#Just wanted to put out a warning because I just went on a reblogging spree sooo

[nirby-wirby]

to my mutuals: just so you’re aware, if you start scrolling rn you’re about to see a whole bunch of reblogs from my latest obsession

[soshiharin]

better than this

summary: in which harin has her first solo concert

set: 23 feb 2024

word count: 2.4k

warnings: mention of food

an: words in bold are english. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐

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“Thank you for coming, my darlings,” Harin spoke into the microphone as the band continued playing the instrumental of Underwater. “Bye,” she sang, waving goodbye as the hydraulic stage lift went down.

When she reached the bottom, she hopped off the lift, taking out her in-ears. She could still hear the crowd cheering as she was guided backstage by a staff member. Upon reaching her dressing room, her team started chanting her name over and over.

“Oh, stop, no,” she pleaded, covering her face in embarrassment. “Please, no. My ears are ringing.”

“Congratulations, noona,” her manager, Iseul, said, passing her a bottle of water. “I’ve been monitoring reactions, and everyone only has positive things to say. They said it was really warm even though the temperature was in the negatives.”

“Oh, really? That’s a relief.” She nodded, taking a sip of her water. “It’s a bit cold today. I told them to dress warmly,” she said, referring to her fans, “but some of them prioritise their outfits over their safety.”

“It’s because they know your outfits are always stunning,” her hairstylist, Anna, told her. “Especially when you style them.”

She nodded, accepting the container of fruit that was handed to her. “Well, there’s nothing I can do about that. I’m just a fashionista,” she jokingly complained with a sigh as she opened the container. “But–” she popped a grape into her mouth– “I have to go to the waiting room and go meet people now.” She groaned, shaking her head. “I’m so tired.”

“The dancers are saying they want to go out and drink,” Yujun, her stage manager, said. “Everybody’s thinking of going to a BBQ restaurant.”

Harin stared at him blankly. “Energy… How do you guys still have energy?” She asked, everyone laughing at her reaction. “Aren’t you tired?”

“We’re not that tired. We just want to celebrate the first concert.”

“You guys are so strong, I’ll see how I feel about that after seeing everybody,” she said, “but if I don’t go, then I’ll give you my credit card.”

Everybody cheered at Harin’s offer, causing her to roll her eyes as she left the room. As she walked to the waiting room, she greeted and thanked the staff members that she passed on her way. Walking into the room, she saw her members chatting on the couch.

“Oh, hello,” Harin greeted, pretending to be shocked to see them, putting her container on a nearby table.

Seohyun stood up and started running to her older member. She hugged her tightly, picking her up, and spinning her around. “Unnie!” She cheered, not noticing how Tiffany was recording their interaction. “You’re so pretty,” she complimented after she put Harin down.

“Thank you.” Harin brushed her fingers through her hair.

Yuri snapped her fingers in Harin’s direction. “Why are your outfits so nice? Let me shop in your closet.”

Harin laughed, shocked by Yuri’s request. “No!”

Tiffany nodded, having stopped recording. “You should just arrange a day for us to pick out what we like.”

“When unnie’s on tour, someone will need to watch your closet,” Yoona added, “so, I can keep an eye on it for you. I… will bravely volunteer to take on that burden for you.” She raised her hand as if she were being sworn in, suddenly speaking formally.

“Can you shut up?” Harin politely requested. “You’re not getting a shopping spree in my closet.”

“But, unnie, where did you get the clothes for this concert?” Seohyun asked, playing with Harin’s jacket.

“Uh, I designed the first two dresses, and the others are from different brands,” Harin said. She was known to occasionally design her outfits for music videos and award shows.

“You should design me a new closet, unnie,” Seohyun pleaded, holding Harin’s hand.

“Leave me alone,” Harin groaned. “Just buy nice clothes.”

“Then you have to come with us when we go shopping,” Yuri told her, talking with her hands and causing the paper bag on her wrist to shake.

“Or,” Tiffany began, “just start a fashion brand so we can buy that.”

Harin stared at her members silently. “You guys want me to always be working, jinja.”

“Oh! Unnie’s annoyed,” Yoona teased, pointing at her member. “She’s saying ‘jinja’ now.”

Yuri handed Harin the bag in her hand. “I brought you wine.”

Harin gulped, trying to swallow the wave of nausea that overcame her. “These days, just thinking about alcohol makes me want to throw up.”

“Oh, really? Well, I can take it off your hands seeing as it was so expensive,” Yuri joked, pretending to take the bag. “Just invite me to your house so we can drink it together.”

“Okay,” Harin agreed easily.

“I also brought you something!” Seohyun exclaimed excitedly, rushing to the couch to fetch a white paper bag. “These are so tasty.”

Harin accepted the bag, sighing when she saw what was inside. “I need to stop getting my hopes up when you give me things.”

“Why? What is it?” Tiffany asked, trying to peek inside the bag.

Harin pulled out a packet of dried mango with a straight face. “This… Thank you, Seohyun-ah.”

“You can snack on these after your shows,” the youngest said, tapping the packet. “I bought them according to your tastes.”

“I was expecting junk food.”

Yoona scoffed, crossing her arms. “Why would you expect that from Seohyun?”

“Because I’m an idiot,” Harin said matter-of-factly. “I’m an idiot that forgot Seohyun only eats fruit.”

“But it’s just one packet, so it’s fine,” Yuri commented.

“Yah, this packet is the smallest one here,” Harin told her member. “This packet that’s as big as my chest is the smallest one here.”

“Ah… Seohyun-ah, there’s nothing much I can say.” Yuri shrugged.

“I came empty handed,” Tiffany said with a pout. “I’m sorry. I was going to get flowers, but if I did, I’d run late.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Just you being here is fine,” Harin comforted her.

Seohyun began to rock back and forth on the balls of her feet. “Let’s take photos!” She cheered.

The members then took photos with Harin for the next five minutes, joking in between. A couple of them were chosen to be posted on the members’ social media, only the ones that everyone liked.

“Yoona, your man is here,” Harin told her member as she was gathering her stuff to leave.

“My man? Who?” Yoona asked, putting her jacket back on.

“Timothée-ssi.”

All the members watched as Yoona gasped, basically falling over. “He’s here?”

“The cast of Dune is here, I was told.”

Yoona suddenly got very close to Harin, holding her hands in hers. “Unnie, I’ll never ever again in my life ask you for something, if you can do me one favour. Please get me an autograph, please. I’m begging you.”

“You’re not even on your knees,” Yuri teased.

“Unnie, please.”

“Okay. Now go home,” Harin said.

“I’m trusting you, unnie,” Yoona said as Seohyun began to drag her out.

“Bye, Harin-ah!” Tiffany shouted, ignoring Yoona’s pleads.

Harin waved as they all disappeared behind a corner. “Bye, my loves.”

As she returned her attention to her bowl of fruit, she could still hear the hustle and bustle from the stadium. A lot of staff members were buzzing about, clearing up all equipment so that they could leave.

“Wah, Rinha!”

She heard Jaesuk exclaim from behind her. Turning around, she saw the MC, along with Dongwook, Sangbeom, and Seho.

“Yes,” she simply said.

Sangbeom gave her a hug. “For someone so lazy, you have a lot of stamina.”

“I’m an idol. Didn’t you know?”

“I didn’t,” he teased.

Dongwook hung to the back of the small group, his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “It’s so cold,” he groaned.

“You just like to complain,” Jaesuk scolded his member.

Harin nodded along, eating a small piece of pineapple. “That’s true.”

Dongwook chuckled. “You too?”

“Why not?” She shrugged.

They all laughed, Seho’s laughter being stiffer than the others, which Jaesuk noted.

“Why are you so tense?” He asked, pointing at his friend.

“No, no,” Seho denied, “I’m not.”

“Your fist is red from how hard you’re squeezing it,” Dongwook commented, reaching over to steal some fruit from his wife. “Be mindful of your circulation.”

“My circulation is fine, though,” Seho said, flexing his hand and showing it to everyone. His hand was still red, but was slowly going back to its natural colour. “See?”

“Why are we all staring at hyung’s hand?” Sangbeom asked.

“I don’t know either,” Harin said. She clicked her fingers at Dongwook and he passed her the water bottle that he was holding. She took a few gulps as the men continued to talk about Seho’s hands. “Are you still here because you want a photo?” There was no malice behind her question and she knew that they knew, the light chuckles told her everything.

“My daughter said I absolutely needed to take a photo with you,” Jaesuk told her.

“Hyung, why didn’t you bring Naeun with you?” Dongwook asked. “The concert doesn’t even end that late, it’s only–” he checked the time on his phone– “nine o’clock.”

“I was going to bring her with me, I had the tickets already, but she suddenly got sick at the beginning of this week,” he told them. “She was so upset when she realised she wouldn’t be feeling well enough to come.”

“There’s still the next one. At the end of the tour,” Harin mentioned.

“I got tickets for that one!”

“Am I the only one that had a stressful experience getting tickets?” Seho asked, causing Dongwook to laugh. “The tickets flew away so quickly.”

“He texted me, ‘Hyung, has it always been this hard to get tickets?’ and I just replied, ‘How would I know?’” Dongwook said. “It’s not like I regularly go to concerts.”

“You’re a homebody,” Sangbeom commented.

“The two are perfect for each other.” Jaesuk pointed at Harin and Dongwook. “They both like being at home.”

Harin nodded. “So, we’re not taking any photos?”

Jaesuk chuckled, “She’s not interested in this conversation.”

“Hyung, you two are the only ones interested in this conversation.” Sangbeom pointed at him and Seho.

The group took photos with Harin, Seho stiffly took his. Jaesuk clapped his hands.

“Okay, it’s time for me to tell Naeun everything that happened in detail. I should get going now,” he said. “Your performance was amazing. Right, Hose?”

“It showed why she’s the top performer, hyung,” he quickly answered, nodding enthusiastically. “Really. She’s the top class, there’s no one as–”

“This is uncomfortable even for me,” Sangbeom said. “Let’s just say goodnight.”

Dongwook sat down on one of the couches as his friends said their goodbyes, Seho’s being the quickest out of the bunch. They all left soon after, saying another round of goodbyes.

Harin turned her attention to her husband, who was running his hands through his hair.

“You coming home later?” He asked, voice so quiet she could barely hear him.

She nodded. “Everyone wants to go get BBQ,” she told him, “so I think I’ll go with them for a bit and then go home.”

“Okay. I’ll see you later then.” He stood up, squeezing her hand as he left. To others, his behaviour might have seemed cold, but she knew he was acting professional, as they both agreed.

More guests popped in to say hi to Harin after that — some close friends, some acquaintances she’s never really spoken to. Many of them brought gifts with them — most of them brought food, and Harin tried her best to swallow past the lump in her throat that threatened to come out. She accepted each and every one, making sure to thank them for coming.

She was just about ready to leave with the staff when she was informed that she had one more group of guests. Four people timidly walked around the corner – two men and two women.

“Hi,” Harin greeted, getting up from the couch as she smiled politely.

“Hi,” the shortest of the four responded, her voice raspy. “Your concert was amazing!”

“Z kept singing along as if she knew the lyrics,” a scrawny man with dark brown hair told her, pointing at the woman standing next to him.

She watched the brunette woman laugh. “I knew the vibes, I knew the aura, okay?”

“She was adding songs to her playlist during the concert,” the man said.

Harin chuckled, glancing over the group of people. By the power of deductive reasoning, she had already managed to identify them. “Well, thank you.”

“I heard that some of the songs you performed haven’t been released yet. So, I just wanna find out when they will be,” the brunette, Zendaya, inquired.

Harin chuckled. “Um, I don’t know. I’m only performing them to see if I like them enough to release them, so… just cross your fingers.

“Okay, but the song about knowing each other’s love languages, that one’s definitely…?”

“We’ll see.” She shrugged.

“Okay, okay. I respect it!” Zendaya laughed. “I’ll just be patient.”

The man who had been yet to speak, Austin, nodded. “Patience is a virtue.”

“Do you know what I just realised?” The short woman, Florence, asked. “The three of us–” she pointed at herself, Zendaya, and Harin– “were in the MCU. I don’t know anything about our future’s in the franchise, but… fun observation.”

“Lovely.” Harin nodded. “Um, are you– Do you want a photo, or?”

“Oh, of course,” the scrawny man, Timothée, said. “Photo or it didn’t happen, right?”

Austin pulled out his phone and placed it on a table, putting on the selfie timer. Everyone put their arms around each other and smiled as the photo was taken. After their photo was taken, Harin handed Timothée a piece of paper and a pen, asking him to give an autograph for Yoona. When he was done, the Dune cast walked out, saying goodbye and congratulating Harin once more.

Harin sighed as she walked back to her changing room. She changed out of her concert outfit and into sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“Are we all ready to go?” She asked Iseul when she emerged from her changing room.

He nodded, handing her a bottle of water. “Yes. They’re already at the restaurant.”

“Okay. Let’s go.”

Harin spent forty minutes with everyone, celebrating the first day of the tour. She made sure to pay for everything they had ordered — and everything they would possibly order after she had left. She took a taxi home and just about melted into her bed when she got under the covers.

“Congrats on your concert,” Dongwook sleepily mumbled.

Harin chuckled lightly. “Thank you.”

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Cross-Checked ~ Chapter 15

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!. 

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world., 

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again? 

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...

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Chapter 15 ~ Unexpected

Andy 

Week 26 

We’ve been at Boston General for a few hours. The doctor immediately checked Leia in and hooked her up to a couple of machines. She was doing everything she could to remain calm, but the tears wouldn’t let up.  I am so angry at Monica for this. Why that woman can’t just be happy for her kids is beyond me.  It's times like these where I miss my mom. While she would have been skeptical because of the how, she knew the why and that would have been all that mattered. She loved Leia and knew about my unrequited love for her. She would have been thankful for our love and for her granddaughter.  

Fuck Monica for ruining this.  

Once the machines were one, we heard the best sound in the world: the fetal heart monitor. I swear there is not a sweeter sound than my daughter’s heartbeat. Hearing it nice and strong gave me the strength to let go of my anger and concentrate on my family. I was flooded with relief until I saw the tears streaming down her beautiful face. “Sweetheart?” 

“I thought I hurt her,” she cries. She leans her head into me, and I hold her. She sobs for a while, soaking my shirt with her tears. I do my best to soothe her, running my hand over her hair, kissing her head, reassuring her. “My queen, our princess is good.  She’s healthy and growing.” She hiccups as she starts to calm down.  

“Where is Luke?” 

“I think he went for a coffee. Let me find him. I will be right back.” I kiss her forehead and smile before I head out.  I know where Luke is. He texted me a few minutes ago and I know I need to help him before he goes on a spree. 

“Kyle, my sister has been admitted for monitoring and you want to excuse her behavior.... I don’t care. She has been so selfish when it comes to us... I get that you love her and she’s your wife, but she’s been our mother longer... if she is not going to apologize then she is not welcomed. I will not have her upset my sister when it puts her and my niece in danger.” He ended the call and looked at me with a fire, but it was mixed with sadness.  “She doesn’t think she did anything wrong.”  

My best friend looks defeated.  He should have been on a high, coming back from his first all-star game. Instead, he had to deal with his mother. “I’m sorry, brother. What can I do?” 

He shakes his head, not sure of the words to say. He looks up at me and his eyes are rimmed with tears. “I feel like I lost both my parents now.” A single tear falls, and I pull him into a hug. He sobs because I know, this is hard for him. He wants to be strong for Leia so I gave him this. 

“Let it out, buddy, its ok.  Just you and me, alright. Be weak here so you can be strong out there.” I just hold him, and he calms.  

“What did the doctors say?” He wipes the wetness from his eyes.  

“We can hear the baby. A nice strong heartbeat. I don’t know what the tests say yet. We’re waiting for the doctor to tell us but really Leia just wanted to know that she was ok.”  

Before Luke can say anything else, a nurse comes in. “Mr. Barber, Mr. Andrews?” 

“Yes?” 

“Miss Andrews asked if you could come in. The doctor wants to go over the results.”  

I nod and we make our way back to Leia’s room. I see her sitting up, rubbing her hand over her belly. I sit next to her on her bed and kiss her head. Luke takes his place standing on the other side of the bed. The doctor looks at his notes before he begins. “Leia, I talked to Dr. Sheppard, and we think we need to make some changes.”  

“Changes?” She squeaked.  

“Modified bed rest.  You don’t need to be in bed, but we would like you to rest as much as possible. No more highly stressed events, working, anything like that.”  

I frown. “She has to stop working?”  

“It would be recommended. Now, I know you are no longer flying but I would avoid traveling as much as possible. More time on the couch, baths, naps are recommended, until at least the 34th week.  By that time, the baby is much more developed and can be safely delivered.”  

“Ok,” she whispers. “Anything else?” 

“Plenty of fluids, maintain your diet, and we should get you to the home stretch. Eight weeks, ok. You will have weekly check ins now so we can check your blood pressure and we get a peek at Baby but otherwise, you are lady of leisure from now on.”  

“Thanks Doc,” I say. He leaves the room, and a nurse comes in. “I’m gonna get your discharge paperwork so we can get you home.”  

“Well, this sucks,” Leia says as she leans her head back. “I don’t know what I am going to do. I mean the Bruins said that if I had to go on early maternity leave, it wouldn’t be a problem but with my business...” 

“Why not hire someone to step in?” Luke says. “You could get one of the assistants to help you and maybe you can video conference for the really big meetings.”  

“You’re a genius, Lukey!” Leia wraps her arms around her brother. It's one problem solved until I remember we have a lot of road games coming up.  Our schedule had been home heavy until recently and now we need to hit the road.  

“What about when we are gone?” I ask. “Can Miranda stay with her?” 

“I don’t think it will be a problem. She works from home,” Luke says. “We’ll make sure you are taken care of Cubby, don’t you worry.”  

Week 27 

I’m packing my bag for the next road trip as my queen sits up in bed, reading a book.  “Whatcha reading, beautiful?” 

“Just a romance,” she says distractedly.  

“Oh yeah?” Now this piqued my interest. Leia has an affinity for dirty romances.  She thinks I don’t know this, but she’s left a couple of her books laying around and I got curious a couple of times.  Let me tell you, it has given me a few ideas for when she is no longer pregnant, and I can bend her body at my will. I glance at my watch and determine that I have some time.  

“Mmhmm.” She is deep in the story that she doesn’t see that I’m pulling off my shirt. I grasp her ankle and pull her down the bed. She squeaks and then moans as I run my hands up her legs. She’s just wearing one of my shirts and panties, making her look scrumptious. As I pull her down, the shirt rides up, exposing her belly and stopping right below her breasts. “Andy...” 

“Yes, darling?” I start to kiss around her belly, giving my daughter some kisses before I take her mom. I can feel her push against the skin, and I smile. Then I travel south, hearing Leia’s breath hitch at the sensation. “A problem, my love?” 

“N-no,” she replied as her body arched when my lips touched her clit. It was beautiful to see her so sensitive, responsive to every touch. I wasn’t rough with her. Every lick, every suckle, every kiss was soft and sweet, and it drove Leia wild. “Andy,” she cried, “more, please!” 

“Do you know how much I love feasting on you? Tasting you, owning you. This is my favorite place in the whole world.” I opened her up with my thumbs and drank her up. “God, why do you taste so good?” 

She whimpered and thrashed. I placed my hands on her hips to hold her steady. I lapped up and down, not wanting to stop until I felt her come apart.  I had asked the doctor if sex would be bad for her and the baby.  The doc had chuckled and said it would actually relax her more. I would be a bad partner and father if I didn’t do everything I could to make sure they were relaxed until she arrived.   

She began to chant my name as I worked faster but not harder. I was going to be on the road for the next twelve days so this was going to have to last for me. She could barely reach my head with her finger to pull me closer to her. I finally obliged and let my finger slide into her. She moans and I work her slit between my lips.  “C���mon baby, let me have it.”  

She cried out as her climax washed over her, her pussy pulsing around my fingers. I could live in between her thighs. I worked her through her peak and slowed as I felt her body relax. “Andrew Steven Barber, you are trying to kill me.”  

“I would never do that sweetheart. Just needed something to remember you by while I’m alone on the road.” I crawled up to lay next to her and moved her hair out of her face.  She smiled softly before giving me a kiss.  I knew she was tasting herself, which is a move I find sexy as hell. She palmed my erection through my jeans, and I moaned. “Fuckkkk.” 

“So big,” Leia coos as she undoes my jeans and reaches into my boxer briefs. I head lulls back as she pumps my cock, making it harder. “I wish I could suck you off.” She pouts at me, but she knows the rules. Being on her knees is not good for her or the baby.  

“I know, baby.” I kiss around her neck and whisper to her, “tighter.” She grips me tighter, the added pressure mimicking her tight pussy. “Just like that,” I rasp.  

“Andy, I need you,” she moans. I’m quick to lay down and pull her onto my lap. She centers herself and slides down my erection with ease. “Oh my god,” she rolls her head back in a moan.  

“Just let me do the work, my queen.” I grip her hips and move her up and down my shaft as I pump my hips up to meet hers. Her breast bounce in front of my face and I can help but lick them as they move.  She keens at the sensation, her hands gripping my abs.  

It's not enough. I know I can feel how she wants it, harder and deeper. I carefully twist her onto her back, making sure I don’t put weight on her belly. I wrap her legs around me and push back in. I’m deeper now and fuck if it doesn’t feel good. I pump into, enjoying her cries as I reach down to stroke her clit and bring her to her release. “Come on, baby. Let go for me.”  

“Andy!” She detonates around me, squeezing me so hard that I follow behind her, shattering. I come so hard I see stars. I slow our movements but haven’t pulled out quite yet.  

“Are you ok, my queen?”  I look at her glassy eyes with a smirk.  

“I’m great,” she breathes. I pull out gently and then get a cloth to clean her up. I helped her back into some panties and a shirt. I jumped into the shower for a quick rinse and finished getting my bag together.  

“Do you have to go?” I turn to look at my love, who is pouting but also has tears in her eyes.  

“Baby,” I sighed as I went back to the bed to hold my girl. “What’s wrong?” 

“What if something happens while you’re gone? What if I lose...” 

“Sweetheart, don’t talk like that. You heard the doctors. Rest and limiting exertion is what’s going to help. Miranda will be here right after her meetings and she’s staying in the guest room. Coach already knows the situation so I can leave at a moment's notice if I need to.” I kiss her head. "Positive thoughts, ok?" 

“I’m gonna miss you.”  

“I’m gonna miss you too, my little queen. I’ll call as much as I can.” I kiss her softly and touch forehead. “Take care of yourself and my baby, ok? I love you.”  

“I love you.”  

Leia 

It's been two days since the boys left on their road trip. Rumor has it that Jeremy was not on the trip due to an injury.  When it was announced, Andy looked sad about it.  I didn’t ask, because it looked like the injury weighed on Andy’s mind.  

I’ve been working on easy stuff at our house. Andy hired a cleaning service so I wouldn’t strain or lift anything. The only thing I had put my foot down was him ordering me food every day. Cooking relaxes me and I didn’t want that to go away. So, I happily cook for Miranda and myself every day.  

Stella had been a little distant lately. She called and mentioned that she broke it off with the guy she had been seeing. She really liked him, and they had been going out for a couple of months. She just needed some time before she showed up here with ice cream and girl time.  

Hopefully, she will show up soon because Miranda has become a party planner monster. What party did you ask? 

Baby Andrews-Barber's baby shower.  

If I look at the guest list, it makes me nauseous. It's wedding sized. As in more than 100 people are being invited. I don’t think my brother knows the extent of her plans because he would have locked this down a while ago. But no, he didn’t. And now all of these people are being invited to his house.  

At least it's not mine.  

Teehee.  

Since Miranda is staying with me, every evening has been taken with party planning and decision making. Everyone knows we are having a girl, but I still don’t want just pink things. I decided on a pink and soft green theme. It's gonna be so cute.  

We were online, making a registry when the doorbell rang. I stood up carefully and went to answer the door.  

“What the fuck are you doing here?” 

A/N: I have a few chapters written (purely for my indulgence) of what happened to Jeremy that got his off the road trip? Anyone interested?

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mickey altieri x reader where she starts getting suspicious of him but ignores it cause he’s her boyfriend (and she’s in denial) until one day she accidentally catches him still in costume without him knowing. Reader then starts avoiding him and is super upset and doesn’t know what to do until one day he shows up and asks her why she’s been avoiding him. She tells Mickey that she saw him in the Ghostface costume and knows that he is the killer and he tries to explain himself and tries to calm her down. She’s very upset about it and is scared that he might hurt her but he reassures her that he won’t. She loves him so she eventually decides to stay with him anyway and promises that she won’t leave him or tell anyone abt him being the killer… I hope this made sense lol I feel like I put a lot I’m just in desperate need of mickey fics 😭

Mickey Altieri x Reader: Please.

Warnings: swearing, manipulation (mickey manipulates the reader to stay by his side), lack of morals from reader's side, mentions of blood and murder.

Word count: 2160

Author's note: i'm living for these requests! with this little piece, i was able to answer two of them, that's why i added the other one. i love mickey, but i actually struggled with writing this one because my moral alarm was going off everytime i tried to think of a reason for reader to stay with mickey after finding out... that's why i went down the manipulation path! hope you like it, and remember, no matter how 'unoriginal' or 'boring' you think your reqs may be, i love getting them and will most probably write them <3

also in here mickey is a little dumb dumb because he goes into his dorm with the ghostface costume on, something that i don't think mickey would actually do... but anyways! no more spoilers :)

graphic by me! also, i'm leaving my mickey altieri playlist, if anyone wants to take a look at it, feel free!

comments and reblogs are always appreciated! requests are open, especially for scream! hit that anon button and tell me your ideas. in the scream fandom, i write for billy loomis, stu macher, mickey altieri, chad martin-meeks, mindy martin-meeks, tara carpenter, anika kayoko, laura crane

The pounding of your heart was the only thing you could feel as you shut your eyes close and try not to make a damn sound. You knew you hadn’t been meant to witness what you had since the moment your mind had been able to connect the dots together, just some minutes ago, and now you were just trying not to discover yourself.

The sounds of someone moving around Mickey’s room had woken you up from your heavy sleep, the coldness from your boyfriend not being by your side anymore easing you up to reality. You had barely opened your eyes, a quick flutter that registered the small lamp in Mickey’s desk shedding its light in the figure next to it. Your heart had stopped at the sight of the figure who, even though had its back turned to you, you could recognize everywhere after last week’s news.

Someone was on a murder spree on campus, dressed with the same costume the figure there was wearing, so it was natural for your first thought to be that you were the next victim. You even saw the knife in the figure’s hand, blade stained with blood that meant you weren’t about to be the only dead of the night. But, before you could even think about moving to try and save your life, the figure had taken the ghostly mask off and you had recognized Mickey, your dear and loved and lovely boyfriend Mickey, in less than a second. That was when you had stopped breathing, your eyes closing as you tried to wash the sight of the bloody knife off your mind, and your heart trying to escape from your chest.

You waited in silence, trying to control the thoughts that raced through your mind, and not making a single move that could expose you to Mickey. Luckily enough, he got out of the room with a towel on his shoulder, to go and use the communitary shower, and that allowed you to breathe deep before trying to control the panic trying to take over your body.

Was Mickey really the killer? When you opened your eyes again, the costume was nowhere to be seen but it was not like you had the imagination to make that up. And if you were true to yourself, Mickey had been shady as fuck. Oh, God, were you really suspecting your own boyfriend of being a killer? The evidence had been right there, in front of your eyes — that wasn’t suspecting anymore.

When some steps could be heard outside the door, you forced yourself to close your eyes, trying to focus on anything other than the sick feeling messing with your stomach. You kept yourself grounded, hidden between the pillow and the sheets, and your body stilled terribly when Micky got himself on bed, like nothing had happened. He smelled sweet, the scent of his shampoo surrounding you.

Quietly, you held your breath as his arms surrounded you, lovingly, and you waited for something — anything — to happen.

You waited for the whole night, but nothing other than Mickey swiftly falling asleep did.

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The days passed by, and your mind couldn’t help but bring back the image of Mickey on the costume with the bloody knife whenever you were around him. And that was terrible, because you spent an incredible amount of time with Mickey, which quickly brought you to avoid him.

At first it was rather small and subtle — made up group projects, very real homework, studying. Then, the need to be on your own, which triggered his suspicions of something else going on. You were inevitably jumpy around him during those times you ran out of excuses, laughing less than usual and sometimes even zoning out on him. The thought of you losing your feelings for him was nearly driving him insane.

Mickey couldn’t stop thinking about you during his film history course, and not in a good way. From college, his murder spree and now you acting up, he had received a ridiculous amount of stress — enough to make him space out in every single class of his. In the middle of the lesson he had already made up his mind about having to talk things out with you and figure out what he had said or done to upset you that much.

When the class ended he was the first one to get out, without even saying goodbye to Randy, and heading towards the classroom he knew you’d be in. You both had learned each other’s schedules after spending so much time together, and that hour was perfect, since his class ended a little bit before yours and both were the last classes of the day.

Oblivious to his presence outside the classroom, you calmly gathered your things once the class came to an end, agreeing a date and hour with the partner you had been assigned to for your next project. Attending your classes and focusing on your schoolwork kept your mind off things — things being Mickey — but as soon as you crossed the classroom doors and saw him there, it all came back.

Mickey smiled at you, even if you didn’t smile back, and walked towards you with that easy going manner of doing things he had. You waited for him with your fingers drumming against your side, which he caught on — weren’t you happy to see him? Even if he had verbalized that question, he wouldn’t have gotten an answer.

“Hey.”

“I didn’t know you were coming.” You said, forcing a smile that, surprisingly, hadn’t felt so forced. Maybe you had been slipping lately, but your objective was not to be killed, and you didn’t know how far he was planning on going. “I have to go to the library, do you want to hang after—?”

“I just wanna talk to you for a minute.” Mickey interrupted you, grabbing the hand you had use to lightly gesture around.

Your heart started pounding so loudly you were afraid he able to hear it. He wasn't, but you didn’t notice his fingers pressing on the pulse point on your grip, checking that, indeed, you were pretty nervous. “It can’t wait?”

“It’ll be just a min.” Mickey promised, insisting oh so charmingly. He squeezed your hand once. “Please?”

How were you supposed to say no to him when he asked so nicely, with his head cocked and his eyes shining? You nodded softly and sighed under your breath, letting him take you wherever he wanted as you tried not to think too much about it.

He led you outside and to the side of the building, a not so hidden place that equally allowed you to be seen by the students walking through campus but not be heard unless you raised your voices. You found yourself terribly afraid of noticing all these things, but Mickey letting your hand go and placing himself across from you got your attention too fast.

“What’s gotten into you?” He finally asked, head cocked.

It took you a second to catch it. “What?”

“You think I haven’t noticed?” Mickey pursed his lips slightly, then shook his head. He truly looked worried. “You can’t avoid me forever.”

“I’m not avoiding—”

“Oh, please.” Mickey waved his hand to make you stop, diminishing your ridiculous attempt to fool him. “Don’t lie to me like that. Just… tell me what I did wrong so I can undo it and—”

You started shaking your head, nervous. “It’s not— It’s not like that.”

The look in Mickey’s eyes was so helpless that you felt how your heart started to crumble. “Please?”

You looked away from him, feeling the fast way your heart was pumping blood. If you had been seated, you would have started to bounce your leg up and down — Mickey couldn’t be more confused at your nervous-wreck state.

“Are you the murderer?” You asked in a whisper, almost not daring to look up to see his reaction.

But his face didn’t tell you anything. Mickey was completely emotionless as he stared back into your eyes, his brain processing very slowly those four words that had just left your mouth. How could you know? He was sure he had been really careful, trying not to let his mood after a kill or planning affect any scenario between you. Mickey knew you were smart, but how?

That was not the right direction to go, though, he realized as you waited for him to give you an answer. You had been acting all weird around him because of being scared of him, and that feeling didn’t make him feel entirely good. 

“Listen…” He started, coming a step closer to you, but you instantly backed away.

“Don’t.” You hissed rather abruptly, still not believing he hadn’t denied it completely and put an end to your delusion. You were right. “If you get closer I’ll scream.”

“Sweetheart!” Mickey exclaimed, surprised, his eyebrows shooting up as the pet name he reserved for your softest moments slipping past his lips in what was an improvised plan of manipulation. The seriousness in his voice and face was the only thing you could pay attention to, though. “I wouldn’t hurt you. You know that, right?”

You hesitated and he almost hissed right then. Falling for you hadn’t been on his plan, but now that same plan was being threatened just because you had found — and he couldn’t have that happen. Mickey wouldn’t kill you, no, but his partner easily could if you did something stupid, and he also did not want you to go to the police saying things about him and the murders. He needed to think of a solution, and fast.

“Then why would you hurt others?” You said hastily, then your head looking around you to really make sure no one was listening. “You’ve killed people, Mickey. I knew some of them—”

“You have to trust me.” He interrupted you instantly. There was only one way out, as he saw it: manipulation. Mickey needed you by his side. His acting skills were enough for you to stop looking so nervous, watching closely how his eyes fell to the floor in fake defeat — but you didn’t know he was acting. You didn’t even know he was a star. “I can’t tell you but you have to trust me. I would never do anything to hurt you.”

His hand reached out to grab yours, but you dodged it, rather defensive. “And why would I trust you?”

“Because I’m not a liar.” Mickey frowned slightly. If you didn’t let him convince you of staying by his side, he would have to… The way he called out your name was rather heartbreaking, this time managing to catch your hand and pressing it against his chest. “Please. I wouldn’t hurt you, and you know that.”

He was making you doubt, he realized, as your eyes fell to your hand on his chest. Mickey seemed desperate from your eyes — begging you to stay. But it wasn’t right… “It just… this changes so many things.”

Mickey shook his head. “No, it doesn’t. I still love you, and I always will.” His promise sounded genuine, and it was. There was no denying that, Mickey truly loved you. If he didn’t, you would already be another number on his back, after those little four words you said to him. 

But there he was, playing tricks on your mind without you noticing. “I’d trade my life for yours.”

“Mickey…”

“I wouldn’t know what to do without you.” He insisted, more strongly now. His eyes continuously searched for yours, knowing you wouldn’t be able to deny him if you were looking right into his eyes. “Please, please, you have to trust me. Don’t you love me anymore?”

The question shocked you, and if you had been in your right mind, you would have realized the length of the manipulation. But in that moment it only made you gasp, surprised that he would actually question it with such a real expression. 

You were quick. “Of course I do!”

“Then…” A sigh interrupted Mickey, who looked down, letting your hand go. He didn’t need that much dramatism, but now that he had actually gotten used to the part, why stop? “Please.”

There wasn’t much thinking from your side. Mickey had asked you to please trust him, and that was what you were going to do. He had also promised not to hurt you, and you knew him too well — or so you thought. There needed to be more behind all this, and you had to be by his side. 

“I trust you.” You muttered after some seconds, and he looked up instantly. A soft smile blossomed in his lips as you nodded. “I won’t tell, I promise.”

Mickey leaned closer to you, with the swiftest movement, a hand cupping your cheek. “I love you.” He whispered softly.

“I love you too.” You replied against his lips.

[afriendlyblackhottie]

get chris into a room with jiggling butts and its GAME OVER💀

Request: Sorry but I was just wondering if you could do a C Evans or S Stan fan fic about a famous black reader because I haven’t seen you do one in a while . I don’t mind if you don’t I’m just asking. 😁

Need to Know

Summary: as soon as you laid eyes on chris you knew you needed to have him

Pairings: Chris Evans x famous!black!reader

Warnings: smut, minors dni, daddy kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex

(A/N: idk wanted to put something out for Halloween. Obviously title credited to Doja Cat. Unedited (sorry). Please like, follow, and reblog with a comment 💜 ✌🏾)

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Chris felt almost overwhelmed as he walked into the room. Not even knowing where to start.

This isn’t how he planned to spend his Halloween, but if anything it felt pretty appropriate. He wasn’t exactly sure what the theme for the video was, but he couldn’t wait to see after you got out of hair and makeup.

He was used to living life as a player but this was something else. When you invited him to be apart of your video shoot he’d looked up what to expect but damn. This was something else.

What had started out as a little joke on the timeline with you asking what his number, sign, and how he liked his eggs had turned into this.

While the two of you joked around on Twitter at first, things had quickly escalated to him actually giving you his number. Fans geeking out because how fucking unexpected. But apparently you’d watched Infinity War for the first time and had to know.

Leading you to post.

Daaaaamn what’s your name, what’s your sign, how do you like your eggs in the morning? Can I get that number booo daaaamn he fine

Obviously the internet practically exploded.

Especially when he responded.

Chris. Gemini. Scrambled.

Normally he didn’t do shit like that but fuuuuuuck he saw that ass. And those tits. How he wanted to put his lips on your brown skin and feel how soft you were.

And honestly the more he talked to you, the more he liked you. But meeting hadn’t been possible with your schedules. That’s why he was trying so hard to keep his eyes to himself.

Not that it was really that hard. You looked… you were the star for a reason. But shit he was still a man.

Maybe this was a test.

You had to know he was into you and clearly you were into him. Maybe you were making sure he could keep his hands to himself and… shiiiiit he didn’t even know they made asses like that.

“Cah-ris,” you said in a sing song voice as you came up to him. “What do you think?”

He cleared his throat, tearing his eyes away from a girl walking by him. You giggled as you looked at him. Giving him a little twirl.

Chris couldn’t help it as he let out a laugh at your costume. Not that you didn’t look good, but he just surprised.

Your skin had been painted green, antennae’s coming out of either side of your temple. Still half naked but honestly he was kind of appreciating the whole alien aesthetic. You were even wearing a shirt that had the nasa logo with your name in it. Obviously that was some merch he’d need to cop.

“You look-,” he laughed more. “Beautiful. You look beautiful. I like your antennas.”

Not like he was lying. By now he’d done a pretty fair amount of ‘research’ on you. Had practically studied your Wikipedia as curiosity had killed the cat and he needed to know more. From there it went to watching a few videos and fuck you really liked to be half naked. And you looked cute as hell right now.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t done the same. Had gone on a googling spree when you saw him fine as hell in that movie.

Then you had the nerve to get along over text which lead to a phone call which lead to face time. Talking at all hours of the night. Staying up late despite the time differences.

Sure he knew he swore off dating celebrities, but he had a soft spot for you. It was the same for you too. Had promised yourself no more men like Chris. They never deserved what you had, but there was something telling you that he would be the exception.

“Thank you,” you said with a grin. “You need to get ready, though. You’ll be on soon.”

Your voice had come out like a purr. A natural sex appeal that just seemed almost unfair. He had a hard time finding someone to match his energy and shit you definitely gave him a run for his money.

If anything it scared him a little. That you could switch over so quickly. Going from hot as hell to his sweet girl mumbling into the phone because you wanted to wait up for him and say goodnight. It was quite the mix. Probably why he was so fucking obsessed.

The way you hugged him when you first saw him, letting him pretty much mold into you. Wanting to feel his whole body swell against yours. Had been dying for one of his hugs even though you’d never tell him that as you tried to keep up this persona for the day.

You’d caught him staring at that girl’s ass. He’d been so cute trying to be all sneaky. It was okay you didn’t mind. Besides you hired girls like her for a reason.

At least it had been fun for him to watch you do your thing as you filmed. Next time you’d have to come see him on set. Of course there wouldn’t be any half naked men around you that aren’t him, but he kind of appreciated that you didn’t seem to care in the reverse.

As he was almost done getting his own makeup on, you popped your head in. Still in your NASA shirt, but with your makeup a little more dramatic. Fuck you were hot.

“I don’t know if I told you, but thanks a lot for coming through. Definitely an upgrade from some male model,” you said, leaning against the vanity as the makeup artist finished with him.

“You know I’m always a phone call away, Babe.”

He was just so sexy when he said shit like that. Fuck he looked so hot. Was making you consider changing your thong because he looked so yummy he was making your pussy all drippy.

“Ya know I’ll hold you to that.”

He smirked. “I was hoping you would.” You were still in your heels and Chris noticed the way you were shuffling to get comfortable. “You wanna sit?” He asked.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to get up for me.”

That’s when he rolled his eyes because that’s not what he was asking as he reached up to tug on your hand. Obviously pulling you into his lap.

“Chris!” You squealed.

All he did was chuckle as he helped you get situated. Besides the two of you were alone for the first time ever. Of course he was gonna get your ass on his lap. “Comfortable?” Was all he asked.

“Mhm,” you replied. Fuck he smelled so good. And these tiny little shorts you were wearing. It really was not a good idea that he’d done this.

But you looked fucking hot perched on his lap. Even as an alien.

“How much time do we have?” He asked.

“A few minutes,” you replied.

“Yeah?” He asked. He didn’t mean for his eyes to drift down to your tits but that’s exactly where they went. Fuck they looked so good. Shit he needed to stop before he-

“Wait, are you?” You giggled. “Oh my god! Chris!” Then you gasped as you felt it through his pants. Oh shit. Damn. That was a thick ass-

“Shit. Sorry.” He blushed. Really didn’t mean to get like this. What were you a telekinetic.

“It’s okay,” you purred again as you trailed your fingers on his arm.

“Yeah?” He asked, licking his lips. “You don’t mind?”

You shook your head, looking up at him through your lashes. “No.” You let out another little gasp as he pushed it against you.

Fuck he liked that noise. “What about now?” He asked moving you over it. Fuuuuck he was thick you could tell. No wonder you were obsessed with him when you first saw him. Could tell he had good dick.

Once again you shook your head, biting your lip. If anything leaning into him a little more. “No. It feels good.”

Not like you hadn’t been fantasizing about him for weeks. The real thing just might beat the him you’d created in your head.

“You’re trying to get me into trouble, huh?” He asked into your ear.

You giggled again. “Maybe.”

“Fuck you’re cute,” he said ready to lean in and then end it. Didn’t seem fair that they’d be sharing their first kiss on screen when he had you like this already.

“Mr. Evans, you’re on in five,” someone said through the door before he the the chance.

He groaned. “Okay,” he replied.

You pouted before standing up. Dammit. “I should go get changed.”

Chris nodded before standing up with you. “I’ll go with you.”

“You’re just trying to see me naked.”

Fuck yeah he was.

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When it was his time to go on and you made eyes at him from across the bar, he could feel himself getting hard again. Which was not what he wanted with the camera on him like this.

At least as you felt yourself getting wet in your thong, no one would be able to tell. He couldn’t stand there with his dick hard as hell. Only made worse when it was time for you to start shaking your ass against him.

“You know what the fuck you’re doing,” he whispered in your ear when it was time for him to hit on you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whispered back into his. As if what happened in his dressing room didn’t just happen.

Fuck it felt so good to have him this close to you. Tits pressed to his chest. You hadn’t even gotten to the best part yet as you grabbed his hand to lead him to the dance floor.

Grabbing his tie as he put his hands around your waist. Fuck you could feel him against your ass. He was thick.

Of course you’d went asking around about him. Hollywood was a small town and you didn’t want to waste your time. But it was kind of why you were so down bad because one of your friend’s friends had said that his dick was a ten out of ten and now that it was right there you really wanted to check for yourself.

Only made worse when the two of you had to finally kiss on the couch. He was used to having to do shit like this for roles but this was the first time he wished he’d gotten it out of the way first. Wish he could keep you straddling him without prying eyes.

Damn he couldn’t get you alone fast enough. You had to know what he was going to do to you when you were alone. Know you weren’t doing it on purpose but he could feel his breathing getting all labored and he could really do without having a panic attack with you on top of him.

“What are you doing after this?” He asked in your ear as the music played on.

“We were supposed to go to a party. Why?”

“Wanted to know if you wanted to hang out. Maybe watch some scary movies?”

“Um, not unless you plan on spending the whole night holding me,” you giggled.

That could definitely be arranged.

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“Ready to go?” Chris asked. Poking his head into where you were getting changed. Back in his grey sweats and t-shirt. His NASA cap covering his hair.

“Yeah,” you replied, yawning as you stood up in your shirts to gather your bag. Kind of happy you weren’t going to that party anymore. Would much, much rather hang out with Chris.

He put his hand on the small of your back as he lead you to his rental car. Couldn’t wait to get you back to his hotel room.

His hand was on your knee the whole time as the two of you chatted. Glad that how easy it was to talk to you over text and the phone had translated well in real life. As bad as he wanted to rip your clothes off he was also pretty sure he could talk to you for hours.

“You hungry?” He asked.

“I’m starving. I haven’t eaten all day.”

“What are you in the mood for?”

You giggled. “I don’t think you really want me to answer that.”

Chris raised an eyebrow. “I dunno know. Maybe I do.”

“Oh please. You know what I want.”

“I don’t know unless you tell me, Babe,” he replied, hand going up to finally make its way to your inner thigh.

Your mind just couldn’t help but wander to all of the things you’d been thinking about. Where the hell would you even start. You were definitely in the mood for a few things he could give you.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” you said, opening your legs a little bit more.

Fuck you were trying to kill him. Chris was sure of that. He also didn’t wanna push his luck, but fuck you were right here giving him every sign that you wanted him to.

Surprisingly the two of you hadn’t explicitly crossed these lines over the phone. Had waited until you were face to face and yet it was like you’d been like this since forever.

He took the hint. Fingers getting really close to the edge of your shorts. Happy that you’d decided on something he’d be able to easily get passed.

“I dunno, Baby. If you really want something, you’ll have to tell me what it is. I don’t play games.”

Your pussy felt like it throbbed at that. Fuck he was so… ugh. You knew you wanted him worse than you can say.

“I want you to touch me,” you whimpered.

“Yeah?” He asked smoothing his thumb right over the center. Hips jutting out as you gasped. “Is that where you want me to touch you?” He asked.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“That’s okay,” he said. Pulling up outside of the hotel so valet could park the car. You’d be fine. Could wait until you got inside.

You were all pouty and he took note to teach you some manners. Didn’t say please. Had the nerve to have an attitude as if you weren’t about to get what you want.

Chris grabbed your hand, had went through the back so nosy ass paparazzi wouldn’t have shit.

As he got you closer to his room, he leaned down to squeeze your ass. Making you squeak but you made no move like you wanted him to stop. Took it as a sign to grope you even harder.

Could barely hold on as he went to scan his keycard. Feeling yourself dripping all in your shorts. Not like he was any better off. Fuck you had him harder than he’d ever been.

As soon as the door closed, he picked you up. You wrapping your legs around his waist. Hands all in his hair as his settled on your ass.

Not wanting to waste anytime in pushing your lips together. Fisting his t-shirt in your hands as he finally kissed you. Fuck it was as good as you thought it would be. Knew he’d be a good kisser.

Didn’t even wanna make it to the bedroom as he sat down with you in his lap on the couch. Rocking your hips as soon as you could. Wanting to feel that fat dick.

“That’s so good,” you whined. 

“What feels good?” He asked in your ear. “Gotta talk to me, Baby.”

“Your dick. It’s so good.” You whined.

“You haven’t even had it,” he said.

That’s when you climbed off of him because fuck it you were gonna get a taste at least. Getting on your knees to see his length pushed against the fabric of his sweats. Looking all nice and thick. Fuck your mouth was watering just thinking about it.

“Can I taste it?” You asked him.

Chris groaned as he looked down at that pretty face. Eyes begging for him. “Yeah, Baby,” he replied, licking his lips as you finally went to pull his pants down.

You gasped as his dick popped out. Jaw dropping as it finally came into view. Shit. Fuck. It was- ugh. She was so right this- fuck he had a pretty dick.

Biting your lip, you gulped getting closer to it so you could put your fingertips against it. “You’re so big,” you whimpered.

“Think so?” He asked, hissing because fuck your touch felt good already. You nodded before leaning up so you could place a kiss on the underside. Why the hell were you teasing him so bad.

Just prepping him with kisses like you were assessing the situation. Honestly unsure if you could handle this. Sure you felt him through his pants but now that you were face to face with it, your mind wasn’t letting you make up your mind.

Fuck can’t believe you wasted your makeup artists time in having her touch you up after you took all the green off. What a waste. Eyes were watering as soon as you tried to take him down your throat.

“Ah fuck,” he groaned, tossing his head back as you finally did it. “There it- fuck you’re such a good girl. Good fucking girl.”

Fuck it really was everything you’d built up in your head. Just too much and yummy.

Had you so wet as you slurped him up. Putting his hand on the back of your throat as you tried to deep throat him. “Right there, Baby,” he groaned. “Doing so good.”

You pulled off if him so you could kiss his balls. Wanting to show them attention too. Getting them all nice and covered with slobber.

Chris couldn’t believe how pretty you looked. Even with your makeup running down your face. Grabbing either side of your cheeks so you’d have to lean up. Wanting to kiss you again.

Not stopping himself so he ended up pulling you up. Making you get back in his lap.

This time he didn’t waste any time in touching you. First grabbing at one of your tits. Pinching your nipple between his fingers making you moan into his mouth. Putting his hands under your shirt so he could take it off of you.

“So fucking pretty,” he whispered. Chris laid you down so he could kiss up your stomach. Getting to your tits so he could suck on your nipples.

“Ah!” You cried. Fuck his mouth felt so good. “Ugh right there,” you moaned.

He needed you so bad especially as he went to pull your panties off. Needing to finally touch you.

“No panties?” He asked when he finally pulled your shorts from you. Met with the sight of the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen.

“I had to take it off. You got me too wet,” you whined.

“That’s okay, Baby. I’m gonna take care of you. Gonna take care of you so good. Gonna make you cum so much.”

“Please?” You preened.

And who was he to deny you.

You tasted so damn good when he finally got the chance. Everything he’d been thinking about for the last few weeks didn’t even fucking top it.

“Fuck you’re such a- ugh- you’re such a daddy,” you managed to finally get out as he bent your legs back further.

“That’s it, Baby. I’m Daddy. Don’t fucking forget that.” He pulled away to say. “C’mere,” he said, snatching you up so he could finally take you to bed. While he planned spending his entire visit fucking you across every inch of this room, he wanted the first time to be on the bed where he could really fuck you right.

Well he did go back to his feast first. Not ready to stop eating you out. Better than any candy he could have eaten tonight. Couldn’t get enough.

“D-daddy,” you whimpered. “Oh! Ugh! You’re gonna make me cum. Please.”

That only made him eager to keep going until you let out a yelp, sitting up a little to grab the back of his head.

You cried out. “I’m- ugh- I’m cumming. Fuck me, Chris. Fuck me!” You sobbed.

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Everything had told him to grab a condom but he just couldn’t wait anymore. He was so glad he didn’t because even as he pushed the tip in he couldn’t believe how wet you were.

Chris leaned down to kiss you as his thick dick seared into you. Pulling away when he bottomed out as you threw your head back. Eyes rolling to the back of your head. Already scratching this itch inside of you.

You knew the dick was gonna be bomb. Just knew it when he grabbed that fucking scepter looking handsome as hell. All broad shouldered and sexy.

Fuck you were so tight. So wet. Took a minute when he was fully inside of you to just take in the feeling of you wrapped around him so snug. Pushing your legs back with his biceps wrapped around them so he could hit the perfect angle inside of you. The both of you letting out grunts as he went as deep as he could. Nudging against your cervix.

“You’re- ah!” You cried out.

“I know, Baby. I know,” he said getting in your ear again.

Chris got on his knees, yanking you closer so he could start thrusting in and out of you. Rolling his hips in such a way that would have been mesmerizing if you could keep your eyes open.

“Nuh uh,” he said. “You better look at me when I fuck you.” You let out another grunt digging your nails into his arm. “Or I’ll stop,” he threatened when you didn’t do as told.

“No,” you whined opening your eyes, but fuck it wasn’t easy he was just going so deep what did he want from you. “Fuck. Please. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Baby. I just gotta teach you good manners, huh?” He asked. “That’s okay. Daddy’s got you.”

“I know,” you whimpered. “Fuck I’m gonna cum again.”

“Oh yeah? Gonna keep cumming on my dick, huh?”

You nodded brow furrowed as you could barely hang on. Sobbing when it hit you. That clench in your lower stomach snapping as your pussy tightened enough to push him out.

Chris chuckled, climbing on top of you so he could kiss you. Giving you a minute. What can he say, he felt a little cocky that he was getting you so good. “C’mere, Baby,” he cooed pulling you into his arms. Laying down with you. Kissing you. “Maybe we should take a break. Get something to eat. Watch a movie.”

You nodded, not able to respond and just letting out a hiccup. Chris chuckled kissing your nose this time.

“Look cute as hell when you’re cumming on my dick. It’s okay. We got time. I’m not done with you yet.”

————

Obviously this break didn’t last long. Chris hadn’t gotten off yet and there was something in his eyes that definitely told you he wanted you to ride him.

Especially as you climbed into his arms when any scary parts came on. Hiding in his arm when anything happened. Of course the two of you were going to end up making out. You climbing on top of him so you could finally ride that dick.

Chris held onto your hips, forcing you down onto him and holding you there so you had to feel him as deep as he could go. “Ah fuck, Babe,” Chris groaned, eyes squeezing shut.

“Nuh uh, look at me when I fuck you,” you mocked him.

Chris smacked your ass at that. “Little fucking smart ass.” Keeping his grip on it after.

“Uh huh,” you breathed out, making you yell as he sat up. Grabbing your hair so he could smash his lips into yours. Making you move just right.

You started kissing on his neck. Not able to help yourself. Wanting to get him off like he’d done for you.

“If you keep doing that I’m gonna cum,” he groaned.

As if that’s not your goal.

“Fuck, Babe, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum in you if you- shit, Baby.” You kind of loved how desperate he sounded. Only made you wanna work harder.

“Do it,” you breathed into his ear. “Cum in me, Daddy. I want you to.”

That’s when Chris slammed down down so he could fill you up. The feeling of him loading inside of you only made you do the same letting out little whines before smashing his lips into yours again.

After a few minutes, Chris laid down on his back, taking you with him. Dick softening inside of you. Neither of you making any moves to pull him out.

Oh yeah you couldn’t wait to spend all night finding out how nasty he could be. Honestly couldn’t think of a better way to spend Halloween.

[gyllenhaalstories]

LET IT RING — SUGAR DADDY!JAKE GYLLENHAAL 🎃

summary: why choose between trick or treat when you can have both?

warnings: alcohol (mentioned), established sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, implied fake cheating, smut (roleplay, finger sucking, choking, face slapping, dirty talk, ring kink, degradation, fingering, spanking & clit spanking, ruined orgasm, allusion to fisting, masturbation, facial cumshot) 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 2620

photo credits: just-just-gyllenhaal (cropped) / divider credits: firefly-graphics

notes: jake wore a ring on his pinky finger a month ago and i’m still losing my mind about it. also roleplay... costumes... halloween, get it? 👻🍭 i highly suggest you check out THE FIRST SUGAR DADDY!JAKE FIC to understand their dynamic. thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

You raced Jake to the foyer once he unlocked the door. You looked over your shoulder to make sure he was busy with something else, in this case it was to change the settings of the security system now that the two of you were both home. You had just enough time to grab the fancy store bag that you hid behind one of the throw pillows on the large couch and hide in another room with it.

Jake called out your name once or twice, judging by the clicking sound of his shoes, he was heading to the kitchen, far out of sight.

“Isn’t it funny how so many people thought you looked fresh out of your own wedding?” You teased, cracking the door open for him to hear your joke.

“I blame you. You insisted the bowtie looked good  —  want something to eat, baby?”

“I’m good, thank you.” You tried to hide your excitement when you finally checked yourself in the mirror. You had planned this for a couple of days, ever since you were stuck in traffic and basically parked in front of that luxury sex shop with the big window display.

“You sure? We sneaked out of the party because you were hungry.”

“I’m perfectly fine, Daddy!” You heard a reassured sigh.

“Back to that husband shit, I think I put the ring on the wrong finger.”

You spent a lot of time in his enormous closet, whether it was to fuck, to admire both of your clothing collections  —  yes he kept some of his favourite pieces of clothing from yours at his house  —  or to try and tidy the place up when he went on another shopping spree.

Never in all of those hours spent in the room you could have found his ring collection. They were in a box, a small jewellery box hidden behind boxes of Cartier watches. He pulled it out, the old and vintage looking box was filled with rings that shined under the sophisticated lighting. Jake showed them to you one after the other, hoping to count on you to pick the best one to match his outfit.

And clearly, you did, because the ring was on your mind all evening long. You liked to feel it when he hand your hand or when you brushed your fingers over his skin accidentally to grab another flute of champagne. And you thought about it, a lot. The ring looked great on his pinky finger, but it would look even better somewhere else. So, you believed it would be the best opportunity to surprise him and, hopefully, get something nice in return.

Jake was coming up to meet you, worried of what his trickster was doing in the bathroom for so long, but all movement stopped when in took in your appearance.

You wore a head band, black and white, with the only purpose being to look cute. You had removed your heels to be shorter, roughed up your hair a little bit. Your outfit was what made him swallow thickly. You wore a small maid dress and even smaller apron tied around your waist. The ruffles barely reached under your ass and there was not much covering your cleavage.

“Shit.”

“Do you like it? I was sad we couldn’t dress up this year because you had other plans so... I thought I’d get something nice for you.”

He reached out for your hand and held it up, helping you twirl around so he could get a good look. “That’s a pretty little maid I got there.”

You held the sides of your skirt and pulled on them as you bowed slightly. “All for you.”

The gears were turning, fast. He was trying to match whatever energy you were channelling at that very moment. It took him a while, his brain completely wiped out of its content just by how sexy you looked in this skimpy, cliché outfit. Finally, he found an idea.

“What are you doing?” You stumbled on your words when you watched him twist the ring off his finger, leaving a light indend on his skin.

Before he could answer, his phone rang. The two of you sighed in unison when he pulled it out of the back powet of his pants and checked who the caller was. Some buddy from work, boring. “My wife.”

Your eyes widened.

“I think she’s coming home early. Should I answer?” You shook your head from side to side and he smirked. He let it ring until the phone went quiet again. “She’d be very disappointed if she saw our house in such a deplorable condition.”

“She would?”

“Oh, you don’t even know. I’m a good husband, I told her I’d hire a maid to tidy up the place in her absence but instead... I found our maid standing there,” he turned you around and pushed on your lower back just enough to let him flip your skirt over. “Looking absolutely desperate for me.”

One spank, two spank, three, four... You counted them in your head. The bigger the number grew, the wetter you got.

“What were you thinking, coming to work dressed like that?”

You turned around and looked at him through your lashes. “I wanted to catch your attention.” Your best pair of puppy eyes worked, because for a second you could see him soften at how much you were enjoying this.

Not that he was not, he was having a blast. “Good job, slut. It worked.” Jake dragged you by the arm back towards the kitchen and pointed his chin at the table, instructing you to sit on it.

So, you did. Your legs were open and the coldness of the surface made you flinch.

Before you could moan at the feeling, his ring finger was pressed to your lips and so that you could suck on his digit. “If my wife knows about this, she’ll be furious. We don’t want that, do we? We don’t want you to get fired before I can fuck you.”

You shook your head and mumble a determined ‘no’ with his finger pressing down on your tongue.

“That’s what I thought. Hey! Eyes on me.” He slapped your cheek with his other hand when you closed your eyes at the taste of the metal in your mouth.

You moaned, so the only choice he had was to slap your other cheek.

“Need you.”

“I know you do. You don’t deserve me just yet. You need to prove you’re good at something since you’re so bad at cleaning, aren’t you? Too fucked out of your mind at the thought of having your way with me. That’s very naughty and unprofessional.” He removed himself from your mouth when he saw the beginning of a pool of tears in your eyes.

You begged for him to touch you, to give you anything else as long as it was more than a single finger.

Obviously, he did not. He lowered his hand between your open legs and waited for you to lean back on your hands and expose yourself for him so that he could shove his ring finger inside of you in one go.

You thew your head back, inviting him to kiss the exposed skin and fading bruises from another crazy night like this one.

His finger moved in and out of you painfully slow and right when he got you to whine so much you started to cry, he added a second finger.

Your clit was throbbing, begging to be touched. He knew it, that was why he depraved you of what you needed to reach your orgasm faster. Sometimes, if you arched your back and angled your hips just right, you would feel his palm press against it and you settled down with this. You knew it, he would not give you anything more.

“You want it so bad you’d take all of it,” Jake’s middle and ring fingers completely disappeared inside of you. It was easy, you were so easy. You gave in and gave him everything he wanted. “Isn’t that right?”

You whined. You could not comprehend how the metal of the ring remained so cold while both of your bodies were on fire. Your cheek especially, it burst into flames when he slapped it with his free hand.

“Answer me.”

You tried, you tried really hard. No word managed to come out of your mouth. You earned yourself a second slap, harder. It stung, it hurt so good.

“Such a dumb slut.” Jake felt you clench on his fingers, which he curved inside of your tight walls. His eyes fell from yours and took in your messed up costume, the headband had fallen, the small apron was untied and about to fall on the floor, the corset of the maid dress was undone and your breasts were almost hanging out.

You could swear you saw a light bulb pop at the top of his head.

“Too dumb to do your job around the house. I pay you to be a good little maid and clean, not to make a fuckin’ mess on the floor.” His fingers were fucking you open so fast that every time he pushed them in, it rushed the air out of your lungs. “Can’t even dress up properly. You wander around the house without panties, you’re begging to be fucked.”

You tried to protest, but you could not. You did not want to. This was hotter than you could even imagine. This stupid costume turned into an excuse for Jake to hit all of your buttons.

“Bet you can’t even dust the shelves without thinking of being my slutty little wife who I fuck all over the house you do such a bad job at taking care of.”

The ring. It did things to you that you could never imagine.

Jake’s hand found your throat and he tightened his grip around it, making it impossible to answer even if you had the capacity. “Sluts like you don’t get to cum.”

Your eyes widened in shock and you let out an audible gasp, regretting it immediately when your lungs started to burn.

He pulled his hand away from you when he felt your walls clench around him. This was not an edge, this was completely different.

This was cruel. He knew it.

“Daddy!” You cried out when he released your neck. You screamed his name when he slapped your clit.

“Look at you, crying for me. It won’t help your case.” He brought his soaked fingers to your open mouth for you to suck. “I make my wife cum as many times as she wants. Wish that was you, don’t you?”

You nodded, your mouth still full of him.

“I feel nice today.” He smiled when your lips curled into a hopeful grin. “I’ll give you one more chance to prove me you can be helpful.”

Your eyes followed his other hand that quickly undid the zipper of his pants and freed his hard cock.

“Make me cum and I’ll let you cum too.”

You squirmed, eager to finally touch him and earned your treat.

Jake clicked his tongue, removing his fingers from you and using your spit to coat himself and stroke his cock nice and tightly. “Just sit there and look pretty, wanna see if that’s enough to get off.” His jaw clenched, you heard the faintest grunts coming out of him. He was pressed on the wall behind him, one hand cupping his balls and the other one jerking faster and faster.

Your eyes were glued to how the light reflected on the ring. Your mind, though, it lost focus. One second you were thinking of how nice life would be if this ring belonged to you, to the two of you. The next second, you wanted to cry and beg for him to take care of the burning tingles in your core. And the second after that, you planned to take his credit card and buy all the sexy costumes this store had so that you could test the limit of his imagination the same way he was testing your own boundaries.

“Open your mouth for me, baby. Let me see what I could be fucking if you knew how to be a good slut.”

Tears started to stream down your face when you opened your mouth for him, tongue sticking out, flat and wishing it was licking over the bulging veins of his cock.

“Look so fucking hot for me,” he groaned out. He leaned forward enough to spit on his hand and keep jerking off. “So fucked up and I didn’t even have my way with you.” The way he laughed, quietly yet so darkly, it made your mind feel all sorts of things. “Spread your folds open, let me see that needy pussy.”

The contact of your fingers on your pussy folds was enough to make you moan. You scrunched up the fabric of the mini skirt so that he could get a better view. You earned a grunt of satisfaction in exchange for your good initiative.

“Want my cum, huh? Gonna take it all?”

“Yes, Daddy! I swear! I’ll take everything you give me!”

Another light bulb appeared. “Good, cause you’re not getting anything else.” He walked towards you. For a quick second, he looked menacing.

He pushed on your shoulders and you understood. You tried to kneel down as fast as you could, mouth this open and with your hands on your thighs like a good girl.

You did not hear the praise though, only more grunts and panting.

He held the back of your head and aimed for your mouth, but when you locked eyes with him, he smirked and purposefully missed his target. He shot his load on your cheek, your neck and collarbone, everywhere but where you wanted him most. “Lookin’ so messy.” He gathered some of his cum with his thumb and brushed it over your tongue for you to swallow. “Go on, clean yourself. Can you do that or are you too stupid to be an obedient maid?”

You did not wait any longer and used your pointer finger to collect the rest of his cum, only leaving the droplets that stained your outfit to take in just how ruined it was — you were now. “Thank you, Daddy.” You mumbled after you swallowed.

Jake helped you back up and tried to fix parts of your costume, but the two of you ended up laughing instead. It was good for the trash at this point. “Gonna use Daddy’s money and get a new one, right?”

“I’m one step ahead of you!” You claimed and reached up to kiss him.

He held your face gently and captured your lips in between his. When he pulled away, his brow was arched, eyes slightly squinting to reveal a few wrinkles.

“I thought of buying another one, and also that nurse costume they got and you’re not ready for the sexy cowgirl one!”

He cut your enumeration off with another kiss, breaking it to turn you towards the hallway so he could wrap his arms around you and guide you to the bathroom to clean up. “I see.”

“See what?” You frowned and let him lead the way. You smiled when you noticed the myriad of Halloween themed Lush bathbombs waiting on the marble counter.

“I see that I haven’t fucked you hard enough if you could manage to have all those thoughts when I was having fun.” He helped you undress and kissed your shoulder gently. “I still got a few tricks up my sleeve if you want to earn your big treat.”

[withyoutilltheendofthismess]

The effects of sleep deprivation

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: not that I am aware of

Summary: Coming home late from a case with nothing to eat only leaves one option. 

A/N: Never would I have imagined the response from my first ever published fic. Thanks to everyone who liked, reblogged or commented! Send an ask if you wanna be tagged in upcoming ones. Have fun with this one.

You never knew it was actually possible to run out of groceries. Wasn't it natural to go shopping for food every week but never actually use everything you've bought to the extent that nothing was left? But when Aaron and you came home after a long case at midnight and you opened the fridge you were greeted with the wonderful amount of nothing. That makes a great dinner.

“Aaron, there's nothing in the fridge!“

He didn't believe you. He had flopped down on the couch seconds after entering the house but this outrageous claim brought him up in a speed you didn't know he still had in him, not that you were going to tell him this. 

After pointlessly staring in the blinding light of the fridge for far too long he came to the exactly same conclusion.

“Huh, there really is nothing in the fridge.“ Always fun to be in a relationship with such a smart man.

Now you were sitting at the dining table, a glass of water in front of both of you because you had nothing else to drink either, obviously. Your mind was tired after working non stop for a week and you could tell your boyfriend felt the same. He had been staring at a particular dark line in the wood of the table for 10 minutes now. You needed to do something, that was for sure. Otherwise he may begin to eat the table beginning with that dark line. 

“We should go grocery shopping.“

“What?“ His mind was definitely tired.

“Grocery shopping, Aaron, to get food. That's how humans get something to eat nowadays.“

“Haha, Y/N, it's 1 am.“

“And? Is it forbidden to go out after a particular hour?“

More time came and go, he seemed to be considering your question. Were there social standards that prohibit going shopping at 1 am? If there were, would it be enough of an emergency to break them? You imagined all of that going on inside his head before he came to a conclusion. 

“Ok, let's go.“

So, it was decided. You changed out of your work clothes into a pair of comfy leggings and a big hoodie. Aaron himself switched his suit out for sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt. There was a store nearby that could easily be reached by foot and was opened for 24 hours. You slipped your hand into Aaron's while walking naturally. They fit together like they were made for each other and maybe they were. If you weren't that tired and hungry it would almost be beautiful. A couple, hand in hand, the dark night sky as infinite as their love for each other. 

Aaron went to fetch a shopping cart while you were waiting in front of the doors desperately trying to not fall asleep while standing. Another thing you didn't think was possible but you were already proven wrong once tonight. Better to not risk something.

Completely worn out, your boyfriend strolled around the corner. His lips lightly twitched upwards upon seeing you. You put one hand on the handle so he wouldn't have to push the cart alone and you entered the store. 

“Do you think we need salad?“

“Aaron, we have nothing at home.“ You sighed. Aaron didn't seem to process words at a normal speed because he still looked questionally at you, a head of lettuce still in his hand. 

“Yes, I do think we need lettuce.“ You answered his question, more directly this time. This seemed to get through to him and he put some in the cart before moving on. There wasn't much in there before a wave of exhaustion washed over you. Your head fell against his strong shoulder and your eyes closed immediately at the impact. But it was only a short moment of peace.

“Y/N, Y/N, wake up.“ He shook your body. He was always so considerate. Of course after being woken that softly there was no thought about a good sleep left. But you had another idea. 

“Put me in the cart.“

“Can you repeat that please?“

“You heard me. Put me in the cart.“

He scooped you up bridal style shoving away some of the groceries you had already put in to make space for you and sat you down. You felt like a child. And the happiest child ever on top of that. You and Aaron had many differences and things you were alike in. What differed you from each other was the way you acted without enough sleep. He was the kind of person to shut his mind down, he would prefer to not think at all. His mind was always working the most so it was the part of him that shut down the quickest and got exhausted the fastest. For you it was the other way around, your body was on the suffering end when sleep wasn't on top of the priorities.  

That's why you settled for a way to get the late night shopping spree done quickly. He was pushing the cart, you were still sitting in it and pointed left and right to the goods you needed to get to survive the next week. Aaron's job was to scoop them up, get the desired amount, put them in and move forward. That's how you worked yourself step after step through the store. It seemed soo long. Had it been extended since the last time you were here? 

And even though you were tired and hungry it felt nice. The domesticity of going grocery shopping together is unmatched.

“Aaron?“

“Hm?“

“You are my favourite person to do this with.“ 

“Thanks. Do you think we need ice cream?“

So the journey continued until you reached the checkout. This was going to be awkward. With the amount of groceries you were buying you had become covered in different things really fast. There was something on every part of your body, the only thing still visible being your head that stuck out of the mountain. 

Unsurprisingly, the cashier was also tired. How can he not be? I was not the right person to judge in this situation. He didn't seem to care about anything as you lied there in the cart, food being lifted off you slowly. You were sure he had seen worst. Aaron put the groceries in the big bags you had brought with you, one hand still busy pushing the cart. Now it was time to get out of the cart, everything had already been paid for and stuffed neatly into the bags to be easier to carry. As tempting as it seemed you weren't going to steal a shopping cart just so you wouldn't have to walk. 

Aaron looked down at you and although you felt like you looked truly horrible there was still a glint of admiration and love in his eyes. You reached out his arms for him, like little babies do, and just as them you also wanted to be carried. Not that long though, being helped out would be enough. And with a sigh your boyfriend complied, his arms wrapping around you and then placing your feet softly on the ground. You were standing and safe but he didn't remove his grasp, so you put your arms around his middle pulling him closer. And that's how you stood there, holding each other after being grocery shopping at night and there was only one thought was left in your mind: “This is what love feels like.“

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After your trip you were too exhausted to be hungry and you promptly went to sleep, indulging in soft unconsciousness. Your breakfast after a good night of sleep was phenomenal having a big pond of food to choose from. When you later told the team about the adventure they kindly informed you that you could have just gone somewhere to eat or order takeout leaving you and Aaron looking really dumb.Well, minds work different when tired and ordering takeout wouldn't have been that fun, that's for sure. But there was still one good thing left: after that there was always something in the fridge to be eaten in the Hotchner's household.

@agenthotchner

[waywardnerd67]

The Queen’s Court - Chap 16 Same Difference

Summary: Dean calls on (Y/N) after a disagreement with Castiel. When she is unable to take care of him, she figures out a way for someone else too. Characters: Dean Winchester, Cassie (OFC), Reader Pairing: Dean x Reader / Dean x Cassie (OFC) Warnings: Fluff/Smut/Age Difference (OFC is 20/Dean is 34) Word Count: 2554 Squared Filled: Age Difference A/N #1: This is for @spnkinkbingo​ card A/N #2: As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

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“(Y/N), I’m ready to move up to my own room.” The petite brunette stood her ground which (Y/N) admired about her.

“I’ll make you deal Cassie, if you let me pick your clientele for the first year then I will arrange for you to have the vacant room on floor seven next to Morgan.” she offered hearing her phone buzz on her nightstand.

Cassie’s bright blue eyes widen, “Really?”

(Y/N) nodded hearing her phone go off for the second time, “Really. I will be monitoring you closely as well as Morgan. Deal?”

“Deal! Thank you (Y/N).” Cassie threw her arms around (Y/N)’s neck hugging her tightly making her chuckle.

“You’re welcome, now take this card and get whatever materials you need for your room. Your budget is five thousand to get furniture and whatever else you want. I will let you know within the week when I have a client picked out for you.” (Y/N) handed her the business credit card when there was a loud knock on her door.

Dean walked in his jaw clenched and brows furrowed looking up to see (Y/N) and Cassie, “Oh… sorry pretty girl. I’ll just wait in your room.”

She watched as Cassie’s eyes never left Dean, “Is he available for being a client?”

(Y/N) laughed walking Cassie towards the door, “Sorry, he’s a special client of mine. Enjoy your shopping spree and check in with Morgan before going out.”

As she shut the door, Dean came walking back out. Before she could say anything his lips were smashed against her while his hands were making fast work of her jeans. Gently, she pushed him away just enough to speak.

“D-Dean, what’s going on?” she asked as his lips traveled down her neck.

His hands slipped beneath her ass scooping her up and wrapping her legs around him, “My friend is being an idiot, we fought and I need to get some of this energy out of my system. No better way of doing that then making you come over and over again.”

Her tights squeezed against his waist making him chuckle, “Dean… I can’t.”

He stopped in the middle of her bedroom putting her feet on the ground. The rejection in his green eyes broke her heart, “What? Do you have another client coming in?”

“No, of course not. I told you I would stop seeing my other clients.” she said as he sat on her bed her eyes traveling to the hard outline of his cock.

“Then what?” He asked, running his hands over his thighs.

(Y/N) said next to him taking his hand into hers, “I’m sorry pretty boy, I want nothing more than for you to fuck my brains out…”

“But?” he looked up at her.

“But, I’m on my period and not into that kind of sex.” As the words came from her mouth, Dean’s shoulders visibly relaxed.

He placed his arm around her shoulders then pressed his lips to her temple, “No problem. I’m sorry I just rushed in here.”

(Y/N) crawled up to the head of her bed and patted the spot next to her, “How about you tell me what has got you frustrated and we’ll see if a little mouth exercises would help your situation.”

Dean stood up shrugging out of his jacket then sitting next to her on the bed. (Y/N) listened to him detail the fight with Castiel that led him to coming to The Queen’s Court. As she listened, she noticed the subtle changes in his tone from frustration to worry.

“Boil it down, you’re just concerned for Cas and want him to stay safe.” (Y/N) said running her fingers along his thigh.

He threw his hands up, “Exactly! Finally someone understands.”

“You love him.” she stated as Dean’s gaze snapped to hers.

He shook his head, “I mean in a brother sort of way…”

(Y/N) chuckled, taking a hold of his hand, “Cut the crap, Dean. Of all people in this world, you can be open and honest with me. No judgements. No opinions. Nothing but an ear to listen to you and support. If you’re attracted to Cas then so be it. Doesn’t mean you have to act on it. Doesn’t mean you’re any less of the handsome, strong man you are. You wouldn’t be the first man to admit to having feelings for a man they are close to.”

Dean leaned back against her headboard sighing, “Cas says we have a profound bond. I don’t know what that means but I do know I’ve changed since he’s been in my life. I would do anything for him just like I would for Sam and for you. If that means I love him then sure.”

“Can I ask you a blunt question?” (Y/N) squeezed his hand as he nodded, “Given the chance, no questions asked, no repercussions, would you sleep with Cas?”

There was a long moment of silence before he spoke, “I don’t know. I’ve never allowed myself to explore those thoughts. I think I would be more comfortable exploring those feelings with a chick that looked like him.”

As he chuckled an idea popped into (Y/N)’s head, “Wait here pretty boy, I’ll be right back.”

She got up going into her office shutting the bedroom door behind her. Quickly sending a text from her phone it was a few minutes later Cassie was walking back through her door. After explaining what her idea was, Cassie excitedly agreed to help her.

(Y/N) walked back in to find Dean stretched out on her bed. His head resting on his folded arms and his eyes closed. She crawled onto the bed leaning over to kiss him. A soft moan rumbled in his chest as his fingers went up into her hair. Kissing down his neck, her hand slowly stroked his denim covered cock.

“Sweetheart, as much as I would love your mouth on my cock, I think I would rather wait to bury myself deep inside of you.” Dean said gently moving her hand to his chest.

Though turned on and surprised she continued with her plan, “What if I had an idea for you to work through some of your Cas feelings while working off some of your frustrations.”

He looked at her curiously just a knock came from her door, “Trust me, please.” she said getting up to answer it.

Cassie was dressed in a modest pleated skirt falling to her knees, a white button down shirt with a striped blue tie that (Y/N) happened to have a Castiel’s and a tan trench coat (Y/N) happened to have been ordered a few months early. Her long, chocolate hair was braided over one shoulder and her blue eyes shined against her fair skin. If Castiel were to have a twin angel sister then Cassie would be it.

“Dean, I would like for you to meet Cassie.” (Y/N) stepped aside giving him a full view of her.

His eyes widened while his full lips parted, “H-Hi…”

“Hello Dean.” Dean let out a small gasp getting off the bed.

(Y/N) could tell her was about to bolt, “Dean, Cassie is being promoted to one of the rooms to take clients full time in person. She has only been taking phone clients for two years and I would be grateful if you could be her first client tonight so I can show her the ropes per se. It would be a one time thing and a huge help to me.”

His eyes narrowed in on her before sighing walking over to them, “Not a word to anyone.” he whispered to her.

“Promise on my heart. Are you okay with me watching?” she asked, seeing a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

“I would have it no other way pretty girl.” He turned towards Cassie, “Cassie?”

She nodded, “Yeah. Honestly, I prefer Cas unrelated to whatever this is, but whatever makes you more comfortable.”

Dean nodded stepping in front of her. His broad, muscular body made Cassie seem even smaller in size. (Y/N) wondered if that was how she looked standing in front of him. She watched the way he spoke to her softly and with a warmth that he buried deep inside of him. It was the way he talked to people he was showing care to. Watching Cassie nearly melt into his embrace almost made (Y/N) chuckle.

“Charmer.” she whispered to herself watching them walk towards her bed.

The back of Cassie’s thighs were against the edge of the bed as Dean leaned down to kiss her. Just before his lips met hers, his eyes connected with (Y/N)’s asking silent permission. She nodded giving him a reassuring smile then his lips pressed against Cassie’s.

(Y/N) watched as Dean took his time removing each layer of clothing while leaving no patch of skin untouched by his lips. (Y/N) felt her knees getting weak as the memories of being on the receiving end of his slow torture and she sat on her oversized chair. As Cassie pushed herself towards the head of the bed, Dean began stripping his own layers of flannel and denim off.

The moment his hard cock was free from his boxers, (Y/N) could not help the low groan escaping her lips. As if he had heard her, Dean looked up gripping his length and slowly stroking himself while making eye contact with her. In a weird way, she felt as if he were letting her know that he was hers and he was only doing this because she asked.

Dean began kissing down her body and soon soft moans were filling her room. (Y/N) admirer how attentive Dean was to Cassie’s wants as he found she loved her nipples being sucked on. Soon his head was nestled between her legs as she cried out from the first swipe of his tongue over her sensitive mound. Her fingers racked through his thick hair as his mouth worked over her. Cassie’s back was arched, her body shaking as he brought her first orgasm washing over her body.

“Oh god Dean! Right there… yes, yes, Dean!” her body relaxed as he kissed his way back up to her.

Rolling them so she was on top, Cassie quickly made her way down to his cock. Her mouth covered his swollen heard as he grunted, “Fuck.”

As Cassie’s head began to bop up and down, the tightness in (Y/N)’s belly was getting to her. She watched as Dean’s hand gently guided Cassie over his cock with his eyes meeting (Y/N)’s. She found herself unbuttoning her shirt just enough for her hand to slip over her breast.

“Yes, just like that. Fuck.” Dean moaned, never looking away from (Y/N).

She knew it was more for her than for Cassie and that could be their little secret. (Y/N) massaged and pinched her nipples just like he would if they were in bed together. Instinctively, her other hand slipped between her legs rubbing lazy circles against her covered pussy.

Dean swiftly pulled Cassie up to him rolling back over her, angling himself and pushing deep inside of her. (Y/N)’s lips parted seeing this magical moment from a far. The control Dean exerted from just not pounding into her. Every muscle rippling down his back, his arms and legs. The sheer strength that flowed through him was awe-inspiring.

Her own hands stilled against her body mesmerized by Dean in the moment. She could tell Cassie was close to her release as her moans echoed throughout the bedroom. Dean had been silent except for a few grunts. His body was more rigid as he thrusted into her.

“Shit Cas, you feel so good. I-I’m almost there… come with me, Cas.” Dean bent down pounding into her hard as she wrapped her limbs around him.

“Oh… Dean, I’m coming! Fuck!” Cassie cried out her body shaking beneath his.

That is when (Y/N) watched the most beautiful moment. Dean’s body tensed briefly with every muscle seizing and then she watched him let go. Pumping into her as his body trembled from the pleasure coursing through his body. He pushed inside her once more holding himself deep within her as she clung to him. He was letting her ride out her own release squeezing that glorious cock for every drop of pleasure.

She watched as Dean kissed Cassie as he pulled out of her swallowing the groan escaping her lips. Rolling onto his back, he pulled her close whispering something in her ear. Cassie nodded, kissing his cheek and getting out of bed unsteadily.

She walked up to (Y/N) clenching the trench coat around her naked body, “No client will ever be as good as him.”

(Y/N) shook her head knowing Cassie was not asking for an answer. She kissed Cassie’s cheek as she left the room and looked back to Dean. He was slipping underneath her sheet and patted the bed next to him. She gladly joined him even though her body was aching for a release of her own. It was worth it though seeing a new side of Dean.

“Please tell me she was over eighteen.” he whispered as his lips pressed against her ear.

She smacked him softly on the chest, “Of course she was, Dean Winchester! The only employees I have under eighteen work a teen help line for kids who are having mental health issues. The only reason why they work here is to keep them safely off the streets.”

“You are an amazing woman, (Y/N). But seriously, how old was she?” she could hear the nervousness in his voice.

(Y/N) glanced up at him from her resting spot on his chest, “She just turned twenty a week ago.”

Dean groaned running his hand through his hair, “Fuck… no wonder she could come instantly. She could have kept going all night long.”

(Y/N) started laughing, “What? Wouldn’t have been able to keep up with her old man?”

He scoffed, “I bet I could have but then what kind of state would have that left you in. Pretty girl, I bet you’re aching for some relief.”

“I’m fine.” she said averting her gaze back to his chest. She hated how he could read her body so clearly.

“No you’re not. Your body is tense from being worked up. I know it’s that time of the month but is there any way I could help you?” He was genuinely concerned about her which melted her heart.

(Y/N) lifted herself up straddling his thick, muscular thigh, “What if you get worked up again?” she asked, grinding herself against him.

Dean rolled her onto her back settling between her legs. He was not hard but could feel he was well on his way to getting there. Rolling his hips against her, (Y/N) groaned allowing her head to press against the pillow.

“Oh, I think this will be a mutual release that we both are in need of.” He snapped his hips against her making her cry out before taking her down a path of pleasure of the next hour.

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN:

Zoey never considered herself to be a city girl, but the longer she lived here, the more accustomed she became. Of course, there were perks she missed living in the suburbs. Yards, gardening, a better sense of security. She missed those nights where she could sit on her back porch, listen to the crickets chirping, and watch the lightning bugs dance around the lawn. Hearing the trees rustle in the darkness was a calm she could never quite replicate.

But city life was exciting. There was always something to do or something to see. People were on every corner and energies were always high. It was never boring. Downtown LA was bustling with people, especially for a Sunday afternoon. Andy had taken her on a little shopping spree after brunch. He said he wanted to buy a whole new wardrobe to ‘reinvent himself’. She hadn’t planned on buying anything, but he wasn’t having that. They stopped in a bunch of little boutiques, trying on all sorts of dresses, bathing suits, and shoes. There were so many hidden gems in the way of local small businesses in the area. And the store owners were always kind.

“I can’t wait to bring my sister out here one day,” Zoey held up a cute graphic tee, “Katie would love these shops.”

“Do you two talk a lot?” Andy asked.

Zoey re-folded the shirt and placed it back, “I try to, but not nearly enough. I miss her.”

“Didn’t you say you weren’t really close growing up?”

“Yeah. We didn’t start getting close until right before I moved. It made leaving harder. She’s getting ready to start college soon. I think my parents are starting to freak out a bit that she’s moving on campus. Empty nest syndrome.”

“Little bird’s gotta learn to fly,” Andy spoke, earning a nod from Zoey.

The two decided to grab some crepes to go and ate them on a bench, watching strangers pass them by on the street, catching up on all their work stories, and talking about how awkward her date was the other day. Nancy’s friend was nice, alright, but clearly hadn’t been in a relationship before and had no clue how to communicate with women. He had potential if he found someone with patience, but she just wasn’t prepared to baby someone at the moment. She recalled Harry getting a kick out of it when she told him about it, but Zoey just felt bad. She made sure to let him down gently.

Eventually, they got on the topic of Zoey’s birthday coming up in three days. She had already told Andy that she wanted to go to the beach, but he made it a point to remind her that it was a birthday, therefore they needed to celebrate all day. They discussed having dinner at a nice restaurant with all of her friends, bar hopping afterward, and ending the night with a karaoke club. She started to get excited, especially since she just bought the perfect outfit to wear.

“What about Brett? Is he invited, or are he and Rory not speaking?”

“I didn’t tell you?!” Zoey exclaimed, turning towards him and swallowing her mouthful of crepe, “he asked Rory out last night! They’re official.”

“No fucking way!” Andy exclaimed, covering his mouth, “Bitch! Imagine the babies they’d make!”

“Cute little foreign babies!” Zoey cooed, laughing. 

“Does Harry know about them yet?”

Zoey pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows, “I haven’t told him yet, so probably not.”

Andy went wide-eyed, an interested smirk stretching across his face, “Wonder how he’ll react when he finds out.” 

Zoey shrugged her shoulders, looking down at her food. She didn’t know. She was getting these weird mixed signals from Harry. He’s been back in England for a week now and even with the dramatic time difference, they’ve talked more this week than they did when he was on tour. She’d attribute that to him finally having some time off from work, but she knew that he’d been in the studio and had a few meetings, so even that wasn’t necessarily true.

But the increase in communication wasn’t what she was confused about. It’s the conversations themselves. At first, she thought Harry was handling the ‘Rory situation’ pretty well. He had confided in her that he wasn’t sure he wanted to be with her to begin with, which she had suspected. He had told Zoey about how his friends keep making jokes about how they think he likes her. At first, Zoey laughed it off. Her and Harry? That would never happen. She just simply wasn’t his type. And he made that very clear.

But then there would be moments. Subtle. But enough to catch her attention. A tone in his voice, an expression on his face, an extra-long silence where there didn’t need to be. Maybe she was reading into it after what he told her. Maybe she was reading into it because she secretly hoped it was true, which killed her. He was her best friend. She finally met someone whom she could be herself around without feeling uncomfortable. Someone she could confide in about anything and everything, and that meant even more to her now that Jess was gone. 

She didn’t want to jeopardize that by saying or acting on some stupid puppy love crush she had on Harry fucking Styles of all people. He doesn’t like her like that. And even if he did, how could they even attempt to make that work? Especially after he and Rory had a thing. What, so now they’re just swapping sexual partners? Even if Zoey was fine with her friend dating and sleeping with a fling of hers, it doesn’t mean that Aurora was. She couldn’t risk ruffling her roommate’s feathers. She didn’t want to lose her friendship or make things awkward at home, either. So, for now, she’d just keep her mouth shut while this little phase passes.

The two finished up eating when Andy checked his phone and suggested they start heading back to her place to get ready for work tonight. “Get ready? We’ve still got three hours before we have to leave!”

“Yes, but you need a shower and I want to show Nancy and Rory these clothes I got!” he shot back.

“Alright, alright! Fine!”

The ride back to the condo was like any other ride between the two friends: filled with painfully tone-deaf singing and dramatic dance. Nothing was out of the ordinary as the two rode the elevator to the twenty-second floor and discussed the predictions for the turnout at the bar tonight. Nothing seemed different as she punched her code into the front door and stepped inside. Except, instead of the typical scene she’d see, she walked in to see Nancy and Rory standing in the middle of the living room with huge smiles on their beautiful faces, surrounded by several large rolling luggage. One of which she noticed was her own.

“What are you doing?” Zoey asked them, turning to see Andy’s eager grin. Her eyes furrowed, confused, “What’s going on?”

“We’re taking you away for your birthday,” Nancy’s smile grew, stepping out from behind the luggage and walking towards her. Aurora followed closely behind.

“What? Where are we going?” Zoey asked, her heartbeat rising.

“That’s a surprise. ” Nancy grinned.

Zoey laughed skeptically, eyebrows raising, “This is a joke, right?” Everyone shook their head no and she asked, “What about work? What about Binx? Where are we going?”

Andy spoke up, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her into a hug, “I had our manager put in vacation time for us for almost a month now. We’ve had this planned for a while now.”

“And don’t worry about Binx. Brett’s going to watch him while we’re gone,” Aurora grinned, “We think we packed everything you’ll need, but if Nancy and I forgot anything, we’ll just get it while we’re there. Now come on! We need to go before we’re late!”

Overwhelmed, Zoey shoved the new clothes she just bought into her suitcase, double-checking her pockets to make sure she had her wallet and ID on her. Quickly, she grabbed a hoodie and they were off, making sure to grab Andy’s suitcase from his car before getting into Rory’s and heading to the airport. 

The whole way she was trying to make guesses as to where they were going, but none of them faltered. They had managed to get to the airport, check their luggage, and go through security with her being none the wiser. She wasn’t allowed to look at her ticket. Nancy was always beside her, holding onto Zoey’s documents and explaining to TSA agents and any airport employee they encountered that she was going on a surprise birthday trip, asking them to please not ruin it for her until they got to the gate. Most of them got a kick out of it. Finally, when they reached the gate, there, above the seating area, with Nancy recording her reaction, is where she found out where they were going.

Zoey gasped, her hands shooting up to her mouth and her legs giving out, she crumbled to the ground, tears forming in her eyes, “Rome?!” Her friends stood around her, laughing, smiling, and tearing up at her reaction. “You’re taking me to Rome?!”

Andy put a hand out for her, “You better get your ass up off this dirty-ass floor,” he choked, pulling her to her feet.

“Are you serious?” She repeated, holding onto him for support.

“You said you’ve always wanted to come here,” Aurora reminded her, wrapping her arms around her friend, “You deserve it.”

Nancy came over and they all had a group hug, onlookers staring at them with smiles on their faces when they realized what was going on. “You guys, this is crazy!” Zoey laughed, wiping the tears that ran down her cheeks.

“Well, it’s a long flight. A little over seventeen hours,” Nancy warned her, “and because of the time difference, we technically won’t be arriving until tomorrow night around 5 PM. But we made sure to bring a bunch of snacks and games to play while we’re on board.”

“And bitch, we’re in first class!” Andy squealed, jumping up and down.

Zoey’s eyes widened, her mouth dropping again as she processed everything that was going on. “How the hell did you guys manage all of this? I have a passport? How did you get me a passport? Does Harry know about this? He had something to do with this, didn’t he?”

“We had help to get your passport,” Aurora admitted, “We had to snoop and call your parents to get all of your documents.”

“My parents know I’m going to Italy?!”

“And I’m a little offended you think Harry must have had some involvement in this! What, we couldn’t do this for you on our own?” Nancy feigned disappointment.

“No, I’m sorry, I just-”

“I’m kidding. He totally planned this,” Nancy laughed, “It was his idea to do this. We all just helped make it happen.”

“You guys!” Zoey smiled, pulling them into another long hug before they found a few empty seats in the corner of the seating area before they got ready to board. Zoey took the opportunity to Facetime Harry. It must have been a little before midnight, but she could bet that he’d still answer. And just like she suspected, the screen enlarged just in time to see the dark surrounding of Harry’s room illuminate when he switched on the lamp on his side table. 

He rubbed his eyes and squinted. When he saw the expression on Zoey’s face, his mouth stretched in a smile, “Surprised?” he asked.

Zoey shook her head, there was no hiding her grin, “How could you keep this a secret?”

“Because of that look, right there,” Harry pointed at her face, through the screen.

Nancy leaned over Zoey’s shoulder, “I’ll send you her reaction. It was amazing!”

“You’re going to be there, right?” Zoey asked, her eyes hopeful.

Harry nodded, “Yeah, I head out in the morning. It’s a short flight for me. I’ll be there before you land.”

“Okay. I’ll let you get some sleep then. I’ll see you tomorrow!” she grinned.

“Safe travels,” Harry smiled.

Just before he could end the call she managed to say, “Oh, and Harry? Thank you.”

Harry nodded, winking before the call went blank. It was hard for him to sleep after that. He was too excited. She still had no clue what was to come.

Nancy wasn’t kidding. The flight was long. Excruciatingly long. Even in first class, it was hard to get comfortable. Her legs felt like jello and she had no feeling in her butt anymore. Her neck was so stiff that it was hard to move it. She had read an entire novel by the end of the first half of the flight, and she and Andy had gotten bored of playing cards. There was nothing else to do but sleep.

And sleep, she did. Until the discomfort of depressurization in the cabin made her ears painfully pop and woke her from her sleep. She looked out of the window to see a large city in the distance, slowly coming closer and closer. A chime throughout the airplane sounded, waking Andy beside her, and the pilot’s voice had announced their descent into Rome, followed up by a few other languages. 

Quickly, Zoey’s exhaustion was replaced with exhilaration, excitedly staring out the window as the plane collided with cement and sped down the runway towards their gate. They couldn’t get off fast enough. She thanked the pilots and the flight attendants on the way out, skipping down the hallways with her friends, grabbing their bags, and heading out to the car rental lot to pick up an SUV for the weekend, which Aurora gladly drove, as she was used to European roads, having traveled to Italy a few times before.

The air in Italy was different. Cleaner. Less pollutant. It had a faint smell of lemon and roasted coffee that felt so dreamy. Rory plugged their destination into the GPS and Zoey pressed her nose against the window, staring out at the scene. The architecture was grand. Old. Historical. Beautiful. Her heart skipped a beat whenever she recognized something from the endless hours of research she had done on the history of Rome. She was simply mesmerized. 

They rode for twenty minutes as the sun began to cast a golden glow across the sky, still brightly illuminating the streets below, the streets lined with tall cypress trees and stone walls that separated property lines from large estates to which you could barely see from the road when they finally pulled up to a grand, cast-iron gate. Zoey watched as Rory looked at her phone, punched a code into the call box, and the gate slowly started to open. 

As soon as they pulled into the white gravel driveway, they noticed the vineyard that stretched the length of the grounds on either side of the driveway that separated them leading up to a huge water feature that sat in the center of the wraparound drive situated in front of a massive seven thousand square foot elegant Italian villa. 

“Holy shit,” they all muttered, clamoring out of the car and gawking up at the building. 

“This whole thing is ours for a week?” Andy exclaimed, dumbstruck.

“That’s what Harry said,” Aurora said, opening the trunk door.

One by one they began to pull their luggage out when a whistle caught their attention. They turned to see Harry standing barefoot on the stone landing wearing wool cream-colored pants, a white tank top with an unbuttoned white short sleeve shirt over top, and yellow sunglasses. His arms were outstretched and he smiled, shouting, “Finally! Took you long enough.”

The four of them ran up, dropping their bags to give him a huge hug, shouting out various greetings and shouts of thanks.

He turned to Zoey, grabbing the handle of her suitcase with one hand and wrapping an arm around her shoulder with the other. Her heart fluttered at his touch. He looked and smelled different in Italy. It suited him. Harry’s arm pressed down on the end of his ponytail as he pulled Zoey closer to him and he said aloud, “Now, we are going to make this the best week of your life. But to do that, we have one other surprise for you. So if you’d be so kind as to follow me inside…”

“...What is going on?” Zoey asked, suspiciously following the singer with her friends behind her, Nancy, again, filming her reaction.

Harry grinned as he took her hand, leading her into the home. Everyone took in the scene, gaze scanning the beautiful Tuscan terracotta flooring up the Venetian plastered walls lined with beautiful Italian paintings and artwork and the elegant staircase with wrought iron railing. He noticed she took a deep breath and turned to him.

“Is that food? Are you cooking us dinner?” Zoey asked.

Harry had them stop just before entering what she could see was the kitchen and said, “Well, it’s funny you should mention that. Yes, I’m cooking. But I had a little help. You can come out!” he shouted.

And he watched Zoey’s face change from confusion to absolute shock as she screamed, letting go of his hand and running to her little sister. “Oh my God, Katie!” she screamed, pulling her little sister into a tight embrace, both of them beginning to cry as they looked each other up and down and wiped each other’s tears, muttering incoherent words of sentiment to each other. 

Harry knew how much Katie meant to her, but to see it firsthand almost felt like a privilege. And to think, he almost didn’t think to invite her. She only just turned eighteen. It took a lot of convincing for her parents to let her go. He had offered to pay for the entire trip, but her parents didn’t care about that. He had to Facetime and call them several times, promise to keep them updated at every point of the trip, make sure Katie called them every night before bed, send a general itinerary of the week's events, and give emergency numbers to all in attendance, which everyone was glad to give. He picked Katie up from the airport himself, arriving only two hours before the rest of them.

“You knew, too?” Zoey breathed, finally pulling away from her little sister, her words shaking along with her hands as she wiped the tears from her cheeks. 

Harry felt a lump in his throat begin to rise as soon as he noticed Zoey’s chin quivering from the emotions and Katie nodded, explaining everything that Harry had done. 

Zoey shook her head, overwhelmed, and took a deep breath, motioning towards her friends. “Have you met these guys yet, then?” When Katie shook her head again, she introduced the three, “This is Andy. He’s my amazing friend and coworker. And these two are my roommates. Nancy and Rory.”

The three of them pulled the shy Katie away from her older sister, giving her hugs and showering her with compliments while Zoey turned her attention to Harry. He noticed her red, puffy eyes and grinned, pulling her into a tight hug that she could sink into. It’s only been a little over a week, but it could have been longer for all he knew. Facetime was hardly enough. 

When Zoey pulled away, she walked back over to her little sister, running a hand through her sister’s long brown hair and smiling. Seeing them side-by-side he could see the similarities in their features if he looked hard enough. 

“Alright,” Harry announced, “We have about fifteen minutes until dinner is done, so how about a quick tour of the villa while we wait?” Everyone cheered words of approval, grabbing their bags and following Harry as he walked through the house, “There are seven bedrooms here and a few convertible offices, so everyone gets their own bedroom with more to spare. There are three bedrooms on this floor and four more upstairs. Katie already claimed her bedroom down here. Nice choice, might I add,” he winked at Katie who held onto Zoey’s arm as they peaked into Katie’s room which overlooked the vineyard. “I left the master bedroom upstairs for Zoey since it’s her birthday week. I also picked a room upstairs, so everything else is up for grabs.”

As they roamed throughout the house, everyone began picking rooms. Andy had picked a bedroom adjacent to Katie that had a walkout to the oversized Mediterranean terrace that housed an outdoor seating area with a firepit and a grapevine covered trellis with hanging outdoor chandeliers overtop of a long outdoor dining table, while Aurora and Nancy picked the last two bedrooms upstairs with Harry and Zoey, leaving their bags in their rooms before visiting the two large living rooms, the library, formal dining room, chef’s kitchen, and more. Finally, dinner was ready. Everyone helped take plates, utensils, and glassware out to the table on the back terrace while Harry carefully brought out the large serving plate filled with Chicken Tetrazzini and two bottles of wine tucked in his arms.

They each filled up their plates as Harry passed the wine around. “You’re legal to drink here,” Zoey grinned, filling up her sister’s glass.

“Oooh! You’re going to have so much fun while you’re here!” Andy cooed, smirking at Katie. “Don’t tell your mama on us!”

“Definitely not!” Katie assured her, taking her first sip of wine, and smiling.

Dinner was wonderful, and the view made it even better as the sun began to set. The villa sat up on a hill, overlooking miles and miles of beautiful land with an abundance of pine, fig, cherry, pear, and apple trees. The pool sat yards away with lounge chairs surrounding it. She couldn’t have dreamt up a more beautiful place if she tried.

After dinner, Harry made up a fire in the firepit and everyone sat around with their glass of wine, laughing and enjoying each other's company. One by one they began dropping like flies, heading inside to take a shower or get some rest until there were three left. Harry sat with his back against the view of the yard while Zoey sat opposite him, Katies’ head resting on her lap, sleeping, as her big sister braided and unbraided her hair. 

Harry grinned adoringly, “You’re not what I expected.”

Zoey snorted, looking up from her sister, “What does that mean?”

He shifted in his seat, cocking his head to the side, her face illuminating in the reflection of the dancing flames, “Well, you’re a bartender. And for some reason, whenever I think of a bartender, I think of a badass, tattoo-covered, wild child, tough girl. And I don’t mean to stereotype, but you’re nothing like that. I mean, yeah you can handle yourself. But you’ve got no tattoos, you’re so sweet, and you’re almost like the mom of the group, always making sure everyone else is happy first.”

“I think most bartenders are like me, we just have to put on a tough act in front of customers so they take us seriously,” Zoey said before grinning, “And I do have tattoos.”

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed, “You do? Where?”

She winked, taking a sip of her wine, “Don’t worry about it.”

His mouth dropped, inadvertently scanning her, wondering where her tattoos could be hidden and what on earth they could even be. He hadn’t pegged her for the type to even have a tattoo, let alone in a suggestive spot. 

He watched as Zoey raised her wine glass to her lips once more, taking the smallest sip. The way that the light illuminated her features gave her a romantic and sultry glow, hitting the highs of her cheekbone and accentuating the shadows and curves of her collarbone. He decided he’d had enough wine and would end it there for the night. 

“We should get to bed before jetlag gets us,” Harry suggested.

Zoey nodded in agreement, lightly shaking her sister awake. Harry put out the fire and reminded Katie to send her parents a quick text as they sent her off to bed and the two began to climb the steps, his arm over her shoulders, turning off lights along the way, passing Nancy and Aurora’s room before reaching Harry’s next. They stopped for a moment as he backed up to his door, slowly dragging his arm off of her shoulders. Apart of him wanted to invite her in. He didn’t want the night to end, he wanted to stay up for a few more hours and talk. He still had so much he wanted to tell her. But the more he looked at her, the more he heard his friends taunting him in the back of his mind. ‘You love her’ ‘You’re blind’ ‘By the end of this trip you’ll realize it.’ They weren’t right. He couldn’t let them be right. 

“Night,” he grinned, opening his door.

Zoey’s expression looked uncertain for a moment, hesitating which caused Harry to freeze, almost in a panic, before she blinked and smiled, looking up at him, “Night. See you in the morning.”

He watched as she disappeared into her room, closing the door behind her, achingly wondering what she was thinking about.

Zoey leaned her back against the closed door, closing her eyes tightly and sighing before standing up straight and flipping her suitcase open, pulling out the contents and placing her clothes in the proper drawer or hanging them in the closet before putting her toiletries away in her en suite. Anything to distract herself from the absolute embarrassment she almost just made of herself. How much wine did she drink to think that it might be okay to kiss him?

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[firstyoudrawacircle]

Please tell me so I can understand this

You have a side blog dedicated to throwing hate at pan people, like me

And then you come in the comments and say it's because of your metal breakdown?

I don't get how these two are connected to each other? Please explain this to me

I have severe depression, internalised homophobia and am still able to differ between my feelings and throwing hate at other people.

I really wanna understand this

maybe "mental breakdown" wasn't the right word. i'm not sure what was the right one, so i just used that.

i have a wall of text for background info, so i'm unsure how to "tl;dr" it...if you want a shorter version tho i might be able to, but i'll keep the more important parts in bold.

so look, i'm sorry that i hurt you like this. i'm sorry i hurt everyone. none of this justifies my behavior, but i'm glad to try and give you some context. i just made the account today and mass reblogged everything. and i may have not worded it right. so i don't know how to explain it well but my mind has a tendency of going from one extreme to the other. the best way to describe this is if my moral compass were to be spinning like a ceiling fan. i have no idea how this phenomenon happens, some of it may be rooted in "trying to look cool" but it makes me look like total idiot in the end and sometimes i don't tell people because it makes me look like i'm belittling their problems or justifying myself/putting myself in a positive light when i'm fully responsible for what happened. i don't want to use my condition as an excuse, but maybe looking into the condition will help me. the only things i'm diagnosed with are autism and adhd, but i don't know if any of autism is part of the feeling or a whole other thing that passed the radar.

in fact, i used to ID as pan too. i don't even know if i still do anymore or not. everything just feels like a blur nowadays. i'm still leaving in as much details as possible

it all started back a few months ago where i made a post about things that BaBs said but it got traction and i deleted the post due to the attention exclus were giving it. even to this day i get invisible notifications about it (when the bubble appears with a "1" or a "2" but there's nothing there). i even argued with someone about the debate to the point of getting blocked once. i realized that was pretty stupid of me to do since it kinda collapsed my mood.

fast forward and we go to this week. i wanted to "look at both sides of the argument" since my taste in things got dull over time. i started getting into the psychology of "if a question doesn't have an answer, the side asking it is right" (which looking back now was a little stupid of me considering other people know more about topics than me and i shouldn't be jumping to conclusions even if i can't answer them).

then i questioned the labels on a chatroom (discord server in specific) and got warned, (which looking back at it any interpretation of the two labels is valid if they don't harm one another) so out of blind rage i started going to everywhere and making a hissy fit about the label, leading it all back to tumblr. and then i hurt your feelings along with several others.

i've lost friends this way before, so this incident is absolutely not the first time i've made a scene and went on a harassment spree. because of this, i'm always in the mindset of wanting to help people for a change, but never actually getting to it. whenever i lash out like this, it makes me think that i really never changed from back then. i'm not even sure if that's false anymore. and sometimes i tell my self i'm human, i'm bound to make mistakes. but maybe i'm just like the rest of them (people who say they've "changed for the better" but haven't.)

now that i've taken awareness of my actions, i just need to fix them. i'll be deleting the sideblog promptly after this ask. if there's anything else i need to do to compensate, don't be afraid to ask more or say anything!

[yuli-the-bi]

It took me a while to recollect myself after today's chapter. After excitedly getting up super early (went to bed around 4am, woke up at 7) and waiting patiently for the episode to come out, I had such high hopes, y'know? (Warning: this gets a bit long.)

But that quickly ended in a punch to the gut that, honestly, left me speechless and with full-body tremors. I haven't had an anxiety attack in a while but it hit me hard and took me some time to calm down. I'm used to disappointment from series I watched in the past, but I sincerely did have faith in this one. V7 was what got me back into rwby, mainly because I had dropped it after skipping around the events of V5. I had noticed Qrow getting attention on this site, and went "sure, why not?" and checked the tag. This was when chapter 3 aired, and man, was everyone going wild over it-- for completely good reason. I've always been attached to Qrow as a character. I've had the lowest times in my life where I didn't think I would get back up, and here he was, the character that I saw parts of myself reflected in-- suddenly earning a potential partner that, for once, could balance his semblance and quite possibly everything else. We weren't wrong in the least in that regard.

Speaking from a narrative design point, the outer, cinematic dialogue for c12 was just... so wrong in many ways. It felt like characterization was thrown out the window, Tyrian aside. I've written countless scripts for games, and as a writer you are responsible for forming an immersive dialogue/monologue that will direct the audience into experiencing specific emotions. The lines here, while beautifully delivered by the amazing voice actors, gave me the feeling of two utter, complete strangers that were pitted against each other rather than two people who have been together for quite some time and have developed a bond. The words, especially from Clover, were visceral, cold, and almost robotic. Completely OOC actions aside, the tone set in the scenes were so unnatural it caused me to pause the video several times to digest what had been said.

It hurt to hear Clover of all people, the same man throughout the volume show his concern for ALL civilians, including Mantle (cue back to c9 where he was the one to panic about rushing the rwbyjnr + ace ops/qrow to Mantle to save the people, as well as his stern orders to prioritize the safety of the people), to suddenly become a callous soldier set in his ways. He turned his back on the people that depended on him, which seems to be a reoccurring theme in these past few episodes. That doesn't reflect the man I've seen, admired, and analyzed throughout the volume. This one today felt unnatural and lacked all empathy that he had once shown (literally just in c11 you can *hear* the relief and joy in his voice once he reports that they've apprehended Tyrian, the psycho who has been out on a killing spree and Clover explicitly expressed malice to). This episode just completely forgoes the warmth I've been hearing in his voice.

I'm angry, depressed, and quite frankly, so fucking annoyed at how this episode was handled, from the standpoint of a narrative design/script writer and a fan of the show since high school. There were so many other routes they could have taken, granted, that could have given us just as much angst/shock value without the cost of a character that was a major pillar of support for Qrow. There has been so much wonderful development throughout the volume that sincerely gave me hope that it was going to be okay for him, and in turn, be okay for me and many other individuals who see themselves in Qrow's shoes. But that hope was demolished the moment I heard Clover speak so coldly, just barely showing reluctance he had so boldly delivered in previous chapters. I knew something was wrong, but didn't want to believe it. When I write dialogue for my scripts, I always envision myself as the character speaking, including gestures, facial expressions, and tone/pitch used to create a 'realistic' voice for them. I'm not one of the writers, but they demonstrated a very transparent purpose of closing off the possibilities of character growth with just those few lines. The intention was there. It probably has been from the start. And that isn't okay.

Not when there has been, admittedly, so many scenes where it touched upon gentler, more open emotions like trust, which is supposed to be such a huge factor in this volume. It was used horribly in this chapter, as it was meant to twist Clover's words, making it seem as though Qrow was completely in the wrong when we all fucking know it's two sides of the same coin. Not one side is completely right or wrong. "I wanted to trust you too" really hit me in all the wrong places. It crushed the hope for their bond, and all for what? Dramatic flair? If that's the case, then it was a real poor stylistic choice. Qrow was spot on when he said Clover was being manipulative-- because those words, while they sounded as if they were filled with pain, were all transparent in terms of closing off any more development between them. All these lines served one purpose, and that was to stamp out whatever had been blooming underneath all their previous interactions. Very melodramatic, I've seen about a thousand of these used, and none of them ever get me to react the way the writer intended for. It just left the worst taste in my mouth. (And don't even get me started on that ending. It might've appeased whatever audience they were going for, but bluntly put I've seen commercials that delivered stronger emotional impact than that. It clearly shows even more how Clover is distanced from Qrow in that regard. The "Good luck" at the end is a call back sure but the words exchanged really just... left me feeling so empty rather than a heart full of emotions. I only started crying once I heard Qrow's anguished scream and saw the light fade from Clover's eyes.)

I've seen all the wonderful AUs and fix-it scenarios that many of you have been posting and I really appreciate all your positivity through this horrible misstep in show production. (Thank you to those who are liking and reblogging my fair game comic I made a while back.) This has hurt me so badly that I know I probably won't open up and trust shows like this for quite some time, if ever. I'm skeptical about any changes that might occur in the finale, but I'll be looking at it with cold indifference nonetheless. I'll probably take a break from the series again afterward, but will definitely continue basking in the absolute joy of the fair game community and ignoring... whatever the hell that was. (I actually have some WIPs for fics saved that I might work on and publish once I get time off work). I'm sorry for my rambling and that it might not make much sense, but I had to voice my thoughts on the situation today. It is not okay by any means, and everyone who is upset by this is valid.

[hannah-deserved-better]

Empty Vessels Chapter One

Pairing: Castiel/Hannah, Castiel/Caroline Johnson

Other characters: Jack, Nick (Lucifer’s vessel)

Rating: M PTSD, trauma, torture, graphic violence, angst, psychological issues

Summary: Season 14 spoilers! Nick is suffering from some deep traumatic psychological issues because of Lucifer. To satiate his need for the power he feels when he kills, he has found the perfect target to take out his aggressions on. Former angel's empty vessels. Castiel and Jack go on a hunt to track down some of these empty vessels before Nick does, as his killing spree heats up. Their attempts to save these humans leads them to rural Montana and one particular vessel that Castiel is particularly vested in saving. Caroline Johnson's life after Hannah has been tragic, to say the least. She is found homeless, suffering from the intense trauma of her own possession. This is a look at the traumatic effects of angel possession. It is also a chance for Caroline to be reunited with her angel, as she has never forgotten about Hannah and wants her back. And for Castiel- a chance to fall in love and find the happiness that the empty won't let him have.https://archiveofourown.org/works/16926783/chapters/39769992

Everyone please feel free to reblog, comment, leave kudos on AO3, comment on AO3, whatever. I would love to receive feedback about my writing.

It was snowing when she arrived in town. The biting cold stung at her skin as she wandered along the sidewalk. The holes in her shoes made her pace slightly lopsided as she shivered. No one much took notice of the woman, with her torn faded jeans, the white hospital gown which hung from her shoulders, and the stained and painfully thin black sweater she had found on an empty bench the other day. Her black ankle boots had so many holes in them that she was almost barefoot, the heels of her feet were worn as they made contact with the cold pavement. Her hair, the darkest chestnut brown it could be without being black, hung in limp matted tresses to her shoulders, her thick bangs blew with the wind. She thought she should be used to cold Montana weather having lived there her entire life, but that was before her life changed, before her world changed forever. Caroline. Her name was Caroline. It was Caroline Johnson, now she was Caroline Vermuellen, having felt the need to return to her maiden name after Joe left. There seemed to be a finality to that decision. A truth. She could never have her life back. The tiny southern Montana town seemed to be the place for the wary. Aside from some sneers and hard looks her way, no doubt as they scrutinized her appearance, she was largely ignored. People moved past her, going in and out of stores, to their cars, groups of them frequented restaurant entrances as they went about their lives. Caroline walked past them indignantly. She was innocent like them once. She was just like them. She had a husband, a career, interests. She remembered her favorite subject had always been history and that as a high school history teacher, demanding though it was, had been rewarding, opening young minds to the lessons of the past.   That was all before Hannah. Before the word yes fell from her mouth, changing everything forever. The angel who asked her to put her life aside, to give her body, her mind, her soul to be used. She often thought back to that year, the year she spent as a spectator to her own actions. She had no control over her arms, her legs, the words that came from her mouth, it was if she was watching everything from within and her only companion was the angel herself. “Hello!” the sudden greeting piercing through Caroline’s mind jolted her from her thoughts. She blinked, coming to an abrupt halt before nearly walking right into the young man who had suddenly appeared in her path. “I don’t have any money,” she informed him, looking him up and down. He seemed young, perhaps 16 or 17. The sandy blondish brown hair that fell into his crystal blue eyes- eyes that seemed oddly familiar- and the dimpled smile on his face seemed to diffuse any immediate hostility Caroline had towards him. “I don’t either,” the boy chirped. “But you… did you know you glow?” Caroline cocked her head, squinting quizzically. “I what?” it had never occurred to her that she might appear as anything other than a typical woman in her thirties, to anyone else. There was a time when she did indeed glow- glow with the brilliant blue energy of angelic grace. But that was so long ago. “Yes, its what made me notice you,” he explained. “I was standing outside waiting for my father, and I saw you go by… I’m Jack by the way.” Caroline glanced around at her surroundings. She was across the street from the parking lot of a run down motel. There were a few vehicles in the parking lot, clumps of snow gathered at their tires. “I think you should meet my father,” Jack brought her attention back to him. “We’ve been looking for you… well, not you specifically, but people like you.” “Look I don’t know what you want,” Caroline warned. “But I just arrived in town, I don’t know anything, and I don’t have anything you want. I’m… no one.” Jack cocked his head, puzzled. “But you are someone,” he insisted. “You are here, I can see you. Therefore, you are someone.” He paused for a moment, watching her shiver slightly in the wind. “Would you like a hot chocolate?” he offered. “I can get one for you.” The promise of warmth was tempting. She didn’t know this kid, didn’t know what his intentions might be, and she had been lured into situations gone sour before. But this kid had a kind face and a kind of familiarity with him. She almost felt as though she should know him. Reluctantly, she agreed and followed him across the street. He led her to a motel room, and when he opened the door, motioning for her to come inside, she stepped inside cautiously. It was a typical rundown motel reminiscent of small-town America. Two plain beds adorned with cheap floral patterned bedding, a small table under the window, a bathroom in the far back, a worn, faded, stained brown carpet. Thin curtains shielded thinned out the light from outside. But the warmth bellowing out from the wall heater was welcoming and she eagerly moved towards the heat source, her arms and legs had long gone numb in the cold and the chance to be warm, if even for a moment, was all the encouragement she needed. But as her eyes adjusted to the dimmer light inside the motel, she caught sight of the other individual in the room. She recognized him immediately, he looked just as he had when last she had seen him. Those same deep blue eyes- now she knew who Jack reminded her of- the beige trench coat and blue tie. That same soft smirk that wrinkled the skin under his eyes. “Castiel…” she murmured. She felt as though her heart had just dropped into the pit of her stomach on sight of him. Mixed emotions flooded her. Mostly fear and deep-seated resentment. She quickly turned towards the door. “Get away from me…” she warned. “Wait,” he stood up, holding up a hand. “Caroline… please. Your life is in danger.” Caroline scoffed as she whirled to face him. “My life?” she repeated. “You call this a life? Look at me Castiel… look at what your kind has reduced me to. And in all of these… what has it been, four years? I have not heard a word from anyone above. You just dumped me off and left, not bothering to help clean up the mess.” “I’m sorry,” he offered, genuinely. “It’s what she thought you wanted. Your life back.” “Yeah well, I didn’t get my life back,” Caroline said as she reluctantly sunk into a chair, resolved to stay and hear him out. “What about your husband?” Castiel wanted to know. “I thought you wanted to go back to him. It’s what she thought, its why she released you.” Caroline glanced to Jack who still stood by the door, but closed it and was listening carefully; his eyes fixed on her. “And how was I supposed to explain myself to him?” she asked, as she recalled the first few months after she had returned. “After he saw me with you… I tried to tell him the truth but how could he even be expected to believe me? I tried… for months, I tried. I did everything I could to try to save our marriage. But… the memories, the nightmares… the flashbacks… her thoughts. They never really left me.” She stood up and started pacing. A familiar lump formed in her throat as she internally berated herself for getting emotional, for digging the pain up again. “He never trusted me again. And when I walked in on him in bed with a co-worker… I think I ran…. I ran and ran. I wanted to run forever; I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going and when I woke up… in the hospital… they told me my injuries weren’t severe but that I had to stay for psychiatric evaluation…” Castiel stayed silent. His lips pursed in a thin line as he listened. The look of sympathy on his face was too much, and she turned, choosing to stare at the wall instead, as her vision blurred with hot tears. “All of that was three years ago…” she said, her voice low with emotion. “It’s been like this ever since.” “I’m sorry, Caroline,” Castiel offered. “I know that doesn’t help but… Jack spotted you because of what you are.” She looked at him, a single tear spilling from her eye. “What I am?” she scoffed indignantly. “What am I, Castiel?” “You are an empty vessel,” Jack explained as he moved from the door to one of the beds. “I could tell… you still glow with the trace of angel grace.” “What” she gasped. “But she’s gone, isn’t she?” Castiel sighed. Something passed in his eyes. Was it… sadness? Regret? “Hannah is gone,” he said. His expression seemed to say something more profoundly and Caroline suddenly needed to know. “Gone? She’s in heaven isn’t she?” she was almost dreading the answer. “No,” Castiel replied. “Hannah died. A few years ago. She’s… gone…” That hit her like a ton of bricks. Caroline fell back into the chair, with a gasp as if she had just been kicked in the stomach. She covered her face in her hands, squeezing her eyes shut as she struggled to compose herself. Caroline had spent these years thinking of Hannah. How much she hated and loved the angel, who shared her body. She hated her for destroying her life but loved her for… who she was. Hannah had the kind of strength Caroline never had. She was brave, confident, true. She had a compassion that, as Caroline came to know other angels, she had seen was a rare trait. Caroline knew Hannah had released her out of compassion, and the time they shared together was amazing, she had to admit. But it didn’t make up for the hardships she endured. Losing everything, being homeless, it made her bitter. Knowing Hannah was up there somewhere, fighting for heaven, it had always given her comfort. There was a kind of intimacy she had with Hannah that made her closer to the angel than any lover could ever be. And to know she was gone… Caroline wept hard. Harder than she had in a long time. She felt ashamed for being this distraught in front of Castiel and Jack, but she couldn’t help it. As she sobbed into her hands, she felt a hand gently touch her shoulder. She lifted her head to see Jack, kneeling in front of her, gazing up at her. “I might be able to bring her back,” he said. “After all, I brought him back.” He glanced to Castiel and Caroline met his gaze as the angel stepped closer. “You died too?” she asked. She realized she was four years out of the loop. When she was Hannah, she gained a kind of knowledge about the cosmos she hadn’t had before. She knew about angels, their true roles, the warriors that they were. That Hannah was. She knew about the empty, about heaven, everything. “Yes,” Castiel replied. He came over to stand next to Jack, gazing down at Caroline. “Caroline, I can explain everything to you, but it’s important we tell you why we are here first.” “He called you father,” Caroline glanced from Jack to Castiel. She frowned at the idea, not quite able to piece together how Castiel could have a son when she was sure he didn’t when she’d last seen him. She felt a slight ache at the meaning. She remembered Hannah’s feelings. She had felt them as if they were her own. “He’s not my biological son,” Castiel explained. “He’s Lucifer’s and-” he saw the look of horror spreading quickly across her face- “Lucifer and a human woman. Kelly Kline. She is Jack’s mother.” “She died,” Jack said sadly. “But Castiel is my father. And Dean and Sam.” “We sort of adopted each other,” Castiel explained. “But Caroline, Lucifer is why we are here. You are in danger because you are an empty vessel. Nick… you haven’t met him, but he is Lucifer’s vessel. He, like you, had a hard time adjusting to life without his angel.” “What does he have to do with me?” Caroline wanted to know. She wiped her eyes, taking in a breath as she sat there, the two men both looking at her carefully. “Because he is hunting,” Castiel explained. “He was left emotionally scarred by his experience with Lucifer, and it has caused some… psychological problems you might say. We have already determined he’s killed a number of people already. At first, they were all related to his wife and son’s murder but after that… he kept going. But he has a specific target. Empty vessels like himself. We’ve tracked down at least two empty vessels too late. He’s almost deranged… what he does to them… it's not pleasant, to say the least.” Caroline frowned. “And he wants to do the same to me?” Castiel nodded. “We’ve tracked him here so I think he has been looking for you. Somehow, he’s figured out who you are.” Caroline felt the waves of dread. Someone was hunting her; she didn’t even know who or what he looked like. “The empty is not as stable as it once was,” Castiel said. “Perhaps because of the way Jack brought me back. But we think Nick is using empty vessels, not only to act out his aggression but also to try to bring back Lucifer.” “I see…” she murmured. “So what… am I supposed to go into some sort of angel witness protection program or something? How exactly do you plan to protect me?” “We aren’t sure,” Castiel admitted. “But… bringing Hannah back would certainly be a good start. We just aren’t quite sure how yet.” “But you said you could,” Caroline looked at Jack. “Lucifer stole my mojo,” Jack said with a shrug. “I haven’t gotten it back yet, and I’m still not quite sure how I brought Castiel back. But… we can figure it out. We can try to bring her back if that’s what you want.” “I do…” Caroline said sadly. She realized then that she really meant it. She didn’t just want Hannah back; she needed her. She’d spent the past four years trying to forget Hannah, and the told herself she’d never say yes to an angel again. But she never forgot how Hannah made her feel- powerful. She wanted that again. Maybe, for better or for worse, Hannah was her life now. Hannah was her destiny. She didn’t think she’d be able to be whole again without her. “I’ll do whatever it takes to get her back,” she agreed.

[let-me-write-shit]

Somebody To You: 21

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CHAPTER TWENTY ONE:

They laid in silence for a while, just staring at each other. Neither of them knew what to say. They just needed time to process what was happening and their emotions. Harry’s eyes flickered down to her hands that rested on her hip just above her rose tattoo. He hesitated before reaching out, grabbing her hand and pulling it closer to his chest. Their fingers twirled together for a moment before he laced his fingers through hers, feeling the heat of her palm on his as he hugged her hand to his chest. He could lay here looking at her face forever. 

His eyes searched her face, wondering what she was thinking. Was she happy? She hadn’t even attempted to retract her hand, so that was a good sign. He noticed a tug at her lip which turned into a lopsided smile and small giggles escaped her mouth which turned into hushed laughter as she dug her face into his chest.

Harry grinned, looking down at her, “You know, laughing isn’t the best thing to hear after sex.”

She settled, pulling away, still smiling, “It’s not that. It’s just…” she shook her head, looking up at him, “I never thought I’d be in this situation with you.”

“So you’re not disappointed?” he half-joked.

She rolled her eyes, smiling and pulling her hand back, “Tremendously disappointed. You made me finish first? Who does that?”

He laughed, staring down at her and letting the silence creep in again. Harry brushed a piece of hair that was partially covering her eye, tucking it behind her ear and let his thumb graze her cheek before bending in and placing a soft kiss on her forehead. He knew she couldn’t stay here all night, but he didn’t want her to leave. He was afraid of what would happen if she did. What would happen once the moment was over and they were left alone with nothing but their thoughts? Would she regret this? Would they not be able to look at each other the same? How would their friendship be affected?

These feelings and worries were something he’d typically confide in Zoey about. But he couldn’t do that this time. There were things he couldn’t talk to her about, now, because it dealt with her. And the list of things he couldn’t talk to her about would only grow if things got more serious between them. Surely that would put a strain on things. But seeing how peaceful and comfortable she looked laying in bed with him made him want to take the risk. Would it be worth it? The risk of losing your soulmate?

The loud echoing of footsteps bounding up the stairs made both of their eyes widen and they sat up, staring at the locked door. They could hear giggling and hushed voices getting closer. More voices than expected could be heard and they looked at each other, knowingly. Nancy and Andy must have found what they were looking for at the club. 

Once the voices were no longer audible, Zoey stood up, collected her clothes. “I should get back to my room,” she said, pulling them back on.

Harry frowned, pulling his boxer briefs on and walking over to her. She smiled, pressing her lips to his once more and whispering, “Night,” before poking her head out of the door and tiptoeing, leaving Harry without a chance for rebuttal.

Harry stared at the door for a moment, a smile creeping onto his face and elation taking over him. He danced dramatically in place before flinging himself onto his bed, beaming. At that moment he ignored all the worries and what-ifs. He was happy.

By the time morning rolled around, Zoey was worried about how Harry would act, stressed that he would have regretted it. She barely got any sleep last night. She spent hours thinking. As scared as she was, Harry was the only person that made her feel something. She couldn’t remember another time where she felt whole before him. Yes, she had Jess, but there was always a piece of her that felt like it was missing. It wasn’t until she met Harry that it changed. She was terrified he didn’t feel the same. 

After her shower, Zoey decided to leave her hair down and hesitantly walked into the kitchen where everyone but Nancy was, hanging out and making breakfast. She saw the back of Harry’s head standing at the coffee maker asking everyone if they wanted coffee.

“See, what I’m not going to let you do is ruin my coffee like you did yesterday. Stick with your tea, I’ll make my own coffee,” Andy huffed from the kitchen island, causing everyone to laugh. 

With a smile, Harry turned and caught eyes with Zoey. His eyes flickered, and his smile grew. In an attempt to hide it, he forced his smile into a grin and asked, “coffee?”

Zoey blushed, nodding a yes. Relief washed over her realizing that he didn’t seem regretful at all. Minutes later Nancy walked in, hair disheveled and looking particularly tired. Andy laughed at the sight, “Have fun?” he winked.

She grumbled, taking the coffee that was meant for Zoey out of Harry’s hand and taking a sip, “Italian men are on another level.”

Andy nodded, “You’re telling me.”

“So you did bring someone back,” Harry smirked, making another cup, “I thought I heard extra footsteps. When did they leave?”

“Right after,” Nancy laughed, looking over Aurora’s shoulder as she cooked on the stove.

Andy cackled, sitting up straighter, joking, “Thanks for the fuck, here’s your stuff. We don’t need to exchange numbers.”

Everyone laughed and Nancy turned to look at both Katie, who was buttering toast, and Zoey, who finally got her coffee from Harry. He stood next to Katie who was now helping her plate the toast.

“How was the date last night?” Nancy asked.

Katie beamed, “So good. I’ve been texting Gio since they dropped us off.”

“Oooh, does that mean you got a kiss?” Nancy asked.

Katie blushed, nodding, “Yeah, we both did.”

Harry’s head snapped up, eyeing Zoey, and her body tensed, realizing she never told Harry about the kiss. Shit, she thought, seeing the shock and disappointment in his eyes. While the attention was on Katie as she continued gushing about their date, Zoey sunk back and snuck out of the kitchen towards the library trying to get a second of silence to think. Would he be pissed? Had she screwed everything up?

The creak of the door startled her and she turned to see an annoyed Harry, “You kissed Marco?” he repeated.

Zoey stepped closer, hands up in defense, stammering, “I-You were supposed to be at the club.”

“So you kissed him?”

“Harry, you told me you just wanted to be friends. He asked to kiss me. I said okay. It was just a kiss.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth opened, incredulous, “I was a little preoccupied with your dick in my mouth.” His eyes widened and he closed the library door, not wanting anyone to hear their conversation and she continued, “Would it have made a difference? You wouldn’t have fucked me if you knew I slept with Marco?”

He sighed, walking back over to her, “No, I’m just...fuck. I just would have rather known than me surprised about it, that’s all.”

Her expression softened and she narrowed her eyes at him, a smirk forming, “Are you jealous, H?”

His lips twitched and he blushed, “Shut up.”

She laughed and teased, “You’re jealous!”

“Shut up!” he repeated, folding his arms.

“Make me.”

With one quick move, Harry grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her to him so that their bodies pressed together, attaching his lips to hers. He felt her gasp and relax in his arms, her soft lips practically melting on his. How did she do it? How did she make the room spin whenever she touched him? He almost forgot that they were just friends. He almost forgot that the others were only a few feet away, unaware of what was going on. 

They pulled away, smiling at each other and she took a breath, taken aback, “If you keep kissing me like that, you’re going to get us both in trouble.”

“A little trouble never hurt anyone,” he smirked.

She snorted, “Careful. Before they find out,” she looked down at him before slipping out of the room.

He looked down at himself noticing a peek forming in his sweats from the semi-hard on that had formed. Grinning, he tucked himself into his waistband and went back out just in time to see everyone taking dishes and food out to the terrace table. No one had seemed to notice Harry and Zoey’s glances or smirks. At least no one said anything about it. They just ate breakfast, talking about how sad they were to be leaving in two days.

“I can’t believe tomorrow is our last full day here. What’s the plan for today?” Aurora asked.

“Well, I promised Zoey a shopping spree, so I think we’ll do that today,” Harry said, looking at Zoey.

She knew that was just his excuse to spend some alone time with her, but she wasn’t complaining. She nodded in agreement, “I wanted to go to Trastevere.”

“I’m not opposed to the beach,” Nancy said, taking a bite of food.

“I wanted to meet up with Gio at some point today. Maybe he can meet us there?” Katie asked. 

They finished up eating and Zoey got changed into an orange, short, strappy, floral dress with ruching on the arms and hem. She left her hair down, knowing how much Harry liked it, and put on a light makeup look, meeting Harry in the living room who sat on the couch with Aurora and Nancy.

His eyes sparkled when he saw her and he grinned, standing, “Ready?”

“Have fun!” Nancy called after them.

Zoey could have sworn she noticed a hint of a smirk on Rory’s face, but she shook it off, following Harry to the front door. He led her to his classic car rental, opening the door for her and rounding to his sides. The windows were extra tinted which was probably smart because as soon as Harry closed his door, he leaned over the middle console and pulled her face closer to his, lightly kissing her before sitting back in his seat.

“What was that?” she giggled, pulling on the seatbelt.

“I had to. You looked too beautiful.”

She blushed while he started up the car and as they drove down the driveway, he reached across and intertwined his fingers in hers. She couldn’t believe how quickly things had changed in a matter of hours. And so far, it wasn’t nearly as terrifying as she thought it’d be. 

They made sure to keep the physical contact to a minimum while out in public in case he started to get recognized, which, sure enough, was the case within a matter of two hours when they came out of a little candle boutique and were confronted by a boy and a girl around their age. The two beautiful Italians sheepishly came up, phones in hands, asking for a picture. 

“Sure, of course,” Harry nodded.

Zoey stepped to the side, bags in hand, smiling while he took a picture with each of them, briefly chatting about their day. She noticed onlookers realizing who it was and taking their phones out to snap pictures of him from a distance. Harry thanked them and wished them a good rest of their day, continuing down the cobblestone walkways with Zoey, ignoring the obvious row of people who had their phones out, taking pictures of him as he passed.

“It’s weird being in public with you,” Zoey hushed, trying her best to ignore the phones.

“Good or bad?”

She shrugged, “Neither. Just weird. I keep forgetting you’re famous.”

He looked down, smiling, “Good.”

The two of them grabbed a quick bite to eat for late lunch and decided to head back to the villa by 3 PM. No one was there. Figuring that they were all still at the beach, the two changed into their bathing suits and decided to take a swim in the pool. They threw their towels onto the chair and before Zoey could even dip her toe into the water, Harry ran and tackled her in, their bodies smacking against the cold, still, water, making a huge splash and tidal waves.

Zoey came up for air, standing on her tippy toes and sputtering, wiping the water from her eyes, “Asshole!”

He laughed, swimming up beside her, “Come here,” he beckoned, pulling her close to him, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Zoey wrapped her arms around his shoulders, looking down at him. Water droplets perched on his eyelashes and scattered around his chest. His lips looked glossy and his breath smelt minty from the gum he had just been chewing. Wet strands of his hair had fallen in front of his face and she slicked it back to get a better look at his green eyes. There it was again; that pull. She didn’t fight it this time. She bent down, shutting her eyes as her lips connected with his. The spark. The spark she had always heard about but never felt except when she and Harry kissed. The spark that made her sink into him and cause butterflies to erupt into a frenzied dance in her stomach. 

Harry deepened the kiss by running his tongue along her lips and she parted them, allowing him entrance. They both doop a deeper breath, kissing more fiercely. He carried her over towards the edge of the pool, pressing her back into the wall. She could feel him between her legs getting harder through his bathing suit as their hands began to roam wildly. She wanted him - needed him. 

Her hands trailed down to the waistband of his swim trunks and before she could slip her hand in, a faint clatter could be heard towards the house. They quickly pulled apart, lips red raw and flustered, just in time to see Aurora and Nancy slipping out the back door, tan glistening from their day at the beach.

“Oh, hey guys!” Nancy waved, “Mind if we join you? Want to rinse the sand off.”

“Y-yeah, sure,” Zoey stammered, noticing Harry’s back turn to them to hide his erection in his waistband again. She couldn’t help but chuckle, turning her attention back to her roommates, “How was the beach?”

The night carried on without suspicion. Zoey thought they were doing a pretty good job of acting like nothing was going on. Katie and Andy made dinner for everyone, they all stayed up late talking by the bonfire. Harry purposefully didn’t even sit next to Zoey so that he didn’t raise suspicion. Though that didn’t stop the two from discreetly eyeing each other and stealing kisses when given the chance. 

She had to admit, the sneaking around made it even more fun. As much as she wanted to tell someone, she still wasn’t sure exactly what was going on and she was enjoying having this a secret, for now, afraid that once it was out there, things would change. 

Katie had already gone to bed or at least went to her room to text Gio in private, and all of the careful winks and smirks from Harry was taking every bit of strength for Zoey to not pounce on him across the fire. 

Zoey exaggerated a yawn and announced, “I’m going to head to bed. Goodnight, guys!” 

“Goodnight,” everyone called back.

She hid a final wide-eyed knowing look at Harry before continuing inside and to her room, stripping her clothes down to her bra and underwear, nervously waiting. She scanned the room, trying to decide where the sexiest place to wait was. In her bed? By the door? Sitting? Standing? There wasn’t enough time to decide. Seconds later there was a small knock on the door and Harry quickly slipped in, closing it behind him and smirking to see her already half undressed.

“Can’t get enough of me, can you?” he joked, peeling his shirt off to reveal his toned, tanned body.

Definitely not, she thought, leaping at him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She could feel him smile into the kiss, lifting her off of the floor and wrapping her legs around his waist. It was effortless but felt more passionate than when Brett did it. She tightening her legs around him as his hands slid up her back, unclasping her bra and sliding it off of her. He peeled his face from hers and slid her up his body even more so that he could get a better look at her round breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth while his hand massaged the other. She watched, mouth agape, feeling the wet start to drip into her panties.

A muffled eruption of laughter could be heard through her bedroom window from her friends just below her room on the terrace and Harry glanced over, craning his neck to see the tops of his friends' heads barely visible. Zoey shimmied out of his grip and towards the window, pulling the curtain shut before walking back up to him.

“Come take a shower with me,” she said, pulling his arm and leading him towards the ensuite. 

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She turned all of the shower knobs, sending a stream of water from two shower heads and the rainfall feature to the stone shower floor, warming up. She stripped out of her thong and Harry pulled off his pants, his erection in full view now. She bit her lip at the sight and took him by the cock, gently leading him into the shower.

The warm water cascaded down their bodies, making her grip on him easier as she pumped him. Their lips were more slippery as they kissed. Occasionally they would break apart, panting, to get a look at each other. The water made the curves and arches of her body glisten, somehow making her even more beautiful. All he wanted to do was run his tongue from her toes on up. 

He attached himself onto her neck, lightly biting at the base. He kept trailing down to her nipples. He bent down, even more, kneeling and sucking on her navel. The smooth stones from the shower floor felt like gravel underneath his kneecaps, but he didn’t care. He lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder, kissing her rose tattoo before burying his face in her cunt, ravenous for a taste of her again. He heard her soft gasps echo in the shower and felt the water from the shower collecting by his nose making it harder to breathe, but he ignored it. He would drown before he was forced to stop, for all he cared. 

His hands gripped onto her waist and her hands slid down to meet his, intertwining their fingers as he continued to suck on her juices. Her body twitched with pleasure and he breathed heavily into her. He was throbbing. He needed to be inside of her. 

He let her leg down from his shoulder and stood up, his cock pushing into the crease of her legs. She licked his lips and muttered, “fuck me,” into his mouth. The sudden realization that he didn’t have a condom with him hit and his eyes instinctively roamed around the room. She seemed to realize, too, hesitated, and said, “Pull out.”

He nodded, kissing her before spinning her around and pushing her chest against the wall, her ‘bite’ tattoo now visible. He had to do it. How could he not? He bent down, once more, wrapping his mouth around her tattoo and biting down, just hard enough to leave an impression, his hand sliding down her crack and feeling for the plump, warm entrance of her cunt, sliding two fingers in to make sure she was ready for him. Her whimpering seemed proof enough, so he stood up, taking hold of his cock, and guiding it in, making her gasp.

Harry watched as she pushed her face into the shower wall, eyes tightly closed and mouth ajar. Even dripping wet with hair stuck to hair stuck to her cheek, he had never seen a more beautiful person. He took both of her arms, folding them behind her back and using them as leverage to thrust himself harder into her. She moaned louder and he gritted his teeth, sure he was going to finish soon. 

“Ha-rry,” she moaned, legs trembling. She had finished.

He spun her around, lifting one of her legs and forcing himself inside of her again, grunting. His free hand slid up her wet body and took hold of her neck, forcing her to look up at him. He could feel chills run down his spine as their eyes locked, unblinking, the burning desire ravenous in both of them. He let out a grunt, pushing himself away from her and pressing his cock to his stomach, white spunk exploding from his tip, washing away from the water. When it was all out, he placed another firm kiss on her lips before the two of them finished washing up, gently bathing each other.

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They towel-dried and laid in Zoey’s bed in silence, enjoying the moment. He listened to her breathing and the sound of his heart beating pounded in his ears. Why was this feeling so intense with her? What made her so much different than the rest? What made it easier to be with her compared to someone else? He couldn’t understand it. He couldn’t wrap his head around it.

Her head shifted up to look into his eyes and she hesitated, mouth opening and closing in thought before she decided to speak. “What happens after we leave?” she asked.

“After we leave?” he repeated.

She nodded, “Yeah. When we leave Italy. When we go home. What happens?”

His heart sank to his stomach and a lump formed in his throat. He didn’t know. Honestly. As much as he wanted to be with her, he had no clue if he could. London was his home, not hers. He’d been away on tour for so long, he couldn’t leave his friends and family in England, again. Besides, he had to get back and start working on a new album soon. Zoey lived a relatively normal life. Worked a relatively normal 40 hour work week with vacation time and benefits. It’s not like she could pick up and fly to him whenever she wanted. 

Could she even handle his lifestyle? Even she admitted to forgetting that he was famous when fans came up to them on the street. That wasn’t even a fraction of what she could expect daily of life with a celebrity. Did he want to put her through that? Having a fling with someone is one thing, but a relationship was something completely different. It wasn't something he took lightly.  There were always serious repercussions when it came to dating someone famous and he was afraid of what that might mean.

He didn’t have an answer for her. Instead, he pulled her closer to him, placing a kiss on her forehead and resting his chin on the top of her head. Neither of them spoke again. They just laid there in silence once more, letting the question sink into their chest as they fell asleep. What happens when this vacation ends?

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