#They give Jean a song about how nice it could be to settle down with him. Bitch that's the Hamptons era with Evelyn and guess how that goes

[procrastinationaccount]

Production of American Psycho where all the instrumental tracks are just played from yt or spotify and Bateman goes on semi-scripted tangents about each product, and a few nonsensical ads for poisons industrial weapons etc are sprinkled in with increasing frequency as it goes on. Also all the songs are different because I fucking hate what they did with that show.

[volklana]

Love's The Death of Peace of Mind

Title Comes From This Song:

Cannot recommend enough listening to this song as you read it set the whole tome for me writing.

Request: Please I'm on my knees a modern Sihtric x reader where they hate each other. But somehow end up fucking and then become obsessed with each other. I've seen with your Bucky fics that you sometimes use songs so could I suggest The Death of Peace of Mind by bad Omens? I'm already drooling...

Modern!Sihtric x Reader

Warnings: Hints of slight alcohol abuse. If that isn't for you, please don't read, protect your peace and you can catch me next time xx

I don't know why but I hyperfixated on Sihtric's hair in this one??

You felt stupid, walking up the steps to the club with the small gift bag in hand, the loud music already blaring before you even made it inside.

Your eyes scanned the room for the one person you knew in the city, slightly regretting that you had agreed to come out to celebrate his birthday but he had assured you his friends would love you, and when he got down on his knees at work amidst the pile of band shirts you were attempting to fold and begged you to come, you just couldn’t refuse him.

You finally spotted him laughing easily with a group of friends and shyly made your way over.

“You came!” he shouted, placing his drink down on the table and running to meet you, picking you up and spinning you around as you laughed freely, despite your nerves, “You got me a gift?” he exclaimed when he finally placed you down.

“It’s only something small,” you laughed at his childlike excitement.

You had left an incredibly shitty relationship and moved to London, a few months ago, but it wasn’t until you started working at a backstreet record store that you had met Osferth, and surprised yourself at how quickly you two had become friends. 

He didn’t exactly give you a choice.

Soon another pair of strong arms pulled you in for a hug and he introduced himself as Finan, winking at you and you felt your cheeks flush.

Osferth brought you over to the table they had been sitting at and introduced you to a couple who were seated.

“Uhtred. Gisela, this is y/n!” Osferth shouted over the music and Gisela was rising out of her seat like lightning “Finally!” she exclaimed coming to give you a hug, “We’ve heard so much about you! It’ll be nice to finally have another girl to keep these guys in check!” you giggled and squished her back in appreciation, throwing a smile towards Uhtred who was patiently waiting his turn to give you a hug. 

“I’m not sure where Sihtric is but you’ll meet him tonight too,” Osferth grinned and Gisela leaned in closer to your ear, “Don’t be offended if he doesn’t react too warmly. He’s shy.”  You nodded, thanking her for the heads up.

“I’m going to get a drink,” you shouted over the music and Osferth rose too, “I’ll come with you,” he offered and you shook your head, “Stay and enjoy yourself, I’ll be right back!” you countered and he smiled happily taking his seat again.

You pushed your way through the sweaty bodies on the dancefloor, making your way across to the bar and tried to settle the nerves in your stomach. You were so out of your comfort zone, that you’d already decided you would have two or three drinks and dip out early and leave Osferth in the very capable hands of his friends.

You ordered your usual drink and then for good measure, ordered a shot for some liquid confidence. It was then you spotted what you thought was the most gorgeous man you had ever laid eyes on, leaning with his back against the bar, eyes watching the dancefloor with a drink in hand, His black skinny jeans were tucked into a pair of doc martens and he was wearing a grey and black plaid shirt over a black tee, his hair was pulled into a bun at the nape of his neck. He must have sensed your gaze because suddenly his eyes were on yours and his face hardened, eyeing you with uncertainty. You quickly downed your shot and made your way back to Osferth’s table. 

You chatted easily with Gisela, already making plans to meet her for coffee and swapping numbers. Finan was laying the flirting on thick but you quickly realised it was his way of teasing and he almost lit up when you began giving it back just as good.

When you finished your drink, you were relieved when he offered to grab you a fresh one as he went to order himself another pint.

“Sihtric!” Osferth shouted “Finally, come here I want you to meet y/n”

Your stomach dropped when you realised it was the guy from the bar. He simply nodded your way in acknowledgement, and it was only under these lights that you realised that he had two different coloured eyes, and his face twitched in amusement.

“Your friend has a staring problem Osferth,” he teased and you felt your cheeks heat up and wanted the ground to swallow you whole, “I’m Sihtric,” he nodded your way.

 “Nice to meet you, you managed a small shy smile his way and Gisela, squeezed your leg with a knowing smile. 

After a couple of drinks you made your excuses, reminding Osferth that you had taken the opening shift so that he could sleep off his hangover in the morning. Sihtric was once again nowhere to be found, so you said goodbye to the rest of the group, promising you would come out again soon. 

You pulled your leather jacket tighter around your body as you took your phone out to book an uber.

“Leaving so soon?” a cocky voice called over your shoulder and you turned around to see Sihtric propped up against the wall, exhaling cigarette smoke, as he flicked the ash from the top of his lit cigarette.

“Yeah,” you sighed “I’ve got work in the morning.” 

“Thought you’d be heading back with Osferth, giving him his proper present,” he smirked, taking another pull of his cigarette and you glared his way.

“It’s not like that. We’re just friends.”

Sihtric threw his cigarette away and moved towards you, “So you’ve no interest in letting him take you home and having his way with you?.” 

“None,” you shot back indignantly. “Maybe, you can’t keep friends without fucking them, but I’m not like that.”

“Hmm,” he considered, moving into your space, “But we’re not friends, and I’ve seen you looking at me all night. Maybe you’d like me to take you home and show you a good time.” 

You wanted to tell him to back off, to tell him he was reading you wrong. But truth be told it had been months since anyone had ignited this kind of spark in and you had been lonely in this city.

You swallowed thickly as his two mismatched eyes bore down into yours.

“They- they told me you were shy,” was the only thing you could muster and he chuckled, deep and seductively he dipped down to whisper in your ear, hand snaking up to wrap in your hair “Quiet and shy are not the same thing, lady.” 

You could barely keep your hands off each other in the cab back to his apartment. He nipped and sucked the skin on your neck, and you were sure you would have to wear a turtleneck to work tomorrow to hide the evidence.

Sihtric pushed you up against the wall of the elevator and you were almost dizzy when he pulled away, spilling out into the corridor and through the door of his apartment.

He was rough and needy, barely allowing you space to breathe, pulling the sleeves of your dress down your arms and watching as it slipped to the floor, he made quick work of his own clothes too before he flung you on the bed.

He was a commanding lover, marking your body and fucking you hard and fast until you were a screaming mess, which seamed to only spur him further. 

“Say my name. Say my name love, I’m so close.”

You looked up at him through your lashes and it was like his name left your lips of its own accord and he collapsed a panting weight on top of you.

He snaked his hands around you, pressing you closer to him, “Such a feisty little thing,” he chuckled and you wrapped your fingers through his soft hair, pulling the band from his hair and letting his loose curls free, “So pretty,” you couldn’t help but muse, as his curls fell down around his face, but his gaze hardened and it was like the spell was broken.

He rolled off you, and slipped his underwear back on and began rummaging through his jeans until he found his box of cigarettes, he made his way towards the balcony before he threw a glance your way, “Do you want me to call you a cab?”

You whipped your head in his direction but he was keeping his gaze solely on the door to the balcony and you couldn’t help the shame pitting in your stomach. He wanted you to leave.

“Um, no I can get an uber,” you tried to answer nonchalantly, trying to disguise the hurt you felt at being used and the sudden change in pace. 

“Okay,” was all he answered before pulling the sliding door open and stepping out into the night air, as you watched the flame of his lighter ignite the cigarette.

You quickly pulled your discarded clothes back on and fumbled with your phone until you had successfully booked an uber through the app. 

You waited for Sihtric to come back inside, but he never turned to look at you again, feeling your stomach churn when he simply lit another cigarette.

Your phone pinged to say your driver was outside and so you let yourself out of his apartment, and down to the lobby. As you opened the door to get into the back of your car, you risked a glance back up to his balcony, you could still make out his silhouette and the little flicker of a lit cigarette, but he didn’t acknowledge you, instead turning on his heel and making his way back inside, and you cried the whole way home in the back of the uber. 

You never told Osferth about what had happened after you left the club that night, and you gathered that Sihtric hadn’t either. You did however meet up for that coffee with Gisela, mainly because she wouldn’t give you the option not to. 

“You’ve been avoiding us,” she murmured softly.

“I’ve just been busy,” you lied, stirring your coffee more than you needed to, and she decided against arguing with you.

“Well this Saturday is Uhtred’s birthday, and before you say you can’t, I happen to know you have the weekend off. I already checked with Osferth,” you couldn’t help but laugh at her eagerness “Please, y/n. For me. For Osferth. Please come.”

And that was precisely how you’d found yourself sipping a drink on the sofa of Uhtred and Finan’s apartment, music blaring and deep in conversation with Finan.

You were relieved when you arrived that there was no sign of Sihtric, and so had settled into an easy conversation with the Irishman, who was trying to convince you to let him tattoo you, opening up his instagram to show you some of his work.

“Sorry I’m late,” a voice announced from the hallway, hauling in a crate of beer, “My last appointment ran a little over time.”

“Sure!” the Irishman taunted “More like you got carried away with that hot blonde I left you with.”

Sihtric smiled smugly, but his face dropped when he spotted you.

“Y/n,” he acknowledged.

“Sihtric,” you threw back and then turned your attention back to Finan urging him to continue showing you his work. 

You danced a bit with Gisela and Eadith, bumping hips and running your hands through your hair, you were tipsy and having more fun than you’d had in months, before you excused yourself to go grab a drink from the fridge. Sauntering past Sihtric without sparing him a glance.

You were about to close the fridge yourself, when someone reached over you from behind and slammed it shut.

“Were you just going to ignore me all night then?” Sihtric’s sultry voice whispered in your ear and you carefully twisted around, eyeing him cautiously.

“That was the plan.” 

“And why would you want to do that? You were screaming my name not so long ago.”

“I’m a good actress,” you spat and went to push past him, but he caught your arm.

“No, you’re not,” he laughed smugly and pushed you up against the fridge behind, “Bet I could have you screaming my name again right now if I wanted.”

You shoved him off you hard, “Go find someone else to hit and quit. I had my turn.”

Sihtric swallowed hard and looked like he wanted to say something else, but he simply let you push past.

“Are you and Finan a thing?” he asked suddenly, shocking even himself.

“Why would it matter to you if we were?” you shot back “You clearly don’t even like me, and I certainly don’t like you,” you spat before, Sihtric cut you off by crashing his lips to yours. You felt ashamed again when all your resolve melted and you allowed him to pull you upstairs into Finan’s room, taking you up against the wall, you dug your nails onto the skin of his back as you tried to stop yourself crying out when he came undone, panting as you came down from your own release.

“Come back to mine,” Sihtric pleaded and you were snapped back to your senses.

“What? No!” you shoved him off, pulling your panties back up, and watching as his mismatched eyes flashed with confusion. You were not going to give him the opportunity to make you feel like nothing again. You stepped out of the room, not sparing him a glance as you went and took your seat beside Finan, you didn’t see Sihtric again, until he slinked out of the apartment with a girl wrapped up in his arms and you had to hide the tears that were threatening to fall, telling Finan you were just tired.  

You stopped allowing Sihtric to be the reason you didn’t go out with your new found friends every weekend. Instead you both gave each other a wide berth, feigning politeness in front of the rest of the group but not speaking to each other at all aside from keeping the peace.

But why then did every night out end with your hands wrapped up in Sihtric’s hair and his lips on yours, begging you to come back to his place with him, but you always refused.

You tried to convince yourself it was simply sex, but the more it went on the harder it was to deny that you were developing feelings for him. That’s what made it so hard. 

And when Sihtric disappeared for a few weeks, Osferth told you he had gone on a retreat, you scoffed and Osferth looked confused. You just didn’t see Sihtric as the spiritual kind, but evidently you were wrong.

You joined a dating app and pushed yourself out of your comfort zone by agreeing to go on a date. Even if it was just to try to forget about Sihtric for an hour or so.

You spent hours on your makeup and settled on a black satin dress, a baggy denim jacket and boots. You felt confident for the first time since Sihtric had knocked it significantly.

But your confidence was quickly shattered, when half an hour turned into one hour. And one hour turned into two, and your date was a no show. You went to check your messages only to find that he had unmatched you and blocked your number, and that was that.

You had been ordering drinks as you waited and now you were drunk.

“Fuck it,” you sighed grabbing your jacket and decided on walking home.

You were drunk and it was possibly the stupidest thing you had ever done, but you were alone walking streets you didn’t quite recognise after dark and it happened like lightning.

Someone tried to pull your bag off your shoulders and you attempted to fight them off, you barely registered the punch to your pace until blood began to pump from your nose, the taste of metal filling your mouth as your attacker pushed you to the ground and made off with your bag.

As you gathered yourself off the ground you attempted to give chase but he was long gone and you weren’t even confident in what direction he had gone.

You walked in shock for a few minutes, holding your nose, tears spilling down your face and then you found yourself at a familiar junction.

The welcoming light of a lobby to an apartment building that you had been in once. You chanced a look up at his balcony and were surprised to find the lights in his apartment were on. Swallowing your pride you wrapped your jacket tighter around yourself and took the elevator up to his floor.

“Y/n,” he gasped, taking in your appearance “What the hell happened?” he rushed.

But you were frozen to the spot, shock beginning to set in, as you shook.

“I’m sorry to just turn up here. I didn’t- I didn’t know what else to do.”

“Fuck,come here,” he said softly ushering you inside. He was topless, in a pair of low rise black sweats, his curly hair hanging loose around his face, damp from just showering.

“What happened,” he asked again softly and you relayed the story as you trembled.

He looked you over, blood drying on your face, but thankfully your nose didn’t seem broken and you were very, obviously drunk.

“My phone, my purse, they’re all gone,” you were beginning to freak out and Sihtric could see it.

“Shh, it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay, we’re going to sort it all out. Come here,” he subconsciously pulled you to him, rubbing soothing patterns on your back, heart falling at the feel of you trembling in his arms.

“Were you on a date?” he eventually broke the thick silence, you nodded and he tutted “What asshole would let you walk home alone in the dark after you’d been drinking?” 

You laughed dryly and his eyes shot down to look at you like you were crazy “The kind of guy that leaves you waiting for hours, only to stand you up and block you on everything. Just my luck,” you sniffed “The only two guys I’ve been with since I left my emotionally abusive ex have been even bigger dickheads.” 

Sihtric stilled, all actions and you froze “I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean that. I think maybe you should just call me a cab and I’ll go.”

Sihtric shook his head, pulling you into the bathroom and seating you on the tub, “At least let me get you cleaned up.”

He took a washcloth and gingerly wiped away the drying blood, you were surprised at how gentle he was capable of being. 

“We should block your phone so whoever has it won’t be able to use it,” you nodded, head spinning and he set about doing it all for you, he gave you his phone to call the bank so you could block your cards too. 

He went to make you tea and it was only when he was out of your space that you allowed the tears to fall, and you sat holding your head in your hands.

“What can I do?” he begged quietly as you sipped your tea, tears silently slipping down your cheeks.

“Can you take me home?” you sniffed “I feel stupid in these clothes. I think I need to sleep.” 

“You should sleep here, I’ll take you home in the morning, you’ll need to call your landlord for a set of new keys anyway.”

“I don’t want to stay here,” you suddenly panicked.

“I wouldn’t try anything tonight, not while you’re hurt,” Sihtric rushed, hurt etched across his features “I may not be a good man in your story but I can be..good,” he sighed in a small voice.

“That’s not- I know you wouldn’t-”

“-But you don’t want to stay?” 

“The last time I was here, you treated me like an asshole, Sihtric, how can I sleep wondering when you’re suddenly gonna decide to kick me out” 

“Y/n” he looked at you blinking frantically, like he was desperately trying to find the right thing to say.

“Please, just take me home,” you whispered and he was nodding furiously before he could change his mind. 

The ride back to your apartment was silent and you kept your eyes trained on the window, watching the London skyline fly by, your head spinning from the alcohol and events of the night. 

As soon as he pulled into your parking lot, you were pulling at the handle, before he had even put the car in park. 

“Y/n, wait…wait,” he grasped your hand, “I’m sorry I haven’t been the guy you want me to be. I fucking wish I could be.”

You pulled your hand out of his grasp and you couldn’t help the tears gathering in your eyes, “You know Sihtric. I could have loved you. But, you just wouldn’t let me,” you slammed the door and made your way up into your building before he could respond and before you lost all resolve completely. 

Weeks passed and you didn’t see Sihtric, nor did Osferth for that matter. He said Sihtric sometimes did this.

“It’s like he hits self destruct, he starts running around with his old friends. He goes on a bender and then he comes back when he’s worked through whatever it is he needed to get out of his system. It’s not the best way to deal with things, but hell if I’d been through the shit Sihtric has in his life I don’t even know if I’d be here anymore. It’s a shame because he is such a sweet and caring guy, he doesn’t deserve it”

You wanted to press Osferth on what he meant, but you didn’t want to seem so interested in Sihtric that it would raise suspicions. 

But it was evident that his friends were beginning to worry about him, you were worried sick but you didn’t even have his number to text him. Was it even your place to do so? 

A loud banging on your door woke you up with a start, and you began to panic, fearing someone was breaking into your apartment.

But then you heard it again, the distinct sound of knocking and someone calling your name, and you flung the door open to find Sihtric, slumped against the wall, very clearly intoxicated and upset. 

“Y/n,” he sighed, falling down at your feet, grasping your waist and leaning his full weight into you, “Please. I can’t stop thinking about you. The way you taste, the way you say my name. Please, I need you to just hear me out.”

“Sihtric,” you cried, raking your fingers through his soft curls, trying to sooth him “We’ve been  worried sick about you. I’ve been worried about you,” you decided to be honest.

“Please, y/n, I’m sick of pretending that I don’t care about you. I can’t do it. I can’t pretend that I’m not head over heels for you anymore,” the last statement slipped from his lips and he looked up at you wide eyed, fearing you would reject him.

“You’re drunk Sihtric, you don’t mean this,” you tried to sooth but hurt flashed across his face.

He suddenly rose up to his full height, cupping your face “You’re all I can think about. I thought by drinking I could forget about you. But I can’t stop thinking about you. You’ve been the death of me. The death of my peace of mind.”

“You don’t mean this,” you repeated, trying to reassure yourself more than him.

“Why do you keep doing this to me? You keep denying me. Keep dismissing me.” 

“You did it first!” you threw, and he had, Sihtric had rejected you first, forced you to build these walls to try to keep him at arm’s length. He looked at you sincerely, confusion written all over his face so you continued.

“That first time, Sihtric, you couldn’t get rid of me fast enough. After you’d gotten what you wanted. You’ve always just wanted the sex you don’t want me and I’m not going to have my heart broken again by another emotionally unavailable man.”

“Don’t you get it?” he spat “You have the power to completely destroy me. You already are. I thought I could stop myself from falling if I made you leave. I thought I could drink and fuck you out of my mind but I can’t do it anymore. I don’t want to do it anymore. I need you.” 

He brought his forehead to rest against yours, breathing heavily, his eyes slipping closed as he held your face in his hands.

“You said you could love me if I let you. Did you mean that? Please tell me you meant it?” he begged and you nodded in his hands and he sighed in relief.

“I’m fucked up. I have so much baggage and I will probably fuck up a million times, but I want to try with you. I want to try for you.” 

“I always wanted you Sihtric,” you admitted “But this is a complete 360 and I don’t want to get burned again.” 

Sihtric didn’t know how else to convince you he was serious, so he pressed his lips against yours, Sihtric was not a man of words but he could show you with his actions.

You woke in the morning, encased in Sihtric’s arms, his grasp on you like a vice grip.

When you made to move, he refused to release his grip, snuggling further into you, but relenting when you told him you were going to make breakfast.

You watched him as he scoffed down his toast and took a big gulp of orange juice.

“Did you mean everything you said last night?” you eventually tested, breaking the silence.

“Every word,” he promised, looking right into your eyes sincerely, “I pushed you away because I was afraid to let myself fall in love with you, but all that did was hurt the two of us, and I can’t take back all the time we lost, but I promise I will try to make it up to you.” 

You considered him quietly for a moment, and he swallowed hard.

“I’m not sure how much Osferth told you about my past..but it’s not a happy one. It’s why I’m so fucked up, but it’s not a good enough excuse for the way I behaved with you. When we first met I was on a downward spiral, I had just come from the most traumatizing relationship of my life and you terrified the life out of me, all gentle and tender and looking at me like we could have been something more than just that night, and I panicked and I was cruel. ” 

“I’m sorry,” you muttered “I didn’t know,” you said softly.

“How could you love?” he sighed gently “I never even gave you a chance. But I have tried to be better for you. To be the man who deserved to be looked at the way you looked at me that night when you ran your fingers through my hair. That retreat I went on, I signed myself into a programme to try to get my drinking under control again, I had this whole plan to ask you out proper. To explain myself but when you turned up on my doorstep that night  I realised I was fucked, and the thought of you rejecting me, sent me into a spiral, and I hit the drink again.” He suddenly pulled his knee up to rest his chin on. “Fuck, I’m a lot right?” he suddenly chuckled, extending his hands out with a self deprecating shrug.

“Honestly, yes,” you laughed, examining his face, blushing when you found his eyes were already on yours. You still thought he was the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen on the planet and your breath caught in your throat.

“So where do we go from here?” you tried gently.

“C’mere?” he mumbled and you crawled your way onto his lap and he placed feather light kisses to your face.

“Will you let me date you proper? Take you out, show you off, be my girl? No more sneaking around. I want to tell Osferth and Uhtred and Finan.” You nodded, smiling as your heart began to flutter.

“You know Osferth is going to kill me don’t you?” he laughed against your skin and you laughed out loud “And I know that you’re going to have to learn to trust me, I’m not expecting it to happen overnight.”

You nodded, playing with the soft curls around the nape of his neck, and he leaned heavily into your touch.

“I want to trust you and I want to love you.”

“But?” he hummed.

“Don’t hurt me Sihtric.”

“Never again,” he promised, pressing his lips to yours.

“I fucking knew it!” Finan exclaimed, slapping Sihtric on the back.

“No you did not!” Uhtred laughed,coming to clasp hands with his friend, “I am so happy for you both,” he said honestly and Gisela came to pull you into a hug, you released Sihtric’s hand so you could squeeze her properly.

Osferth, who had been strangely quiet stepped forward, a worried frown across his brow, “I don’t know who I’m supposed to warn about not hurting the other. You are both my friends.” 

Sihtric took your hand in his again, pressing his lips to your hand, “I’m never hurting this one. I love her.” your eyes fluttered and you couldn’t help the shaky laugh that left your body with relief.

Sihtric had once said that love was the death of peace of mind, and if that was so, you were out of your own damn mind in love with that boy.

Tagging: @canyonmoon-2 @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @whitedarkmoonflower @shamrockqueen @thenameswinter99 @foxyanon @acdassenza @thatawkwardlittlefangirl

[lilacliquors]

pairing: homelander x reader

word count: 1002

inspo song: walking in a winter wonderland

notes: on the first day of ficmas, lilacliquors gave to me ... snowy homelander for all to see!

it wasn’t often you got some quality time with your lover. being the face of vought, and having taken over so much more of the company was taking its toll on him, and on your relationship. you hated it, but there wasn’t much you could do about it. you just went on with your days as usual, and the days turned weeks, weeks into months, and soon, it was december. and what was more surprising was the snow that was falling onto the city just a few days before christmas. you didn’t think you’d see another potentially white christmas for  the rest of your life, but here it was.

you were sitting by your window, a mug of tea in your hands as you watched the snow fall outside. the world was white and peaceful, the blanket of snow bringing that comforting silence with it. it was strange, how quiet everything got when it snowed, but you loved it more than you could really explain. the mug was warm in your hands, a cozy blanket was draped around your shoulders, and you felt calm.

a sudden knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts, and you tilted your head. you weren’t expecting any visitors at this hour, but you got up to go check. you left your mug on the table and set the blanket on the couch, then walked to the door. you peered through the peephole, and you gasped softly. quickly, you unlocked the door and opened it, smiling widely. homelander was on the other side, dressed in civilian clothes.

“john!” you said, throwing your arms around his neck in a hug. you felt him wrap his back around your waist, holding you tight to his body.

“missed you,” he murmured, and you could feel it in his grasp.

“i missed you, too,” you said, pulling back a bit to smile up at him. it was honestly a relief to see him, and he could see it in your eyes. he glanced into your place, then looked back down at you, his lips pulling into a rare smile.

“care to join me for a stroll?” he asked, gesturing back outside to the falling snow. he remembered how much you enjoyed walking in the snow, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t daydreaming about the way snowflakes settled in your hair.

“oh, well, it’s kind of late …” you said, glancing to the clock. it was close to ten at night, and you had work the next day. but on the other hand, snow didn’t fall like this so often anymore, and it would be a shame to waste the quality time you’d been missing for so long.

“on second thought, give me one second.”

you ducked back inside and went to change from your comfy clothes into jeans, a sweater, and boots. you grabbed a scarf and your winter jacket, and you met him back by the door. you tucked your keys and phone into your jacket pocket, then joined him outside. the world was silent as the two of you walked down the sidewalk, bundled up tight. there was no one else around, and only the glow of christmas lights and street lamps lit your way. it was nice, not being bombarded by adoring fans of his as you walked, you had to admit.

in the distance, you could hear church bells ringing, adding to the atmosphere. the snow fell gently, flakes big and small, and you felt homelander reach for your hand. your fingers laced together, and he tucked both of your hands into the pocket of his jacket, just to keep your warm. he didn’t really feel the cold, not after all the years he spent flying at the same height as airplanes. that thought alone made your stomach flop as if you were falling from a great height, but you shook it off and just focused on your walk.

as you continued through your neighborhood, homelander stole glances time after time, watching as the snowflakes settled in your hair, just the way he’d envisioned. you were picturesque, and he’d never seen anything or anyone so beautiful before. he hated being away from you for so long, but his world got more demanding every day. it sucked the life out of him more often than not, but being there with you, in the quiet of the snow, things felt like they would be okay. being there with you was like like a breath of fresh air, and it was what he desperately needed.

“oh, look!” you said, pointing towards the park near your house. a snowman stood in the empty grass, complete with a carrot nose and sticks for arms. you’d heard kids playing outside all afternoon, and you stopped to admire the simplicity of childhood joy. building snowmen, making snow angels, they were classics. if you weren’t wearing jeans, you’d flop down into the grass and make an angel of your own.

“well, isn’t that cute?” he said with a chuckle.

the farther along you walked, the more the snow seemed to fall, and the colder you got. when he looked down at you again, he saw that the tip of your nose was a little pink, and there was a shake to your shoulders.

“want to start heading back?” he asked, and you sighed.

“not really,” you admitted. “I don’t wanna have to say goodbye.”

“you could always ask me to stay a little longer.”

you stopped walking, standing under a streetlamp so you could see his face.

“would you stay a little longer? i’ll make you hot cocoa,” you offered, and a smile crept onto his lips. a real, genuine smile.

“i would love that. come on, let’s get you home and warmed up.”

with your hand in his, you started the walk back to your house, and in the distance, you swore you could hear the church bells again, though it was faint.

maybe things would be okay after all.

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Waking up in Vegas {Chapter 2; Eddie}

PAIRING: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader WC: over 2000 CW: Minors do not interact!! No use of y/n, use of she/her pronouns, slow burn, hints of abuse, swearing, i think that is it. SUMMARY: Enzo's 8O'clock, you're off to meet Eddie. Some very unexpected things are about to happen AUTHOR NOTES: Here it is everyone, the first part of Waking up in Vegas, feed back is very appreciated. Also reblogging is very much encouraged. Thank you once again to @entermxnson for literally being the character I base the reader off, (well as a mix of her and her fantastic Original Character that I love very much) Also for reading this as I write it, and giving me feedback. You're truly wonderful and I love you so much. Credit to @cafekitsune for the amazing dividers, i seriously love them.

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Your clothes are thrown all over your bed. You didn't pack for Vegas, thinking you'd be going on a date with a rockstar. Was It a date? Could this be classed as a date? You'd looked up Enzos after Wayne had told you. It was a rather fancy place, and you didn't have much in the way of fancy clothes in your bag. 

Finally, you decided on a pair of fishnets under a pair of shorts and one of the few non-band tops you had in your bag it would have to do. The outfit you'd chosen was typically only to be worn with friends. Adam constantly told you that you dressed too young for your age and it was time to get new clothes. Ones appropriate for your age.

It was that sort of thing that made you question your with him. His friends wore band T-shirts, and he had even brought you one back when he saw Queen a few months ago. You remembered how he'd tried to make you jealous, but you'd smiled and told him while you respected Adam Lambert and knew that Freddie would've wanted his songs sung well into the future. But you couldn’t see Queen. Not without Freddie, it wasn't the real Queen experience.

He still tried to make you jealous, however.

You'd spent your afternoon finding a lawyer who would do an annulment. He'd given you the papers you needed and explained you both had to fill them out and sign before he could get you in front of a judge. It looked like a long process, but you just hoped it would be done before the six weeks were up.

It was finally time to leave. You could feel your heart pounding hard as you left the hotel. You decided to walk to Enzos, not because you were drinking but because it was around the corner. You could see your hands shaking with nerves as the restaurant came into view. 

You were finally catching up with Eddie. That was the scariest part of all of this. The anticipation filled you full of fear. You didn't even remember the last conversation you had with him, and you didn't even remember marrying him. So, this was a terrifying moment. 

You stared at the stage. Corroded Coffin were on fire. You'd been forced into a veil and sash for the evening, which caught Eddie’s attention. 

“I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart, I can see through the scars inside you!”

You stared in awe as he sang, his eyes locked on yours. He gave you a wink before he played his solo. You couldn't stop staring at his hands. The way he moved so skillfully through cords. The way his fingers glided up and down the fretboard. You’d started to bite your lip close to breaking the skin as you watched him finish your favourite song.

Arriving at Enoz’s, you swallowed hard and opened the door. Stepping into the beautiful, warm and friendly candle-lit restaurant, you looked around and smiled gently as a waitress approached you. 

“Reservation for Baggins.”

The waitress smiled and nodded. 

“Right this way.” 

Following her across the room, you saw him. It was like your heart stopped beating at that moment. The leather jacket settled nicely on the back of the chair, a crisp white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up showed off his tattoos, and you could see his combat boots and black jeans below the table, helping you feel less underdressed. 

Then there was his hair. He had it down. He’d hardly ever worn it up; never in photos of the band or magazines did he have it up. You could see he was playing with it like he was nervous. What did he have to be nervous about? He was a Rockstar. Your heart fluttered as you stepped closer to him, a feeling of nervousness bubbling up inside.

“Mr. Baggins, your guest has arrived.”

Eddie turned around; it was like something in a romantic comedy. His face turned into a bright smile as he stood up. As he did, he bumped the table, causing water to spill over the tablecloth.

“Fuck.”

You couldn't help yourself. A smile broke out on your face as you looked at the flushed face of the rockstar you were meeting.

“Let's get you two a dry table, yeah?” 

You smiled at the waitress and followed her to a different table. You smiled as Eddie pulled out your chair and pushed you in. The waitress placed the menus down and then left the two of you alone. 

“Hi.”

You looked up and smiled as you saw how awkward he looked.

“Hi.” 

There was an awkward air between the two of you as you sat together, your eyes on each other. Eddie’s eyes were hypnotic up close; you could get lost in those chocolate swirls. Picking up your glass of water, you looked down only to find they still needed to be filled. You couldn't help the look of embarrassment.

“Thank you for wearing jeans, by the way. I was worried I'd be really underdressed.”

Eddie laughed as he fiddled with the napkin on the table.

“Business up top, party down below.”

“Like a mullet.”

Eddie got excited at this, nodding and pointing. 

“Exactly! My friends didn't get it.”

You laughed, a sense of pride filling you at that moment.

“A clothing mullet, that's a first.”

You mused as you tucked your hair behind your ear and smiled. Eddie looked at you and grinned.

“I figured I better look smart for my wife.” 

The second that word left his lips, your heart thumped hard in your chest. It sounded so wonderful coming from his lips. Part of you felt like you couldn't breathe, and you wanted to keep that title of Eddie’s wife.

“I shouldn't have left you with Tammy, and I'm sorry I did.”

“It's okay, though I wanted to hit her round the head. Rude bitch.”

Eddie laughed as he leaned back in his chair while the waitress filled your glasses. You were surprised at how easy he was to talk to; he seemed happy being around you. It made you happy. 

“I lost a bet. That's the only reason I employed her.”

You stared at Eddie, your eyes wide at his admittance.

“I'm sorry, you only employed her because of a bet?” 

You watched him playing with his hair, using it to hide his face as he looked at you.

“Yeah. My friend Steve bet me I couldn't get her to come to my Halloween party dressed as a muppet.”

“Why?” 

“Steve and Robin say she sings like a muppet. If I could pull that off, it would've been an amazing moment of entertainment for both of them. But she came in this dress thinking there would be some big musicians and managers there.”

You stared, slightly dumbfounded at his admittance. 

“I have to employ her for a year. She's not even good at her job.” 

“So I noticed.” You commented with a smirk. “What would you have gotten if you won?” 

“I wanted him to be in the He Is video, he won though sadly.”

You couldn't help but smile at least neither of them had some sort of sexist bet over a girl. One was to give her a decent-paid job, while the other was to get a friend in an awesome video. You couldn't help but admire that.

“So, about Veg-”

“Are you two ready to order?”

You looked at the waitress, trying hard not to be annoyed that she'd just interrupted you. 

“I'll have the carbonara.”

You smiled when Eddie ordered. He seemed to know what he liked. Scanning the menu, you found the vegetable lasagna and decided to settle on that. 

“So about Vegas.” 

You started once again; after being left alone.

“I found a marriage certificate in my bag, we apparently…”

“Yeah, we got married.” 

He was so casual about it as he leaned back in his chair. 

“I don't remember it.”

“Well, that is what every groom wants to hear.”

Eddie joked with a smirk.

“You're serious? You don't remember it?” 

His tone became slightly serious as you shook your head.

“I went to a lawyer, and he said we can get it annulled. We just have to get some papers filled out.”

“What if I don't want to?”

You frowned as you looked at Eddie. You hadn't thought of that. What if he didn't want to divorce you?

“I'm kidding.”

You let out a sigh of relief.

“Good, because I'm getting married in six weeks.”

“I know.”

“What?” 

You stared at Eddie. You were stunned. He knew you were getting married, but he married you anyway?

“You told me about Adam, and then we drank some more.” 

You felt angry, he knew. Yet he had the guts to fucking marry you.

“You… you asshole!” 

“Oh Princess, look I am so-.” Before he could say anything else, you threw your glass of water over him and stood up. Shaking your head at him, you walked out of the restaurant. You couldn’t help but feel frustrated, angry, confused. What type of guy did something like that? “Princess, come on.” 

Eddie had thrown money onto the table and rushed out after you, and he was dripping wet. His shirt was starting to cling to his torso. But you didn’t care right now. You were mad, you were going to walk away, regardless of how fucking hot he looked. 

“Princess, please.” 

“Stop calling me that!” 

You snapped and turned around to look at him. Your eyes couldn’t help but glance down at the fabric sticking to his stomach. No matter how mad you were, it made your stomach twist and turn slightly. All you could think about was Colin Firth in Pride and Prejudice.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” 

“No, it’s not okay. I am getting married, and you married me and then ran away. I had to follow you to this tiny ass town to make sure I could still get married.” 

“Even if you’re making a mistake?” 

You stared at Eddie, your lips parted as you looked at him. A shiver ran down your spine as he spoke words that you’d never dared think about. 

“You know nothing about me. You know nothing about me and Adam.”

“No? I know that he doesn’t like you working. He constantly criticises your clothes: and your friends, he makes you feel small. Makes you feel worthless.” 

You looked at him, blinking as you tried to prevent the tears. Adam did every single one of those things and so much more. He never touched you, but it didn’t stop him from speaking to you like you were shit. Causing you to feel like you’d been punched in the gut. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

He wanted to argue, but he didn’t. Instead, he bit down on his lip and looked at you. A puppy-like look appeared on his face as he slowly stepped toward you and reached out and touched your arm. 

“Look, I’m sorry. I never meant to upset you.” 

He slowly moved his hand to touch your cheek; his eyes bore into yours.

“I’ll sign the papers. I have one condition, however.” 

You kept your eyes on his, your heart fluttering as he stood this close to you. You couldn’t pull your eyes from his. 

“What?” 

“Stay the week. Attend all this awful wedding stuff that being a single person can be hard to endure, and once the wedding is over, I'll sign the papers, meet the judge and you can be on your merry way.” 

Silence took over the pair of you. Nothing but the distant chatter of people and cars driving past. 

“You want me to come to some stranger's wedding as your wife?”

“No, as my friend.” He replies softly and gently.

“But then why won't you sign?”

Eddie looked at you. He didn't want to admit that he hoped he could change your mind and get you to call off your wedding. He didn't care if you wanted to stay with him. He just felt as if his mother had sent you to him to protect where he failed to protect her.

“Call it insurance? We don't know each other that well… or at all really and this way we both keep our promises.” 

You swallowed hard, one week. Just one. You could do that.

“Fine, I'll have to go shopping though I don't have anything for a wedding.”

“I'll pay, there are several different functions.”

“I don't need you to pay.”

“I didn't say you did, but it's a gesture.” 

“I can pay for myself.”

“Then let me at least put you up, you can stay at my place and I'll stay at Wayne’s.”

“Eddie…”

“No, no arguing. Treat it like an air BnB or something. You get my place. Then you don't have to stay in the inn.”

You sighed, gently but then nodded softly.

“Okay.” 

“Great!”

Eddie smiled as you came to a stop walking outside the inn. 

“I'll be here to pick you up in the morning.”

“Okay.” 

He took his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you.

“For your number.”

You smiled gently and put it in (you had to use your phone cause you never remember it) then rang yourself to get his number.

“I'll call you in the morning and we can figure out a time.”

“Okay, sounds good to me.”

You stared at each other for a moment, your heart thumping as you handed back his phone and your fingers touched his.

“I'll see you tomorrow, Goodnight.”

“Eddie, wait.” 

You stepped closer to him, looking up at him.

“Yeah?” 

“What happened in Vegas?”

Eddie smirked, looking down into your eyes with a cocky little smirk. Leaning in, he whispered in your ear his voice causing goosebumps up your body. You watched him walk away, the chill in the air wrapping around you as his words echoed in your mind.

“I'll tell you tomorrow Princess.”

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Sweet Creature

A Supernatural Story

~Bad things happen when you take matters into your own hands and try to prove that love conquers all~

Demon!Dean x OFC Stevie Miller 

3138 Words

NSFW, Danger, Angst, Violence, Blood, Death

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It was certainly a risk believing him, but she had no choice. 

Sam was going insane, trapping demons and slicing them open until they talked. Usually, they didn’t, and things got even bloodier. 

Cas was- well, she really wasn’t sure what was going on with Cas, but it probably wasn’t good. 

Nothing had been good since their encounter with Metatron. Nothing had been right since Dean’s bloody body had been laid out on his bed and wiped clean. No one had been at peace since he disappeared. 

Despite the shit storm life had become, it was somehow getting worse. 

Stevie was about to give up completely and hide herself away for a month with a couple cases of Tito’s and enough Takis to burn a hole in her gut, but fate stepped in. And this time, fate came in the form of a text message from the King of the Jackasses himself. 

Crowly reached out to Stevie and sent her Dean’s location, claiming he was done with babysitting the demonic mess. She almost laughed. How many times had she been tasked with watching a tied-up, pathetic Crowley, and there he was begging her to trade places? Seemed fitting. 

It immediately crossed her mind that it might be a trap and not a very well-planned one at that, but what choice did she have? To wallow away in the Bunker while Sam went slowly mad in the next room? To give up and go back home to the sticks and try to build a solid, respectable life? No. There was only one thing she could do, so she packed up her car and hit the road, following the GPS and daydreaming of the fight to come. 

It wouldn’t be easy to bring him back. She knew it would take every ounce of strength she had just to see him there, walking and talking, infested with demonic life. She wondered if she’d be able to stand it. 

Dean had always been the light in her life. He was the beacon in her storm, the icon in the chapel of her heart. For years, she’d tangled herself up in him, giving up a normal life and a hopeful future in service of Dean Winchester. She’d stayed by his side through every rough patch; held his hand each time the earth opened up to swallow him down. She never asked for anything in return, holding on for a sweet smile or a gentle kiss at night. 

Long ago, she realized that she would follow no matter where he went. No matter the price, she would pay it. Heaven, Hell, Limbo- she’d be by his side even if it took everything she had. 

He was everything. 

So the threat of a trap was nothing to her now. She’d deal with whatever was up ahead, as long as it saved him. 

Half a day later she was in the parking lot of Benny’s Bunny Lounge staring at the reflection of soft pink neon lights on the hood of the Impala. Dusk was settling around her and as daylight faded, her courage grew. She tapped the back right pocket of her jeans, making sure the flask of holy water was in place and took a breath.

He was sitting center stage. His muddy boots were propped up on the table; the chair was tilted back on two legs. He wore a familiar flannel shirt open at the collar and he tipped a bottle back as if he hadn’t a care in the world. 

A young woman was dancing for him, rubbing her slim body up and down the pole, and spreading her thighs to give him a peek. Her caramel skin was covered in specks of glitter that sparkled in the flashing lights as each beat of the song made her hips swirl.

Stevie pulled up a chair and sat at the table beside him. 

“Nice tits.” 

Her voice was gentle enough to stay discreet but loud enough to reach him over the DJ’s latest offering. 

His eyes turned slowly and she felt the icy glare prickle her pale skin. 

Dean ran the tip of his tongue against the ridge of his top teeth. If he was surprised to see her, he didn’t show it. There was neither worry nor guilt on his face, only calm smugness. 

“On her or me?” 

Stevie gave him a short laugh as she leaned back and looked him over. His hair was longer than she’d last seen and stuck up as if he’d finally discovered hair products. His jaw was tight as always but shadowed by a little more stubble, and his arms looked thicker, his chest broader. 

She reigned in the memory of lustful nights and cleared her throat. 

“You have bulked up a bit,” she answered with a nod, “but I meant the dessert-named nursing student on stage.”

Dean kicked his legs down and righted his chair. “Actually, her name is Sparkles and she's pre-law.”

Stevie hummed. “Right.” 

Sparkles turned her back to the room and squatted against the pole. Her tiny red thong retreated higher up into her ass and Stevie wondered how hard it was to fish out at the end of her shift. 

Dean didn’t seem to have the same thought but was interested in the giggle of the woman’s plump backside. He turned his attention back to Sparkles and his beer, leaving Stevie to sit in silence carefully pondering her next words. 

She kept her tone casual but took a chance at moving things along. 

“We miss you back home, Dean.” She moved her amber eyes from him to the stage. “The Bunker ain't the same without you.” 

He laughed as he lifted the beer to his lips. “What, you don't like Sam's cooking?”

She smiled and leaned her arms on the table. The top was sticky and she tried not to think about why. “No, I don’t. But that's beside the point.” Disgusted, she sat up and wiped her palms down her thighs. Dean was unmoved, drinking his beer and staring at bouncing tits. Stevie sighed. “You gotta be missing home,” she insisted. “How ‘bout, let's get you back and we can fix this.”

“Who says I wanna fix this?” He set the bottle down and turned in his seat to face her. “I got all the sex, drugs, and rock and roll I want.”

She scoffed. “You always had that.”

“No.” 

In an instant, his tone shifted. He cocked his head to the right and blinked. Midnight flooded his eyes and Stevie gasped. She bit her tongue to hold back a wave of fear and stared into the inky darkness.  

“What I had,” he went on, leaning closer, trying to get a rise out of her, “was a whining, abusive, punk-ass little brother and a fucking poodle constantly yapping at my ankles.”

She swallowed hard. Her heart was pounding; lean muscles aching with the desire to bolt. 

Dean blinked again and the deep green she so loved returned to his eyes. 

Stevie sighed and clicked her tongue, drumming up her casual courage once more. “Really, Dean? A poodle? I picture myself as a more… hearty puppy.” A flick of her wrist pulled a wayward strand of dirty blonde hair out of her eyes.

“Fine. A schnauzer.”

“I don’t know why, but that seems worse…”

He laughed and sat back, returning to a more relaxed and unbothered state.

Still tingling with nervous flight energy, Stevie tapped her hand on the table and stood up. 

“I’m gonna go get a drink,” she announced. “Can I getcha somethin’?”

Dean’s eyebrows lifted as if he were amusedly shocked. “Could go for another,” he replied, shaking his empty bottle. 

She nodded and reached for the beer. He wouldn’t give up his grip and their fingers touched for a quick moment. She sucked in a deep breath and he grinned. 

“Hurry back…” 

She scanned the club as she walked to the bar. It was mostly empty except for a few staff members, a drunk old man asleep by the door, and two dudes in business suits pretending to be in a meeting so they could write off their lap dances. The front door was guarded by a gorilla of a man in a neon orange shirt and the back exit beyond the stage was watched by a slight, creeper of an older gentleman whose mustache likened him to every porn peddler in every movie she’d ever seen. They wouldn’t be much help if Dean decided to attack. A little, but not much. 

She ordered two domestic beers and paid in cash, leaving a hefty tip simply so the bartender would keep his eyes on her. An added layer of safety never hurt, even if the guy looked like he could get his ass kicked by an automatic door. 

She had to use what she had on hand. Dean taught her that, back when he was really Dean.

This Dean, whatever he truly was, ignored her return, though he surely felt the shift in atmosphere as she moved, and heard it when she cleared her throat. 

“One more for the gentleman in the played-out burgundy flannel.”

He cocked his head to look up at her and grinned. “Thought you loved this shirt,” he mused, accepting the fresh beer.

Stevie shrugged and retook her seat. “Eh. It’s not bad,” she replied, “just… old. You really should think about punching up your wardrobe a bit. There have been significant discoveries within the fashion industry since 1974.” 

He laughed and took a drink. “Yeah. What the fuck do you know about fashion?” Green eyes swept down her thin body, noting the wide-leg jeans ripped at the knees and around the hem, the faded concert tee that had seen better days, and a thrift store jacket she hadn’t washed in years. “Look like you fell out of a Nirvana video.” 

Stevie straightened up and smoothed a hand down her front. “At least I don’t look like an Army-Navy reject. You back on active duty, Radar?” 

Dean’s eyes were back on Sparkles, but his focus was on Stevie. He nearly choked on a sip of beer but pushed it back with a laugh. “Radar?” He sat up and set his elbows on the table. “Fuck you. I’m Hawkeye or I’m no one.” 

She rolled her eyes. “Hold on while I go distill you a martini…” 

Dean licked a smile from his lips and returned his attention to the vibrating thighs a few feet away from his nose. 

“You know where they have delicious martinis? Back home.” 

His palm slammed down on the tabletop and the wood splintered under the force. “Enough.” His growl was intense and a shudder ran down her spine. “I’m not coming home. Fuck off and leave me alone.” 

Stevie froze. Her blood ran cold and her heart raced. She stared at the broken table, at the cracks his fist had made, and thanked god it wasn’t her jaw. 

She tried one last time. 

“Dean… I miss you. Sam misses you. We… we can help. You know there’s a cure and we can get you back to yourself if you just-” 

He cut her off, spinning around in his seat to face her head-on. “If I just what? Let you rip away the one thing that’s made me happy in my entire fucking life?”

She shivered. “You don’t mean that. That’s the demon talking.” 

“Damn right, it is! But there ain’t no demon inside me, Sweetheart. It is me. All me. And I’m finally getting what I deserve. Some fucking R&R. I’m on leave, baby, and I ain’t never coming back.” 

A long exhale fell from her lips and with it any hope of saving him. With her silenced, Dean calmed and turned back to the show. Sparkles was finishing her dance and he wasn’t willing to miss another second. 

Years of friendship and love flashed behind her eyes and her heart ached too badly for him to survive much more. 

She gave up. 

Slowly, she stood and closed her eyes, placing a hand on his shoulder. He didn’t move to chase her away, didn’t shout or try to scare her off. He sat stone still and let her lips graze his cheek in a chaste goodbye.

“I love you.” 

Unaffected by her whisper, Dean leaned forward and crossed his arms over the table, green eyes focused on Sparkles and nothing else. 

It was done. 

Stevie walked back to her car, dodging shadows against the milky midnight sky. A blanket of gray clouds had been pulled across the world, backlit by a full moon that wouldn’t make an actual appearance that night. 

She could almost feel the cloud cover heavy on her shoulders. She’d come all this way to do one thing and she couldn’t do it. Maybe Sam could get through to him. Maybe Castiel could do some good. Clearly, she wasn’t the one who could break through Dean’s demonic haze. She wasn’t it for him. 

A few yards from her car, Stevie yanked her phone out and swiped across the screen. She scrolled past Dean’s name and landed on Sam’s. As her finger hovered, Dean called to her. 

“Stevie, wait!” 

The ache in his voice was pathetic and she turned to find him running towards her with a crease in his brow and pain in his eyes. 

“Please. I…” 

He stopped and stared. An arm’s length stood between them and Stevie held her breath. Hope surged around her heart. 

“What?” 

He took a breath and looked away, unable to meet her gaze. His shoulders fell and every bit of defense dropped away. She saw the old Dean for a moment. 

“I need help. I can’t do this much longer-” 

If there was more he wanted to say, she didn’t care. Stevie reached for him and he fell into her. Big arms wrapped around her tiny waist and she nuzzled into the crook of his neck. He was warm and solid, strong and alive. She closed her eyes as tears threatened to fall. 

“Dean… It’s OK. We can fix this.”

She felt his shoulders shake; heard his breathy exhale. 

“Please. Help me.” 

Pulling back, she smiled up at him softly. “Of course. Anything you need. Anything.” 

His grin was devilish and unexpected. 

Her eyes grew wide as his fist came into view. 

The phone fell, shattering as it hit the concrete ground. 

Stevie’s vision blurred and pain spread across her face like a hot web. It took too long to register what had happened and Dean struck again, cracking her cheekbone with his knuckles and forcing a gash to open below her eye. 

“Dean!” 

Her scream echoed through the silent night but he ignored it, opting for violence over communication. The Mark burned on his arm and Dean attacked again, ripping Stevie off of her feet by the shoulders and tossing her like a rag doll. 

The trunk of her car did little to cushion her spine and she crumbled to the ground, limp and seething with pain. 

As the gravel dug into the softness of her cheek, Stevie watched as Dean sauntered over to her. His boots moved with lazy precision, knowing she was going nowhere. When he stopped, the boots split apart and he crouched down, leaning in to taunt her. 

“You really would do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” 

His voice was low and mocking, his laugh like a scalpel sliding across her heart. 

“Always have. You’re like some goddamned love-sick teenager. Always following me around, always tending to my needs… my… desires.” 

She shivered as he dragged a finger down her broken face, lovingly admiring the purple and black mess bubbling beneath the skin. 

“Such a sweet creature.” 

Stevie fought the churn of bile in her gut and bit back a scream. It would do her little good, she knew. Any clapback would earn her a blow to the head, or worse. 

“Such a pathetic… plain… disappointing fuck.” 

Tears stung her eyes but the heartache was soon displaced by real pain as Dean wrapped his giant hand around her neck. Without warning, he tightened his grip and stood, lifting Stevie to her feet by the delicate threads of her throat. 

Amber eyes bulged. Thin lips spread wide in a gasping breath that never came. She clawed at his hand, digging her fingers between his palm and her windpipe, but it was little help. 

Dean laughed. 

She kicked. 

“Anything I want, huh?” he said again, turning on his heel to slam her back against the alley wall. “You’ll do anything for me, won’t you?” 

Desperate for release, Stevie mouthed a promise. She nodded, agreeing with her last bit of strength. 

Dean smirked and loosened his grip. 

Air rushed back into her lungs and Stevie coughed hard. “Please…” Her whisper was raspy and broken. “Anything you need.”

“Are you willing to bleed for me?” 

Her body froze; her thoughts clouded. 

“W-what?” 

Dean pressed himself up against her, and let his hot breath sweep over her lips. “That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” 

She shuddered. “I’m- I’m here to bring you home.” 

He dropped his hand from her throat and let it slide down her chest. “You’re here because Crowley called you. Told you I was bleeding innocents…” He pushed back a step and fisted her shirt, ripping the worn cotton in a swift motion. “Told you I’m making a mess of things to feed the Mark, to satisfy this hunger inside of me.” 

Stevie held herself still, praying that the wall would soften so she could push inside and get away from his touch. 

“It wants blood, Stevie… It needs blood.” 

The brand burned on his forearm and she felt the heat, felt the evil spark like lightning in the air. 

“I need blood…” Reaching behind him, Dean pulled the First Blade free from beneath his shirt and pressed the ancient bone to her neck. “I need your blood. You have no idea how many people I’ve killed. Demons, humans… It doesn’t matter. The Mark needs blood. So do it, Stevie, bleed for me and save them. ” 

Stevie held his gaze and her breath. “Don’t- don’t do this.” 

Dean growled deeply and laid his hand on her fragile cheek. The Blade pressed in on the left and his fingers on the right. She was trapped and hopeless. Defeated and broken. 

“Don’t…” 

His gaze softened for a split second and she thought she’d broken through. Maybe, somehow her love was enough to bring him back. 

She was wrong. 

Dean blinked and the darkness returned. He kissed her lips and her eyes closed. Quickly, he pulled his right hand down, slicing through her flesh like it was nothing. 

Stevie’s eyes went wide and her lips formed his name. 

The blood flowed and Dean sighed. Sated for another night.  

[kristannafever]

Big Sky Ranch - 11

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: Explicit WC: 3139

Chapter Index

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Anna woke to the smell of… something.  It was meat.  Not bacon though.  Sausage maybe?  Ham?  Her stomach rumbled.

She rolled over and looked at his alarm clock, thinking again how cute it was that he had an alarm clock, and saw it was just about four in the morning.  Despite the tiredness she felt, she smiled.  She truly had never been happier in life, and things with Kristoff were just getting started.

Settling back into the incredibly comfortable bed, Anna figured she could lounge in the covers until he came to wake her.  Then a faint sound broke through the closed bedroom door and Anna shot bolt upright in bed.

“It was seven hundred fenceposts from your place to ours Neither one of us was old enough to drive a car…”

Kristoff was singing!

Not even caring that she was naked, she moved quickly to the door and opened it to hear him better.   He was standing at the stove with his back to her in nothing but a pair of jeans.  From the very top of her head, all the way down to her toes, her body tingled with sudden intensity.  She shivered as her skin broke out in gooseflesh listening to him.

“…I'd start walking your way You'd start walking mine We'd meet in the middle 'Neath that old Georgia pine

We'd gain a lot of ground 'Cause we'd both give a little And their ain't no road too long When we meet in the middle

It's been seven years tomorrow since we said our vows Under that old pine tree, you ought to see it now Standing in the back yard reminding me and you That if we don't see eye to eye there's something we can do…”

Anna hadn’t even realized she carried herself into the kitchen and was standing right behind him in a sort of a trance while he pushed sausages around in a frying pan with a spatula.  Even though he was singing quietly, likely so that he didn’t bother her, his voice was glorious and rich.

“I'd start walking your way You'd start walki-AHHHHH!”

He’d startled her by her starling him when he’d turned around to get something from his fridge, and she jumped, taking a step back.

“Jesus, Anna!”  He grabbed at his bare chest.  “You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

Yeah, well, he nearly gave her a heart attack with his absolutely heavenly singing voice.  Sven was right, he could sing like an angel.

He looked down at her.  “And you’re still naked.”

Anna shook her head and crossed her arms.  “How dare you.”

He seemed a little taken aback.  “What?”

She turned and started walking back towards the bedroom.  “Turn off those sausages or they’ll burn.”  She paused at the door and looked back.  He was standing there, looking very confused.  “Hurry up or I’ll start without you.”  She reached down and smacked her hand against her bare ass cheek.

His faced morphed into an ‘Oh, I get it’ expression and he promptly turned off the burner on the stove and hurried after her.

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Anna’s day started at six a.m. by making Mr. Weadick his breakfast.  He’d requested blueberry pancakes and Anna made them from a recipe in the old beat-up cookbook.  The first pancakes came out a little burnt since she was unfamiliar with cooking in cast iron, so she put them aside, adjusted the heat down, and made him better ones.  She tasted the slightly burned ones while she cleaned up.  The batter was delicious, and she could see why he wanted to use the family recipe.

After that she set about doing the laundry and the dusting while she thought about Kristoff.   She was a little sore from their lovemaking the night before and that morning.  It was a nice kind of sore though, a welcome sore that just made her happy thinking about being with him.  At his voice!  That song ran through her mind all day in his stunning voice, even though she didn’t really know all the words.  Anna could not wait to get him to sing for her again.

He asked her, afterward, as they laid side by side panting together, ‘how dare he’ what, and she explained that on top of everything, the lovemaking, the hotness of him, his incredible physique, the fact that he was making her breakfast again, and that his voice was more beautiful that she had even imagined, that he was just too damn perfect.  He’d laughed and kissed her and said that she was perfect one, that they were perfect for each other, and she had agreed with him on the latter.

Anna had brought her travel bag packed with things to stay with Kristoff into the cabin in the morning after their breakfast, and she had an idea that maybe she’d just ask him to straight up move in when the week was done.  They were both looking at having Saturday off, and while he did have a few chores on Sunday, they were light, and he said he’d only be a couple of hours.

After she made Weadick his lunch, another simple sandwich, she asked him about what kind of meals he would like over the weekend so that she could make and store them for him.  She thought he might grumble and just tell her to figure it out, but he was surprisingly willing to go through the book with her to see what she was and wasn’t comfortable making.  In the end, he chose a lasagna that he said would do him for both suppers over the weekend, and that if she just made some waffles he could heat up in the toaster, he was more than capable of using the leftovers from the week for his lunches.  It was a lot easier than Anna assumed it was, although she knew things were going to get harder the more time went on.  There were a few recipes in the old book that she wasn’t too sure about and didn’t want to mess up.

After lunch she finished the laundry and put it away, then took it upon herself to try her hand at a pie.  Weadick was in his upstairs study working on something, and she figured if he didn’t want the pie, or if it sucked, she could take it to the ranch hands… or throw it in the trash.

There were apples in the fridge, and while they weren’t Grany Smith like the recipe in the old book called for, she figured they’d do for her first ever stab at making the pastry.  Which proved harder than she thought, even with the recipe.  The dough was finnicky, and the first attempt was too crumbly and was hard to roll out.  She googled it and discovered she might need to add more water and to refrigerate the dough for at least an hour.

Her next attempt at the dough was much better, and she put the pie together and slid it into the oven.  While it baked, she went through the recipes again and googled anything she wasn’t sure of and tips and tricks for certain things.  He did warn her that he wanted a steak on Friday night, so she spent a considerable amount of time looking up grilling tips, the most common of which was to use a meat thermometer to achieve the doneness you want.  Looking through the kitchen drawers, Anna found one.  It would come in handy for the pork chop he wanted her to pan fry for him that evening.

When the pie was done, she pulled it from the oven and wished she’d remembered to check on it.  The edge of the crust seemed a little dark, and there was a note in the book to cover the edge with tin foil if it was getting burnt.  So, her first attempt at a pie wasn’t so great.  At least it still looked edible.

Weadick wandered into the kitchen a short time later.

“You’ve made a pie,” he stated, looking neither pleased nor displeased. 

“Um, yes,” Anna answered him, hoping she hadn’t overstepped or made it awful.  “I figured I should take a stab at it, you know, for when you really want a pie, so I don’t mess it up.”

“Crust looks a little burnt on the edges.”

Anna looked back down at the pie.  Somehow it looked worse than when she’d first pulled it from the oven.  “Uh, yeah.  It does.”  She looked back up at him and gave him what she hoped was an encouraging smile.  “But now I know how to prevent that for next time.”

He regarded her closely a moment, then said, “Well, let’s try it then.  It smells good.”

She nodded and quickly set about getting him a slice of pie.  It cut better than Anna felt it would, even if the burnt edge pretty much crumbled all over the place.  Part of her really wanted to try it before he did, worried that she might have messed it up, or maybe forgotten something.  She really, really, liked this job and she did not want to go back to the diner after getting a taste of what it was like to be working on the ranch with Kristoff.

She set the plate in front of him where he’d sat at the kitchen island and went to busy herself with other things.

“Won’t you join me,” he asked.  “See how it turned out?”

Anna was a little surprised and touched by the offer.  At least then she could know if it did taste good or not.  She served herself a slice and sat at the other end of the island on a stool. 

They each took their first bite at the same time.  Anna was immediately relieved that it was edible.  Actually, it was really good!  Perhaps a little too sweet.  Maybe that was because the apples were sweet, not tart like granny smith.  Anna reminded herself to google how to combat that for next time.

“You know what this needs?” Weadick said after he’d swallowed his first bite and stood up.  Anna worried she’d messed up something.  Why was he standing?  To throw it away?

He left his plate on the island and walked over to the fridge.  He opened the bottom freezer and grabbed something.  As soon as he turned around, Anna understood. 

After he grabbed a scoop from a kitchen drawer, he plunged it into the vanilla ice cream and put a huge scoop right beside his pie.  Then he offered it to Anna and she copied him.  The warm pie with the cold ice cream was a match made in heaven.  She was a chocolate lover, most of the desserts she liked were heavy with it, but Anna vowed to herself to practice pies at Kristoff’s to get better at making them and to have some ice cream on hand because it was damn delicious.

“For your first ever pie, I’d say this was pretty good,” Weadick said, standing from the stool and looking at her.  “Leave me a small slice for later and you can take the rest to the boys.”

Then he turned and walked out of the kitchen, presumably to go back to his study. 

Anna cleaned up their plates with a smile.  They both had the burnt crust left as neither of them wanted to eat it, but she smiled nonetheless because the rest of the pie had turned out and there was only one way to go from there.  Up.

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Kristoff and Sven rode back to the ranch houses with Jett in tow.  The kid knew what he was doing which was a great relief to the both of them.  Moving the cattle to another pasture was easier when they didn’t have to bark out instructions like they had to the Greenhorn when he first started.

It was still later than their normal quitting time since no one else had dropped off a resume.  At least Coop was picking up the slack wherever he could.  Sometimes it looked like was doing things he wasn’t supposed to and Buck had to yell at him to take it easy. 

Anna was sitting in one of the lawn chairs that no one had put away from the evening before, talking to Coop when they rode up.  Kristoff had to laugh to himself at the expression she was giving him to see him mounted on his horse for the first time.  It was somehow even more lusty than that look from the bar.   Her mouth was hanging all the way open and her unblinking eyes raked over his body several times.  He knew when he eventually got her on one of the beasts, he’d find it sexy as hell to see her there too.

Buck helped them stable the horses, giving Coop a break since the kid had started to complain that his arm was hurting.  Jett worked hard alongside them all, and the horses were dealt with in short order.  With all the chores done, they went to see what the Greenhorn was making for dinner, to find Anna at the Grill.

Kristoff wandered over to her and pulled her away from her task for a deep kiss, then he went into Sven’s and grabbed a round of beers for everyone.  Anna had her phone open when he passed her a beer on some kind of video about grilling steaks.  He found that adorable and kissed her again for good measure.

“How to you boys like your steaks?” she asked when Kristoff sat down in a lawn chair.

Nearly in tandem, all five men said, “Medium-rare.”

Anna laughed to herself and said, “Alright then.”

Kristoff chatted with Anna about her day while she did the steaks.  Coop said he’d already made some mashed potatoes and green beans he was keeping warm in the oven.  When the steaks were done, they all went inside to eat, gathering around Sven’s table.

There was laughter and excitement amongst the six people as they enjoyed their meal.  It hadn’t been this relaxed in mood for a long time, and Kristoff felt like there was going to be some real positive change on the horizon.  Having Anna working on the ranch being around him as much as possible, was like the biggest breath of fresh air to him.

Everyone gave Anna props for nailing the cook on the steaks, and she laughed saying that the meat thermometer she’d used was a life saver, otherwise she would have accidentally cooked the hell out of them. 

Buck and Jett busied themselves with cleaning up and Anna served up everyone a piece of the pie she’d made earlier.  She appeared adorably sheepish as she handed them out and explained the edge got a little burnt, yet every man there ate every last bite of that pie, burnt crust and all.  It was delicious.

Throughout their meal, Kristoff and Anna had been eyeing each other, and since they were now done supper, they hastily left for the cabin on one of the quads.  Much like the night before, they were on each other as soon as the door was shut.

Ever since that first time they’d come together, he’d wanted her to have her way with him again.  He told her so and her answer was “sure, I’ll save a horse and ride a cowboy”.  It made him laugh long and hard, Anna giggling with him as they undressed each other with goofy smiles and anticipation shining in their eyes.

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She was laying pressed against his side, her arm resting on his stomach and her fingers tracing little shapes against his chest.

“I’m glad I nailed those steaks for you guys.  It was great practice.  Mr. Weadick wants me to make that for him on Friday.”

He smiled at the ceiling.  “You’ll do great.  Those steaks were perfect.”

“So, do you guys eat together every night?”

“Quite often.  Sometimes we do our own things.  Every once in a while, someone will want to go out to grab a bite, or if I’m tired, I just come back here and cook something for myself.”

“Can I make just the two of us dinner, on Saturday?”

“Sure.”

“And will you take me out to the bar on Friday night?  I learned how to line dance, and I really want to join in this time.”

He chuckled softly.  “Absolutely.  As long as you’re cool with the boys taggin’ along.  They won’t want to miss out.”

“Of course!  The more the merrier.  And now we don’t have to worry about Boone and his idiot friends ruining the fun.”

“That’s right.”

They both fell silent, Kristoff enjoying Anna’s fingers against his chest and her breathing against his side.  The moment stretched on, until Anna broke the silence.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Do you ever think about the future?”

He turned his head to look at her and met her gaze.  “Sometimes, sure.”

“What do you think about?”

He shrugged.  “I dunno.  Maybe things that might seem a little fast… like you movin’ in?”

Anna gave him a beautiful smile.  “Is that an invitation?”

“It is.”

“Then yes.  But I need to ask first, if there’s other things you think about… like… family.”

Kristoff understood at once what she was asking and why.  This was the dealbreaker conversation.  It made him a little nervous.  “Um, to be completely honest, I haven’t really thought about that, Anna.”

She frowned slightly.  “Because you don’t want kids?”

He sat up and Anna followed him, clutching the sheets to her chest.  He turned to face her and gave her a reassuring smile.  “Anna, I haven’t thought about it because I have never been with anyone I thought I could ever have that with.  Ever even wanted to have that with.  You understand?”

She nodded, still looking a little sad.

“That was, until I met you,” he added, and her apprehension relaxed.  “I was being honest, I really haven’t thought much past you livin’ with me, and if you’re lookin’ for an answer about that, it’s yes, Anna.  With you… I want kids.”

Her eyes started to shine and she nodded quickly.  “Okay.  That’s good.  Because I do too.”

Kristoff sighed.  These very real feelings he was having were not going to remain at bay very long.  Might as well get it out in the open so that he could free himself of the burden of holding it in.  “I love you, Anna.”

Her lips parted and she pulled in the softest gasp.  Then she gave him the most heartbreakingly beautiful smile.  “I love you, too.”

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[angelf1re]

Undercover Care

as a young, broke senior in high school, you take up a babysitting gig, not knowing you’d be babysitting a mafia bosses sons.

That morning you woke up at 5. The drive to his house was about twenty minutes so you had so if you wanted to get there in time you would have to leave by 8:35. That meant three hours to get ready and 35 minutes to relax. You spent the first 35 minutes in the kitchen, sipping at a warm cup of hot chocolate. You never really liked coffee, so you just stuck to hot chocolate.

After that you spent the first hour trying to put together a nice outfit. After a bit you settled on a nice pair of loose jeans, a simple t-shirt, one of your dad’s old jackets, and your old pair of converse. You played it all out on your bed before hopping in the shower, spending a little extra time to make sure your hair would look nice. After the shower it was about 7:00, meaning you had an hour and 35 minutes left.

You yawned quietly, quickly making yourself some scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast with a yogurt cup on the side. You ate slowly, trying to drag the time out a little. You didn’t really have anything else to do, so dragging the time out seemed to be the only thing left. After eating you cleaned all the dishes you used, putting back the plate you had used last night before checking the time. Only 7:43, which meant you had about 50 minutes just to yourself, give or take. You hummed quietly, going to the living room and turning on the tv. You flipped through channels before finding a cartoon, Monster High. You set the remote down, watching the episode. You were starting to feel anxious.

What if they didn’t like you? You needed this job if you wanted to go to college. Right now you were barely scraping by. Yeah your dad helped occasionally but it wasn’t enough sometimes. You sighed, messing with the hem of your t-shirt as you go lost in thought. You bit your bottom lip, lost in thought for majority of your time left. Once it was time to go, you got up and put your shoes on before going outside, making sure you had your car keys in your pocket before you left.

You got in your car, connecting your phone to the car to play your music. You hit shuffle on a random playlist before starting to drive, the directions pulled up on your phone screen. You yawned, still slightly tired. You never were fully a morning person, not even when you were a little kid. You bopped your head to the music playing, smiling when Beth (Eric Carr’s version) by KISS started playing. You had always loved older music, especially songs by KISS. You turned the volume up, mouthing the words as you followed the directions your phone was giving you.

Eventually, you pulled up to the house. If you could call it that. It was practically a mansion with how huge it was. You stared in shock as you turned your car off and got out. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. What if you were too underdressed? What if they thought you weren’t professional enough? Or maybe they would think you were too young and couldn’t take care of them. Your hands shook as you walked towards the door, raising your hand to knock somewhat loudly. You took another deep breath, still trying to calm your nerves. You were definitely under dressed. What were you thinking! Jeans and a t-shirt? You cursed yourself out in your head, biting your lip again. Maybe this job wasn’t such a good idea. Your thoughts were cut off when someone opened the door. A young blond wearing a red and white baseball tee with some grass stained jeans.

“O-oh. Hello. Is um, Philza here?” You asked nervously, doubting that the boy in front of you was the man you spoke to on the phone last night. “Dad! Someone’s here for you!” The kid called into the house, still looking at you a bit suspiciously. “Why are you here?” He asked suddenly. “I’m here for a job?” You said, cursing yourself out for sounding so nervous. “What job?” The boy asked, scrunching his face up in confusion. “Um-“ “Tommy leave the poor girl alone.” An older voice said, sounding just like the man you talked to last night. You immediately stood up straighter, biting your lip nervously. “You must be Y/n. Come on in.” The man said, gently ushering the blond kid away.

You nodded and stepped inside, looking around a bit. The hallway you were in didn’t seem too fancy, as there was shoes thrown all over the corner and some sports gear draped over a bench. “I apologize for Tommy, he’s fast when someone’s at the door. We usually don’t get visitors or guests, so he gets excited.” You jumped when you heard his voice. “Oh, it’s alright. I was young once too.” You said, trying to be playful. Phil smiled, starting to walk further into the house. You quickly followed, keeping an even pace behind him. Not too far behind, but still a bit behind.

You looked around more as Phil led you through the house. “I apologize for any mess you see, mate. The cleaning lady hasn’t gotten here yet.” Phil said suddenly, noticing you look around. You smiled slightly. “No worries. Kids make messes, it’s understandable.” Phil smiled when you said this, leading you into a fancy looking office. You bit your lip. What job did this man have that allowed him to have this much money? Maybe you were biting off more than you could chew…

(Here’s part two! Sorry this one took so long, I had a bit of school work to catch up on and it took some time.)

[ihateapbiology]

begin again

(yes from the Taylor swift song but not completely lol)

part 3 to the exs to lovers- part two

You and Julien had both been texting the rest of the day and decided on a restaurant you both had always loved. It served burgers, shakes etc the works. You threw on a pair of mom jeans and a light sweater avoiding looking in the mirror because you knew you’d second guess yourself. You were going on a date with Julien. With your Julien. The thought felt too good to be true like some idealistic dream that would soon be bashed to pieces. What if you guys were completely different people now? What if she was still mad about you leaving and she just did this to get back at you? What if she realized she was too good for you? You took a deep breath in and grabbed your phone to see if she was close. She was. You heard a knock and opened the door to see her smiling face.

“Hey gorgeous” she smiles.

“Hey yourself” you pull her into a hug.

You all head to her car and she turns on some music from some artist you had never heard of before. You laugh.

“what’s funny huh?” She asks you with a smile.

“You and your pretentious music” you tease- you actually loved her music taste but liked to give her a hard time about it.

“Pretentious? Says you” she laughs “remind me where you went to school again.”

“Just a small liberal arts law school around Boston” you joke. The banter felt so right, so natural, so you guys. You all chat about recent artists you guys had been listening to, you ask Julien about different celebrities she had met an and if they were actually good people. It’s perfect.

You pull up to the diner and you take a seat. “God I missed this place” you mention.

“Yeah I’ve been a couple times but it’s not the same without you” she says.

“Well I haven’t been here in 3 years so I’m ready to eat.”

You both order a milkshake and a salad and some other sides.

“Oh god this shake is not as good as I remember it” you giggle clutching your stomach and pushing your chocolate shake away.

She laughs “here have some of mine.”

You dip your straw into hers trying hard to ignore just how “couple-y” the action was. Your faces just inches apart you swore you could smell the mint of her toothpaste.

“So…in Boston did you date anyone? I know you said you aren’t seeing anyone now but did you ever.”

“Uh super casually I went on like a couple dates with these two girls but both of them just weren’t really my type. No bad blood or anything” you shrug- they were nice and pleasant but you didn’t feel a spark with them. “I think I was just…also not really in the place for a relationship.”

“That’s nice sometimes casual is the best” she remarks “are you ready for a relationship now do you think.”

You think wanting to be fully honest and then nod. “With the right person 100% yes” you give her a cheeky pointed glance. “What about you? You ready to retire from the rockstar life and settle down.”

She rolls her eyes “oh yeah you know me different girl every night.”

You laugh “wow such a womanizer.”

“But in all seriously you know with The Tour being done and me being in a good place I can say I am in a good place for one” she says.

“That reminds me you gotta tell me about touring!!” You exclaim. As she happily speaks about it you feel her hand getting closer and closer to your hand. You know this move from the early days of your relationship. You softly move your pinky to touch hers and you hear her briefly stutter before continuing on.

“Oh was that a stutter Baker?” You tease.

“yeah yeah yeah” she rolls her eyes and continues speaking.

The night is perfect, you argue for who should pay, she wins somehow being more stubborn than you.

As you walk out you guys are fully holding hands now.

“I don’t want this night to end” you say softly.

“Let’s walk a bit yeah?” She smiles.

Her hand grips yours like she’s afraid that you’ll get away from her, your steps fall into rhythm. “God I did miss Tennessee in the spring” you say leaning your head down to rest by hers.

“Yeah I bet you missed actually having a spring instead of just a second winter” she jokes. “Hey by the way when is that date for your graduation?” “Mmm sometime in May I forget the exact date.”

“Let me know ok? You been studying for the BAR?” She grins.

“Oh god yeah don’t remind me.” You bury your face into her shoulder.

You walk for about 30 min more and then she drives you back to your current place.

“tonight was perfect” you smile.

“Thank you for being with me” her big brown eyes look so deeply into yours.

“You free tomorrow or the next day? I don’t wanna be clingy” you laugh.

“I’m free the day after tmrw but I’ll definitely call you tmrw” she explains.

You both stare at eachother smiling like fools.

You feel gentle tattooed hands cup your face softly trying to pull you down to her.

It’s a soft peck, chaste but full of love. You both pull away and giggle like idiots.

“Goodnight Y/N text me tonight” she bashfully says.

“Text me when you get home drive safe.”

You close the door and close your eyes. That girl would be the death of you.

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Jackson was hard work. It was home now, but the days could be long and tiring, the weather gloomy and damp in the winters, muggy and warm come spring and summer. It was a work in progress, fixing up the town for your community. 

Some days, in the evenings when you knew you didn’t have to be up at the crack of dawn the next day, you and Joel  would go down to the Tipsy Bison for a drink or two. Some nights were for strong drinks and talking about the years before you came together, and reminiscing on the good days before the Outbreak ever happened. Others were lighter, happier, when someone would dust off the old piano and sing a tune or two - on those nights you could sometimes even convince Joel to slow dance with you to some old country song. Those kinds of nights helped the whole town remember what you worked so hard for,  so that you could have nights like this where you forget what is going on outside of the towns’ walls, and what led you all to the tiny town. 

The days could be long, especially at this time of year when the sun rose early and set late, working with your neighbours and found family to make the town a place for everyone. When you weren’t working on the rest of the town, you and Joel were fixing up your own home.  You thanked your lucky stars for the former contractor; between his handiwork and your homely touches, it was coming together nicely. Some nights you’d have to drag him away from working on a project, insisting that you couldn’t sleep if he was hammering nails in the next room, and more importantly, that he needed to rest. Of course you knew how persistent Joel was- he wouldn’t leave work  until what he was working on was safe and secure. 

Right now it was nearing 6pm. The kids on your street made the most of the cooling temperatures, playing out in the shade, chasing each other and kicking a ball around. You’d been home about an hour and knew Joel was in for a long day. With that in mind, you started on dinner; a colourful salad that you had grown and picked in the community plot with some thick slices of fresh ham. The long warm days made him more receptive to your ‘rabbit food’ as long as his portion was big enough to fill his hunger.  He was out fixing the Douglas’s roof with Tommy. Harry and Jeane were an older couple, and  they’d seen some shit in their seventy years of life - before the outbreak and after. Married young, they had spent the majority of those seventy years together, through thick and thin when the world went to shit. 

They were great with kids - they were considered Jackson’s Nana and Grandpa - and the other couples around town wished their relationships would be just as full of love and patience and strength persevering the tests of time   After making it through the outbreak, the suffering and heartbreak and loss it brought with it, they were a beacon of hope for you, for everyone, as you tried to settle into some type of normal life in Jackson with your patchwork family.

–

It was nearly 7pm when you heard the front door open and close again, followed by Joel’s weary sigh. You came from the bathroom upstairs, making sure the door was closed behind you and leaned over the bannister. “Hey you,” you murmured, seeing Joel leaning against the wall looking bone-tired. “I drew you a bath, and there's dinner waiting in the fridge for you.”

“Y’didnt have to do that, sweetheart.” His soft tired eyes met yours and he tried sending you a grateful smile but it came out as more of a grimace as he pushed off the wall. 

“Come on, old man, time to soak those weary bones.”

Joel grunted as he started up the stairs, holding firmly onto the bannister as he climbed, “Y’know you’re only a few years younger than me, right?”

You held out your hand to him as he reached the top of the stairs, closing the last few inches as he stepped into your space. You grin, “Yeah, but you’re still older.” 

He bumped his shoulder playfully with yours as you led him into the bathroom that was filled with steam and a mild scent of rosemary and peppermint.

Joel hadn’t realised just how tired he was, or how much he yearned for a bath, until he laid eyes on the large  tub filled with hot water. “Surely I don’t deserve you,” he stated, almost questioning  his luck as he started peeling off his dirty t-shirt, covered in muck and dust from being on a roof all day.

You hummed and took the shirt from him, throwing it over to the wash pile. “Maybe you don’t,” you teased, “But you’re stuck with me, cowboy.”

You turned just in time to see him undoing his belt, popping the button and lowering his fly. It would be rude not to admire the view. Despite the life you’ve both had, he could still put a man half his age to shame. Joel was beautiful; he was strong, built with sturdy muscle, and the most perfectly soft tummy that came with age.

Scrunching up your nose playfully, “Did you catch a tan or is that all dirt?”

An amused huff came from Joel as he looked down at his hands and arms, worn from years of hard work. He shrugged, “At this point darlin’ I don’t even know myself.” He removed his watch, showing a band of lighter skin beneath the green strap.

Now though, despite the tan and/or dirt, those strong muscles ached and pulled, reminding Joel that he wasn’t as agile as he once was. You turned off the taps and checked the temperature before nodding toward the water. “Hop in, handsome. You’ve had a long day.” As he settled into the deep tub, you gathered up the rest of his dirty laundry, leaving them down with some of your own worn clothes that needed freshening up. 

You smiled to yourself, casting your eyes over Joel’s peaceful face as the water began to work its magic, his eyes closed and frown-lines softening. You knelt down next to the bath, tucking your legs beneath you.

“Y’not coming in? The water’s fine, enough for two.” Joel peaked one whiskey-coloured eye open before looking at you properly, watching you reach for the soap. 

“Nope. This is for you, let me take care of you. I’m going to wash your hair, I’ll even scrub your back for you if you’re sweet.”

He sighed, shifting slightly which made the water lap over his stiff shoulders. “M’no baby. Y’don’t need to coddle me.” Joel’s voice had a slight edge to it, a mix of exhaustion and old habits. You were a unit now, he was better at accepting help and love, but still found it tricky sometimes.

“Shush, I’m practising for when you’re a really old man,” you tease, kneeling up again to cup a handful of water and run it over his hair. With a grumpy murmur, he gives in and lets you dampen his hair, work up some suds and massage the tension away as you hum an old Dusty Springfield song. 

Once all the suds were rinsed from his hair and it was slicked back out of his face you pressed a soft kiss to his temple. “Lean forward,” you instructed quietly. You moved your hand that held the soap across the expanse of his sore back and shoulders, minding the pink tint on the back of his neck from the sun. Gently, you moved the soap in slow circles before dipping down beneath the water to reach the spots that pulled and ached. You smiled to yourself when he dropped his chin to his chest and let out a sigh. 

“Here.” You held out the soap once his back was rinsed, “I’ll go grab the towels from the closet and you can sort the rest of yourself out- I am not washing your ass for you.” 

After dropping a kiss to his head, and the soap bar into his hand, you left him to grumble to himself about his age and that he was still quite capable. You took your time collecting the towels from the closet in your shared bedroom, knowing Joel valued his privacy. After all, you’d gotten away with enough coddling for tonight. 

—

When you came back, you found Joel with his head resting back and eyes closed. You folded the towels and left them on the sink before settling  yourself back down beside the bath, taking your time to gaze over his peaceful features; right now he was the picture of relaxation, a rare sight with Joel Miller. 

The warm steam relaxed you as much as it did Joel, and you rested your head against the bath, your eyes growing heavy until Joel’s deep voice brought you back to reality.

With your chin now resting on your arms on the side of the bath you cleared your throat, “Hm?”

“I said, are you gettin’ in or just gonna sit there lookin’ pretty?” He looked mighty smug for a man with his eyes closed, half asleep not a few moments ago.

A smirk tugged at your lips as one of your eyebrows rose, “Are you going to keep your hands to yourself this time?”

You grin when you see his brows lift this time, looking sceptical. He peeked one eye open, “You sure you want that, sweetheart?”

You stood, already slipping off your own shirt as you roll your eyes. Once you were out of all your clothes you tap his hand on the side of the bath, “Move on back then, Mister Contractor.”

Joel shifted his hips further back into the curve of the bath, finally opening his eyes properly to scowl at you without any real malice. He lifted his hand to take yours, helping you into the tub and taking the opportunity to give you a playful tap on your behind. 

“You’re pushin’ it, Miller,” you teased, lowering into the water. You drained some out and topped it up with more hot from the tap before settling back against his chest.

Joel let out a very content hum as his arms settled around your waist and his face pressed into the junction of your shoulder and neck, as he asked about your day. As you ran through what you did, who you saw, you found yourselves both slipping just a bit deeper under the water. It didn’t take you long to notice Joel’s arms becoming more slack and his breathing getting deeper and slower. 

“Joel?” You tapped his hand and said his name again before he hummed back. 

“Has the steam gone to your head? We can get out, have your supper before bed?” You felt his hold on you tighten again, lips brushing against the back of your neck. 

“A few more minutes. Let me hold you a little longer, sweetheart.”

[pbs-theundeadmaggot]

first love // homesick

🎶 Homesick by Dayseeker

(AU) Steve Harrington x fem!reader

[a/n] ngl this took me a while to finish writing but here we go day one of the trip just chilling for now but who knows what will happen next?

[warnings?] a dose of angst and self doubt of course

first love masterlist here!

The thought of eating breakfast with your best friend’s girlfriend made you downright nauseous, the nerves bubbling away in your stomach as you waited for the pair to join the rest of you. The jet lag had long kicked in resulting in an awful night’s sleep and it certainly didn't help that the little sleep you’d managed to get, was plagued with images of Steve and his girlfriend living the life you’d only imagined of. 

You knew you were being slightly overdramatic after all, its not like they were getting married anytime soon but that didn’t make you feel any better. This was Steve your soulmate, not just some random guy you’d just met and if anything it made it all the worse that you’d known him as long as you had because if it was some random guy maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much. Steve was your universe, the world made sense with him in it, he was the light in the dark dingy town that held you captive, he was your escape and in return you were his.

“Screw waiting for them, that blueberry muffin has been calling my name for twenty minutes already and if I don’t eat it within the next ten seconds I will force Harrington to pay for my therapy for the rest of the year.” Breaking you free from your thoughts Eddie continued rambling on about how Steve was lucky he’d even waited this long before giving into his impulsive nature. Hungry and grumpy both you and Robin followed his lead wanting to make the most of the array of foods that lay in front of you. 

Settling down into your seats once again you tucked, in catching up with each other and enjoying the time together. Eddie was filling you in on the new songs he was working on and how the rest of the band was, it was probably the most fun you’d had in a while, that was until you saw your favourite person all loved up and flushed approaching the table hand in hand with her. You couldn’t deny she looked beautiful even in a simple hoodie and jeans, hair tied back neatly not a single hair out of place, it was clear why Steve liked her, and not you. All the while you sat bare faced, messy hair and no real effort made, stuffing your face with pastries eyes wide and almost choking at the stark difference between you both. 

Sadly it made sense

“Sorry guys we lost track of time.”  Steve spoke casually pulling out her chair for her before sitting down himself, the adoration shining in his eyes as he gleefully introduced you all properly, with the words best friend rolling of his tongue like poison as he finally turned his attention towards you. 

Quickly gulping some lukewarm coffee down and wiping your face for stray crumbs you painfully smiled, turning towards Becky before reintroducing yourself. “Hi, I’m so sorry about yesterday. I’m a bit of a nervous flyer which is why I couldn’t properly introduce myself.” The lying was too easy especially to someone who knew all your key tells but you had no other choice, genuinely wanting to try and get along with Becky if not for Steve but for your own sanity. After all she seemed nice enough and maybe just maybe she was what Steve needed, he deserved someone who would love him and care for him like his parents never did and if she could be that person then you would have to live with it. 

“It’s no problem, i’m glad your feeling better.” Pearly white teeth flashing you a smile as she waved off your apology with the flick of her wrist. “Stevie can we go get some food now?” 

Stevie? The nickname you’d been calling him for decades, that used to give you butterflies, now made your blood run cold. Her high pitched whiny voice ringing in your ears as she claimed one of your exceptions. Steve used to hate being called Stevie, constantly complaining during his teens whenever his parents would call him that. Knowing that with the nickname came a price, usually in the form of bribes or threats, his father using it as a way to manipulate and take advantage of his people pleasing nature. 

You still remember the night he’d finally confided in you exactly why he hated that nickname so much. The faint buzz of insects in the long grass and the warm summer nights breeze grazing your exposed skin, the party inside had died down long ago with just a group of your closest friends scattered around the large but lonely Harrington home. You’d followed Steve outside after watching him get into yet another fight with his then girlfriend, sitting in a comfortable silence while you waited for him to tell you what was weighing on his mind.

Sighing heavily and running a hand through his unusually untamed hair before turning to you, the fear evident on his face before he dissipating as he began to speak.“When I was little I didn’t know any better than to listen to my parents every request, no matter how much I didn’t want to do it. All I wanted was for them to give me attention, to give me a sign that they cared, even just a little bit and when they called me that it made me feel like I belonged, like I was loved.” 

You could tell how much it hurt for him to talk about it, the break in his voice and watery eyes clear as day. Resting a hand on his to encourage him to continue and moving ever so slightly closer before he carried on. “I didn’t realise it till I was older that they only called me Stevie when they wanted something from me, for me to follow through their every whim like a simple pawn in their game of happy families. To act like I was one of them and not some stranger living under their roof.”

If the situation wasn’t so heartbreaking you would’ve laughed, not because of the reason behind his pain but because thats the nickname most people associate with the name Steve. And to avoid it for so long almost easily seemed like a miracle. You didn’t even realise how lucky you’d been to be able to refer to him as Stevie, never questioning why or how no-one else called him that.

“She broke up with me for good this time.” He laughed, confusing you even more. “All because of a stupid nickname.” He didn’t seem upset, if anything he looked happier than he had earlier, his brow no longer furrowed and frown frozen upon his face. 

“I-I don’t understand.” You didn’t want to come across as insensitive but a part of you was curious why he would let you call him a name thats haunted him for years. A name that held such pain and negativity behind it, that if you were in his place you wouldn’t want to have to hear ever again. 

“You were the first person to show me what it means to be loved. To show me that I am more than just a chess piece in someone else’s game. That there are no strings attached when you call me it other than to show me that you love me for me.” Stunned to silence and letting his words sink in, not sure what to say to such confession.

 Perhaps that was when you first realised how deeply you felt for him, or that was just one of the many other things to add to the growing pile of suppressed feelings that would finally cause you to crack under pressure just years later. Either way didn’t matter because it was inevitable that sooner or later the lines between friendship and love would blur into one, destroying one or both of you in the process. 

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[windsorbay]

THE CHARACTER.

FULL NAME: Isabela Acosta

GENDER: Cis woman

PRONOUNS: She/her

AGE + BIRTHDAY: 27, August 3rd, 1997

LENGTH OF TIME IN WINDSOR BAY: Whole life

HOUSING: Coral Coast

OCCUPATION: Manager at Harborview Hotel

THE INTERVIEW.

What’s it like, living in Windsor Bay? Did you ever picture yourself settling down here or did you always know this would be your home?

"I love it here! Truly, it’s such a lovely town. It’s very intimate – everyone knows each other. I didn’t know if I was going to be here forever, but after college, I just realised how much I missed it. I love my family, my friends, and the community. I’m really putting my name on the Harborview Hotel – I’m the manager there – and I’d love to maybe take on something else, like a dance studio. I went to Ballet Babies when I was younger, and I volunteered as a teacher at Shake It Off when I was home from college. What I’m saying is yeah, this place is great. I have a lot of anchors here."

If you could recommend one hidden gem around town everyone should try, what is it? What makes it so special?

"Gardens of Japan – that’s my favourite place. It’s my go to, whatever the weather. I’ve been going there for as long as I can remember, the food is great and the staff are really nice. If it’s for a birthday or celebration though, Lotus Leaf Cuisine is the place. It’s a little more prestige for events like that. I have to give a shoutout to Sprinkle Sweet Cakes too, those cupcakes are to die for."

Top five songs currently on your Spotify?

"Charli XCX, ‘party 4 u’ – nothing from Brat at the moment, but that’s constantly in the loop. ‘Juno’ by Sabrina Carpenter, ‘eternal sunshine’ by Ariana Grande, ‘Saturn’ by SZA, and ‘LEVII’S JEANS’ by Beyonce and Post Malone."

Would you say you’re easy to get along/work with? Why or why not?

"I like to think so! As a manager, though, there are times when I make decisions that not everyone is happy with. I try to be fair, but sometimes those decisions have to be made. I’m easy to get along with, definitely. I could find something to talk about with a brick wall. I don’t care, I will talk about anything."

Are you a leader or a follower?

"Both, maybe? I think I’m a leader because that comes with the job. I also like to take the lead if a party or vacation needs to be planned. It makes me feel better knowing that things are done…and that they’re done properly. I can be a follower too! Sometimes it’s nice to just go with the flow and let someone else make the decisions, if it’s, like, dinner reservations."

It’s the little things in life; tell me three things that bring you a great deal of joy or put a smile on your face.

"I love the first fall of snow! It’s so peaceful and magical, and it makes me excited to go outside and hear the crunch of snow under my boots. I love movies, especially at the Drive-In, and following on from movies is musicals. My ideal day is when it’s snowing, and I’m watching a musical at the Drive-In. God, what a treat."

THE PERSONALITY.

— + outgoing, kind, honest — - materialistic, stubborn, impatient

ISABELA IS PORTRAYED BY BRUNA MARQUEZINE, AND WRITTEN BY ELLEN.

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"THERE YOU ARE"

📍THE IDEA FOR THIS STORY CAME TO ME WHILE I WAS LISTENING TO THE SONG "HALO" FROM QUEVEDO'S NEW ALBUM CALLED "BUENAS NOCHES", IF YOU HAVEN'T HEARD IT OR DON'T KNOW WHO QUEVEDO IS, I RECOMMEND YOU LISTEN TO THEM, AND WHILE YOU'RE AT IT, GIVE THEIR SONGS A LIKE AND PUT A NICE COMMENT, WHICH IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!📍

Luna walked into the small bar/club on Jean's arm. They both smiled happily and walked up to the bar to order drinks. It was Luna's birthday, and she had invited her closest friends to celebrate. They promised the professor that they wouldn't get into trouble, so he let them out on the condition that they returned to the mansion at a reasonable hour.

Logan grunted and sat down at the table Scott had grabbed for them. The place wasn't too busy, soft house music was playing over the speakers, making people dance slowly to the beat of the music. Howlett watched the girls, who were currently waiting for the waiter to bring them their drinks.

He noticed how Luna's reddish hair shone due to the soft pink and yellow lights of the place. She laughed at something her friend had said, and Logan could see her whole face light up with the action. She tilted her head to look at Scott, who was also watching them.

-When are you going to tell her? -he asked referring to Luna-

-I don't know what you're talking about, kid -he muttered looking at him out of the corner of his eye- Why don't you mind your own business?

-You're right, it's none of my business -Scott conceded- even so my advice is that you tell her

-I have nothing to tell anyone -answered Logan tired of being pressured-

-Okay, stud -he smiled, clearly amused-

At that moment the girls arrived with the drinks. A pineapple juice for Cyclops, another of grape and blueberries for Jean, a Fanta for Logan and, of course, a beer for Logan.

He reached for the bottle and took a long drink. He felt the coldness of the liquid go down his throat until it settled in his stomach.

He glanced at Luna, who at the same time sipped the juice through a straw.

-Well Moon - Scott intervened, taking her out of her thoughts to focus on the conversation - Do you feel different?

-No, why? - he questioned - Should I?

-It's not every day you turn 23 - Jean smiled at her side with amusement - at least you know how old you are - she pointed at Howlett - not like Logan

He smiled pointing at her with his head

-Ouch - he said bringing his hand to his chest theatrically - that was a low blow

-You'll get over it - she assured taking a sip of her drink -

-The truth is that I don't feel different - Luna answered - I'm the same as always

-You don't have to - Logan intervened, making everyone's attention focus on him - some people are affected by age more than others - he murmured - but what do I know about that, right princess? - he questioned looking at her intently -

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Logan held her gaze for a few moments. For a few seconds, they were lost in each other's gaze. At his side, Jean cleared her throat, bringing them out of their reverie.

-Well, I… -she pointed to the bar- I'll go get another juice, I'm dry- she smiled- Scott, will you join me?

Cyclops nodded to follow his girlfriend, leaving them alone. Scott gave Luna a look that said "I'm sorry." She closed her eyes for a moment, letting him know that she was okay. She could handle Wolverine and his irresistible half-smile for several minutes… Right?

She took another sip of her Fanta, enjoying how the gas burned in her throat as she swallowed. Maybe she was a bit of a masochist after all. Suddenly the slow music stopped to give way to a song that Logan didn't know, but Luna's eyes widened when she heard it.

-I love this song! -she said excitedly- Let's dance!

-Honey, I don't think you want me to go with you - she murmured - I'll step on you

-This song is not danced holding hands, Logan - she smiled leaving the glass on the table - just let yourself go

"Let yourself go" he repeated in his mind before letting her drag him to the center of the bar. Apparently the melody was quite well known, because several people dragged themselves towards the dance floor, moving their bodies to the rhythm of the music.

Logan didn't like that kind of situations. I mean, he did like to go to some bars and have a couple of beers from time to time, but he had never stopped to dance in any of them.

She watched him standing there and sketched a comical smile. The contrast between the jovial atmosphere of the bar and Logan's rough and serious appearance made the situation seem more comical than it already was.

Howlett watched as she began to move to the music. Her hips moved hypnotically in front of him, a movement that did not go unnoticed. He could smell the sweat emanating from her body, mixed with the accelerated beats of her heart and the blood pumping rapidly throughout her body.

In the end he decided to listen to her and let himself go. He started with a soft movement of his feet, right, left and back again.

“When I met you You were single You went out with anyone Anyone who had A full wallet And chains on the outside But now that is not the case You are no longer single Now you have a kitten And when he doesn't find out He comes to see me at the show

The rhythm of the song changed and without realizing it he had put his hands on Luna's hips, making them both move in sync.

Your little boyfriend, get rid of the bad guy Ask him why he unfollowed me (mm-m-mm-m) You know that from time to time I install it for you And don't get rough with me because the bullets here are HALO (prr-prr)

Luna could feel Logan's touch on the waistband of her pants, his fingers burning through the fabric. She knew that he knew it, the need was growing between them with each movement they made. She leaned her back against his, letting him guide her movements. In the end Logan moved better than she thought.

He swung from side to side slower and slower, aware of the closeness of their bodies. Luna rested her head on his shoulder. She raised her head to look at him and couldn't help but let out a low sigh when Logan's hips collided with the curve of her ass. He gently moved closer to her ear, so that only she could hear what he had to say.

"Do you want to get out of here?" he asked, lightly nibbling on her earlobe.

The subsequent moan and her nod were enough for Logan to nod his head towards the exit. They both quickly slipped out of the premises. He looked both ways down the street and saw a kind of dimly lit alley. No one would bother them there.

He took her hand and leaned her against the wall of the alley. They both looked at each other for a moment, until they both went to meet each other at the same time. Logan devoured her mouth as if he were a hungry wolf that had found food after weeks of searching for it. His tongue slipped between her lips, causing a gasp to escape Luna's lips.

She accidentally bit his lip. He pulled away for a moment and wiped it off with his fingers, seeing the blood. Luna looked down in shame, before he lifted her chin between his thumb and forefinger.

-Don't do that - he whispered - don't hide from me - he brushed a lock of hair behind her cheek - I want to see you

Luna gave a shy smile, which in turn made him smile.

-There you are - he celebrated -

Suddenly, he lifted her up, making her wrap her legs around his hips. He pressed her against the wall, making them both let out a low growl.

-I'm sorry I couldn't find a better place, princess -he whispered- you deserve to do it in a bed, not against the wall in a shitty alley

-Maybe that's what I wanted- she stammered with a small mouth-

-Repeat it- he growled, his voice hoarser and more dangerous than before-

-I was saying that maybe that's what I wanted- he murmured- for you to slam me against the wall in a shitty alley

A growl more animal than human escaped Logan's lips, who before getting rid of your underwear said:

-Baby- he whispered as he leaned down again to kiss you- you're going to be the death of me

[julek]

40 & geraskefer?

things you said when you met my parents

read on ao3

“Okay, so, remember: my mom loves wine, knitting, and watching telenovelas. Geralt, what’s my dad’s favorite—”

“He loves ballroom dancing, horseback riding, and your mom,” Geralt says automatically. “It’s gonna be fine, Jask.”

“I just want everything to be—”

“Perfect,” Yen says, finishing his sentence for him. “We know. It will be. Just stop fretting and making us memorize your parents’ hobbies.”

They’re standing on said parents’ doorstep, Jaskier’s finger an inch away from the doorbell. There’s a bottle of Jaskier’s mom’s favorite wine under Geralt’s arm, a neat tiramisu from their favorite bakery in Yennefer’s hands, and a delicate bouquet of lilies in Jaskier’s. They all look beautiful — beautiful enough to bail on dinner and go back to their apartment — but tonight is important. So important that Geralt is wearing his nicest jeans and the crisp button-down he spent half an hour ironing, his hair braided into a beautiful pattern. So important that Yen spent her morning at the salon, getting her hair, nails, and skin done. So important that Jaskier cried twice before getting in the car.

He kind of looks like he wants to cry right now, but he can’t, not exactly, because his mother opens the door at that exact moment and suddenly he’s pulled into a tight hug.

“Julian!” She says brightly, squeezing him a little, and then she’s already herding them all inside. “You’re here! How was the drive? This awful weather, I tell you— oh, you brought wine! That’s so nice of you, you didn’t have to— ooh, is that tiramisu? My sister-in-law makes the most wonderful—”

+

Jaskier’s mom is a whirlwind, and, from the moment he meets her, Geralt is certain it’s something that runs in their blood. She takes his coat, compliments his hair, puts the tiramisu in the freezer and gushes about how beautiful Yen’s dress is all in the same breath. She’s charming, and kind, and there’s something in her gaze that makes Geralt immediately want to trust her.

He has a feeling Yen agrees.

And it’s nice, is the thing, nothing like he had imagined it would be. He’d imagined chandeliers and long dining tables and cool, unfazed blue eyes staring at him during the course of the meal; backhanded comments and fake pleasantries, and it is nothing like that.

The Pankratz household is loud, considering it’s only two people living in it — and it’s full of life. Vitality. There are plants absolutely everywhere (Jaskier’s mom gives them a little tour of the ones she’s proudest of, and delights in telling them their names), a small dog that yaps happily at them and licks Geralt’s hand when he bends down to pet him, a radio somewhere playing old country songs and a kitchen filled with the scent of homemade food and sweet wine.

“Is there anything we can help with?” Geralt asks once they’ve settled down at the kitchen table, watching Mrs. Pankratz — Please call me Camilla, she’d said, we’re all family here — stir something in a pan.

“Nothing at all, dear,” she says with a smile. “It’s almost done, now— oh, maybe you could all help Julian set the table.”

“We’ll do it,” Yen says, taking Jaskier’s hand. “Lead the way.”

Geralt watches them as they leave the kitchen, Yennefer’s laughter soft as Jaskier pokes her in the ribs. When he turns, Camilla is watching him with a gentle expression.

“You love them a lot,” she says.

He smiles. “Yes. Yes, I do.”

He does. He still can’t believe his luck, getting to spend his life with them.

Camilla takes the spoon between her lips as she tastes the sauce. “I could tell,” she says. “I can see it in all of your faces— the love just pouring down like sunlight on a stream.”

She’s a poet as well. It makes Geralt smile.

“I was so happy that one morning Julian called me,” she says, turning the stove off. “He was so nervous, that poor boy, I could tell there was something important he needed to tell me. And then he just blurted it out, Mama I’m in love, and I asked who with, and there was silence, but I could hear someone laughing in the background.”

Geralt snorts. “Yen.”

“Yes,” Camilla says with a grin. “She took over when he couldn’t answer any of my questions. I could tell she was a good one.”

“She is,” he says softly. “Jaskier is, too.”

Camilla smiles at him. They spend a few moments in silence, the gentle sizzling of the pan filling the air. When she’s done, she turns, and says, “Give me a hand, here, dear. My joints aren’t what they used to be.”

“Of course.”

+

Dinner is fun.

Yen has no recollection of ever enjoying herself so much in a meet-the-parents situation. In fact, they’d all been disasters, prior to this one. Camilla is a gracious host, and heartbreakingly nice, telling her all about the family history behind the meal they’re enjoying, asking her questions with genuine interest and listening to her answers with intent. There’s so much of her in Jaskier, Yen can’t help the way her heart squeezes when she looks at him across the table.

Jaskier’s dad is no different. He’s loud and hilarious, telling them all sorts of anecdotes that both embarrass Jaskier and bring great joy to her and Geralt. He’s straightforward but still polite, honest in a way she’s grateful for. He and Geralt have a shared love of horses that they spend a long time discussing, longer than she cares to listen to, so she turns her attention to the conversation Jaskier and his mother are having.

“...and the house will be empty in June,” Camilla is saying. “Maybe you guys could drive up there for the summer.”

“Oh, well,” Jaskier says, rubbing the back of his neck, “I don’t know about that, I mean— I’d have to discuss it with them first. Yen is working the first two weeks of June, I think?”

“Yes,” she interjects, joining the conversation. “But I could move my appointments. What were you talking about?”

“I was just telling Julian about our holiday house upstate,” Camilla says. “We normally go up there on the last days of June, but this year we’ve decided to travel somewhere else. I was thinking maybe you all could head up there for the summer, if you wanted to! There’s a beautiful beach, and it’s really peaceful that time of the year. Most people head somewhere else for the summer, but we’ve always loved going there. Ever since Julian was a kid.”

“Oh,” Yen says, a bit taken aback by the offer. “That’s a really nice idea. Thank you.”

Camilla shakes her head. “It’s nothing, dear. But, speaking of Julian as a kid, do I have the pictures for you—”

“Mom!”

+

“It was lovely to meet you, Mrs. and Mr. Pankratz,” Yen says one last time, on their doorstep.

The stars are shining and there’s a cool spring breeze ruffling their coats. Geralt’s hand is resting on her waist, Jaskier’s hands in the pockets of her peacoat (he never wears gloves, and she has to suffer for it).

“Drive safe,” Henry — Jaskier’s dad — says. “See you soon.”

They all walk to Geralt’s truck in silence, the comfortable kind. Yen’s belly is full from Camilla’s delicious meal and their sweet wine, the taste of coffee in her mouth from the tiramisu like a reminder of a night gone well. The radio plays softly in the background when Geralt starts the truck, and Yen tucks herself into the passenger seat, eyes closing as Geralt grabs her hand over the gearshift.

Jaskier breaks the silence. “Did you guys have a good time?”

“Yeah,” Geralt and Yen say in unison, and the three of them laugh.

“I really enjoyed myself,” says Geralt, honest. “You didn’t tell us they were such nice people to be around.”

Jaskier shrugs. “They can be a bit much, sometimes. Like me.”

“Mm, and we love you, don’t we?” Yen says sleepily. Geralt hums in agreement.

“Anyway— uh,” Jaskier coughs. “They loved you guys. Obviously, I mean— they gave me the shovel talk.”

Yen’s eyes spring open. She turns around in her seat. “They gave you the shovel talk?”

“Yeah!” He says, eyes shining with indignation. “Me! Their son! The one person they swore to protect no matter the cost!”

Geralt smiles at him over the rearview mirror. “What did they say?”

Jaskier huffs. “Oh, just the classic don’t break their hearts unless you wanna deal with us type of thing. You know, the kind of talk children don’t have to hear from their own parents.”

He looks like a kicked puppy, and Yen can’t contain her laughter.

“No one’s ever given anyone the shovel talk on my behalf,” she says, and oh, this is brilliant. “Oh my God, Jaskier— they like us more than you.”

“That’s not true!”

“They love us!” She cackles, and Geralt snorts. “Your dad was practically looking at Geralt like he hung the moon when he showed him those pictures of Roach, and I’m meeting your mom for brunch this Saturday. They love us.”

“You witch—”

“Watch it, little bird,” she says. “You wouldn’t want your parents to hear that you’re calling me mean names. You know, since they love—”

“Yen!”

[apocalypticgargoyle]

𝙎𝙐𝘾𝙆 & 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙒 ☆ 𝙨𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙖𝙥 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩

∘ request: 

goddamn your writing is so good 🥵 any chance you’d be able to write something with sapnap where you’re both at a party and know each other through friends but not well and you’re both a bit tipsy and he just can’t control himself and drags you into a bathroom? kinda fluffy where there’s lots of kissing but also desperate and accidentally rough (because the idea of someone wanting me so much that they lose control is a major thing of mine)

∘ pairing: sapnap x fm!reader

∘ warnings: nsfw (18+),  party scene, drinking, crude language

∘ links: ao3

∘ word count: ~2000

a/n: Thank you so much for the request! I literally have the exact same thing so i think we’re soulmates or something. I hope you enjoy!

For the duration of the day, you’d been waiting for this moment. Your hair tangling amongst itself as you danced to the music with a group of your friends was almost a baptism for you. No longer were you restricted into your business casual attire and socially acceptable behavior. Now you were free to forget your name and responsibilities as mashups of different genres of heavily bass boosted music pulsed in your ears.

The large house was swelling with people, melding together as if their lives depended on the superficial human connection the beat could bring them. Many of them you recognized from some of your lectures; it had been a day where your classmates had planned a party for someone’s birthday. You hated to admit it, but you didn’t know or care whose party it was, you were just happy to have an excuse not to study.

You’d already lost one of your rings and your clothes were sticking to your body from the layer of sweat glistening against your skin, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything. As cliché as it sounded, going to random college parties had equated to your own kind of religion. These senseless addresses were homes to a different kind of worship, but one you had quickly become devoted to. The smell of another girl’s perfume rubbing off on you and the nameless identity of the boy that offered you hard liquor were your new sacraments.

As the song died out, beginning a new string of beats to thunder around the room, you found yourself out of breath. You gestured to your friends that you were refilling your drink, but really you were in search of air that was a bit fresher. You wove through the heavy crowd, ending up in the kitchen and beelining for the fridge. There was a small group of boys standing around the keg, one of them filling his cup as they discussed something a few of them were getting heated about.

You tucked a cold water bottle against your side and grabbed a clean solo cup. As you got closer, you would hear what they were talking about. “I don’t know how you don’t remember that. It was like a big thing a few years ago?” One of them grumbled as his eyes narrowed at the liquid streaming into his cup.

“Sorry, Nick. I forgot they were selling kids on eBay. I honestly don’t see-” They continued on into overlapping ramblings that you couldn’t help but laugh at. One of them, that had been referred to as Nick, looked almost too familiar to you. Yet as you stood there, you couldn’t remember even if your life depended on it.

Nick’s eyes drifted to you as if just realizing you were standing there. “Sorry, do you refill?” He asked, mustering a somewhat shy smile. You snapped out of your train of thought, handing your cup to him.

“I didn’t mean to seem like a creepy, sorry,” you stated, sending him an awkward laugh. His lips parted in a smile. His dark hair was slightly ruffled, probably just from the weather earlier in the day. You weren’t sure if it was your slight buzz or the close proximity, but God, he looked good to you.

“No, I was hogging. It was my bad,” he answered. You brushed your hair off of your warm forehead and he looked up at you from what he was doing, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. “I think I know you from somewhere,” he mumbled before something clicked behind his eyes as he handed you your cup back. “Oh, you’re Clay’s friend, right? I’m his roommate, Nick.” At his words, your brain clouded with embarrassment as memories of him finally fled your brain.

You smirked slightly. “Oh! Yeah, sorry I didn’t recognize you. You look…” You paused for a second. Where were you going with this statement? Hotter? “Grown-up,” you wheezed, making him chuckle again. “- I mean, since freshman year English, I guess.”

He chewed the inside of his cheek, attempting not to grin wider. “Yeah, you look… grown-up too,” he offered, sending you a slight smirk. “It’s weird how close you and Dream are and I never see you around anymore,” he continued.

You chuckled a bit, wetting your lips. “Yeah, I told Clay I had a crush on you and he kicked me out,” you joshed, making him laugh. For as quiet as you remembered him being, you were shocked he was engaging with you in the way he was. Maybe it was just the atmosphere and the alcohol that had him loosened up. Whatever it was, you found yourself partnering with him in beer pong and spending most of the night at each other's side.

You sat closely to him on a couch in one of the several living rooms, your heads set close together as you listened to what he was saying over the music. “Hey, you too found each other,” a deep voice bounded, making you jump slightly, almost spilling your drink on Nick. Clay plopped down on the other side of you, wrapping his arm around the back of your section of couch to tug on Nick’s ear.

“Why didn’t you tell me Nick was a stud now?” you joked, slightly cringing about how bold you sounded. Nick chuckled at your words, swatting Clay’s hand away from him and taking another sip from his cup.

Clay setted further into the spot beside you. “You guys wanna play ‘suck and blow’?” He stated, more to the group of people around you guys. You furrowed your brows at him, almost wanting to roll your eyes at Clay’s blatant mission to set you and Nick up together. But who were you to avoid his attempts.

The card was passed successfully around the group, until it got to Clay, whose breath you could practically feel on the other side of the thick paper. You turned to give it to Nick but dropped it at the last second, making his lips press against yours. It was almost like he was expecting it because he was utterly calm at your action, nearing leaning in on his own accord. There were cat-calling noises made from the group as the kiss ended briefly. “Ope, looks like you guys are gonna have to leave the circle,” Clay stated with an almost sing-song tone in his voice. You were thankful that you had turned towards Clay enough that Nick couldn’t see your jokingly scornful look.

“Well, that’s just too bad. We were so good at this,” Nick chided as the two of you stood to leave. You ruffled Clay’s hair as the two of you left, following Nick into another room. “Would you want to… go somewhere quiet?” Nick asked, his eyes flashing to yours. Your eyebrow perked in his direction before you wordlessly slipped your hand into his.

You found yourself in the bathroom, Nick's hands settling on your hips as he pressed his lips against yours. You let out a sharp moan as he ground his hips against yours, yearning for more friction. Your fingers dug into his hair as his tongue slipped into your mouth, hungry for your taste. His breath was like a drug for you as he groaned into your mouth, moving against you.

His lips left your mouth but only to caress your jaw before settling against your neck, sucking on the skin with a slight sting. You tilted your head back, giving him more access to you before wrapping a leg around him, begging him to go further with you. He chuckled at your neediness, his warm breath fanning over your neck. He tugged the strap of your dress down your arm, pressing his lips against the newly exposed skin, grinding against you. The taste of cheap beer passed between the two of you.

One of his hands slipped beneath your dress to squeeze your ass, pulling you tighter against his jeans, encouraging you to ride his thigh. "I want you," he moaned unevenly in your ear, sending heat straight to your core. You wanted him to completely ruin you, to show you what was hiding beneath the surface of his reserved nice guy barrier.

You answered his words by attending to his zipper, slipping your hands into his jeans and stroking him against his boxers. A moan broke through his teeth, his lips crashing against yours as you egged him on. His erection grew stronger with each of your movements. You could tell he was becoming desperate to ravage you with each of his restrained breaths.

Your teeth dug into his bottom lip, your fingers pushing his pants to the ground as he pressed himself against you. He pushed your underwear aside, answering your silent pleas. Pressing his lips against your neck again, he drove himself into you, earning a blissed out moan from you. A breath of pleasure and relief escaped his chest at the feeling of you instantly tightening around him.

He thrusted into you, as if testing the waters as you moaned his name against his skin. One of your arms tightened around his shoulder as he held you in place, setting his pace. The mix of alcohol and pleasure you were feeling with each snap of his hips was sending your head reeling. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, fingers digging into your skin. You moaned against his lips, sending him to speed up his movements. A sense of roughness came out in him as he pounded into you harder, and you were eating it up. You fingers dug into his hair, pulling tightly to earn a groan from him.

Your hands slipped beneath his shirt, raking against his back, urging him to use you like a flashlight. "Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, voice husky with some type of forced restraint as if he wouldn't let it come out evenly. You tightened around him, moving in what little space he'd given you to grind against him.

With that, he began to thrust into you harder, as if he was finally giving into whatever he was attempting to hold back. His teeth dug into your shoulder with each pulsing movement, driving himself deeper into you. Ungodly moans left your lips, only confirming his actions as he hungrily chased his high, dragging you with him.

His paces became less rhythmic and more sloppy as he gripped onto you, your fingers digging into his skin as you felt your orgasm was just within reach. You tightened your leg around him, your head swimming as he began to hit your sweet spot repeatedly. With a nearly choked out moan of his name, your body flushed with relief, your climax ripping through you. Nick succumbed to his own as if he'd been waiting for you, the two of you leaning against each other for support as you rode out your highs.

After you caught your breath, you reapplied a layer of lipstick, eyeing Nick through the reflection of the mirror as he stood behind you, straightened his clothes. "Let's not tell Clay about this, purely because he'll make it weird," you stated, turning and evening out his hoodie strings.

He chuckled slightly. "Oh, I agree completely. Don't tell Clay." His sly smirk nearly drew you in as you pressed your lips against his again, a promise that you'd definitely be seeing each other again.

[princehrry-writings]

Daddy?

happy Easter if you celebrate it!! I've been working on this for a couple weeks!! It's the longest one-shot I think I've ever written.

word count: 5180

please please please flood my inbox with your thoughts and comments!! i want to know what you think!!!

warnings: some swearing (i think), absent birth father, single mom, nothing too serious.

“And who might this be?” He said softly, hoping that he wouldn’t frighten her.

“Tell Harry your name baby,” Y/n brushed a stray piece of hair away from her daughter's face who shied away behind her mom’s leg.

“Stella,” the little girl mumbled, fidgeting with the jeans she hid behind. He felt his heart flutter. She was just so freakin cute.

“It’s lovely to meet you Stella, m’Harry!”

“You talk funny.” The child said, making Harry laugh and Y/n gasp, scolding her daughter for being rude while trying not to laugh at her blunt comment.

“Stella Rose, that was not a very nice thing to say!” Y/n softly reprimanded.

“Sowwy Hawwy,” He chuckled, letting her know he forgave her.

or

Y/n is a single mom and Harry wants to be a part of the family.

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.

.

Getting pregnant was definitely not something Y/n wanted to be doing at 20 years old. She had a boyfriend and the career of her dreams but as soon as the news broke, one of those things was no longer true. Her ex skipped town faster than she could even finish telling him she was pregnant, so Y/n was left to her own devices since her family was so far away.

She was a songwriter. She had worked with all the big names in the industry from Taylor Swift to All Time Low. She was known for being able to write in any genre, that’s what set her apart and why people were clawing at the chance to work with her.

And then she got pregnant. She kept writing songs until she was eight and a half months along but due to minor complications, her doctor had ordered her to stay home. So she did. She stayed home, had the baby, and raised her all by herself. Now that baby, whose name is Stella, is four years old and is traveling the world with her mom. Y/n had gone back to work when Stella was a year old. At first, she would leave her baby with a sitter, but eventually, she got to a point where Stella was old enough to come along to writing sessions and quietly color or play with toys in a corner. She really liked going to work with her mom. She got to see a bunch of cool places and meet a lot of nice people.

And one of those people was Harry Styles. Y/n had met him a few times back when he was with One Direction, had even tried to work with the band a few times but things never lined up right. But now he was making his second studio album and only wanted the best of the best to write with him so naturally, he called Y/n. Harry knew she had a kid but he didn’t expect her to bring said kid to a writing session. Harry didn’t really mind- he loves kids, but his friends had been known to curse a lot and he didn’t want to cause any harm to the child.

He made sure to give everyone a stern talking to, even though Kid already knew to hold his tongue (his little ones had repeated some colorful words a few times). He wanted everything to go right, needed it to. Y/n was more than just another songwriter.

“Y/n! I’m so glad you could make it!” Harry smiled as she walked into the studio. She smiled back, walking into his open arms for a hug.

“Thank you so much for having me, I’m super stoked to be working with you!” She said, slightly muffled by his neck. Harry looked down behind Y/n and saw a little girl that looked exactly like the woman currently in his arms looking right back up at him. When the two pulled away Harry was quick to kneel down to her height.

“And who might this be?” He said softly, hoping that he wouldn’t frighten her.

“Tell Harry your name baby,” Y/n brushed a stray piece of hair away from her daughter's face who shied away behind her mom’s leg.

“Stella,” the little girl mumbled, fidgeting with the jeans she hid behind. He felt his heart flutter. She was just so freakin cute.

“It’s lovely to meet you Stella, m’Harry!”

“You talk funny.” The child said, making Harry laugh and Y/n gasp, scolding her daughter for being rude while trying not to laugh at her blunt comment.

“Stella Rose, that was not a very nice thing to say!” Y/n softly reprimanded.

“Sowwy Hawwy,” He chuckled, letting her know he forgave her. Although he wasn’t mad, he understood Y/n had to teach her not to say things like that even if they were funny.

When Stella had settled at a table out of the way of the adults in the room with her coloring book and a juice box, the work began. Y/n and Harry sat at a piano bench ( he hoped she couldn’t hear his pounding heart) while Kid and Mitch, along with Jeff, sat scattered around the other furniture in the studio.

“So, I have a couple of ideas that I’ve been sitting on that I think you might like. You can look through this and see if there's something that catches your eye.” Y/n said, handing Harry a notebook. She tried to ignore the tingle she felt run up her arm when their fingers brushed. He flipped around the pages, noticing random little doodles in the corners and in between lines, and the somewhat messy but readable handwriting. He thought it was cute how she connected her s’s to her t’s and k’s when she wrote.

One page, in particular, caught his attention.

Golden, Golden, Golden

As I open my eyes

Hold it, focus

So you take me back to the light

I know you were way too bright for me

I’m hopeless, broken

So you wait for me in the sky

Brown my skin just right

“Is this a verse or a chorus?” He asked, pointing it out to her. She shrugged saying she didn’t really know yet but it would probably be a verse.

“I like it a lot,” He said and she smiled, picking up her guitar and strumming it to the tune she had thought of for the words. He listened and nodded along, already getting ideas for where to go next.

“I like the golden thing. I think that could be a good hook, something like we’re so golden,” Kid spoke up, tapping his fingers along to what she was playing.

“Or you’re so golden,” Mitch suggested. Harry and Y/n’s eyes widened at the same time, both looking up at each other when they heard the line.

“You’re so golden, you’re so golden…” Y/n hummed.

“I’m out of my head, and I know what you said about hearts get broken,”

“How about I’m out of my head and I know that you’re scared because hearts get broken,”

“I like that better, yeah!” Harry smiled, nodding along to the beat.

Y/n looked over 30 minutes later to see Stella had sprawled out on the floor with her arms folded beneath her head, first finger stuck into her mouth, and she smiled, breathing out a laugh.

“She’s so precious,” Harry murmured from beside you. Your gaze found his and the smile on your face widened a little bit.

“She is, isn’t she.” She said, pride present in her eyes.

“Looks just like you as well,”

“Yeah thank god, I don’t know what I would have done if she had ended up looking like her sperm donor,” Malice dripped from the end of her phrase. Y/n couldn’t even entertain the idea of her looking like the man who helped create her. That nerve was still a little raw, not because she had any remaining feelings, but because he had abandoned not only her but the beautiful baby girl who was napping not 15 feet away from her. She figured they were better off without him, yet her heart always shattered a little when Stella asked if she had a daddy like the people she sees on tv.

“I couldn’t imagine finding out the woman I loved was pregnant and then leaving her, any real man would have stayed.” His eyes were genuine, which she appreciated. Most people would say they felt sorry for her, pity dripping from their gaze, but she didn’t need pity, didn’t need people to feel sorry for her. But what Harry said was out of pity, he just honestly couldn’t understand how anyone would abandon a child.

“Yeah well, I guess I just wasn’t the woman he loved.” She said, looking back at her baby. Stella made all of that pain from when he disappeared worth it.

Harry wanted to be able to take that pain away.

---

“Hey I know it’s late, but I have this idea and I want you to hear it,” Harry’s raspy voice chimed through the speaker of Y/n’s phone. She glanced at the time, reading 1:30 AM, and sighed.

“Ok,”

“Come open the door,” He said.

“Wait what? You’re here?”

“Yeah, come on. It’s cold out here.”

“Ugh, hold on,” The woman sighed, hanging up and tip-toeing out of her room so her footsteps wouldn’t wake the sleeping four-year-old in the next room over. Her door was open and she was a light sleeper.

The door swung open and Harry stood there with a small smile on his face, burrowing as deep into his coat as he could to shield himself from the cold air outside.

“Hi!” His cheeky smile made Y/n’s heart flutter.

This was the first of many times he would show up at her place in the middle of the night.

---

Another night of Harry coming over late with a song idea he couldn’t wait to show Y/n, although now it was more he would come over after Stella fell asleep and the two would watch movies and talk, and sometimes write songs (even though the album was done).

The pair were perched on the couch in a heated conversation about whether or not pineapple belongs on pizza (it does and that is a fact not an opinion) when the sound of little footsteps caught their attention. They both looked up from where they sat at the sound of loud crying coming down the stairs, seeing a small child with tears barreling down her face, cheeks flush an angry red, first finger stuck in her mouth, teddy bear clutched tightly to her chest.

“Baby what’s wrong?” Y/n cooed, getting up and sweeping her into her arms. She went and sat back down on the couch, cradling the baby to her chest, brushing her hair out of her face, and rocking her back and forth.

“Scawwy dweam mommy,” She hiccuped into her mom’s neck, where she hid her face. Her tiny hands clutched onto her shirt, finger stick tucked between her lips.

Harry held back a coo at the little girl, feeling himself fall further and further for the little family of two sitting before him. He hadn’t been able to take his mind off of them since that first day he met Stella. He’d always had a schoolboy crush on Y/n since they first met all those years ago but knew it was one-sided when she introduced her boyfriend one of the last times they had seen each other. As fate would have it though, they found their way back to each other. Neither of them could deny the feelings they held, but Y/n was scared to bring someone into the picture because she didn’t want Stella to get attached to someone who wouldn’t be permanent. She was lucky her ex left before he ever got the chance to meet Stella, the kid had no clue what she was missing, therefore didn’t have any pain due to her absent father.

She would be lying if she said she didn’t imagine Harry stepping into that role. But she couldn’t ask that of him. He was at a time in his career where he didn’t have time to be the father of a four year old.

But life is full of surprises.

“Hawwy.” The baby whimpered and crawled off of Y/n’s chest, into his lap and snuggled her head right into him like it was where she was meant to be all along. His heart just about burst when the little girl fisted his shirt, tucking herself into him. His arms instinctively wrapped around her, cradling her into him and rocking her back and forth like her mother had been only moments ago.

Stella calms down almost immediately, to Y/n’s surprise. It usually takes her a while to console her baby from bad dreams, but all Harry had to do was hold her, and boom, no more tears.

“You alright petal?” He cooed into her hair, soothing his hand up and down her back to keep her calm. She nodded, letting out a huge yawn and closing her eyes, falling back asleep in his arms.

Y/n was astonished. Stella had never fallen asleep on anyone but her mom or her grandmother. She’s known Harry for a few months and was acting like he’d been there her whole life.

“Wow… she loves you.” Y/n whispered, not really meaning for him to hear but he did and his smile gave her the impression that he loved her too. But Stella wasn’t the only one he felt such affections for.

“Y/n....” He starts after a moment of silence, “I know this sounds crazy because we’ve only truly known each other for a few months… but I’ve had feelings for you for years. I missed my opportunity when you got with your ex but I’m here now, and I love you, and I love Stella, and I would do anything to stay in both of your lives if you’d have me. I want to be here for you, and I want to be here for her as well.” His confession shocked the woman sitting across from him.

Y/n was quiet, eyebrows furrowed in deep thought while she took in what he was saying. Trying her best to keep her fantasies of playing house with him at bay, she spoke.

“Harry, as much as all of that sounds lovely, you’re about to start press for the album and then go on tour. You’re not gonna have time to be in a relationship, and as much as I wish I could just jump into something like that, I can’t. I have her to think about…” She gestured to the toddler sleeping on him.

“She needs consistency, her life is already hectic enough.”

“So come with me!” He spouted, and then retracted a bit realizing he could wake Stella up.

“What?”

“Come with me! You two travel around already, so come on the press tour with me and then come on the big tour with me! I know this sounds impulsive and it’s probably the craziest thing I’ve ever said in my life ever, but I’ve never been more sure of anything. I know what I want Y/n, and that’s to be a part of this family. I want to be a part of your lives!”

“Harry, I-”

“Please Y/n. Give me a chance! I won’t let you down!” The gleam in his eyes shows her that he’s serious. He really does want this. Harry just hopes that Y/n can see just how willing he is, how much it would mean to him to have (what he already affectionately considers to be) his girls with him on tour.

It’s quiet, only sounds of Stella’s even breaths and the light noise of her sucking on her finger fill the room. Eventually, Y/n gathers her thoughts, mind made up.

“We’ll try it out… see how it goes….” She said, releasing a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding on to. Harry’s smile grew tenfold at her confession, reaching over and bringing her face closer to his to kiss her lips, careful not to wake the baby in his arms.

He had never been happier, Harry decides, than he is right now.

---

“Hawwy?” Stella’s voice catches Y/n’s attention from where she sits on the plane, in between her and Harry. She turns her little head to the man sitting in the aisle seat, big round eyes staring right into his.

“What is it, lovebug?” He asks, pushing her wild baby hairs away from her eyes. Y/n did her very best not to coo at the two of them. Harry had fallen perfectly into step with the mother and daughter, like this duo had been a trio all along. She was still hesitant to think of him as a father figure for Stella though, just because if things went south somehow, she didn’t want her baby suffering a loss like that (a second time).

Stella’s little fists rubbed at her tired eyes. She let out a small ‘hmph’ and laid her head on Harry’s arm, wrapping her own little arms around his.

“Awe you my daddy?” She asked and Y/n choked on her spit, looking back over at the toddler.

“Stella, baby-”

“I would love to be your daddy lovebug, but that’s not really up to me…” He spoke and glanced up at Y/n quickly, trepidation clear in his eyes. Harry was afraid he might overstep. Sure he knew that things were still new between him and Y/n but he wanted nothing more than for Stella to think of him as her dad.

“Who’s it up to?” Y/n could tell she was about to fall asleep but was fighting it in order to get her answers. She had adjusted to a more fast pace schedule quite nicely. She slept through most plane and car rides and absolutely loved being backstage at concerts. Harry thought she looked so adorable with her big noise-canceling headphones on. They had been on the road for a few months now, and it had been 8 months since Y/n decided to give him a chance.

“It’s up to mummy, baby.” He answered, his fingers tangling into his chestnut curls in a futile attempt to keep them out of his face.

Stella’s head immediately whipped to look at her mom, who sat frozen in her seat, not knowing what to do.

“Mommy, is Hawwy my daddy?” She repeated her question. Y/n had a feeling that Stella thought Harry was her real dad, the one that her mom didn’t like to talk about. She had to make sure there was no confusion.

“Not like you're thinking he is, baby. He’s not your birth dad, he didn’t help mommy make you, but if you want him to be your daddy, then that’s ok with me.” Y/n locked eyes with the man sitting across from her with a smile on his face. She was glad that they were flying private because she really didn’t need anyone ruining this moment for them. All her fears of this not working out felt stupid now.

How could she ever think that things with Harry wouldn’t work out? He was right where he belonged.

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“Daddy!”

“Baby!” Harry knelt down to catch the running (almost) 5 year old, picking her up and spinning her around in his arms. They were in England for two weeks on tour. One for shows, and one so that Y/n and Stella could meet Harry’s mom and sister for the first time as a part of the family. Y/n had met them before as “a friend of Harry’s” many years ago, but they had never met her as Harry’s girlfriend, and they hadn’t met Stella.

Currently, Harry was in the middle of a show and Stella had just escaped her mothers arms side stage in favor of running to her dad. Y/n still couldn’t get over saying that. Harry is Stella’s dad. She doesn’t think that will ever get old.

No one knew how serious the relationship between Y/n and Harry was. The public knew they were together (after a very vague post on instagram of the mother/daughter duo napping with the caption “my girls”). Many people thought this was a PR stunt, just because it was so unlike Harry to post something like that. But he had actually confirmed in an interview that, yes, he was in a relationship with the songwriter and it was pretty serious. That was all he chose to say, in favor of keeping his secrecy, as he so famously loves to do.

What came as a shock to the audience was what the child had called Harry. They all knew about Stella, obviously, but no one would have thought that this child would think of him as her father. A lot of people didn’t like thinking about Harry being a father.

“What are you doing out here baby?” He said into her ear, making sure he could hear her over the loud noise of the audience. Most of them loved getting glimpses into his life, so the crowd was excited to see Stella out on stage and many thought it was adorable that she already thought of him as her dad.

“Missed you.” She said into his neck. The microphone had somehow picked up their little exchange and the whole crowd sighed a collective “awe” when she said that. She was perched on his hip with her little arms wrapped around his neck, her favorite place if she had to choose one. She was pretty small for a 4-year-old, most people usually thought she was younger.

Harry chuckled and saw Y/n standing there with a smile on her face. Mitch was giggling at the exchange and kept glancing back at Sarah with a knowing look of “That’s going to be us soon,” written on his face.

“I missed you too lovebug, but I’m in the middle of a show! I gotta send you back to mumma.” He said. Stella didn’t like that though, because as soon as the words left his lips she was clinging to him like he was her life force and the tears began streaming down her face. She didn’t like having to share her daddy. She just wanted to be held by him right now, and she’d be damned if she got anything but her way.

This amused everyone, the child's insistence to be in her father's arms, so he sighed and bent to her will because how could he say no to his baby girl?

So he walked over to her mom and got her headphones, slipping them on her, and walked back to his microphone with her on his hip, ready to start the next song.

“Harry and Stella” was trending on twitter the very next morning. No one could get enough of the father-daughter duo.

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Y/n hadn’t been this nervous since she was about to give birth to Stella. She stood with her baby in her arms as Harry opened the door to his childhood home, announcing to his mom and sister that they were there. She had to wipe her sweaty palms on her jeans more than once.

Anne rushed out from wherever she had been, greeting the three of them. Stella had met Anne via FaceTime many times so it was not news to her (or Gemma) that Harry had stepped into the role of Stella’s father. She will admit she was surprised at first but then she was reminded that Harry had been in their lives for almost a year before Stella had asked the question. It wasn’t something that was rushed into.

Anne was very excited to be meeting her grandbaby and was very excited to meet the girl that had made her a grandmother.

Stella got shy, not being used to seeing “Nana” in person. Gemma had emerged from her spot in the kitchen as well, greeting everyone.

“Hello, my loves! How was the trip?” Anne said, kissing both of them on the cheek, her hand gently caressing the child's cheek in an attempt to get her out of her shell. Once she realized that this was her Nana that was standing before her, Stella reached out for Anne, silently asking to be held by her. Anne jumped at the chance, sweeping the baby into her arms and giving her a big hug, kissing her on the forehead multiple times, not being able to quell her affection for her first grandchild.

“It was good mum, Stell slept the whole way and traffic was pretty light,” Harry said, slipping his hand into his girlfriend’s, brushing his thumb back and forth trying to help calm her anxieties. For whatever reason, Y/n was worried that Gemma and Anne wouldn’t like her because she had come into their son/brother's life with a child, but it was clear that the two ladies loved the idea of Harry being Stella’s father.

“Oh, that's lovely!” She smiled, cuddling Stella impossibly closer to her. Y/n felt most of her worries melt away seeing the woman with her baby.

She felt silly for thinking Anne would be anything but happy.

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Anne would not put Stella down for anything. The two were attached at the hip every waking second. Y/n was actually starting to miss her baby, but she appreciated getting to spend time with Harry without having to keep an eye on their little one. Gemma was absolutely smitten with Stella as well. She was very excited to be “Auntie Gem” as Stella had quickly adapted to calling her. Stella was very happy as well. She had never been around so much family in her whole life. She’d been so used to just her and her mom, and then just them and Harry, but now she had two whole grandma’s all to herself and an auntie she gets to call her own, something she never knew she was missing, that Y/n never thought her baby would get to have.

Harry was so happy to see his baby with Anne and Gemma. They had been bumped to spot number 3 and 4 on his favorite girl list, with Stella and Y/n taking spots 1 and 2. They didn’t mind one bit.

“Daddy, can we watch a movie?” Stella jumped up onto his lap as he and Y/n sat on the couch, just talking and enjoying each other's company. Y/n smiled at the girl, tightening her grip around Harry’s shoulders, resting her head in the crook of his neck.

“Of course we can lovebug! Go get Nana and auntie Gem and we’ll all pick one out together!” He replied, petting her wild baby hairs out of her eyes just like he always did.

“Auntie Gemma said to ask you if we could watch…” She paused for a second, her little finger tapping on her chin like she couldn’t remember what she was gonna say. Suddenly, she was up and running back to the hallway she had just come from. Y/n and Harry heard little whispers before she came running back out and plopped back onto Harry’s lap, on ‘oof’ erupting from him.

“This Is Us!” She finally said. Harry’s face dropped as he looked behind them to see Gemma standing there, trying to hold back her laughter. Y/n just started cackling and Stella was giggling even though she had no idea what was going on.

“Daddy’s in that movie baby,” Y/n finally calmed down enough to say to her daughter. The little one’s eyes lit up, her hands clasped underneath her chin. This was what she did when she wanted her daddy to say yes to her because she knew he couldn’t resist how adorable she was.

“Please please please!!!!!!” She whined, leaning in to place her forehead against Harry’s. She knew exactly how to get him. He caved every single time.

“Yeah, fine. We can watch it!” He finally said and all three girls cheered. Anne came in at the noise wondering what was going on.

“What’s all this?” She asked and Stella ran up to her, pulling on her

“We watching Daddy’s movie Nana!” She said, jumping up and down with a glowing beam on her face.

“Oh, are we now? Which one?” Anne asked and Stella paused.

“Daddy, how many movies awe you in?” She came back and crawled into his lap. She still had trouble saying her r’s. Her and Harry were working on it.

“Two, lovebug. But one of them you can’t watch until you’re older. It’s too scary f’you.” He said, cuddling his baby into his chest. She put on a little pout hearing that. She didn’t like when her daddy told her no, but this was something he wasn’t gonna budge on.

“Ok,” She sighed. All the adults thought this was adorable.

So they all settled in and watched the movie. Harry had a permanent blush on his face and Stella would jump up and down every time he was on the screen.

“Nana look!! That’s you!!” Anne laughed and nodded to her granddaughter.

“Yes, it is baby!”

“Mommy, why aren’t you in this movie?” She asked and everyone giggled.

“Me and Daddy didn’t know each other very well back then, baby.” Y/n laughed. Stella didn’t really understand but she didn’t say anything else.

The last few days had worn her out and that became very obvious when Harry looked down and saw his baby asleep on his chest, her first finger stuck in her mouth just like it always was when she fell asleep.

“Love, I’m gonna go lay her down, and then I’ll be right back,” Harry whispered, cradling the sleeping girl in his arms and slowly standing up. Y/n nodded, kissing his cheek before he left.

“He’s so good with her!” Gemma cooed, her face lighting up seeing her brother with his kid. A sight she was still kind of getting used to seeing.

“He really is…” Y/n smiled, “It was pretty instant too. Anytime he’d come over and she was still awake, he’d insist on putting her to bed, reading to her, singing to her, he’d bring her toys. She’s had him wrapped around her little finger since he first laid eyes on her.”

“That’s so precious,” Anne spoke up, coming to sit next to her, wrapping Y/n in her warm embrace.

“I can’t wait until you two get married!” Y/n laughed at Gemma’s confession, snuggling into Anne.

“All he has to do is ask, I’m ready to say yes!” What none of the girls knew was that Harry was standing right outside the living room, hearing everything that was being said. His mind raced back to his suitcase where a velvet box sat tucked away between all of his clothes.

He was hesitant to bring the idea up because it had only been a year, but the saying when you know, you know he thought.

He came back into the living room, acting none the wiser, sitting on the other side of the girl he was going to marry (she just didn’t know it yet), and cuddled into her just as she had cuddled into his mom.

“Daddy,” A small voice broke through the now quiet hum of the tv.

“Lovebug, what are you doing back up?” He asked, lifting the sleepy little thing into his lap.

“Scawwy dweam, daddy.” She said and he pouted, pulling her closer into his chest and snuggling her back to sleep.

Harry was exactly where he belonged in life. With his baby girl in his arms, and his Love by his side.