy way to get what he wanted.

 You tiptoed over to him, leaning over to him. You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before turning to head out. You never expected it to hurt so bad, but it did. Jensen was your happy thought in a world full of misery for two whole years. He was the one thing that got through to you when you felt like giving up.

 You slipped out of the hotel room, quietly shutting the door behind you. As soon as you got to the elevators, the tears slipped down your cheeks. It hurt. God, did it hurt. But you were leaving on good terms. You were leaving after a night of reminiscing and soft touches. A night filled with the same passion you had all those years ago. You wanted it to go that way. You wanted him to remember that about you.

 You took a taxi back to the shop, trying to keep your tears at bay at that time. You must have looked like a crazy person to the older man. Eyes red and puffy heading to a bakery at nearly five in the morning.

 It was just starting to drizzle when you stepped out of the cab after paying for your fare. You had your keys ready in your hand, opening up the door to your shop. Your biggest accomplishment. Everything you had in the small little shop was created by you. You built this. You worked your ass off for this and the way you felt at this very moment - it was like it meant nothing.

 You walked into the back of the building, heading up the stairs to get to your apartment located right above the shop. The only way you could keep the costs low. You opened up your apartment door, stepping inside. The second the door shut, the tears kept coming. You were doing the right thing, you reminded yourself. You were doing what was for the best.

 Monday morning came quickly. For the first time, you didn’t want to get out of bed and start the day. You didn’t want to go to work and you didn’t want to bake something. You just wanted to take a break. You wanted to go back to three days ago when Jensen wasn’t a thought on your mind. When he was just a public figure on the internet.

 You threw on a blue t-shirt and a comfortable pair of black pants. You weren’t bothering with makeup today. You were going to bake and that was it. No customers today. Your sole focus was making cupcakes for a birthday party and a few pies for orders. You could finish by one and go back up to your bed.

 “Morning, Y/N,” Victoria smiled at you, handing you your morning coffee.

 “Morning,” you smiled at her, reaching for your drink.

 “Rough weekend?” she smiled knowingly.

 “You have no idea,” you chuckled dryly. “I know I look like ass. If you and Melanie could keep a handle on everything out front. I don’t exactly want to scare customers away with my grudge look today.”

 “You look as beautiful as always. You’re just too hard on yourself,” she smiled. “We can take care of things no problem.”

 “Thank you,” you gave her a warm smile.

 You pulled some of the already prepared cookie dough from the fridge, placing them on three trays to begin filling things up out front. You had your cupcake batter on the go and your buttercream already mixing in the kitchen aid. The smell was starting to fill the kitchen, making you feel more at ease. This is what you were good at. This is what you loved to do.

 You poured the chocolate batter into the cupcake holders, adding in a little extra to have bigger cupcakes. It was for a girls birthday party. The buttercream was sitting in the mixer. A nice neon pink colour that was going to go well with the dark chocolate cupcake.

 “Hey Y/N,” Melanie poked her head back. “Someone is here asking about the open position.”

 “Oh really?” your ears perked up. “Uh well, send them back here and we’ll take it from there.”

 “Okay,” she beamed, turning away.

 You grabbed your measuring cylinder, placing your piping bag into it so you could get your buttercream ready for when the cupcakes were done. The timer for the cookies went off at the same time. In the corner of your eye, you caught a figure, which had to be the one inquiring about the position.

 “I’ll be right with you. I just have a lot on the go,” you told them, grabbing your oven mitts to take the three trays out of the oven. You had a cooling rack next to your oven, perfect for placing lots of products when they were done. “You’re interested in a baking position?”

 “Yeah,” the deep voice said. You almost stopped what you were doing. You were definitely expecting a female voice. “I’m only available Saturdays, and the odd Fridays. Depending on when I get off my other job and when I can fly in.”

 You turned around, taking a deep breath. Jensen was standing there with his hands in his pockets. He was clearly nervous. He looked about as good as you did, if you were being honest. His eyes were tired.

 “Y-you’re not actually interested in the position are you?” you swallowed hard.

 “I am,” he nodded. “I can’t bake to save my life but I'm interested.”

 “Jensen-”

 “Why’d you leave?” he asked you. “I woke up and you were just gone. No sign you had even been there.”

 “I can’t, Jensen,” you sighed in defeat, moving over to one of the stools by your counter.

 “Why not?” he questioned, taking his hands out of his pockets. “I told you I still have feelings for you-”

 “That’s not enough and you know it,” you licked your bottom lip, your eyes casting down. “Feelings don’t make a relationship work, especially not one between two people that barely know each other anymore. I get that your best friend getting married striked something in you and seeing me didn’t help. But I can’t be that girl for you, Jensen. I can’t drop everything I’ve worked for and that’s why it would never work. You’re an actor who works in a different country. I work six days a week here. Timezones, distance, insecurities, doubts, guilt, and god knows what else will come between us. It doesn’t matter if I still love you or not.”

 “Do you?” he asked lowly. “Still love me?”

 “Of course I do. I never stopped, ” you admitted. “But it’s not enough.”

 “I’m not asking you to give this up for me,” he said to you, taking a step closer to you. “I’m asking you to give me a chance.”

 “This isn’t because of everything is it?” you dared to ask.

 “This is because I love you and I never stopped,” he stated. “I’ll fly down every weekend I don’t work to take a Saturday shift and spend Sundays with you.”

 “N-no,” you shook your head.

 “Y/N, are those cookies done by chance?” Melanie asked sheepishly. “Sorry, I know you’re in the midst-”

 “Yeah, you can take one. They are hot though,” you told her.  She snuck passed you with the empty tray in her hand. She moved quickly, placing eight of them in their places before sneaking back out. The tension was growing in the room.

 “Why not, Y/N?” he sighed in defeat.

 “I can’t be the girl you want me to be, Jensen. I can’t walk red carpets with you and be in the public eye like you are. I can’t be the girl I once was,” you sniffled.

 “And I’m not asking you to be,” he declared. “All I want is you. You and whatever comes with you. Whatever shit you’ve been through, whatever it is. I’ll take it as my own. I just know that I love you and I haven’t felt my heart beat the way it has with you in a really long fucking time.”

 “You could have anyone -”

 “All I want is you,” he repeated. “Long days, phone calls, weekend flights. I’ll do it if it means I can be with you.”

 “I work six days a week,” you reminded him.

 “I’ll work Saturday’s,” he stated. “You’ve already seen me work.”

 “I live in a one bedroom shoe box apartment above this store,” you shared.

 “Is that your attempt to get me to change my mind,” he chuckled, taking the stool in front of you. He placed his hands on your legs, looking at you. “Nothing you can say will change my mind. I looked for you for ten years, Y/N. Now that I found you again, I’m not losing you.”

 “I don’t have money to fly to you,” you argued.

 “Don’t care. I’ve got frequent flyer points,” he smiled. “Anything else?”

 “I think I’m done now,” you admitted with a half smile. “For now.”

 “So do I have the job?” he cocked his head to the side.

 “Yeah,” you nodded. “You’re on probation though.”

 “Is it because I can’t bake?” he let out a laugh.

 “Yes. One hundred percent.”

 “Thank you,” he smiled. “But do me a favour?”

 “Anything,” you looked up at him.

 “Don’t ever leave me in the middle of the night like that again,” he breathed out, leaning over. He pressed his lips to your cheek.

 “Promise,” you agreed. “I gotta work now, darlin’.”

 “Put me to work, sweetheart. I can fit in a couple of hours before my flight,” he winked. “I’ll be back Friday night for three days.”

 “Good,” you beamed, holding your hand out for him to take. You helped him off the stool and led him over to the counter. You handed him an apron so he wouldn’t get his shirt dirty.

 “Hey Y/N,” Victoria smiled as she walked back into your work area. “Did we hire this one?”

 “Yeah,” you nodded with a wide grin. “For now.”

 “Good,” she smiled. “It’s about time you let someone in. Glad it’s heart eyes.”

 “Heart eyes?” Jensen furrowed his brows.

 “You gave me heart eyes when you saw me Saturday afternoon,” you teased him.

 “Crazy heart eyes,” she pointed out. “Break her heart and I’ll break your face.”

 “Victoria,” you said, wide eyed.

 “I don’t care who he is,” she narrowed her eyes at him playfully. “I can take on Dean Winchester.”

 “There’s an idea,” you muttered under your breath, turning back to your table.

 “What was that, sweetheart?” Jensen smirked.

 “Nothing, darlin’.”

 “Yeah okay,” he chuckled, leaning over to you, placing a sweet kiss on your lips. You smiled against him, finally allowing yourself to truly enjoy it for the first time. You really were childhood sweethearts. You only hoped that you became a couple that was destined to grow old together. Either way, you were glad you were entering this journey with Jensen by your side.

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Kid Of The Future (Chapter 5)

Mini-Series

Summary: After time traveling from the apocalypse in 2019, a surprise waits for Diego and Y/N as they arrive at Dallas, Texas circa 1960.

Pairing: Hargreeves x sibling!reader, Diego Hargreeves x reader

Word Count: 2.7k words

Warning: mention of violence, mention of sex, swearing

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'This is an easy fix, do I even need to spell it out?' Five blurted, getting frustrated about the plan of getting back to 2019.

'Yes, Five. I need you to spell out exactly what you mean because if so, that is so messed up.' I yelled at my kid brother. I knew what Five was implying when he said "it was an easy fix." I would never get rid of Bel and if Five tried anything, I would fight him.

Luther sighed, 'Guys can we please not fight about this again?'

'No. It's always Five bringing up bullshit that no one agrees on and he expects everyone to listen to him.'

'That kid doesn't even belong in our timeline. We cannot bring her to 2019. We barely escaped that apocalypse, I'm not going through that shit again Y/N.'

'So you think I'm going to trade off my baby to the psychopath? You must really be crazy Five.'

Allison jumped in, 'I agree with Y/N. You out of everyone knows what The Handler is capable of. Do you really want to hand off an innocent kid to her?'

'Do you know why she wants her? For her to be so desperate to hand us a briefcase? The kid can be some assassin from the future that The Handler wants.'

'More reason for me to keep Bel.' I crossed my arms, 'Maybe she became an assassin because you decided to hand her to The Handler and she's seeking revenge.'

Klaus nodded, 'Y/N makes a great argument Five. I'm sorry but I don't think it's a good idea to give sweet Bel away.'

Groaning loudly, Five balled his fists. 'You imbeciles are so.... ugh.'

'So if The Handler wanted Deloris in exchange for the briefcase, you're saying it's okay?' I raised my eyebrows, watching my brother's response.

Luther laughed but immediately stopped as Five glared at him. 'So how do we plan to go back to 2019?'

Allison licked her lips, holding in her laugh as she made eye contact with me. Honestly, I didn't think convincing Five would be so easy. I should've thought Deloris was the key to breaking him.

'You take me with you to the Commission. Simple as that.'

'Woah, woah.' Diego jumped in, 'Just the two of you? Are you crazy?'

'No, I'm not.' I turned back to Five, 'So what do you think?'

Vanya cocked her head, 'Is this really safe? Shouldn't we all go together and help each other?'

'Ah, no offense Vanya but taking you would be a terrible idea considering the fact that you ended the world in 2019.' Luther flashed an awkward smile.

Five, Allison and Diego groaned in sync, Klaus hitting Luther on his forearm. 'You dummy! Why would you bring that up?'

'Guys, it's fine.' Vanya smiled, 'Let's just figure out a safe and effective way to go back without turning Bel away.'

I smirked, clapping my hands cheerfully. 'Don't worry, I have a plan. Five will love this.'

He rolled his eyes, 'Ugh. Can't wait to hear it.'

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Diego walked in the room after putting Bel to sleep in her room, sighing as he sat on the bed next to where I was laying down. 'Are you up?'

Turning around to face him, I nodded. 'Yeah.'

'Ah.' Diego scooted a little bit closer to me, biting his lips as he figured out what words to say next. 'Uhm, I'm sorry about yesterday.'

'What do you mean?'

'The things I said before you left to the alley.'

My eyes immediately shifted away from him, embarrassed about what I told him while I was intoxicated. I wish that I could take whatever I said back to him, I hated the awkward tension between us.

'Don't know what you're talking about but don't worry about it.' Pretending that I was too drunk to remember, I tried to brush everything off.

'It's not okay because I was lying, Y/N.' Diego looked down, started to fiddle with the bed sheets. 'I care about you, a lot. I was too scared to talk to you because I didn't know how you felt. I honestly thought it was just a casual thing between us, or at least I thought that's how you felt about me.'

That was a surprising thing to hear, thinking that the response I got from him yesterday at the salon was the truth. I didn't think that Diego would think of me as more than a friend, despite the things we did.

I've always assumed everything we've done was just casual, I tried so hard to suppress my feelings I had for him.

'I thought that you thought the same thing. I'm sorry I brought it up out of nowhere last night. It had been a while since I had alcohol.'

'No, no.' He softly grabbed my forearm, it was a comfort touch that I loved from him. 'I'm kind of glad you did. If you hadn't, I don't think I'd had the guts to tell you all of this right now.'

Smiling at him as he rubbed on my arm, I sat up next to him. 'Well, thank you for telling me.'

Diego nodded, softly smiling at me and enjoying my touch. 'Please be careful tomorrow when you go out with Five. I don't even know who this woman is but she sounds dangerous.'

'I'll be fine, I promise.'

He nodded, 'Uhm, you still don't want me to come with you guys?'

'Five and I will be just fine on our own. Don't worry. Besides, the less of us we have will be better. We're trying not to draw attention to ourselves.'

Diego seemed unconvinced, he always worried about things he didn't know what to expect. Especially with this mystery lady that Diego knows nothing about, I knew he was scared.

'Stop, don't think about it.' I scooted towards him, rubbing my hand on his forearm as I tried to calm him down.

He looked me in my eyes and slowly came closer, leaning into me as he cupped my cheek with his hand. I leaned closer, our lips touching as I gently started to kiss him.

'Daaaaad, the aliens are coming after me!' Bel's scream echoed through the entire apartment, I wouldn't be surprised if our neighbors heard her.

'Mood killer.' Diego sighed as he pulled away. As I giggled, he rolled his eyes. 'I bet you're happy she started calling for me instead of you. She needs to start calling for her mama.'

'Very happy.' I grinned, 'I've been waiting for this day where I don't have to get out the bed after her screams.'

Diego got up lazily, 'Someday when I get old, I'm gonna keep calling her name every ten minutes for her to come get me too.'

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Crouching down as soon as Five helped me get to The Commission, he looked around nervously. I knew that he was some sort of legend around here, helped them assassin many people in the past to fix the timeline and what-not.

'The Handler's gone in the 50s but she could be back anytime. I'll leave to go get the suitcase while you switch up to The Handler and you try to distract them from me. Please for the love of Deloris, don't leave her office. We can't be caught.'

'Speaking of.' I pulled up a mask, handing it to my brother as I smiled. 'Your famous self can cover up with this.'

It was a mask that fairly looked like the ones ChaCha and Hazel wore, except it was a bunny and I honestly thought it would look good on him.

'The fuck do I look like wearing that?' Five looked disgusted. 'I'm not wearing that thing.'

'Yes, you are. If they find you, this is over. We are never going back home.'

Five decided to ignore me and change the subject. 'Why don't you turn into The Handler first and maybe I'll wear that mask.'

'Ew, she reeked of strong perfume and I'd rather just wait. Besides, I asked you first.'

'Okay, I asked you next.'

'Five, please don't play with me.'

He squinted his eyes, 'You wanna be childish, I'll act like you so you know how annoying it is.'

'I swear Fi-'

The sound of the door nob startled us both, not expecting anyone to come into her office especially without knocking. That queued me to morph into The Handler quickly, rehearsing how she sounded like in my head so I wouldn't be caught by these people.

'Oh, mom. So glad you're back from the trip.' A girl, probably the same age as us Hargreeves, ran up to hug me. She pulled away and looked over next to me. 'Who's this midget?'

I looked over and saw Five wearing the mask I got him. I smiled at myself softly, happy that Five decided to wear it. I knew he didn't have a choice but the fact that he took the mask over running away into thin air made me feel like I did something right.

'Ah- my new recruit. Trying to find him the perfect partner for this new mission I have lined up.'

The girl stared at him, 'Nice to meet you.'

Five just stood still, possibly staring back at her too. I figured he didn't speak because she would've figured out who he was as soon as she heard his voice, so I didn't force anything on him.

'Ah, not much of a talker. Such a professional assassin move.' She grinned and looked back at me. 'Speaking of assassins, why don't you take me to the mission with him. I can be his partner.

'Uhm, no. You can't go.'

The girl groaned, 'Why? I'm old enough you know? You trained me since I was a child for stuff like this and you're not even letting me use my talent. Instead it's always "Lila do this stupid thing" and honestly I'm so bored now.'

'You know I just care about you, right Lila?' I'm so glad she said her name because I was panicking not knowing what else to say. 'You're too important to me and I just can't risk that.'

'Whatever, mom. I asked to go to the Hargreeves mission with you and you didn't let me go so I know that's bull.'

In my mind I was screaming, I wanted this girl to leave so we can get the briefcase and get out of here. 'Five isn't a priority right now and frankly, he's a harmless boy. It was a quick job and I didn't need another person with me.'

'Not Five, Belinda Hargreeves. You told me you'd take me with you and you just left me, knowing I was asleep. Why would you do that, I was so excited to take her down.'

She must be talking about the night The Handler visited me, I thought to myself. The stories were slowly lining up. 'Well, she's just a baby. I figured I didn't have to wake you up and I'd just take care of her myself.'

'Just a baby? Mom, you wouldn't shut up about her being this next big thing The Commission needed and now she's just a baby to you?'

'I think you'll best fit that position anyway. Maybe it's time for us to move on from that.'

Lila chuckled, 'You're kidding me right? This kid has like one of the best powers I've seen. Even the Hargreeves siblings don't have that much talent. You really want to turn that down now?'

It was hard to contain my confused and my urge to beat this girl up. It annoyed me that Lila was talking about my daughter as if she was some experiment, and now she's talking about her having some powers. The frustration didn't help either when I had to stay in character.

'Are you sure that's Belinda Hargreeves we're talking about? That harmless looking baby? Surely we're talking about some other kid.'

'Mom, you clearly need sleep or you're doing drugs or something because you really don't sound right. We need her here, that was your saying. Literally, last night you told me that and now you're changing your mind?'

'There's just things in mind I need to consider before I take that route.'

Lila laughed, 'Okay mom. Whatever it is, I hope you make the right decision for us.'

'Yeah sure.'

She shook her head as she slowly walked to the door. 'You are acting a little weird so I'll leave you to it mom. Take a nap, rethink it. I'm sure you'll change you mind again.'

'I can't believe this.' I heard shuffling from behind as the door shut behind Lila. 'All that girl said was true, the powers and everything.'

Quickly rushing next to Five with doubt still on my mind, I snatched the file from his hand.

Everything about her was there; Her name, her birthdate and birthplace. All the information I knew nothing about was here in my face.

'October 1st, 1989...' I mumbled as I continued to read the rest of her file. 'Sh-she has powers. I-I don't understand.'

'So technically Bel's our sister.' Five blurted, 'How did she get to the 60s with us?'

None of what Five was saying was sinking into my brain. The reason why The Handler was hunting me and my family down made sense, how Bel was probably going to end up being their next soldier that does their dirty work.

Five looked over at me, realizing that I was having a hard time processing everything. 'Y/N, don't worry. We will figure this out, okay? We won't abandon her, I promise.'

'But she's one of us. She somehow ended up in our hands and now-' I was trying to put all the information in my head and tried to make sense out of this.'

'Y/N, Y/N. Breathe, it's okay. The Handler doesn't know that we know, we're one step ahead of her. It's perfect.' Five nodded his head. 'We have the upper hand and we can get rid of her before she tried to her Belinda.'

It was nice to see this side of Five, especially when I was freaking out about this huge news. Even thought it was a bit weird. I turned to Five, 'Why are you being nice to me?'

'Honestly, it's hard given the fact that you look like that.' He chuckled lightly, looking me up and down in my "The Handler costume." 'You seemed to grow fond of her and knowing The Handler, I don't know what she's going to do to her. I've worked with her my whole life and I didn't even know she had a daughter.'

I raised my brows, 'Wow. How brotherly of you.'

'You know, I try but you all are annoying and stupid for me to care sometimes.'

'And there's the brother that we all know and love.'

He rolled his eyes, 'Bel is going to outsmart all of you guys. Not to mention she has ecokinesis.'

'Sounds like you're obsessed with this child now.' I smiled, 'I love that you love her.'

'Whatever helps you sleep at night, Y/N.'

I looked at Five and smiled, it was unbelievable to almost impossible that our beloved brother had sympathy for how I was handling this news. 'Thanks Five, really. Don't know what I'll do if I lost her.'

'You won't, you got us now to have your back.'

'Are you really Five or are you a shapeshifter too?'

'Just trying to be nice, for once.' Five's smile went away as he became serious. 'But if you tell anyone about this, I'll figure out a way to send you to a different dimension.'

I laughed lightly, nudging my brother as he got to leave. 'I try to keep the secret to myself.'

Despite Five's thoughtfulness and caring words, I was scared. Even with my family by my side, the reality was that Bel didn't belong here either. Not only was Belinda warped from 1989 for some odd reason but The Handler really wanted to get her, as if she had something planned for her.

Nothing was making sense, starting from the reason why she was out of her timeline but none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was keeping my child safe from that freak.

No matter what it takes, I was determined to protect my daughter. Nothing was going to stop me.