#Tyler: babe you look so murderous *heart eyes*

[beautyofattolia]

Wednesday: Do I look nice?

Tyler: You look like you’re about to set someone on fire.

Wednesday: Perfect.

[peachywritesstuff]

Ghostface!Xavier headcannons

Warnings:mentions of stakking,killing(duh),a little of soft! yandere!Xavier, Xavier taking "I will kill for you" to the next level.this ended up being hella long. I got carried away

When the killings first start. You obviously don't know Xavier was behind them. And he make sure you didn't know either.

He was very good at keeping the whole thing a secret.

Like you never suspected your sweet boyfriend to be the one behind the murders.

But... who said he was doing it alone?

Cue Ajax and Xavier killing victims together.

Xavier would do prank calls to his victims.

Fucks with them for a while before killing them.

And he kills all his victims in different ways so whenever the police would find a body it would look completely different then the last body they found

There was times he would come back bruised or a little bloodied(not his blood) from his victims fighting back,but he just say that it was just paint or he went a little to far in fencing.

Now on to you.

You were his sweet precious baby,and he wasn't gonna let anything happen to you.

And he is definitely not afraid to kill for you that's for sure.

He would watch you from afar and make sure you got to where you were going safe and sound.

So the guys that would bother you? Suddenly they end up missing. The guy that was flirting with you? Babe,he dead in a ditch somewhere.

If a guy decides to hurt you? Oh Xavier sees red and goes fucking crazy.

I mean look what happened with Rowan.

He.got.fucked.up

But anyways back to you.

He didn't mean to kill Rowan infront of you.

He just saw red when he saw what he was doing to you. He didn't see or hear anything else. The only thing on his mind was to kill him

He didn't stop stabbing the fucker until he heard your cries.

And as much as he enjoyed watching him choke on his own blood he hated to see you so hysterical

It broke him to see you cowering beneath a tree,covered in Rowan's blood,and shaking like a leaf.

His heart shattered when he saw the look on his face when he took his mask off.

That look alone almost made him want to stop the killing. He never wanted the love of his life to look at him that way ever again.

Keyword: Almost

He approached you so cautiously,like a scared little animal that he was afraid would run away.

And you tried.

He caught you very quickly and dropped the bloodied knife to the ground when kept starting it and crying even more.

You tried to push yourself away from his embrace but he held you tighter. Rocking you side to side as you sobbed in his arms.

You were shaking so bad he thought you never stop.

He carried you back to his shed leaving Rowan's body behind,and you were quiet as a mouse.

No he didn't forget the knife,his mask,or his camera. He wasn't stupid.

Still in a state of shock.

You flinched when his hand reaches up to wipe to wipe Rowan's blood off you and he paused and gently grabbed your face with his hands.

"I would rather die then to ever hurt you baby." He looked deep into your eyes. Filled with so much love,and sincerity. How can these hands who have killed countless people,hold you so gently? Like you were a proclain doll?

You were still sitting there in shock and disbelief.

Everything seemed to make sense now, times he would disappear and come back late at night,the "red paint" that was on his clothes.

When you saw him killing Rowan... he was an entirely different person and it scared you so much

The boy you knew since you were 14 was a ruthless killer and never thought you would use Xavier and serial killer in the same sentence.

"Do you like it?" Xavier made eye contact with you. "Killing." He looked down at his feet,his legs beginning to bounce.

"Yeah," his voice cracked a little. "Yeah I do."

You let out a shaky exhale at that.

He admitted that he was the one that killed Tyler and some of the other previous victims

He decided to leave out Ajax for now

Yall sat in silence for what seemed like forever. Him looking at you and you avoiding looking at him.

You asked out of the blue if he would ever thought of killing you and he practically yelled out a 'no'.

After witnessing the murder of Rowan.You never fully got use to him being Ghostface.

Obviously you never told a single soul

Wednesday is suspicious

But yall's relationship dynamic changed after that.

Xavier was surprised that you decided to stay with him even after that happened. I mean, after the talk in his art shed,you ignores him for a week. He thought the relationship was as good as gone.

Xavier didn't throw everything at you all at once which you were thankful for.

Because it took you months to be comfortable with your killer boyfriend's schedule.

At the beginning you felt so much guilt. Knowing who the killer was but not saying a word about it.

But it was the love of your life,you couldn't just rat him out and leave him in a prison to rot for the rest of his life.

I mean look at Wednesday's family

With all that being said,let's talk about when you do feel comfortable about the whole thing.

Now,Xavier is very deeply,in love with you. Think him as Gomez really.

He can and will kill for you

So if you were making it known you wanted someone dead or just bluntly say it then that person would end up being dead by the next morning.

No questions asked.

You also may or may not have developed a knife kink or a hand kink over the process of a few months.

And Xavier takes a full on advantage to that.

Xavier will literally drop dead if you want to join in on the killing.

He would die a happy man.

[yanderecrazysie]

Holding Out for a Hero (Yandere! Hawks)

Requested on Quotev.

Title: Holding Out for a Hero

Pairings: Yandere! Hawks x Reader

WARNINGS: yandere themes, harassment, murder

“I need a hero

I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night

He's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast

And he's gotta be fresh from the fight”

- From “Holding Out for a Hero” by Bonnie Tyler

“Sorry, (Y/n), honey, there’s just not enough room in the car,” Yuu simpered, pouty-lipped and innocent-eyed.

“How the fuck am I supposed to get home then?” You snapped, giving Yuu’s arm candy a fierce look. He didn’t seem to care, considering he had an absolutely gorgeous lady taking him home tonight.

“You’ll figure out a way, sweetie, won’t you?” Yuu fluttered her eyelashes at you and, without waiting for a response, said, “I knew you’d understand.”

And then she was flouncing her way out of the bar, swinging her hips and sending a wink towards lover boy. You glared after them, but they didn’t bother looking back over their shoulders.

You turned back to your cocktail and moodily swirled the straw in it, listening to the soft clinking of ice against the glass under the heavy sounds of the bar’s music. It was starting to give you a migraine, to be honest.

You reached for your purse and froze when you realized it wasn’t there. Frantically, you looked around but in your heart, you already knew that Yuu had probably swiped it. Or some other lowlife had.

Your purse had both your phone and your money, so there really was no way home now. You gritted your teeth- your apartment was only a few miles away. It’d take at least an hour, and you were in heels, and it was dark as sin, but you could make it.

You grabbed your coat and put it on, clutching it tightly against the cool, crisp air of night as you pushed your way through the throng of people and out of the bar. The streets were eerily quiet, with only the sound of an occasional passing car breaking the silence.

Each of your steps echoed loudly in the quiet night. It wasn’t long before your heels began to pinch your toes and cause your heels to ache. Still, you pressed on, even though you were beginning to suspect your poor feet were bleeding.

You were about a mile or two away from your home when you heard the laughter- loud, obnoxious, and nearby. You looked over your shoulder and your heart sank as a group of men drunkenly stumbled out of a nearby alley behind you. Your heart stopped altogether when one of them nudged his friends and pointed at you.

“Hey sweetheart!” one of them called your way, his words slurred, “Where you headed in such a hurry?”

You didn’t respond, instead walking even faster than before, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Aww, don’t be like that, babe!” another one of them jeered, “We just wanna talk!”

Their footsteps were growing louder, drawing out the sound of your heartbeat, their laughter loud and sinister. Panic began to set in as a hand closed around your wrist and forcibly brought you to a halt.

“Don’t ignore us, darling,” one of them snarled, dragging you backwards into his chest. The other two quickly stepped in front of you, closing in until you could smell the alcohol on their breaths.

“C’mon, don’t be shy, we’ll keep ya company,” one of the men snickered, putting his face inches from yours.

Before you could scream, a rush of wind so strong it nearly knocked you off your feet swept past the four of you. The grip on your wrist vanished with a sickening crack and a cry of pain rang out behind you.

“Now, now,” a smooth voice drawled, “That’s no way to treat a lady.”

Tears of joy leapt to your eyes and relief flooded you as you caught sight of the famous hero, Hawks. You didn’t know he worked this late but, boy, were you glad he did!

He held up his red sword of feathers and pointed it at the two remaining men- the third was running away, clutching his wrist.

“Woah, hey, we ain’t looking for trouble!” one of them stammered, backing away from you with his hands raised in defeat, “Really, we’ll just get-”

His words were cut off as he was run through with Hawks’ sword. You watched in horror as Hawks buried it to the hilt in the man’s chest, blood gushing around his hand.

But he had given up! You watched wordlessly as Hawks removed the sword from the man’s chest, leaving him to fall to his knees, clutching his wound in pain. A moment later, he fell face-first to the ground, ominously still.

The last guy let out a scream and turned to run. He made it only a few steps before Hawks took to the air and, with a swish of the sword, beheaded him. He didn’t even have time to scream.

He was running away- heroes aren’t supposed to kill like this, right?! You found your breaths coming faster as you began to panic, looking at the blood seeping into the sidewalk and the gruesome vision of a severed head, staring ahead in permanent shock.

“You okay, dove?” Hawks asked, putting a hand on your shoulder. You let out an involuntary scream and pulled away, eyes wide in terror. He’s going to kill me too- I’m a witness to a crime!

Hawks looked hurt by your reaction, reaching out a hand to cup your trembling face. You turned away, eyes searching for an escape route that didn’t involve tripping over dead bodies. You screamed again when he wrapped an arm around your waist and began to fight against his iron grip.

“Hey, hey,” Hawks soothed, “The bad guys are gone now. You don’t have to worry.”

“You killed them!” you whimpered, “Heroes aren’t supposed to kill-”

“Sometimes they have to,” Hawks corrected you.

“Not like this!” you wailed, struggling in his hold.

Hawks stared at you for a few moments with a blank expression, before a gentle smile graced his face. “Ah, I understand. That was pretty scary, huh? I should have waited until you were safe at home so you wouldn’t see such awful things.”

He sighed and glanced over his shoulder, “Well, let’s get you home. There’s still one rat running around that needs exterminating.” Despite your protests, Hawks swooped you up in his arms bridal style and took flight. He held you gently, like a porcelain doll, but there was something terribly wrong here.

You weren’t heading towards your apartment.

[miyuhpapayuh]

6. News.

Stevie stares at Roderick with wide eyes, as he'd just told her that John was dead.

"You already knew that, though. I know you did."

I did know that John was dead and I knew that Rod did it, but to hear it...

"I did— I do! I just... how did you…” she stumbles, trying to grasp what he'd just said to her, still.

"Is that really important?— I just needed you to know. I had to tell you that I made your problem disappear, before he found another way to harm you or Tyler. I feel like I came just in time, too." He stares at his hands. She looks down too, seeing small scars litter his knuckles.

"What do you mean?"

They look up at the same time.

“Y-you think he was coming back?" She asks. He nods.

"He had a gun on him when I showed up. I know it wasn't used for protection, just knowing the type of monster he was." She sighs heavily.

A hot tear slides down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away, already caught. His warm hand caresses her face.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to cry, but this is a lot. You could get caught. You could go to prison! What... what would I do, then?"

"I'm not going anywhere, Vie. I promise." His fingers find her chin, bringing her lips to his.

He pulls away and lets out a chuckle. She looked at him, confused.

"I know this isn't the relationship you'd planned, in your head. It being your first and all, especially." She laughs now, too.

"Well, not everything's normal, I guess."

"I'm sorry, babe." He says.

"For what?"

"All this mess. I ain't want it to play out like this."

"You protected me and my best friend. Don't ever be sorry. I appreciate it so much; you have no idea."

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"Tyler, I need to talk to you," she stands in the doorway as she buttons up her uniform shirt. She fluffs her hair and looks at Stevie.

"What's up?"

She walks in and hops onto the counter, as usual.

"So, the police just think that John just up and disappeared without a trace..." she nods, glancing down at her watch and back up at her.

"But, I know what really happened."

"Well, let me know."

"He was murdered." Her eyes grow as big as saucers.

"By who? Rod!" She points her finger at her, then placing the same hand over her heart.

"Rod took him out??" She covers her mouth in disbelief.

"He did. He didn't give me the details that I wanted— not that I need those visuals embedded in my brain— but, yes. That sick motherfucker won't be a danger to anybody else, ever again."

She sighs, heavily. Stevie spots a tear, before her warm arms wrap around her. Instinctively, she pats her back. Her quiet sobs break her heart, making her frown and hug her tighter.

"Tyler, I'm so sorry that this shit happened to you. I wish I could've helped Rod kill him."

"It's okay. I'm just so glad that he's dead."

“Me too.”

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She drops Tyler off at work and heads into work, myself.

She pulls into the parking lot and finds Rod leaning against the hood of his car, with a rose in his hand.

Smiling and hopping out, she heads over to him.

He smirks and holds the rose out for her to grab, but she just tilts my head and stares at him.

"What's this for?" She asks, play with the petals, while she waits for him to answer.

"Can I take you out tonight?"

"Where?"

Hee opens her hand and places the rose inside, closing it back.

"Magdalene's. It's a new Italian restaurant. I wanna wine and dine you for the night, babygirl. Is that okay?”

She giggles before nodding, sniffing the pretty red flower in her hand.

"Yes, that's perfectly fine with me." He pulls her to him by her free hand, wrapping his arm around her waist.

Jesus, he's so fine.

"Good. I'll pick you up at eight?" She mumbled an mhm before he kissed her, making her melt right there in his arms.

"Have a good day."

“You too.”

She moves away from his chest and heads towards the door, while he stays perched on his car. She laughs and steps up on the sidewalk.

"Oh, is there a dress code, dear?"

He smirks and licks his lips.

"Yeah... dress up for me."

She raises an eyebrow and watches the amusement on his face grow, before simply nodding and heading inside.

"Hey, Stevie— ooooh a rose! How beautiful!" Claire leans over the counter and smiles widely at her.

"Isn't it?" She heads behind the counter and clocks in, beginning to look for a glass to put her pretty flower in.

She finds one underneath the cabinet and fills it halfway with water and sticks the rose inside, placing it beside her register.

"Is it date night?"

She nods, excitedly. "Yes ma'am."

"Aww, how many dates have y'all been on?"

"Hm... official dates, three. But, outside of that, we hang out all the time. We've gotten super close."

"That's so sweet, boo! I hope everything stays sweet with y'all."

She nodded in agreement, while putting her apron on and beginning to take orders.

"Hey, I know you!" She looks up from the cup in her hand and sees the same white girl from the club that night. The one that sent her friend on a mission to get her ass whooped.

Stevie rolls her eyes. "Of course you do. How's your friend? She still tryna take men that don't belong to her?"

She laughs. "Listen, I honestly didn't even know it was like that, between y'all. He just didn't seem like he had came with you and I put my girl on, like any–"

"Stupid girl would? Yeah, you did that."

She continues filling cups with coffee and finishing it off with either whipped cream or a caramel drizzle, sliding the corresponding drinks to the customers and sending them on their way.

"Why are you so upset? Isn't he still yours?" She leans against the counter in a teasing manner, while Stevie blinks.

"You think I'm threatened? Y'all are white, so by default, you think you can take what doesn't belong to you, but that's not happening around this way. I'm sure both of y'all figured that out.. unless I need to remind you?"

"No need. I don't need you going ghetto on me, in this nice establishment."

Stevie has to pause for a second and cock her head to the left. She opens her mouth to say something, but Claire slides in front of her.

"If you're not gonna purchase anything, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave. Harassment against my employees is not tolerated, so either buy some coffee or bounce." She states, leaving room for nothing else.

White girl tightens her lips and orders a frappucino. Claire makes her drink and slides it across the counter, snatching the twenty dollar bill out of her hand.

"Keep the change." She turns around and storms out.

Stevie breathes through her nose and looks around, seeing that nobody was really paying attention to what just happened.

"Okay," Claire turns around and places a hand on Stevie's shoulder, "who the hell was that?"

"Stupid girl from the club. She sent her friend after my man, had the nerve to ask me if we were together and proceeded to tell me that her girl was basically out there tryna eat him alive."

"Well, I know you stopped that." She gives her a damn right look. She cracks a smile.

"Damn right. I ain't playin' with these girls. I ain't even have to say nothing to the girl, for her to get the message and disappear."

"I feel that! But, I'm proud of you for holding your own and being professional about it. I know that's hard, especially when these white girls can be so reckless at the mouth." She says, pulling her into a hug, patting her back.

"Thanks, Claire. If I catch her anywhere else and she's on some slick shit, her ass is grass." She pulls away from her and cackles.

"I'm serious!"

"I know! I'm just imagining you beating her ass, and it's so sad yet so funny!" She continues to laugh. She chuckles and watches the line grow a little bit.

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Wrapping the last strand of her hair around the curling wand, she waits a few seconds for the curl to set and fluffs it out a bit, unplugging the curling iron after. She touches up her light makeup, which consists of Tyler's purple eyeshadow and her own pink tinted gloss.

Leaving the bathroom to cross the hall for her bedroom, she slips into her lavender mini dress and champagne hued heels, spraying herself with perfume that smells of jasmine and sandalwood.

Grabbing her gold necklace from her jewelry box, she puts it on, along with its matching bracelet.

The front door opens and closes, followed by the sounds of hysterical ranting from Tyler.

Stevie head out into the hallway and leans over the railing of the stairs, watching Tyler toss her stuff in every direction and curse up a storm in the process.

"...fucking stupid ass bitches..... should've cut her ass."

She looks up at her and stops, her mouth dropping open.

"Alright, who do I have to fight?" Stevie asks.

Tyler waves her off and points at her.

"Forget about that. Let's talk about you for a second, cause damn."

She blushes and waves her off.

"Tyler, stop! I really wanna know who's got you so mad." She laughs, as she starts heading up the stairs.

"Okay, and I wanna know who this,” she looks her up and down, "is, cause damn! I haven't seen this girl since prom, and even that isn't a match for this! You look beautiful!" She giggles, listening to her ramble and complement her.

"Thank you, heffa! I guess, I just decided to do something different. You know, switch it up a little bit."

"Mhm.... if you don't get some dick tonight, ima beat his ass."

She stares at her, wondering if that's a good idea.

I mean, it's been on my mind lately, but I don't know the first thing about sex and I'm so awkward, sometimes and...

"Stevie!" She snaps out of her thoughts and hears the ringing of my phone, sending her to answer it.

"Hey..... yeah, I'm ready.... okay."

She sits it back on the dresser and grabs her clutch, placing the lipgloss and her keys inside.

"So... where's rich chocolate taking you, tonight?" She asks, snickering at the side eye Stevie gives her.

"Some place called Magdalene's. I hope the food's good." 

I walk out of my room, with her on my tail. I head downstairs and on cue, the doorbell rings.

Unlocking the door, her mouth is ajar at the sight before her. She doesn't miss the way he bites his lip at her.

"Wow," He pulls another rose from behind his back, this time it's white, "you look gorgeous."

She pulls the rose from his hand and smirks.

"Well, I can definitely say the same about you." She licks her lips and pulls him inside, getting a better look at just how good he looks, tonight.

I'm starting to think that dark colors are his favorite, besides that red hoodie.

A navy blue button up, black slacks and loafers. A thin gold chain adorns his neck, making her touch the gold necklace on my own neck, "You tryna be like me, huh?"

He chuckles and nods.

"Always." He pulls her hand into his and kisses it. She pays close attention to his hair, realizing that he went and got a haircut.

"Well damn, what y'all tryna do tonight?" Tyler snickers and leans on the dining table. She sucks her teeth and Rod laughs.

Wait a minute... did I just?

"Okay, okay. I just came down here to see you off, I didn't know you were coming in, so I get the chance to say thank you. I appreciate what you did." She speaks.

Rod smiles. "Hey, no sweat off my back, protecting you beautiful ladies. You're welcome."

She smiles back and holds her hand out for him to shake.

"Ya know, I was on the fence about you, but you're a good guy. You make Stevie happy and that makes me happy."

The proud smile on his face only grew.

"I appreciate that, Tyler."

"Alright, I'll let y'all get outta here. Have a great night." She smacks her butt before leaving the dining room.

"Are you ready, babygirl?" She nods and grabs her clutch off the table.

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"Wow, this place is nice!" She exclaims quietly, while Rod pulls her chair out for her and sits down.

"It really is. One of my professors was telling us about it, said the Chicken Alfredo is really good."

"Hmm," She opens the menu and skims through the choices, some sounding more interesting than others. "I just might get that."

"Can I ask you another random question?" He asks.

She sits her menu down and looks up at him.

"Sure,"

"What's your middle name?"

"Alaina."

He nods and licks his lips, again. She crosses one leg over the other.

"Just as beautiful as your first name."

She blushes and partially shields her face. "Cut it out!"

He starts laughing, reaching across the small table for her hand.

She sets her gaze on him, watching as his brown eyes lock in on her. The intensity of his stare makes butterflies swarm in places where they normally don't.

"You're so beautiful. I don't mean to stare at you like some creep."

"That's not the feeling that I'm getting from you staring at me." She admits, kicking herself in the ass, once again.

I honestly didn't plan on saying that out loud, but it's too damn late for that.

She lets out a nervous chuckle, withdrawing her hand from his to rub her exposed shoulder. He starts to say something, but the waitress shows up and ends whatever the conversation was about to turn into.

"Hi, my name is Lauren and I'll be serving y'all, tonight. Can I start y'all off with something to drink?"

"Uh yeah, I'll take a sweet tea." She scribbles it down on her notepad and turned to me.

"And for you, ma'am?"

"A water with lemon is fine."

"Alright. Are you guys ready to order or do you need some more time?"

"Uh.. do you know what you want, Stevie?"

"Yeah, I'll get the Chicken Alfredo."

"Yeah, I'll take the same."

Taking the menus, they're left alone for about thirty minutes.

She fiddles with the folded napkin on the table, as an awkward silence fills the air.

"You don't have to shy away from me, Stevie." He breaks the silence.

"Okay."

"Can you explain the...feeling to me?" He asks, making her face heat up.

"I don't— I don't even know how to explain it, cause I've never felt this way." She shrinks back in her seat, feeling the embarrassment sink in.

"Okay, it's cool. We can change the subject. How was work?" She lets out another sigh, causing him to laugh.

"Aw man, what happened?"

"You remember that girl that I told you about from the club? The white girl and her friend?" He nods.

"They came into your job, startin' shit?"

"Just the one that I came in contact with. I don't know where her friend was. But yeah, she was trying me, talking about you didn't look like you came with me and, that I basically should be grateful that her friend didn't make a move, that night." She rolls her eyes and plays with the ends of her curled hair.

"Do you believe that?" She looks back up at him.

"Believe what?" The waiter comes and sits our drinks down.

"Thank you." They say in unison.

She smiles and walks away. She pulls the paper off her straw and sticks it inside her water, immediately taking a sip.

"Do you believe that I would've let some girl make a move when I'm with you, the girl that I wanna be with?"

"I would hope not! I'm sure that you wouldn't have, cause of how you've treated me so far, but a girl naturally has her doubts."

"Stevie, I would never do that to you. I watched my parents go through that shit, and I hated seeing my mom go through that pain. I'd never hurt you. You'll never have to worry about me cheating on you."

She nods, holding his gaze.

"Okay."

"Alright guys, these plates are super hot so be careful." She sits the food down in front of them and grabs the cheese grater, positioning it over Stevie's plate. "Say when."

She nods and snicker, watching her entire plate be almost taken over by cheese. "When."

Rod's eyes grow wide, and she laughs even more.

"Okay, I just want a little bit." She grates a small portion over his food and tells us to enjoy before leaving, again.

"If this isn't good, we're fighting." She unfolds the napkin and pull her fork out, twirling her pasta around it and stuffing it in her mouth.

"How is it?" She covers her mouth with her hand and sighs in contentment. His smile returns as he starts eating.

"You're funny." She playfully rolls her eyes.

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"So, how'd I do?" He leans against the wall in the kitchen, while she pours them both a glass of wine.

"You did okay." She teases.

He smacks his lips and pulls a stool away from the island, sitting down. She hands him a glass and giggles.

"I'm playing, calm down. Tonight was great." She sips on her wine and sit on top of the island, right beside him.

"Yeah?" He sits his glass down and stands, sliding in between her legs and placing his hands on her waist.

"Mhm... the food was great. You look great," he sneaks a kiss, cutting her off.

"Mm, you look great."

She blushes and play with the glistening chain around his neck.

"I'm serious. You always look great, but this is something different. I like it." His hand moves from her waist to her cheek. He leans in and kisses her, again.

His tongue invades mine, wrestling for dominance. She moans, feeling his hands roam her thighs, slowly making her dress rise up. She squeezes his arms and lets out a muffled gasp.

His lips trail a line from her bottom lip to her neck, sucking on the spot that he discovered the last time.

She grips the collar of his shirt and bite her lip. His large hand grips her thigh, making that tingly feeling return in her lower region.

"Rod... Rod..." his tongue presses against her skin, causing her body to jerk. He pulls away and stares at her.

"That's how I make you feel?" The smugness all in his tone.

She smirks, pulling him back to her by his collar.

"Well, I'm sure you knew that, already." He flashes a smile, before attacking her lips again.

"But listen. I don't wanna take advantage of you or anything like that, okay?" He presses his forehead against hers.

"Okay."

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to. I promise." She sighs.

"Well, this is already beyond my comfort zone, so I guess that's enough for tonight. I just don't want you to—"

"Don't finish that sentence. I'm not gonna get tired of waiting on you to be ready. That's selfish. I'm not here for that, I'm here for you."

He helps her down and she fixes my dress. He grabs my hand, and they walk to the door. He gives her a kiss on the forehead and the lips, before pulling her into a hug.

"I'll see you, tomorrow."

She nods and watch him open the door and leave out. She closes and locks the door.

"Stevie," she heads back into the dining area and looks up towards the stairs, finding a half sleep Tyler. Her hair's all over her head.

"Hey girl, you sleep good?"

She yawns and leans over the railing, smirking at me.

"Mhm... you look flushed, sis."

She rolls her eyes and head into the kitchen.

"Where you goin?"

"To finish this wine! I need it."

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[ssavanessa22]

Bad blood

Warnings: racism, hate crime, cannon type violence, kinda but not really smutty so like 16+ as always if I missed someone pls tell me !

A/n the girls of Wattpad really liked this one so I hope you all enjoy as well!

"Y/N you and Reid are going to lead this interview even though you are together make a great team and I think you can crake him are you guys okay with that?"

Spencer and I looked and each other and smiled in unison we replied.

"Yes we are more than okay with that"

Spencer and I have been together for 2 years 324days and 6 hours well that's what he said to me when I woke up next him laying of his bare chest, even though we basically spend every day together we still needed uno special time together and oh was it special. Before we told hotch about our relationship we were able to be in the field together until one time I thought Spence died and then I started crying and it was a whole big thing but now are months not working together we got to do what we both love and with each other.

Before we walked into the interrogation room together Spence turned to me and said.

"Are you sure your okay to do this, you don't have to if you don't want to this case is close to you even if he didn't hurt your family"

This unsub was committing hate crime murders for the last nine months pretending to go on dates with balck women then brutally murder them, Garcia found his manifesto online called "the eradication of all unpure women" it took Kevin who was with her at the time to calm her down as she had to read it out loud I felt bad for her but everyone else felt bad for me. Was looking at me in that moment I wished more than ever to be where Tara was right now, interviewing a child rapist.

I replied to Reid whilst plastering on a fake smile,

"Spencer I'm gonna be fine if anything these women looking like me being like me makes me wanna catch this motherfucker even more"

He smiled and gently kissed me before we both walked in.

"Tyler Walker do you know hey your here"

He ignored my question then Spencer asked the same one only then did he reply.

"Tyler if I'm going to be in here you need to speak to both of us" I sternly replied

"Well if your gonna bring you boyfriend in here since you clearly can't do this on you own them I'm gonna talk to the man here if you'd don't mind"

Spencer interjected saying

"Tyler we found the hearts of all the women murdered in you home why were they in there?"

I don't know I didn't touch them"

He didn't ask if you touched them we asked what you did to those girls" I sternly said.

"You know what If you want to know what I hypothetically would have done to those women I tell you, but only little miss chocolate in the room and only her."

Before Reid could protest I said "yeah sure let's talk"

Spencer's POV

As I walked to the door I gave y/n a reassuring smile she turned and gave me one back but her face was filled with anger and fear, she would never tell me this but she was scared. We didn't shy away from the topic of race within our relationship I read of lot of books and educated myself before I even started dating her I would never understand but I will always try my hardest to be there. And sometimes she just wanted to come home and cry let her emotions out about what it was like being black in American and that was okay as well because I love her.

"How do you think she's gonna do in there?" JJ asked reluctantly

"If I'm being honest I don't know"

Y/N's POV

I sat down trying to make myself look bigger and take up more space within the room than I actually did to encourage my self but in my head I was fucking shitting it.

"Okay we are alone now tell me"

"Just remember sweetheart this is all hypothetical I never did anything if the thing I am about it say" Tyler replied in a menacing tone

"Yes I know get on with it then"

The next 15 minutes felt like a blur, 15 minutes 900 seconds that's how long I heard Tyler speak about all the torcher he wanted to our women like me through half way he started to refer to the women with my name making me imagine him doing these Haines and despicable things to me. I think what was the worst part was that he was smiling whilst he describe these disgusting thing to me he smiled I felt violated and felt used and felt like he had infested my personal space chipping away at the emotional armour I developed whilst having this job.

Once he finished I was on the brink tears but I never going to show him that I left the room being met only by Spencer's face he was seething but I didn't care I just wanted him to hold me to tell me everything was going to be okay.

"Y/N it's okay your okay your other now" he said whilst soothing me.

"I just don't think I can get back in there-"

As I said that Derek stormed in took one look at me and brought me to his arms even though it wasn't Spencer it just felt right in the time to hug him he would understand the most out of the team what I was going through.

"Y/N I know you said you don't want to go back in there but he got him his prints were all over the bodies we found and he had the hearts of the victims he's going to go away for a long time but now you can tell him that take back your power Y/N"

"Ok I'll do it"

"Y/N are you sure you wanna do it this you don't have to?" Spencer said whilst searching my eyes for any fear I had.

I smirked at Spencer whilst he looked at me in confusion I replied.

"Nope I'm okay and I know just what I'm gonna talk about"

By this point the whole team was in the room

"Y/N are you okay love I heard what happened"

"I'm okay Emily but right now you get to watch me drag a white supremacist to filth."

I barged into the interrogation room not letting Tyler speak.

"Okay listen Up bird brain your already done for we found your prints all over the body and that were at your house so now this is just a formality"

"So if you think you've caught me why I am not in a jail cell right now? Hmm"

"You were so nice to me and described the rape, torture, murder and the disfigurement that you would do to me so now I'm just going to repay the favour"

"You know you were right about him being my boyfriend you know"

"so the lanky white one is you boyfriend, I've always said that pure breads shouldn't mix with you people"

"Tyler your going to prison for a very long time you racist rhetoric means nothing to me,but since you I have been so kind to me I am going to spend the next 15 no 20 minutes going in full detail about the amazing sex I had with my white boyfriend last night if we can fit it all in 20 minutes. We will just have to see won't we?"

Spencer's POV

My jaw had dropped to the floor when y/n said that I mean yes it would be hot for her to describe every single we did last night both of us have an eidetic memory so I know she remembers it all but in front of a racist unsub I had I was weirdly impressed and terrified at the same time.

"You don't think she's actually gonna do that?" I asked to the team in complete and utter shock

"Reid when was the last time y/n has ever lied to us?"

"Once JJ but she couldn't even go the whole day telling the lie she ended buying hotch a dozen of his favourite donuts even though she only ate one"

Derek and Emily started chuckling and said.

"That means she's not lying"

The unsub was seething with anger when y/n carried on speacking

" Tyler I didn't a little digging on you and I found out form you pervious girlfriends that apparently you can't put it up in one of you girlfriends exact words she says no matter how hard I tried he could never get hard"

"You don't know anything you slut"

"oop Tyler your using big words especially with someone who only has the education of a 5th grader"

But you know what Tyler lucky for you I have and eidetic memory I don't think you know what that is so I'm just gonna tell you... that means I remember everything so we're gonna have some fun together hmm"

20 minutes, 1200 seconds that's how long y/n spoke in detail about about sexual escapades from last night throughout these 20 minutes Derek started recording so he could send this back to Garcia. Light  chuckles and laughs were heard here and there then oos and ahhs, then total shock was the look on everyone's face and a gasp coming from Garcia who Derek had patched in a phone call so she could listen too when y/n got to the last bit.  I guess they just assumed because I'm the youngest apart from y/n and .... well I'm me that we would have a boring sex life but I guess we surprised them.

Y/N's POV

After I finished I wasted no time in leaving but before I did I said one more thing.

Tyler you are going to prison for a very long time you probably get life or even the death penalty so I want you to remember what I spoke to you about every single time you try your hardest to get it up every. Single. Time. I hope you know after your manny years in prison never getting to see the outside again and you die I will be sleeping soundly knowing you are burning in hell"

I walked out and the whole team was silent in utter shock of what I said then i realised I probably shouldn't have said any of that too an unsub.

" omg hotch I am so sorry that was completely inappropriate and unacceptable what I did in there and wasn't right at all I-"

"I'm sorry y/n I don't know what your talking about what did you say in there"

"What I just spent the last 20 minutes-"

Seriously y/n what are you talking about you went I told him what he was being charge for and you walked back out hun what are you talking about?"

Im what I'm so confused what?"

Then Spencer finally said

"Babe I know I can be dumb sometimes but please read the room"

I looked around still so confused until I finally realised.

Ohhhhh ok yeah yeah I get it now"

Okay but when are you are pretty boy releasing the sex tape cause I would like to pre order"

The whole teams was laughing including me and Spencer I replied simply with

"in your dreams Morgan in your dreams" 

[myhockeyworld87]

Bubble Wrapped - Part 6

Word Count: 3,708

POV: Reader

Warnings: Same as always, Language, Smut, NSFW, Please see the note in the Masterlist

Teams: Bruins, Caps, Flyers, Lightning and Pens

Notes: So I decided to concentrate on this story a little more than my other ones, since we are now in the conference finals. So my two other stories will sit on the backburner for a bit. Don’t worry they will be back and I still work on them from time to time. But for now please enoy this one...haha As always feedback is welcome! Happy Reading!

It seemed like every time you saw one of the players in the lobby, you were trying to determine if they were the one that sent you the cryptic text message. Cross-referencing the information that you had on the players didn't help as you didn't have most of their phone numbers in the hotel computer system. Two days later and you were no closer to finding out who sent it then you were the day you got it. "I don't know Car, it's putting me on edge," you told your best friend over coffee out in the courtyard.

"Does it matter? It's not like you've had a horrible time with any of them. Or have you?" Carly's eyes got wide at just the thought.

 "Of course, not."

 "Well then no harm, no foul right?" She shrugged and took a sip of her drink. "You need to have some fun. You've been so wound tight over this, I doubt you've gotten off in the last forty-eight hours." You literally almost spit your iced coffee out of your mouth. "What? Have you? You haven't told me about anything since the Sid thing, and that was almost three days ago if you consider that was the night before."

 "I don't tell you everything you know." You countered once you'd regained your composure.

 "Look getting off by your own hand over the phone with Tyler, does not count. And don't try to tell me that didn't happen." Carly tapped the side of her cup waiting for you to answer but then decided to keep going. "I mean he did buy you those shoes, the man had to get something in return. Not to mention, you were flushed when you came back down to the lobby."

 "Oh my god, shut up!" Well if she had just experienced what you did, she would've been hot and bothered as well. "And it wasn't my own hand," you hissed back.

 "OH! Do tell?"

 "What are we telling?" Brayden Point asked as he sat down beside Carly and now it was she who was blushing and not you.

 "Just talking about the schedule," you said in hopes to cover.

 "Please (Y/N), it's not like Brayden doesn't know about your little sexcapades." The fact that you were trying to think of several ways to murder your best friend with a cup of coffee, should've been evident with the look you gave her. "He was playing strip poker with us," Carly added by way of excuse. "I was just saying she's tense and that she needs to get some."

 "Oh if that's all, there are about a dozen guys within earshot willing to help you out with that you know." He said looking around the courtyard to see who was there. "In fact…"

 "Don't you dare." Your teeth were clenched as you sternly chided Point. "Just because you two are fucking like rabbits every spare moment doesn't mean that I need to."

 "I'm just saying, pick one of these guys and they'll literally be putty in your hands. You don't know how many of them are sexually frustrated." This wasn't a revelation by any means out of Brayden's mouth. You'd seen the looks even from guys that shouldn't be giving them. Why you'd let the text message bother you so much you didn't know, but you needed to get out of this conversation that was for sure.

 "Yeah, yeah, I know." You told them both. "You two enjoy your….break. I expect you'll be back working in say…an hour Car?"

 Brayden checked his watch then quickly got up, grabbing Carly by the hand. "An hour…yep, I'll have her back by then."  The two left and you just sat there chuckling to yourself as you sipped on your iced latte macchiato. Scrolling through your phone, you weren't surprised to get a text message from Tyler. He'd pretty much messaged you all the time and of course, you'd enjoyed another night of fun over FaceTime as well. Which Carly knew nothing about thankfully. You flicked over to messages to see what Tyler had to say today.

 Tyler: Hey Babygirl! How's bubble life today?

 (Y/N): Just enjoying some sunshine at the moment. How about you?

 Tyler: Just missing you. When can we FaceTime again?

 (Y/N): Are you missing me or just horny?

 Tyler: Can't I just want to talk to you? I miss you.

 Why did Tyler have to say things like that? He was a natural flirt but lately, he'd been taking your whole friends with benefits things and pushing it to the border. The only thing you could do is try and guard your heart for he wasn't the relationship type of guy.

 (Y/N): You can, I just know you 😉

 Tyler: Sometimes I wonder if you do…

 (Y/N): What does that mean?

 Tyler: ….

 Tyler: Nothing…

 Tyler: Can we talk soon though?

 (Y/N): Yes, you have a game tonight, right?

 Tyler: Yes

 (Y/N): Well I'll be watching and cheering for you.

 Tyler:  ❤

 (Y/N): I'll call you tomorrow

 Tyler: Promise?

 (Y/N): Yes ❤

 Tyler: Good, miss you 😘

 "Boo," you heard from behind you as someone jabbed your ribs. Quickly you closed your phone not knowing who just made you jump out of your seat.

 "Tom, you scared the shit out me." Tom Wilson scooted in the seat beside you, even though there were empty ones where you wouldn't be on top of one another.

 "I'd say I'm sorry, but um not. You're cute when you're flustered like this."

 "I'm not flustered," you insisted even as your heart still wasn't beating properly.

 "Mmmhmm, well you were certainly lost in thought. What's so interesting on that phone?" He tried to grab it away from you, but you were faster.

 "Business, which you don't need to see."

 "Oh, thought you might be reading over a certain text." He had a wicked gleam in his eye and suddenly you knew that he was the one who you'd been wondering about for the last two days.

 "And what text would that be? I don't think I've gotten anything in important."

 "Aww, come on (Y/N), don't play hard to get. You know I haven't forgotten that you still owe me that kiss?" Wilson nudged you and gave you a little wink.

 "And what have you come to collect it now? Out here where everyone can see us? Because I clearly remember you saying something about not wanting to do it with a pair of eyes watching?" You weren't opposed to kissing Tom, in fact, quite the opposite. He was handsome and perfectly chiseled in all the right places. Though you wouldn't mind getting his shirt off of him and checking out his abs. Tyler had the perfect six-pack abs, but you had a feeling Wilson could give him a run for his money.

 "I'm not collecting it now, just thought maybe I could set up a little date to collect later tonight?"

 "You don't have a game or anything?" You knew he didn't, but you also didn't want to seem overly eager at him coming to your suite.

 "Not until Monday, so my night is pretty free."

 "I suppose we could work something out." You glanced down at the calendar on your phone, already knowing that you were free. "Anytime after eight should be good." You were actually free before that, but he didn't need to know that.

 "Fine, then I'll see you at eight and be prepared for the night of your life."

 "Someone's awful confident." You told him as he strolled away.

 "With good reason," he mouthed back before heading back inside. God, he could be so cocky at times. You really needed to get back inside and make sure things were running smoothly, now that the bubble had been more open you had not only your teams there but the others as well, as they were allowed to use all the amenities the hotel had to offer which were quite a lot. Walking back inside the hotel, it was hard not to notice there were players everywhere. It occurred to you then, that you had a type, and that type just happened to be every man walking around in your building. Each day it got harder and harder to concentrate on actually working, but that's what you did the rest of the day, finally calling it a night around seven.

 You headed up to your suite, grabbed something quick to eat, then waited for Tom to show up. Eight o'clock came and went and still the handsome winger didn't show up. You were beginning to think that Tom just liked to play games and you weren't in the mood for them tonight for, despite your protests, Carly was right; you were in the mood for a little fun. When ten o'clock rolled around you completely gave up on him coming and headed upstairs to get ready for bed. At least Tom's absence let you keep your word to Tyler as you were able to catch his game. Unfortunately, he didn't quite play as well as you knew that he wanted too.

 You were just about asleep when you heard a loud knock at the door, so throwing on your robe, you padded down the stairs to answer it. The clock on your phone told you it was just past eleven. When you opened the door and Tom was standing there you weren't really surprised. "I'm sorry but the offer expired about three hours ago." You told him before going to shut the door.

 "Babe, don't be like that," he said jamming his foot in the door so that you couldn't close it. "Sorry I'm late but it couldn't be helped."

 With a roll of your eyes, you stepped aside to let him in, though you weren't entirely sure if you were letting him stay or not. "You have two minutes before I throw you out of my room."

 "Don't be like that. I had to watch film and then the guys got to talking. I couldn't just get up and tell them I was coming up here." He made a move to run his hand down your silk-clad shoulder but you brushed him off. "If I would've done that, you'd have bigger problems then me being late as every freaking player would be at your door."

 He had a point, as so far none of your escapades had gotten out, at least to your knowledge. "Do you want a drink?"

 "Would love one." He followed you over to the fully stocked bar.  Grabbing the bourbon off the shelf, you poured yourself a dram on the rocks, while cocking an eye at him for his choice. "Make it two, though I'd prefer it neat." Sliding the glass over to him, you took a small sip, letting the liquor warm you up, not only to the night air but also to the man in your room. "So, does this mean you aren't mad anymore?"

 "I was never mad, Tom. I'm just not a person to be kept waiting. There are plenty of men in this hotel in case you haven't noticed."

 "Look I get it, you didn't have to wait for me, but I'm glad you did." You let his hand grab your waist and pull you toward him. It drifted lower to the swell of your ass and suddenly the liquor wasn't the only thing making the room hot. "Do I still get that kissed I'm owed, or are you saving it for someone else?"

 You pretended to mull it over in your mind. To say that you hadn't thought about it, since that first night would've been a complete lie. "What do you say we play for it?" This all started with a game of pool; it might as well end there.

 "Ok so I win and I still get the kiss." He stated and you nodded your agreement.

 "And if I win, I get to choose if you do or don't." If he could play nice then maybe you'd let him have a prize at the end, but if not, you could send him on his way.

 The confidence in his gaze wasn't lost on you as he agreed to the terms. You racked up the balls then let him break. As a striped ball went in, he claimed those, leaving you with the solids to clear off the table. When it came time for your first shot, you took the opportunity to stick your ass out just a little more tempting him for making you wait for him. His hand went to caress the silk, yet you straightened. "Tsk, tsk, you haven't won yet," you chided him then bent back down to take your shot, which went in. You sunk the next two as well and you could see that he'd underestimated you.

 "I see how it is," he remarked lining up for his next attempt. "You try to act all cute and innocent when this is really your game and you're making me pay." His ball traveled across the table, going down in the corner pocket. The two of you were pretty evenly matched in this game it would come down to the end to see who would be crowned the victor. Though until that time, you took a minute to appreciate his fine form. Long lean muscles that stretched across the fabric of his shirt made your mouth water. He bent over the table, just as you did, giving you a nice view of his firm bottom. All in all, Tom Wilson was a perfect specimen of the male form, that was for sure, and as the game went on you wondered if what was underneath his clothing was just as flawless.

 When it was finally your turn, you didn't miss the opportunity to turn him on as much as he did you. Your robe, now draped seductively off your shoulder, giving him a chance to ogle over your breasts. As you looked across the table you couldn't help but notice the distinct bulge in his pants and you bit down on your lip as you took the shot. There were a few shots left on the table, as you made your way over to take a sip of your drink, letting your hand ghost along his thigh as you reached over for it. You heard his sharp intake of breath, then felt his hand skim over your hip. "What if I declared you the winner right now?" He asked, his hand now rubbing circles on your skin and you could feel yourself getting damp.

 "Hmm," you hummed your response, your body already deciding to give in to him. His hand moved the tie of your belt where you felt him fiddling with the fabric there before he undid the knot. "How about we call it a tie?"

 His eyebrows raised at your words and you could tell he was intrigued, but he didn't know if he should proceed or not. "If that means we both win, I'm all for that." You took that last step, so that you were fully between his spread legs on the barstool that he occupied, before leaning down and covering your mouth with his. He abandoned his drink so that his hand could sneak inside your robe and caress the silk chemise you wore. Your tongues tangled with each other as the kiss grew hot and heavy. Tom clearly knew how to kiss, as your brain started to get fuzzy and lose all train of thought. The cue stick landed on the marble floor with a thud and then you heard it roll away as it dropped out of your hands so that you could thread your hands threw his hair. Tom stood then, walking you both backward until you bumped against the pool table. His hands that had been on your hips moments ago, now trailed up your sides to your shoulders where he pushed the sleeves of the robe off and it fell to the ground. Breaking the kiss, his mouth traveled southward, down your neck to your collarbone, where he sucked tenderly at the skin there. Your head fell back giving him great access, as you moaned out in pleasure. This is exactly what you wanted and needed, to feel someone's lips against your skin. Why you'd denied yourself this pleasure over the last couple days you didn't know.

 The strap of your left chemise fell off, exposing your breast yet still covering the nipple. Tom's hand came up to cup it then, his lips ghosting ever so softly, till he revealed the peak and then took it inside his mouth. He tweaked and nibbled there, then lifted you up on the table, scrunching your chemise up at the same time. He tugged you close to the edge, spreading your legs before dropping down to his knees. "No panties?" He questioned and you simply shrugged. It wasn't like you expected him to come knocking at your door or anyone for that matter. It was just a preference you had when you slept. He licked between your folds then, tasting your essence before slipping a finger inside you. You wanted more of his tongue for that one little lick just wasn't enough but he didn't give it to you. Instead, his finger worked in and out of you. It was nice but it would never be enough to get you off.

 When he added a second you moaned your approval hoping for more, but still, it was lackluster. He kissed your inner thigh, your stomach, everywhere but your clit, which was seeking attention. "More," you urged and he took that as a cue to thrust his fingers in and out of you faster. It wasn't enough yet you could see the eagerness in his eyes. How could someone so skilled with kissing not use those lips to pleasure your pussy. Skating your hand down your body, you found your clit and started to rub, but he nudged your fingers aside. You whimpered and he took that as a good sign as his fingers started to slow. The man obviously wasn't used to taking cues from women for you felt his fingers slide out of you thinking you'd cum. Short of coming out and telling him to suck on your clit, which you were pretty close to doing, you were sure you weren't going to get off. You pushed yourself up to a sitting position, backing him off at the same time. Maybe he was better with his dick then he was his mouth.

 You switched positions, him now leaning against the pool table and you kneeling in front of him. You reached up and yanked his bottoms down, setting his cock free. It was average in size and you brought it to your lips, where you dropped little kisses all around the head and shaft, before opening your mouth and sucking it inside. Tom's hands pulled your hair back so he could see you sucking on his cock. "So pretty," he murmured as you swallowed most of him in your mouth. As you took him out, you pressed your tongue along the underside of his dick. It was a move that drove him wild as the hand that was in your hair now urged you back onto his member. You hollowed out your cheeks sucking more and more of him inside, as his hips started to flex into you. He held your head still as he fucked your face. When he hit the back of your throat you gagged and coughed. This only spurred him on more as once again he was thrusting into your mouth. Your hands snuck down to squeeze his balls. It sent Tom over the edge, and you felt his hot cum hit the back of your throat. You swallowed the sticky substance down, though if given a choice you would've rather not. "That was so fuck hot," Tom said as he helped you to your feet. "Your mouth is amazing." You would've like to return the compliment but it wasn't possible. There was always hope that the sex would be better, well that was until, he said, "You wore me out, woman. I'm exhausted." Really? So, he gets to cum and you don't. Where was the fairness in that? He reached for his shorts and pulled them back on. So that was that then.

 You grabbed your robe off the floor and put it on, then walked him to the door. No reason for him to stick around when you needed to head back upstairs and get yourself off.  "Well…" you started and weren't really sure what else to say. "It's been…interesting." That was at least one way to put your evening with Tom.

 "Yeah, we'll have to do it again sometime." He said then kissed you. All you could think of was, why couldn't he have used those techniques on your pussy.

 Once the two of you broke apart, you bid him goodnight shutting the door behind. Was it bad to hope that the Capitals got knocked out in the first round? You supposed as long as you kept that thought to yourself it wasn't. By the time you dragged yourself upstairs you ended up just falling asleep, you already knew that tomorrow you were going to be having more fun with Tyler on the phone and well even though it was a vibrator, it was a lot more fun than anything you'd experienced with Tom that night.

 Morning came and you went about your normal routine.  Again, the hotel was crowded as it seemed more players from the other hotel were coming over. There was a ton of interaction between all the guys and for the most part it seemed friendly. You were just about to grab a quick bite for dinner when Logan came up and grabbed you. "There's a fight in the lobby. You've gotta come quick." With all of his false alarms recently, you were reluctant to believe him, but since you were only a room away you hurriedly followed him to the lobby. Unfortunately for you, Logan had been telling the truth as you saw fists start to fly.  

[angrypixie-sarisa]

Of Death and a Baby

Piedras Rodantes Pt. 23

Sam xMexican!Witch!fem!readerx Dean (polyamorous)

Author’s note: There’s the use of indigenous language, Nahuatl, casually but magically as well. Nahuatl is the language used by the Aztecs. It doesn’t mean they were magical, but Día de muertos was celebrated long before the Spanish conquista. Because of the focus of death in this chapter I personally think that the connection between the tradition and language is quite beautiful and I wanted to use it in a way with respect. I personally am learning Nahuatl and felt the enthusiasm of incoporating it to the story. If someone finds it offensive or has notes about it I will gladly take them and even erase the chapter if necessary.

Warnings: kinda long, swearing.

(no gifs bc my wifi sucks)

“Okay, so, are you sure he had no aura? Like, not even a spark of red? Yellow? Heck, not even blue?” Diego was sitting criss cross in front of you. You shook your head as you finished drawing on your floor.

“Nothing, and when I say nothing, believe me, it was nothing. You remember that spooky book at school? The one with the weird gray lump?”

“Wha-the weird one?”

“It reminded me so much of that.”

“Word?”

“Word. Hence this.” You signaled towards the things drawn on your floor, all surrounded by the respected color, tarot cards, crystals and herbs. Diego sighed as he helped you light up all the candles. 

“You know, if they find out about this, they’ll get mad.” He said as he placed his hands on his knees, palms hugging them lazily. 

“¿Quién?” You asked as you did the same thing. He gave you a look as if you were supposed to know who he was talking about. 

“Sam and Dean?”

“Oh, pft, who cares if they get mad? Esto es justo y necesario. Además sus sentimientos no tienen nada que ver en si hago magia o no. Screw them.” he dedicated you a proud look, before clearing his throat. “Ready?” 

“On three?”

He nodded. “One.”

“Two.”

“Three. Nihuinti, nichoca, nicnotlamati, nicmati, nic-itoa, nic-elnamiqui: ¡Maca aic nimiqui, maca aic nipolihui! Incan ahmicohua, incan ontepetihua, in ma oncan niauh: ¡maca aic nimiqui, maca aic nipolihui! Estoy ebrio, lloro, me duelo, digo, me acuerdo: ¡ojalá no muera yo, ojalá nunca perezca! Donde no se muere, donde se encumbra, allá vaya yo- Ojalá.” You both chanted in unison. The circle started to illuminate with variety of colors, though the ones that repeated the most were red, purple, orange, green and blue. You kept chanting the same words over and over until in the center of it all, you got an answer. 

Slowly, you both opened your eyes and moved your hands from your knees as you looked at the center on the circle. 

You sighed. In temporal burnt letters it was written “Tetlapopolhuiliztli. Atlenkauitl.” Which meant sorry, no time or bussy.

“Well, there’s another way.” 

“I know, but it’s the longest way of invoking death.” 

“But it’ll be worth it. You’ll have your answers.” 

You sighed while passing a hand through your hair. 

“Es la muerte. Tiene sentido que esté ocupada.”

“Ni modo.” Your phone vibrated in your backpocket. You took it out and checked it only to find a text from Lisa. She managed to convince Dean to get on board with the gun lesson and the knife throwing. Verga. You forgot about it or rather you were utterly convinced that he wouldn’t give in that you decided to focus all your energy and thoughts to summoning Death. But well, she was busy and now you were stuck multitasking. 

“It’s not fair. I wanted to learn how to throw it.”

“I know champ. But for now your mom gets this privilege.” You caressed his hair slightly. Though Lisa didn’t feel it like a privilege. She would rather not have to know how to fire a gun and throw a knife, but her situation demanded it so here she was. 

“Okay, once you master the movement of your throwing hand and you don’t fear to hit your foot instead of the wood your standing on-” 

She looked at you with a mock on her eyes at your teasing. 

“Then you’ll move from throwing at the floor to throwing at a wall. For now, stick to the other method, the precautions and keep practising. Salt in the windows and doors, the whole shebang.” 

She nodded as she and Ben helped you get the set up you brought for her practicing. Next thing you were at the door, already saying your goodbyes and as you walked a block away your phone vibrated again. Since you wanted to summon her, you kept thinking everything could be a signal that death actually made some time to pay you a quick visit. But sending a text wasn’t her style and when you saw your screen it was Dean’s name that appear. It was a text, however, you didn’t get the chance to read as a call came to replace it. 

“Hey. I was just with Lisa and Ben, made sure the house’s properly safe and all. What’s-”

“Y/N, we need your help.” He sounded desperate, his voice was rushed and it sounded as if it came from different places, kind of like up and down, for some reason. 

“Wha-Why? With what?” Just after you asked your ears were filled with the sound of whales, very noisy and demanding whales with a tiny sob here and there. 

“Is that a baby?!” 

“Yeah! I told you we need you! Quick, I don’t know for how much longer we can handle this!” 

“Okay, but-”

“Perfect. See you here.” And then he hung up.

+++++

There was a knock on the other side of the door, a very loud knock. "No, no please don't…" Dean muttered as he heard the baby starting to cry again. Sam passed a frustrated hand over his face as he saw his brother open the door only to be met by another catastrophe. Your eyes were flames and he could swear you could kill anybody with that glare. 

"What. The. Hell? At least if you ask me to come over give me the fucking place where you're at! I had to open five different doors to come here! There's a Swedish family you owe an apology to!" You practically helped yourself in. Taking deep breaths to calm yourself as you walk through all the room. Your eyes landed on the whaling baby. "Hi. I'm sorry, did I scare you, darling?" You went to pick him up and to the brothers surprise the baby lifted his arms at you. "Yeah, come here buddy. Hi! Are these evil men not attending to your needs? They're pretty awful aren't they?" 

"Excuse me?" Dean glared at you and the baby as he settled his head on your chest, on top of your heart. You passed a soothing hand through his back and rocked him gently. 

"Sorry I woke you up. They were awful to me as well." You whispered to him.

"Oh, come on!" Dean, once again, complained.

"That's a lie." You heard Sam say at the table.

"Don't believe them. They would say anything to save their necks. A bet they don't even hold you. Tsk. Muy mal." With every word you felt him relax and you looked down to confirm that his eyes were droopy. 

"Hey, about your spanish." Started the older Winchester and measured his words as he was met up by a murderous gaze. 

"What about my Spanish?"

"I'm tired of wondering whatever you're saying all the time. Could you just cast that spell that Diego did for Tyler?" 

"Me too." 

You turned to look at Sam and you couldn't see anything other than mere curiosity. You rolled your eyes as you whispered the spell and a light orange smoke appeared at your feet before dispersing quickly, as though something scared it. 

"Did it-did it work?"

"Pues claro que funcionó. ¿Verdad que sí mi niño?" And as you spoke words started appearing as if they were watching a movie with subtitles. 

"Wow! That's awesome! Say something more." 

You thought for a while as if suddenly you didn't know any Spanish. Funny enough, the next words you spoke weren't Spanish. 

"Ma cochi, pitentzin. Maconexteca pitelontzin. Ma cochi cochi noxocoyotl. Maconexteca noxocoyotzin. Maconexteca pitelontzin. Ma cochi cochi pitelontzin. Maconexteca noxocoyotzin. Maconexteca pitelontzin. Ma cochi cochi pitentzin." But it worked, the spell translated the Nahuatl words, the song to them. But of course, the sound of it wasn't familiar to the brothers. 

The baby in your arms cooed lazily at the sound of the song. Instead of bothering to answer the brother's questions you kept singing to the babe until he fell asleep. Only then did you stop singing and placed him in the crib. 

"What was that?" Sam asked. He had stood up from his place on the table to lean nearby on a wall. 

"Nahuatl." You said nonchalantly. But of course that wasn't a satisfying answer. 

"I studied Nahuatl so it makes sense that I know how to speak the language." You looked at their dumbfounded faces and sighed. 

"Do you need a quick class of Mexico's history?" Seeming that there was no response you continued. "As in the United States, México was also populated by indigenous cultures. The dominant, and I'm not proud about this, culture was the Aztec/Mexica. They dominated great part of the country so it's the most spoken indigenous language, although there's still a small number of people that speak it. I personally fell in love with it and so wanted to learn it and did." You shrugged when no response came from them. "What can I say? I'm a woman of many surprises." 

“I see that.” Sam said, patting your head gently as he went to head outside. 

“Where are you going? I hope you didn’t just drag me around here to babysit.”

“I just have to cover something I missed. Brb.” He winked at you before disappearing behind the shut door. 

You sighed and passed a hand through your hair, then turned to look at Dean, who was resting in one of the beds. “Well at least you’re here to keep me company.” 

You sat beside him, looking at the wooden bars of the crib whilst biting your lip, deep in thought. He never used to pat your head, he only did it once before you told him to stop because you felt like a dog. 

You felt heavy fingers tapping at your back lazily. You turned around to face the tired look on his face. “What ‘cha thinking?” 

You released your lip and turned your attention back to the crib.

“Nothing.” It would’ve convinced him if it wasn’t for the fact  that your voice sounded low and dark, causing him to sat up. 

“That’s the worst lie you’ve ever told.” When you didn’t answer, he pressed. “Is it Sam?” 

At that he caught your attention, seeing as your head quickly spun around to face him with a puzzled look painted in it. 

“You feel it too?”

“Feel what?” He thought the distance between you and his brother was bothering you and he didn’t know why it was there in the first place. You two should be like newly weds or something, after all, you were reunited again. 

“Nothing, nothing.” You panicked and closed your mouth before you could say something else. 

“Y/N.” He warned. Well now he needed answers. He wanted to know what was happening. 

“Dean, you don’t wanna know, okay?”

“Except I do, you’ve just called me Dean.” 

Finally, you met him in the eye again. “What?”

“You only call me Dean when you’re serious.”

“That’s not true.”

“Mhm, sure.”

You laid back on your forearms, still looking forward. “Don’t know what you talkin’ ‘bout win- I mean, De-”

“See, I told you!” He slapped your thigh playfully as he chuckled, earning a few silent laughs from you. 

“Okay, alright, you’re right. I do call you Winchester frequently.” His hand wrapped above your knee and squeezed gently. He gave you some time in silence before he planned to press again. He didn’t want to give the impression that he wouldn’t ask again but also he didn’t want to annoy you with his insistence. 

“What is it? What about Sam?”

You groaned. “You never give up, do you?”

He shrugged as his thumb made tiny circles on your jean wrapped knee. 

You sighed. “Fine. Si te vas a poner en ese plan, pues ya que.” You huffed as you sat up again. 

He smiled softly. “ I love this spell.”

“Yeah, except now I can’t talk shit with you in the room anymore.” 

He bumped his shoulder with yours. “Don’t change the subject.”

“Wha- you were the one who did.”

“Y/N.”

“Ay, sí, ya sé.” You rolled your eyes, took a deep breath and let go. “Do you think Sam is… You know, our Sammy?” There was a pause as his hand stopped moving abruptly. You started playing with one of your beaded bracelets nervously as you waited for his answer. “What do you mean?”

You sighed before answer. “He’s not Sammy, Dean. He’s… Different and not in a good way.”

“What- How is he different?”

“Well he doesn't fight with you.”

“Oh, so you prefer it that we fight?”

“No, i don’t mean it like that. I mean it’s not natural. You guys fight and now he rises from the depths of hell and suddenly your brotherhood is just paradise?”

“How do you even know that we fight normally?”

“He told me before going back to hunting, before going to hell. Dean he’s not Sam. There’s something wrong with him, he-he has no aura. He’s way to poised and calm all the time. He patted my head.” You started listing all the things, carefully toning down your voice so you wouldn’t wake up the baby again. 

“Wow, what? Your basing all this on him patting your head?”

“It’s not just that, didn’t you hear what I said? He had literally no AURA. And him patting my head? I asked him not to once and he never did it again through the time we were together.”

“So he’s awkward, he’s remembering how it was having you around it doesn’t mean anything.”

“Well, how do you explain the aura then?” You crossed your arms. 

At that, he remained silent, clenching his jaw as he thought. “Maybe you’re still tired, from the djinn thing.”

You took a deep breath and clenched your fists. You knew he wouldn’t understand.

“Just forget I told you this.”

“No, Y/N, I-” But whatever he was about to say got muffled by the sound of something splattering, followed by baby cries. You both looked up to see skin and blood on the wall. 

You both hurried to aid him, you beating Dean to it as he answered a call from Sam. 

“Dean.” You called as you picked the baby covered in green goo. He hanged up the phone and took the baby from you. But neither of you knew what to do except for panicking and do a funny dance where you stood. 

“Shapeshifter.” 

“I know.”

“The baby, he’s…”

“I know.” 

“What do we do, Y/N?!” 

“Um, okay, well…” You stammered. “No need panicking.” But what could you do? Was there anything to do, really? All you could do was take care of him until you could figure out something better. “Um, we- we can’t have a dirty baby. Let’s clean him and for once stop him from crying.” 

The Winchester nodded rapidly. “Yeah, yeah that sounds like a plan.” He took the baby to the bathroom, living you staring at the mess left behind. 

“I guess I’ll deal with this.”

+++

You finally got everything clean except that the baby kept crying. You tried cooing at him and playing with him but nothing worked. It would’ve been easier if you had a baby toy but, the brothers didn’t buy any. 

“Y/N, come on. You were supposed to be the baby whisperer.”

“Oye! Just because I’m a woman it doesn’t mean I’m the baby whisperer.” 

Then, there were knocks on the door before a voice came through. “Manager. Everything okay in there?” You frowned as you both shared a look before glaring at the door. 

“Yeah, no, we’re fine. Thank you. Good night.”

“There’s been complaints. Mind opening the door, sir?”

“Ay, pinche wey, pues que le valga a la verga.” You whispered. The older Winchester pressed a hand on your mouth despite your complaints. “You cannot curse in front of a baby.” He scolded. 

You shrugged his hand away. “Oh, grow up, everybody does.”

“Sir?”

“Uh, it’s not a good time. J-Just got out of the shower.” 

The doorknob started moving impatiently. You shared a look with the hunter. In your eyes he found an ice cold blue that wasn’t supposed to be there. He saw you move to hide on one side of the door, leaving the baby to him as he placed the him in the crib, before mimicking your actions. 

The door opened up to reveal a police man with a knife. Manager, mis huevos. Dean heard your voice in his head, not affording to look at the translation.  The intruder just needed to advance a couple of steps before he grabbed his arm and you got the knife out his hand. 

Struggling, the man pushed you two away from him, making the stupidest thing and pushing you two in between the baby and him.

“Get the hell out of the way.”

“No that’s not gonna happen.”

“A child should be with his father.” 

“Prove he’s your son, then we’ll consider it.” You said. 

“I’m not just talking about me, I’m talking about our father.” 

You masked your confusion well enough but the hunter looked as if he took the bait. You mentally facepalmed.  And as the guy went to make his move you quickly dodged his kick before you kneeled and kicked his other leg. 

“Y/N, look out!” 

He grabbed you by your hair and pulled. But just as sudden as it was it stopped. Dean had jumped into action and wrestled with the man. 

“The knife!” 

You felt it beneath you and you grabbed it as you went and pressed it on the shapeshifter’s throat. He groaned, placing his hands around the hunter’s throat. 

“Try me, I’ll choke him before you could slice my throat.”

“You talk to much.” As you went to move your hand he slammed his head with yours, freeing himself from your threat. 

You placed a hand on your forehead and saw him towering over you. But before he could do anything else a gunshot was heard and his body met the floor with a thump. 

“Well, there goes our deposit.” You heard Dean say towards the door. You needn’t see it to know that it was Sam.

+++

You were driving to meet up with Samuel and the cousins. The boys had discussed about the events and Sam had suggested to go to Samuel. You weren't happy about it, your gut kept telling you that something was wrong. Still, there you were, sitting at the back of the car, keeping an eye on the sleeping baby. 

You looked out your window, not really knowing where to look at, but you certainly didn’t want to face forw, when something caught your eye. As if the world had slowed down, you perfectly saw a lost soul watching dumbfounded at the cars as if they didn't know how they got into the road. 

Your fingertips started tingling and you glanced down at them to find them colored a coal black tone. 

Verga. You glanced around shoving everything trying to find anything that could help you; there had to be something you could use to hide them. 

"Hey, what's up?" Dean asked watching you through the rear mirror. 

"Uh. Sammy…" you cleared your throat. "Sam, do you happen to have the other day's gloves?" 

"Uh, I think so. I think there somewhere back there." 

You sighed and mumbled a thank you. You were sure to move carefully, trying not to flash them your fingertips. 

Just as you thought you had no exit to your problem you saw crushed leather fingers beneath the baby's car chair.

"Ay Dios mío, gracias!" You quickly retrieved them, shoving your hands swiftly into the soft fabric from the inside. 

"So, what's with you and the gloves?" The older brother asked. 

"I- I well, you know, I tend to wear them when I get too overwhelmed."

"Overwhelmed, 'bout what?"

"Er, um, pues, 'bout the energy of people or a place, sometimes certain hours of the day. It depends but the feeling's rare."

While it was a true statement, it had more to do with the fact that death started surrounding you and it would only intensify once the summoning was complete. But, the fingers usually happened if the spell for summoning death worked a little too well.

+++

It was night time when you arrived and the chills down your spine intensified. There was no way you were leaving the baby’s side now. 

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. Soon all of this mess would be over. 

You held the baby close to you, careful not to crush him, and the cousins gave you weird looks about it that you decided to take care of by giving them the finger. Every time you did, Dean shook his head. 

“Oh, relax he’s asleep. He can’t see me.” 

Gwen approached you with her eyes fixed on the baby. She went to caress his head softly as she said. “Well, aren’t you the best disguise a monster ever wore?”

You looked away from her, sure that if you stared at her for too long her head would explode. Instead you locked eyes with Dean and you both rolled eyes in unison at his cousin’s words.

However, she noticed. “I’m kidding, guys. Relax.” She said before going away. 

You lifted the baby softly so he could hear your words. “Cura, cura, cura. Sana todo lo que llevas. Que tus abuelos están contigo y sus espíritus te protegen.” It was an incantation to wash away the energy of the brother’s cousin, you didn’t want it sticking around where it didn’t belong. No one heard, but they did see you and questioned you. When asked what the hell you were doing, you shrugged. 

“Que te valga madre, ¿no?” 

When you fully lifted your gaze, the Sams were already heading towards you and the older brother had already stood besides you. 

“Hey, let me see the little guy.”

“That’s alright I got it.” You said firmly. 

Samuel smiled. “What do you think I’m gonna do?”

There it was, your ice cold eyes again. “I don’t know. What do you think you’re gonna do?”

“You don’t want an answer to that question.” Dean backed you up. 

“Well, I’m curious. Who exactly do you think we are?” Christian asked from his chair. 

“Hunters.” You both answered. But that didn’t matter because his response was only directed to the one on your right side. 

“Funny. Here i thought we were family.”

“Hey, let’s not get worked up.” Sam started. 

“Yeah, let’s not.” His cousin finished before directing his attention to something else. 

“Here, Y/N, it’s fine.” He neared you and looked at you. “Let me take him. It’s okay.”

“Heh, well you’ll have to rip him off of my arms.” You didn’t move. You stood your ground because stepping back would’ve ment intimidation and you weren’t intimidated you were furious. 

“Y/N.” Sam said quietly.

“No, don’t talk that bullshit to me. What do you want him for? Hm? Tell me, give me a good reason why you want me to hand him and I will.”

The room fell silent, more than it already was. You scoffed. “What you can’t think of a good one? He’s fine, he’s healthy, he isn’t injured. You want to take a look at him? Hear your words. Look. You can do that shit with your eyes, I don’t need to hand him over for that.”

Samuel, sighed, raising a hand to scratch the back of his neck. 

He’s nervous. The older brother heard your words in his head. His back shuddered, but when he turned to look at you he saw that your attention wasn’t directed at him. He didn’t even think you actually intended to talk to him. What did you said once? You tended to think loudly. 

“What are you gonna do with him?” The attention of the good ol’ Campbell shifted from you to his grandson. 

“Raise him.”

You scoffed. “Simón, wey. Esa ni tu te la crees.” 

“Raise him?”

“You got another suggestion?” 

“But-”

“It’s dangerous out there for him.”

“What about in here? What are we gonna study him? Poke at ‘im?”

“Your mind goes right to torture, Dean. Don’t assume that for everyone.” 

“What exactly you’re tryna say?” Great, now you got two angry people. Good luck fighting us.

“Sorry, I heard what you majored in. Down in the pit.” Christian retorted.

“Ay, pinche puñetas! Que te valga madre, pinche cabron de mierda!”

“Sorry, I don’t speak mexican.” 

You gritted your teeth. “And I don’t speak bozo, yet here we are.” 

“The hell is your problem, man?”

His cousin stood up and walked directly towards you. “You’re starting to become a pain in my ass.” 

“Take it easy. They’re my family.” Sam stepped in. 

Christian took a look at you. “I’m not scared of fighting a girl.”

“Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you.” 

Dean gulped and looked at your eyes, they were no longer icy blue, they were pure red, as fire and blood. As if you could burst something into flames by just looking at it. 

“We’re done bristling up here or what? Nobody’s doing anything to him, guys. When he’s old enough we throw it to him.” Samuel spoke. “He wants to volunteer to help out, that’s fine.” 

“Could be great.” Mark added. 

“How?” You asked lowly. 

“Think of the kind of hunter he’ll grow up to be.” 

“Hm. See I didn’t see it before but now I do. Thank you for that, you’ve opened my eyes.” You said sarcastically. 

“You have to be joking! I mean, come on. You can’t Angelina Jolie a shapeshifter.”

“Why can’t you give me an inch of trust, Dean?”

“Y/N, give him the baby.” Mark commanded. 

“Uy, sí, mamón. Lo que usted ordene. Se me olvidaba que le tengo que hacer caso a cualquier pendejo que abra la boca.” 

“Maybe because you two are back from the dead and I seem to be the only one who wants to know how.”

“You’re not the only who wants to know.” Sam said softly. That took you off guard, it sounded so genuine yet only in that moment he felt honest. 

“Well, there’s too much of mystery in this family for me to get comfy.”

“Then don’t. But don’t put it on us. All we’re trying to do is invite you in. You too, young lady. You think we are some merciless hunters but we’ve been nothing but open to you. Christian, you’ve always wanted a baby, haven’t you?”

“I mean, yeah.” 

“Try to take him away from me and see what happens.”

Samuel scoffed. “What you think you can do better?”

“At raising him? Yeah, I do.”

“But didn’t you tell Sam that you didn’t want kids?” Gwen stepped in. 

“Well I changed my mind, sue me. One thing is for certain, I have a better chance. You guys are always on the run, always hopping from one town to another. You don’t have a steady income. I do. And I have a savings account with money enough to start a college fund. If you can’t say the same thing, leave the baby the fuck alone.” Your phone kept buzzing like crazy. Just a little bit more, he’s almost here. 

Everyone fell silent again. This was new to Dean. He had never seen you liked this but he always knew that you had a good way of shutting people the hell up with solid facts. 

Just when Samuel opened his mouth to respond, distant barks were heard and panic overflowed the room. 

You looked at Sam, only to find nothing but confusion. Then you turned to Dean, but he only dedicated you a panic look as well. You felt paralyzed, your body tensed and for the first time in years, you didn’t know what to do. Well, you did, but it was easier for you to think tit than to move your body. You had to blame it on the spell, it was making you slow and frightful, like an old person that had their foot more on the afterlife than on the material world

“Safe room.” Samuel said. He placed a hand on your shoulder and guided you towards a door. “It’s downstairs. The baby’s gonna be safe there, go! We got it, go!”

+++

Loud clanks and footsteps echoed in the safe room where the four of you where at. 

“Come on, Bobby John, you’ve got to be quiet.” Dean cooed at him above of you. You still didn’t feel like handing him to someone else. 

“I’m gonna go check, you guys stay here.” Sam said, but as he looked through the window his image was mirrored and the shapeshifter yanked the door of it’s hinges. He took Sam by the collar, blocking his attack and threw him out of the room, knocking him out. He spotted you and began to walk towards your direction, getting rid of Dean in the process, making him blackout as well. . He then saw you and took your form. 

“Give me the baby.” 

“Took you long enough.” You whispered before handing them the babe. The shapeshifter gave you a thankful look as they carried the baby in his arms. They took a deep breath as they relaxed knowing that his keen was finally with them.  

“Thank you for calling us. And trusting us, Y/N. Thank you for taking care of him, we are in debt with you. It did making the tracking easier”

“There’s no need for that.” You sighed. “I’m only glad he’s safe. I was the only one who thought he was better with his kind.”

Your mirrored self gave you one last nod before walking away. Just as they were about to round the corner, they turned to you. 

“But you didn’t trust one of us before. What changed?” 

“Like I told him. All I needed was proof that he was the father. Now it doesn’t matter anymore. He has no one close to him left. I’m sorry for all the trouble, it wasn’t supposed to go like this.” 

They shrugged and as they walked away they said: “Make sure to make your injuries believable.” 

Yeah. You thought and sighed. That was going to hurt.

The rest of it went like you expected, lots of clean up and confusion. Dean asked about the shapeshifter alpha (which was the one tracking the baby) and his grandparent and Sam answered patiently. 

Now you where at the walk to the car, tending to your black eye, that you funnily gave yourself, while the brothers talked. 

“You know what’s funny.”

“What?”

“Back there, the fight in the motel. That guy said that they had to be with their father. So maybe, he was talking about the alpha.”

“Uh, I guess so.” Sam said nonchalantly. 

“So you heard that?” 

“I don’t know, it was kind of a hot moment? Why?” He looked at his brother and then at you, but whatever he was searching for he didn’t find it.

“Because if you did know the alpha was out there and you knew they were looking for the baby, then that means you took the baby as bait.”

Sam fell silent but looked at his brother as he waited for the question. “So did you?”

“Did I what?”

“Took the baby as bait?”

“Of course not, Dean. I honestly thought Samuel was the best shot we got.”

The older Winchester looked at you for backup and his brother mimicked his action. 

“Ah no, a mí ni me miren, yo tengo mis propios problemas ahorita.” You pointed at your black eye and thankfully that made them take their eyes off of you. And the rest of the ride was silent as a tomb.

+++

When you got back to your house, a tiny shadow was waiting for you, meowing. 

You sighed, relieved. “Schrödinger, hola gato guapo.”

“You have a message. It’s on the altar.” He walked you towards your coffee table, where you had mantled death’s altar. In the center, on top of the tarot death card, there was an envelope with a black wax seal, death’s seal. 

You sighed. “Always so fancy and proper, huesuda.” You opened the enveloped and unfolded the letter that was inside. It was a personal letter to basically tell you to be patient, she had a lot of work but as soon as she felt a space between her schedule she would gladly have a cup of coffee with you. 

“Great. I’ll have to make café de olla de aquí hasta que aparezca.” You clicked your tongue.

“At least she communicated with you.” Schrödinger said as he rubbed his body against your leg. You smiled and picked him up. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”

+++

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His Heart’s Desire (the beginnings of a Good Omens/Stardust crossover)

WARNING: This is unfinished and will probably remain unfinished. It was only meant to be a short crossover synopsis like always but it got away from me, then it made me fight for every last word for about a week until I could get it to the point where I felt I could leave it.

The idea popped into my head while scrolling through Ao3 and seeing the tag “angels used to be stars”.

Also posted on Ao3.

There was once a young man who wished to gain his Heart’s Desire.

And while that is, as beginnings go, not entirely novel (for every tale about every young man there ever was or will be could start in a similar manner) there was much about this young man and what happened to him that was unusual, although even he never knew the whole of it. - Stardust, Neil Gaiman

Ezra Fell, for all the gentlemanly qualities he possessed, had always been treated as something of an outcast by the townsfolk of Tadfield. For all he was kind, and well-read, and taught the children of the village their letters with such patience and enthusiasm, they could never forget what he was: a foundling from beyond the ancient stone wall that marked the eastern border of the village, the ancient stone wall that protected them from all manner of strange and terrible creatures that surely dwelled in the forests beyond. Not that they ever mentioned it. No well-bred person spoke of such unbecoming things, but they always managed to say a lot without speaking when it came to Ezra Fell.

Their poor treatment of him had only gotten worse after the death of the local vicar, the only father figure Ezra had ever known, culminating in R.P. Tyler, his snobbish landlord, drastically increasing the rent on Ezra’s beloved childhood home-turned-library in an effort to force him out. Ezra had worried over the notice for the better part of the day before getting up the nerve to confront his landlord as he and his yappy little terror of a terrier made their way home from the only pub in the village. It was a personal attack Ezra had tried to argue as delicately as possible, tugging nervously at the hem of his brown hand-me-down waistcoat - after all he’d never raised the rent as much as a penny for as long as the old vicar had been alive. When that failed Ezra practically begged his landlord to consider some sort of arrangement which would allow Ezra to purchase his home from him. Tyler was never going to sell, and told Ezra as much, but then a flash of fiery golden light shot across the night sky catching their attention and a cruel thought began to take shape.

“The only way I’d sell to a man of your background, Mr Fell, is if you brought me back that fallen star,” he most assuredly did not slur.

“The star?”

“Aye. You present that star to me by weeks end and I’ll gladly hand over the keys to you. But if you don’t, and if you’re so much as a day late with your rent, I’ll toss you and that absurd collection of tinder you call a library into the gutter.”

An idea once planted is a hard thing to kill, and as R.P. Tyler stumbled home Ezra’s gaze turned eastwards, trying to recall the path of the fallen star and wondering just how deep into the forest beyond the wall it had landed.

Several minutes earlier in the kingdom of Etherium, many leagues beyond the wall, in the largest bedchamber in the highest tower of the Palace of Light a queen lay dying. She is surrounded by her remaining children. There had been eight of them once but one by one they had perished – accidents, she was told – until only four remained; Michael, Uriel, Sandalphon, and…

“Aziraphale?” she called, her eyes struggling with the dwindling light.

“No, mother. It’s Gabriel,” the youngest of her remaining children huffed impatiently. “Aziraphale died as a babe. Raphael lost him in the forest when his camp was attacked by bandits. Remember?”

“And poor Raphael took an arrow through his righteous heart,” Michael feigned a sigh.

“Such a shame,” Uriel added, herself an excellent shot with a bow.

“Little Aziraphale was claimed by wolves, one can only assume,” Sandalphon grinned.

The queen feels the loss of her other children keenly and laments that she must leave her throne to such ill-suited heirs. Unable to choose one over the other, for they are no good choices, she gathers the last of her strength and walks to the window, looking out over her kingdom for the final time. She pours the last of her light into the pendant that had hung about her neck; a translucent crystal on a gold chain. It glows brightly for but a moment then turns cold and opaque as the queen hurls it into the night sky. It seems to hit something at its apex before careening back to earth. Her children watch on curiously, wondering if the old girl had finally lost all her marbles. She turns to face them, her skin now ashen making her look every one of her considerable years, and addresses her children.

“Whoever of royal blood can return the Light to the palace shall claim the throne of Etherium.”

Her children step over her cold body, shoving each other out of the way to get a better look at the pendants final resting place. Sandalphon accidentally falls out the window in his eagerness, or so the official report will say, and his three remaining siblings do not so much as even glance at his mangled corpse at the foot of the tower as they take their leave of their ancestral home to hunt down the pendant.

Hidden in the darkest depths of the darkest forest, someone else sees the star fall, and to them a fallen star means far more than a home or a throne. To them, a being who was old when the foundation stones of the Palace of Light were still hot and gooey, a fallen star is a means to restore her and her siblings to health and vitality and power beyond imagining. She hobbles back inside to share the joyous news with her siblings.

“A star has fallen!”

Her voice echoes through their cavernous and cluttered home but she gets no reply. She rushes about the place with a sense of urgency and a hunger she hasn’t felt in centuries. She retrieves a prized metal box from its hiding place, clicking her tongue in irritation at the three sets of bindings - one red, one black, one white - and seeks out her siblings. She finds them slumped together on a fetid sofa in what could be assumed to be the sitting room.

“A star has fallen!” she almost weeps with happiness. “One of us must seek it out.”

Her siblings rouse then, slowly. Her brother is dark and frail, and every bit of exposed skin puts his bones on display. He smiles the sharp smile of a predator, his mouth already watering. Their sibling is pale and weak, every movement disturbing the thick layers of dust that have accumulated on their hair and clothes, and when they speak the air becomes more putrid.

“A star? It has been so long,” they sigh.

“So hungry,” their brother echoes.

She shoves the metal box onto their laps and presses their hands to the knots of their respective bindings. A small spark of magic from each of and the bindings undo themselves.

“I will bring it back for us,” she declares as she pulls the box back towards herself.

Her siblings are too tired to fight her for the right, and though relieved she despises them for their weakness; they once fought all out wars to decide petty arguments, but that was so long ago now. She reaches into the box, her fingers tingling as they wrap around a glimmering scrap of the last star they found. She drops it into her mouth and almost faints in sheer ecstasy. As the power courses through her she stumbles drunkenly about the room and until she spies the silhouette of a large gilded mirror. She rips away the cloth that covers it and promptly does the same with her brittle once-red wig and the rags that covered her thin frame. She watches her reflection in awe, never tiring of the transformation, finding it just as magical as it had been the last time over four hundred years before. Her skin becomes radiant and smooth, her hair regrows cascading down past her shoulders like rivers of blood, her body fills out and she feels strong again for the first time in an age.

She runs – runs! – to their shared bedroom and digs out her favourite outfit and armour, preserved with care at the bottom of a solid oak chest. She dresses with haste but savours the feel of the blood-tanned leather on her skin, the weight of the armour, the familiarity of the sword at her hip. Her siblings have found the energy to leave the sitting room and are waiting for her by the front door. Their eyes rove over her restored form with unabashed hunger and envy, and it’s almost as heady as the star’s light coursing through her veins.

“The star lies 1000 miles to the north,” her brother tells her, handing her a leather pouch of runes stones carved from the bones of his first kill. “You must make haste for others seek it out.”

“Bring it back so we may all be young again, sister,” their sibling begs her, handing over a blade of darkest obsidian.

She takes their gifts reverently and secures them to her person. “I will find the star and cut out its heart,” she swears. “And when we are all of us restored to our full power the world will know fear once more.”

When we return to the other side of the wall, where magic and murder are not so commonplace, we will find Ezra Fells rather impulsively packing for a journey that will surely be more perilous than taking a carriage to Ipswich, or even all the way to London. Both of which he’s done precisely once.

He was second guessing himself for the hundredth time in less than an hour when there was a sharp rapping at his front door. As he went to answer it he tried not to think about how it may not be his front door for much longer.

“Anathema, my dear. What are you doing here so late?” he asked of his one and only friend, ushering her inside.

Anathema Device was considered something of an outcast herself and would tell anyone who asked (not that they dared) that she was a witch. She lived on the outskirts of town in a small cottage that had been in her family for generations and her oddness was tolerated by the townsfolk more so than Ezra’s for this very fact: there had always been a witch in Jasmine Cottage. It was downright traditional, and as long as Anathema kept curing their ailments without gossiping about them to their neighbours, and brewing her grandmother’s particularly potent spiced cider at Christmas, the townsfolk let her be.

“It’s Agnes,” Anathema groused, as though that explained anything. The woman had been dead and buried fifteen years now. “She left me something in her will with strict instructions on when to deliver it to you.”

“That time is now, I take it?”

“Right…” Anathema paused until the grandfather clock in the sitting room struck 10. “Now.”

She pulled a small parcel wrapped in waxed paper from her pocket and passed it over to Ezra. He took it gingerly wondering what on earth could be so important that Agnes would put such a plan in place. She had always claimed to have been able to see the future and doled out predictions to any who would listen. Ezra had been respectful of her claims, even helping her get a book of her prophecies published, but had never truly believed her because for all the years Ezra had known her she had never once offered him advice on his own future. At least not until this night.

At Anathema’s urging he took a seat and began to unwrap the small parcel only to find a smaller parcel inside of it with letter in between the layers.

“It’s from Agnes,” Ezra remarked before reading her missive aloud.

Dear Mr Fell,

I must get right to the pointe, for time is of the essensse: it was I who first found thee as a babe, crying in the night by the broken section of the Wall. I Saw thou were in need and sought thee out. I Saw who would love thou best in this smallminded village and left thee on the doorstep of the church for deare Reverend Andrews to find.

In the basket with thee was the enclosed parcel. I Saw that thou would be in need of it this night after thou talk with that bunch-backed toad, Tyeler, and Anathema and I have kept it safe for thee alle these yeares.

And though I’m sure thou would rather I just tell thee what to do to keep thy home, truste me when I tell thee that it will alle work out in the end, and that halfe the joye is in the journey. Now, be a dear and put on the kettle before thou opens the next parcel. Thou won’t get to drink it but the routine should steady thy nerves.

Sincerelee,

Agnes Nutter, Witch.

P.S. You tell R P Tielerr from me that if he keeps harassing thou or that poor Young boy his precious apple trees will never fruit again! Theyr going to be struck downe with a fungus come Spring regardless, but it would be a great lark if he thought I was haunting him from beyond the grave.

 “What did you talk to Tyler about?” Anathema asked after allowing Ezra a moment to digest the truths Agnes had laid out in her letter.

“Hmm?”

“R.P. Tyler. Agnes said you talked to him.”

“Oh, yes. He increased my rent – almost doubled it, in point of fact. I had been trying to reason with him, or perhaps strike a deal that would allow me to purchase my home from him.”

“Let me guess: he wasn’t interested.”

“No, he seems quite eager to see me destitute,” Ezra lamented. “But while we were talking we saw a shooting star land beyond the wall and he said that the only way he was going to sell to me was if I could bring him that star.”

“What rot,” Anathema spat. “Ezra, please don’t tell me you’re even entertaining such nonsense; he wasn’t being sincere.”

“Of that I had no doubt,” Ezra huffed. “But surely some man of science somewhere would have interest in a rock fallen from the heavens? I could sell it, and if I can’t buy my childhood home from Tyler perhaps I could buy another. Somewhere as far away as London, or even Paris. Some place where no one whispers about what I am.”

“What you are,” Anathema recited patiently, “is my friend. And I want to see you happy, I do, but not by putting your life at risk. No one travels beyond the wall outside Market Day. Not even Agnes.” She waited another moment for her words to sink in before gently prodding him. “Do you want me to stay, for when you open that one?”

Ezra broke himself out of his muddled thoughts to offer her a small smile. “I think I’d like a moment to myself, dear.”

“Of course. But I’ll be back first thing tomorrow with a warm loaf of bread to break our fast, and we can talk about that,” she said, gesturing at the unopened parcel. “And find you somewhere else to live that isn’t under R. P. Tyler’s thumb,” she added as though he didn’t play landlord to half the village.

Alone in his home-for-the-moment, Ezra read Agnes’ letter once more for good measure before following her instructions and putting on the kettle.

A few minutes later, with warm but still trembling hands, he unwrapped the second parcel. Inside was a solitary white candle peppered with gold flecks and another letter. From the moment his eyes caught the first sentence they began to tear up…

 My dearest brother,

Leaving you here is the hardest thing I have ever had to do, and though you and mother may never forgive me for my actions, please believe me when I say it is for the best. It is not safe for you here. Every day our siblings jealously of your light and the attention mother gives you grows. They will do anything to gain her favour, even eliminate the competition, and I cannot hope to both protect myself and be there to stop every attempt made on your own cherished life.

I realise this cannot be easy to read but it is my greatest wish that my decision has allowed you to live a life free of pain and fear and the greed that has poisoned our siblings souls. I hope you have found a home and a family who loves you like you deserve, but selfishly it is my deepest wish that we may meet again once you are a man capable of defending yourself. To that end I have enclosed a gift.

The fastest way to travel is by candlelight. To use it, think of me and only me.

All my love,

Raphael

It took Ezra several moments to get past the realisation that he had a brother, and a mother, and an unknown number of fratricidal siblings, to acknowledge the gift mentioned. The candle must be magical in origin, he reasoned, and thus it would make sense to wait for Anathema’s return to study it further… but if it meant finding a way to return to his brother’s side – his brother! - who was no doubt beyond the wall that she would still be hesitant to let him take such a risk. He fidgeted with the candle while his tea grew cold, all the while turning words like “brother” and “mother” and “home” over in his mind.

How does it work, he wondered. The fastest way to travel is by candlelight, his brother’s letter had said, so Ezra had to assume that one had to light it, thus creating candle light, and… just think of his desired destination. Simple enough really, he mused, gathering up his half-packed leather satchel (a gift from the late vicar), adding some rations (half a block of cheese, the last of his bread, a few apples, and a canteen of water) just in case, and seeking out a match before he realised what he was doing.

He should probably leave a note for Anathema for she was sure to be cross with him in the morning when she found him gone. But perhaps, if the magic candle worked as he imagined it would, she need never know. Perhaps the candle would take him straight to his brother and perhaps there was enough magic within it to allow a return trip?

“Perhaps, perhaps…” Ezra muttered anxiously. He quickly found a pencil and wrote “Anathema – Back soon – Regards, Ezra” in his patently elegant script on the brown paper wrapping, then pulled the long strap of his satchel over his head, fussing with it until he was comfortable. With a deep breath he lit the match and took up the candle in his other hand. He counted to three and with a trembling hand brought the flame to the wick.

“Home,” he implored the universe.

A roar like a wildest thunderstorm assaulted his ears as the world rushed by in a dizzying blur and just when Ezra thought he might be sick it all stopped rather suddenly and Ezra found himself tumbling to the ground atop of some poor bystander.

“Oh! Oh, Raphael!” Ezra exclaimed, jumping to his shaky feet and reaching out to the man he assumed must be his brother. “I’m so… I’m so sorry. Are you all right?”

“No, I’m not! And I’m not bloody Raphael, so get off me!” hissed the body on the ground.

“You’re… You’re not my brother?”

“Do I Iook Iike I’m your brother?”

Ezra properly took stock of the man he had crashed into. He was tall and lean and wore strange robes of midnight. He was fair of face, his naturally sharp features were verging on knifelike in his irritation, with long red hair that seemed to shine without a light source, like each strand possessed within itself a flickering flame, and his eyes were an unnatural shade of yellow that burned with the ruthlessness of a midsummer sun. Ezra with his stocky frame, mousy, untidy hair, and too snug second-hand suit could not imagine a man more his opposite.

“No. Sorry. I was mistaken.” Ezra glanced nervously around the strange clearing he found himself in and seeing no one else, let alone a possible long lost brother around, turned his attentions back to the man who had still not made an attempt to get up off the ground. “Well, are you all right? Do you want some help?”

“You can help by Ieaving me alone!” the man snapped, slapping away Ezra’s outstretched hands.

“Very well then,” Ezra bristled, leaving the strange man to his misery to focus on his own problems.  "Light the candle and think of me,” he muttered staring down at the candle still in his hands that was now half its original length. “I was. I was thinking of Raphael… But then the star just popped into…” Ezra spun in a circle, his eyes growing wide with the realisation that he was not in a man-made clearing but an impact site. He turned back to the strange man. “Oh, excuse me, sir. Sorry to bother you again. This may seem strange, but have you seen a fallen star anywhere?”

“You’re funny,” the man huffed, though his glare said Ezra was anything but.

“No, really, we’re in a crater,” Ezra pressed on. “This must be where it fell.”

“Yeah, this is where it fell. Or if you want to be really specific,” the man drawled, jabbing a finger towards the night sky. “Up there is where this weird bloody necklace came out of nowhere and knocked it out of the heavens when it was minding its own business. And over there is where it Ianded,” he said, pointing towards the deepest part of the impact site. “And right here,” he growled, pointing to the ground on which he sat. “This is where it got hit by a magical flying moron!”

Ezra faltered as his brain was forced to make several adjustments rather quickly about its understanding of the universe.

“You’re the star! You’re the star? Really?” Ezra babbled, the colour draining from his face as this new reality came crashing down around him.

The star was human, or at least human shaped, and he could not sell off said star to secure his childhood home (though he was not naïve enough to think there weren’t men who would desire to buy such a creature).

The candle had not taken him to his brother, though he had initially wished it. Perhaps stray thoughts of the star had derailed the candles route, or perhaps his brother was no longer living and it was not possible for the candle to take Ezra to his side. What proof did he have either way?

And the candle only had one journey left in it – how best to use it? Should he return to Tadfield and his uncertain future, or try to go to his brother again, which was filled nothing but uncertainties, or did Ezra do what the voice in his head that sounded a great deal like the vicar said and offer the candle to the star so he could return to his home in the sky?

Ezra patted his coat pockets in an increasingly erratic pattern before sinking to the ground opposite the star. In the end it wouldn’t really matter which he chose because he had forgotten to pack a second bloody match to light the damn thing with.

“Oh, fuck.”

[crimsonbluemoon]

New Years Magic: H2O Vanoss

Okay, so here’s the thing about me; I take advantage of all I can for writing. So when @mssjynx comes and tells me about her New Years Eve debacle, I gotta capitalize on it. Really only the furby and the cuddling happened, but I had to improve. At least I let her pick the pairing. 

So without further adieu, please enjoy! 

“Craig, get off that table and put down the Furby!” Evan lifted his head from the back of the couch to watch Brock’s face shift into annoyance, then laughed when he realized what had gotten the other so upset. Mini, far too drunk to be standing on the coffee table, released a laugh comparable to a cartoon villain before smooshing the child’s toy to his chest.

“No way! I need it!”

“What could you need it for?” Nogla asked between chomps of a hot fudge sundae. It was nearly midnight, which meant everything was closed, yet Evan couldn’t remember his friend bringing ice cream into the party hours ago.

Then again, his mind supplied at the slight shift of warmth against his body, you’ve been a little distracted.

“I need it for a kiss when the ball drops.” Mini made kissy faces at the doll, which only blinked and released a chirping noise in response. Craig didn’t seem deterred, nearly falling off the table when throwing his hands out in celebration. “See? He loves me!”

“Mini, I swear- if I have to go to the hospital on New Years Eve again...” Brock’s agonized groan proved the man hadn’t forgotten two years ago, when Marcel and Scotty’s drunken idea of having Nogla surf down the deck’s steps in a recyclable bin had resulted in two fractured bones and a mild concussion.

“Babe.” The smooth Irish voice of Brian was followed by an arm around Brock’s waist, pulling him close enough to pepper the older man’s temple with a kiss before glancing up at Craig. “Lemme handle him, yeah?”

“Please,” Brock moaned, burying his face into the side of Brian’s neck. It was obvious how much responsibility Moo put on himself to make these once a year meetups with the crew special, despite all the stress it gave him and his homeowner’s insurance. Evan watched as Brian grinned at the affection now being nuzzled into his collarbone before glancing back up to the swaying Mini and snap his fingers.

“Alright, ye sloshed focker, stop trying to be a furry and get down here. Tyler just showed up.” The statement caught Craig’s attention instantly, blue eyes drunk with excitement and hope at the words.

“He made it?” Evan could hear the tremble in the other’s voice, as if thinking Brian was going to yank the information away with an evil snicker. But instead, Terroriser simply nodded, pulling Brock a little closer while he spoke.

“Panda just brought him in. And ye got about seven minutes before the ball drops to get him to kiss ya.”

“Easy!” Mini’s whoop of excitement was followed by his tossing the Furby at Brock, who barely managed to catch the furry gremlin. Craig jumped off the table, stumbling into the floor for only a moment before yanking himself back to his feet. Then he was gone, darting through the large house and into the fray with the rest of the crazy members of their group.

“He’s going to get punched in the face; you know that, right?” Evan asked from his spot on the couch, earning both pair of eyes from the couple. “Tyler’s going to murder him.”

“Hey, don’t knock New Years magic before ya try it.” Brian’s meaningful glance to his side made Vanoss scoff, hating how warm his face got when Brock hid his smile against Brian’s shoulder. “Now, I’m going to go watch the ball drop, and thoroughly enjoy kissing the most beautiful man at this party.”

“Brian!” Moo’s hand wasn’t hard when it smacked the other’s chest, his scolding voice barely able to hide the love shining in his eyes when looking up at Brian. Evan felt his own heart squirm at the two, hating the nibble of want sinking into the edges of the organ.

“What? Can’t a man appreciate his boyfriend?” Then, smirking, Brian leaned forward and pressed a glancing kiss to the edge of Brock’s pouting lips. “Fine, fine; I won’t say another word about how precious you are until next year.”  

“That’s in like, six minutes,” Brock said, rolling his eyes and huffing at his snickering lover.

“Then you better enjoy it.” Brian started to walk backward, linking his hand with Moo’s to pull him along while directing his gaze back to Evan. “Ye coming?”

“Nah, I don’t wanna wake him. He had a long flight.” Evan’s human blanket acted as if he heard the reply, snuggling closer to Vanoss’s side. The action managed to warm all of his body, starting with his heart, but he clamped down on the idea when giving a wave with the arm not squished under the sleeping man’s torso. “Tell everyone I say Happy New Years.”

“You’re a good… friend, Evan.” Brock’s words were chosen carefully, but they still left an ache in Evan’s stomach that he tried to push away with a shrug.

“Enjoy watching Mini get murdered on your carpets.” He listened to the two laugh when they moved out of the room, the slow drip into silence both comforting and hard for Evan to relax into. The layout of the house meant that he could feel isolated even being at a party. Sighing into the vacant room, Evan closed his eyes, unconsciously leaning his head to the side. He barely twitched when his cheek brushed the soft hair of the man he’d been trying to forget was snuggled into him for the past hour.

The party had been in full swing, alcohol and games being tossed around between bouts of laughter. Maybe it had been convenient, since the two were sharing the loveseat during their game of Taboo. Maybe Jonathan just felt comfortable with Evan. Regardless of the reason, Delirious had made Evan his pillow, arms somehow slithering around the broader waist of Vanoss to keep him captive. The others got their teasing remarks in, but Jonathan must have been asleep, since he didn’t pull away. And Vanoss, too sidelined by how nice it felt to have Delirious snuggled into his arms, couldn’t even think about putting distance between them.

Now, without the crowd to joke about it or the noises of their friends to hide behind, Evan felt he should pull away. Scratch that, he knew he should. Because Delirious wouldn’t want to know how romantic all of this felt now. If he understood how Evan’s heart desired to have the moment be real, he would have broken the connection instantly. And as soon Jonathan opened his pretty blue eyes, the weird aura that had settled over them would be broken. The fantasy would be dissolved without hesitation. But the love that Vanoss had always done his best to keep buried down deep bubbled up without warning, and it was just too quiet to try and distract it with someone else. So instead, he let himself submerge into his feelings, enjoying the lingering minutes of closeness.

Then the sound of a phone going off startled both men, Vanoss jerking his head back before Delirious could lift his and smash into his chin.

“W-what time is it?” Seeming confused over the sound, Jonathan patted at his jeans, eyes barely blinking open while he slipped the blaring device from his pocket.

“Did you set an alarm for midnight?” Evan asked, hearing the loud cheers of the others in the other room.

“No!” Then a pause fell between them, Evan waiting for the huff of annoyance he knew would come from Delirious. “I-its for 11:58pm.”

“Why do you have alarms for midnight?”

“Why don’t you have the alarms for midnight, Owlman?!” The retort made Evan roll his eyes, but he laughed when seeing the scrunched nose Delirious presented him with after. They were still pressed together, probably too close for ‘friends’, but Vanoss didn’t want to bring it up. If this was how he got to end his year, he was okay with it. “Why aren’t you watching the ball drop?”

“Because I had a sleeping Delirious on me, and I heard you’re not supposed to wake them when they hibernate. Didn’t wanna ruin your bear nap.” The tease was light, meant to be fluffy, but the slight pink that climbed over Jonathan’s face made Evan blink in surprise.

“You missed the ball drop for me?”  

“It hasn’t dropped yet.” Evan couldn’t get to his phone at the moment, being snugly pressed into his and Delirious’s thigh for the past hour. He’d felt it vibrating throughout the night, but the risk of waking up Jonathan to retrieve it wasn’t worth it.

“But you were gonna?” Delirious pressed closer to Vanoss, who tried to keep himself from shivering at the close contact. The movement of Del’s hand on his thigh to balance himself nearly made Evan jump off the couch, but he swallowed his embarrassment to glance up at Jonathan and smile.

“It’s not a big deal, Delirious. I was gonna be the only one not kissing someone anyways. And I’d rather spend it with you. I’d rather spend every day with you… um, dude.” He added the lame nickname at the end of the sentence to try and curve the romantic implication behind his words, but he panicked when realizing the whole statement sounded too soft to be friendly. Their eyes met in the dim lighting of the room, and Vanoss felt his breath rush out of his chest the moment enlightenment shone in the other’s face. The countdown of the final seconds of the year being shouted in the other room was only a distant noise, Evan’s heart sinking deep into his stomach when realizing he’d given away words he’d kept hidden for years. Words that he wasn’t allowed to say, not to his friend who he couldn’t-

“Can I kiss you?!” The shouted sentence ripped him out of his own head, but before Vanoss could think to respond, Delirious was pushing him back on the couch, hands cupping his cheeks and mouth descending onto his own. The lips now pouring affection against his own were rough, but pleasant, and Evan couldn’t stop his body from melting back against the couch while returning the kiss. His arms flopped uselessly above his head, fingers twitching in hazy pleasure from how warm the body over his was. Delirious didn’t relent in his kiss, slotting their mouths together again after letting a gasp of a breath pass between them. Evan’s body shivered at the demanding kiss, washing away any confusion or insecurity with warm brushes of his tongue against his lip. He parted them easily, allowing Jonathan to sweep him deeper into the intimate connection. Hands fell away from his face, trailing down his neck and leaving fire in their wake when exploring the sensitive inside skin of Evan’s forearms. The new year had started, he was sure, but he couldn’t be bothered to check while having the man he’d fallen head over heels for desperately kiss him like he didn’t know how to stop.

But eventually, their lips fell apart, a pleasant buzz of soreness tingling in Vanoss’s lips when he finally glanced back up at the man hovering over him. Delirious’s eyes were wide, as if not believing what had just happened, but his hands continued to move, clumsily grabbing onto Evan’s with a grip that didn’t seem interested in letting go.

“W-what I- was that too much?” Despite the new year, Delirious’s lack of verbal grace didn’t change, and the comfort of the tripped over words made Vanoss smile despite the slight anxiety buzzing through his body.

“It was okay.”

“Okay?!” Both men jumped again when they heard the new voice, glancing across the room to see Nogla scooping another large glob of ice cream into his mouth. Stunned, Evan couldn’t get his mouth to function while he watched David swallow his dessert before waving the spoon between them. “Ye nearly ate each other’s faces off.”

“Why are you still sitting there?” Evan finally forced out, Nogla showing his confusion with a tilt of his head.

“My ice cream wasn’t done. Would’ve melted if I left!”

“So you just watched us-” Vanoss couldn’t get the words out, face flushing so much harder when realizing what he and Delirious had just done. Jonathan looked just as mortified, but neither had to speak before Nogla jumped in again.

“Course I did. I started this ship, after all.”

“Wh-wh-whadda-” Delirious couldn’t get the words out, but Nogla seemed pleased until looking down at his bowl, a scowl changing his expression.

“Aw, I’m outta ice cream. I got to get more. Congrats on the relationship, boys.” And then David was gone, leaving the two men alone in the room again. Evan glanced up slowly to Jonathan, who looked nervous when chewing on his lip. It only took him a moment to realize why, and he felt his smile softening when he squeezed the hands in his.

“I can’t believe we’ve been together a whole year.”

“W-what?” Jonathan asked, Evan shrugging despite his slight blush when glancing to the clock on the wall.

“Well you kissed me before the ball dropped, so technically we started dating last year.” He tried to seem sly when implying their new relationship, but he was nervous. Sure, the kiss felt amazing, and Delirious looked quite content laying over him, but he could never be positive his friend knew what he was doing 100% of the time.

“That was so stupid!” But the burst of laughter that came after the statement, and the lips that peppered over his face, proved that Delirious was quite happy with the idea. He felt the body vibrating against him, curled up onto his chest despite the strange angle of their arms. And even with the ache, Evan smiled, burying his lips against the crown of Delirious’s head. And he couldn’t stop the smile when he mumbled the reply against his boyfriend’s forehead.

“No, it’s New Years Magic.”

And here is the little drabble that is way longer than I meant it to be. >.> But I hope it puts a smile on your face this New Year’s Eve! Please like, reblog, and let me know what you think. Last Crim story for 2018 <3

[emilyschoi]

Emily Choi College Au

“If I have to hear another Mariah Carey song I will lose my mind,” Daniel deadpanned emotionlessly sliding two hot chocolates towards Emily and Eunmi. Eunmi hummed in agreement stirring her hot chocolate around. Emily frowned she was hoping that Daniel might have stopped hating Christmas so much this year.

“At least it’s not carolers,” Emily said optimistically, hoping some of her good cheer will rub off onto him. Daniel face scrunched up in disgust pretty much spitting out the words carolers.  

“Nah he already scared all of them away,” M spoke as he passed by. “Regular little grinch that one is,” he said, tilting his head towards Daniel who growled in response.

“They are lucky could walk out of here,” Daniel muttered. “Remind me again why I cannot kill the carolers?” He asked in a sing-song voice. 

“We will lose money”

“You look like if you got punched once you’d run away crying”

“Because it’s illegal”

“None of those seem like legitimate reasons and screw you Eunmi I could totally kill someone,” Daniel huffed sound a little too offended about someone not thinking he was a murderer.  “And I am taking my break now,” he said dragging an empty chair from a nearby table over to Emily’s table.

“Hi, Daniel why don’t you join us,” Eunmi said sarcastically with a roll of her eyes. Emily giggled as Daniel poked his tongue at her. “Really mature Choi,” Mini muttered. “How is he still employed?” she said turning to M, “Like he can’t make coffee, is rude to customers and has turned your storage room into the red light district,” she listed as Daniel let an affronted huff. 

“I am not that bad!” Daniel said in response, “At least i didn’t put mistletoe up everywhere turning the cafe into some overly cheery kissing booth,  unlike some people,” he huffed, eyes narrowed at M. Emily patted his shoulder in support. 

“Hey that was Sungjae thank you very much,” M said, “Not my fault he is looking for excuses to kiss his girlfriend,” he added putting the blame fully on his best friend. 

“Oh yeah like you don’t want to get the blonde 7 under one those sticks,” Daniel said rolling his eyes. “God if you people want to kiss someone just kiss them,” he said. M shook his head walking away. Emily pouted, silently hoping M got his girl because he was a sweetheart and deserved some love.

“You can tell he has been hanging around his frat boy too much because apparently consent isn’t a thing anymore,” Eunmi said rolling her eyes and taking a sip off her chocolate. 

“Honestly out of everyone you picked her to be your best friend, why?” Daniel said scrunching his nose up. “Her presence is annoying me so much I’d rather get back to work,” he huffed but made no move to get back to work. “Should have figured a 5 would be like that,” he said haughtily earning a nudge from Emily. 

“Don’t be rude Daniel, Mimi is easily an 8,” Emily sending finger hearts to her best friend who was pretending she was embarrassed by it but she still was smiling widely. 

“You are too nice to lesser numbers love,” Daniel said shaking his head in mock disappointment. “You shouldn’t give them too much hope,” he added. Emily rolled her eyes sometimes (all the time) Daniel could be a real asshole. 

“Oh yeah, and what is Em in your eyes,” Eunmi asked. Emily frowned not at her friend's question, she was far too used to Daniel ranking people to his personal standards so whatever number he gave her wouldn’t matter, but at the fact, Daniel’s ‘boyfriend’ had shown up and was making his way over.

“Out of 10? An 11 clearly,” Daniel said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Emily couldn’t stop the grin that broke out on her face, Daniel may be an asshole to everyone else but he was the sweetest pseudo big brother to her. 

“Who is an 11?” Tyler Lee asked making his presence known causing everyone at their table to scowl. He leaned against Daniel’s chair resting his head on Daniel’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to Daniel’s cheek. Emily's nose scrunched up, she didn’t think she would ever get used to Daniel dating someone - (if that was what he was doing, she had heard very conflicting stories.) especially someone like Tyler who in Emily’s opinion was a little too arrogant for Daniel which was a very hard level of arrogant to reach all things considered.  

“None of your business,” Daniel snapped, “And 8’s really shouldn’t eavesdrop,” he said eyes narrowing as he flicked at Tyler’s nose. 

“An 8? Hilarious, you should consider becoming a comedian babe,” Tyler said rolling his eyes, “And are you ready to go?” he asked standing up, looking at his phone and frowning. “We need to get going before the rush happens? You know how i hate it when peasants think they can walk into high-end shops,” he said. Emily and Eunmi shared a look both shaking their heads, how did a person like that actually exist.

“Go? where?” Daniel asked twisting around in his chair a confused look on his face.

“Christmas shopping,” Tyler said with a grin. Emily chocked, happy she had yet to take a sip of her chocolate because if she had she was sure it would be covering Eunmi right now. Daniel doesn’t Christmas anything, especially not shop. The only time he had from Emily’s memories is the time she begged him to take when she was 11, and for that to happen she had to use fake tears and the promise to help him prank Jessica.

Daniel starred at Tyler before breaking out into laughter. “Oh you hot deluded fool, I don’t go Christmas shopping, why would even think that?” he said mockingly turn back around. 

“Because you agreed rather enthusiastically when I asked, I have proof right here,” he said holding his phone up smirking at Daniel who once again turned around an annoyed look on his face. 

“Proof? Show me then?” Daniel said raising an eyebrow. “ Because this all seems like bullshit if you ask me, i can’t even remember you asking me to go shopping with you let alone agreeing to it,” he ranted. 

“You really want me to show you, even though there are children present,” he said gesturing to Emily and Eunmi. 

“Fucking asshole,” Eunmi muttered under her breathe. 

“Go ahead baby,” Daniel deadpanned. Emily wished he hadn’t because a few seconds the cafe was filled with the record noises of Daniel moaning. She was glad that only Daniel could see the visuals because she was pretty sure she couldn’t handle bleaching her brain and her eyes. 

“You dick,” Daniel said turning the video off and locking Tyler’s phone. “Excuse us,” he said to Emily and Eunmi as he stood up and pushed Tyler away. Emily frowned watching as they went behind the counter and into the storage closest, hearing M shout out that they couldn’t go in there it was out of order. 

“Frat boys are disgusting,” Eunmi said after a second, “ I never thought i would say this but even Daniel deserves better than that,” she said. 

“Trust me they deserve each other,” M said coming over to them. “I can’t be near that closest when they are in there, my ears can’t take anymore,” he said shaking his head. “So do you mind if i join you two, they are going to be in there a while trust me,” he said. 

“Isn’t Daniel just telling him off?” Emily asked.

“Oh you sweet girl,” M said shaking his head. “I hate that i have to do this but trust me a telling off isn’t what is happening, apparently arguing is an aphrodisiac for those two,” he said nose scrunching up. Emily's face scrunched up as well. That was gross, there were other people here.

“M would you be able to put my hot chocolate in a to-go cup because i am pretty sure i am gonna have to do a runner after this,” Emily said standing up. “I’ll put an end to this once and for all,” she said dramatically, eyes narrowed. “Or at least for today,” she added after a moment. “Excuse me,” she said stomping over to the godforsaken storage cupboard. Too absorbed in her mission she didn’t notice a group of boys walking into the cafe and sitting at a table nearby. 

Emily knocked against the door with as forcefully she could. She smirked when heard a bang followed by Tyler cursing. “Don’t stop on my behalf,” she said. “I was just letting Daniel Mimi and I are leaving,” Emily called out. 

“Okay bye love you see tomorrow,” she heard Daniel call out between pants. Emily’s nose wrinkled up in disgust. They couldn’t even stop for a second.

“Aaaand,” she drawled out. “To say you really inspired me, Daniel, thanks to your relationship I’ve decided to find a frat boy of my own to hook up with and scar poor innocent barista with, so what frat would you recommend looking at first?”  She asked sounding fat too innocently for the subject matter.

“You don’t have to look, my friend right here volunteers,” A boy called out causing Emily to spin around on the spot. Her eyes widened as she noticed her audience had grown from Eunmi, M and several seemingly uninterested customers to all of those plus a group of first-year frat pledges apparently. Her jaw dropped and her cheeks heated up, well that wasn’t what she expected. “Seriously Luc-“ a second boy stopped mid-sentence as the third boy judged him before slipping down in his chair trying to hide. Emily’s shock turned into horror when she recognised the third boy. It was Lucas aka the cute basketball boy with the nice arms she met on her tour of the campus. 

This was just her luck. Was god really cruel enough to punish her for cockblocking Daniel and Tyler?

“She isn’t looking for any boy,” Daniel sneered appearing behind significantly more dishevelled, glaring at the group. 

M who Emily assumed had who grown accustomed to dealing with Daniel when he was in this mood. Raced over handing Emily her hot chocolate. “Right here you go,”  before turning. “Don’t you have Christmas shopping to go get ready for,”  he said side-eyeing Daniel’s who face completely fell at the prospect a muttered stupid hot boyfriend escaping his lips.

M mouthed go to her while Daniel wasn’t looking and Emily didn’t waste time racing for the door Eunmi wasn’t far behind her.

“Did you grab my bag,” Emily asked looking at Eunmi who sheepishly looked to the ground as she shook her head. “Damn it, can you go in and get it?” Emily asked trying to use those puppy eyes she has heard Sungjae talk about. Any normal day she would have left it knowing Daniel would return it or M would keep it stored somewhere safe but she had a group study session and film studies essay due by the end of the day.

“No way I am not going in there now it’s overrun with frat boys, you know that isn’t good for my general health,” she said as  Emily’s eyes narrowed at her friend's silly excuse. “And seriously Em puppy eyes I am a cat person,” she added.

“I can’t go back in there,” Emily snapped. 

“Scissors, Paper, Rock it then?” Eunmi offered holding out her hand. Emily sighed holding her free hand out in agreement.

“Scissors! Paper! Rock!” They both said at the same time. Emily looked down at their hands pouting as she saw Eunmi held scissors out defeating her paper. Honestly, what had she done to deserve this?

“Good luck,” Eunmi said parting Emily on the back. 

Emily shrugged her off, turning to glare at her one last time before walking back into the coffee shop. She didn’t get past the door when she collided into someone spilling her chocolate all over them.

“Oh my god I am so sorry, I was just in a rus-“ she stopped mid-sentence seeing Lucas staring down at her. She clearly could never show her face around here again. She was suddenly so thankful she wore her down today so she could use it has a curtain to hide her face. He didn’t need to see that she was bright red or how she was trying to ignore the stinging in her eyes. Honestly, how many times could she embarrass herself in front of her crush on one day? 

“It’s okay, I was actually looking for you, Emily right?” he asked. Emily was embarrassed but not enough to stop her from speeding up when he said her name. “I think this belongs to you,” he said holding out her backpack. 

“Yes, thank y-“ she was cut off by Lucas’s friends from earlier, one was wolf-whistling while the other was singing obnoxiously singing Justin Bieber’s mistletoe. 

No no no, Emily thought as she looked up above her only to find mistletoe hanging down taunting her. The friend the was whistling now had stopped and instead was chanting kiss her, kiss her.

“Get away from my cousin if you want to live,” she heard Daniel growl from behind the boys. Oh, could this get any worse?

“Babe calm down it is just a kiss let the kids have their fun,” she heard Tyler reply back. Why was he even here and commenting didn’t have a sister’s love life he could be ruining instead of hers.

“Not everyone’s younger sibling wants to sleep with some disgusting frat boy but I know you can’t relate to that hun because Ta-“ Daniel said in a fake sweet tone.

“Don’t finish that sentence” Tyler growled. “And besides that Emily pretty much said she wanted to hook up with one so -“ Tyler trailed off.

Emily started to back away hoping Daniel and Tyler’s argument was distracting enough that no one would notice her leave.

“She was just saying that she is a virgin for fuck sakes you think any girl would want to lose their vcard to the likes of you lot,” Daniel said. 

“Oh my god why,” Emily whined as the attention fell back on her. Throwing trying to be stealth away she instead bolted away from the shop, feeling more embarrassed than she ever thought possible.

“I am still mad at you,” Emily pouted, eyes flickering from her notebook to Eunmi as she sat down across from her.

Emily had spent the last three hours hiding working in the library. Away from the majority of the world considering most people were in holiday mode. 

“I know I am sorry,” Eunmi said, “I should have gone into the cafe for you or just grabbed your backpack in the first place since I know about your misplaced crush on Lionel,” Eunmi said. Emily looked up again raising an eyebrow at her. “Fine, Lucas,” Eunmi spat out. Emily whimpered at the name a fresh wave of embarrassment washing over her. 

“If it helps I told Jessica that Daniel embarrassed you -“ Eunmi said stoping as Emily let out another whine. “Don’t worry I didn’t tell her the details but she said she will kick his ass for you or at the very least lock him out of their dorm- maybe both,” Eunmi shrugged. Emily smiled at the thought of her sister beating Daniel up, he deserved it.

“And I made you cupcakes, there are twelve of your favourites and six for Jessica and even some for Daniel,” she said placing a large Christmas gift bag in front of Emily. Peaking in the bag there was a large plastic container filled with cupcakes.

“Why would you make Daniel some?” Emily asked raising an eyebrow and closing her notebook.

“Well, his cupcakes are the ones that are particularly festive and well in an attempt to fatten him up since he deserves it,” Eunmi said with a wicked smile.

“You know he won’t eat them right? He’d probably just give to Tyler or Joshua, probably Tyler since he and Josh are no longer talking,” Emily said. “But props to you for having perhaps the most wholesome way of being evil I have ever seen,” she said causing Eunmi to grin.

“So how was the group project study session thing?” Eunmi asked causing Emily to groan again. She hated group projects with a burning passion. Why teachers thought they were a good thing was beyond her? Did they not realise how stressful they were for Em, her grade that she has worked so hard to maintain could be ruined because some idiots didn’t put any effort in. “That bad huh?” Eunmi frowned. 

“Only Marcus showed up and he is a nice guy but really” Emily trailed she was a strong believer that if you had nothing nice to then don’t say it.

“Weird? Creepy?” Eunmi offered, shaking her head at the thought of him.

“No that’s mean, he is just unique,” Emily said sheepishly.

“Which is code for hella weird,” Eunmi smirked. “So the rest of the group just didn’t show up? Did they at least give you an excuse?” she asked. Emily shook her head, they didn’t even bother to let her know they weren’t going to show up.

 It was just her day, one of those days that reminds you that the human race was inherently selfish and deeply flawed. Even the most positive people had moments of wishing that those people suffered in the worst ways. Not that she was thinking like that, no way not even when heard one of their groups had ditched them to, in  Marcus words hook up with someone. 

“Damn,” Eunmi whistled. “I can stay with you while you work on your essay if you want, a little company never hurt,” she offered. Emily smiled at her weekly, Eunmi’s company would hurt, she loved her best friend she really did but she was a chatterbox. Especially now that she wanted to make Emily feel better. Plus Emily already knew she had something planned, a party for her track team friends. 

“Mimi we both know you have plans and by the looks of it you spent the afternoon baking just to cheer me up,” Emily said a small smile on her face. “You should go to your Christmas party, I will be fine,”  she added. Eunmi frowned opening her mouth to speak but getting stopped by Emily, “Eunmi Kim i swear if you don’t go i will still Ghibli movie collection and give them to… Tyler,” she said, that was the worst person she could think of on such short notice.

“Ew, fine, not because of your threat but because i deserve a night out awkwardly watching and judging my team members,” she said. “I mean have a totally awesome fun time,” Eunmi said noticing the ways Emily’s brows furrowed.  “But you will call me if you need me right? And head home before it gets too late, i know you think the boys on campus are harmless but -” she trailed off. 

“I will,” Emily said with a mock salute. “Now leave me to finish this essay before I lose my mind,” she said. Eunmi sighed turning away from Emily walking slower than normal. Emily smiled at her, cheekily waving as Eunmi turned to check one last time.

Once Eunmi was out of the library Emily turned back to her work, she would finish this essay and hopefully get top marks for it and then spend the rest of her life hiding out in her dorm or maybe becoming a nun she hadn’t decided yet.

Lost in her work Emily didn’t realize how much time had passed until she had finished. Looking up she looked out the window to see it was already dark. She looked to her computer seeing it was around 8.30, where had the time gone. She quickly packed her things grabbing her backpack and the Christmas bag full of cupcakes and grabbing all the books she had to put away before she left and balancing them with one hand.

She walked down the library, putting back in their places.  She froze when she heard what sound like a snore, twirling around looking around the library she spotted a lone figure about three tables away from where she was. She tried not to laugh at this person who was fast asleep on the table. She was about to move on from the person until she noticed a hot chocolate stained jacket on the chair beside him.

Why him of all people? 

Emily moved carefully trying not to draw attention to herself as walked down putting books back on the shelf. Glancing back at Lucas every now and then, just to make sure he hadn’t woken up not because she thought he looked cute asleep.  

Maybe she could leave him a cupcake to say sorry for the hot chocolate. That wouldn’t hurt anyone, she had plenty of cupcakes and it was a small way to apologize without actually ever having to interact with him again. A win-win for everyone.

Emily walked over to him placing a cupcake on the table beside him. She frowned, she should probably leave a note or something just so that he knows it is an apology and not just a random cupcake appearing out of nowhere. She frowned looking around the table grabbing his pen and ripping a piece of his notebook to write her message. She wished she hadn’t packed all her things away she could have left him her message on a cute piece paper or post-it note. 

“Is that your number?” A voice asked causing Emily to jump, dropping the pen against the table with a thud. 

“What the hell?” she said clutching her chest to see Lucas watching her with his head resting against his hands, a sleepy smile on his face.

“It was an apology,” she muttered looking down, “for the hot chocolate,” she said gesturing to his jacket on the chair

“And the cupcake?” he asked reaching out. “Did you bake for me?” he asked if Emily didn’t not better he sound almost hopeful.

“Part of the apology and no my friend made them, I can’t cook,  well i can sort but only those cake mixes out of the box but she is like a baking goddess,” she rambled, flushing at the fact Lucas was still staring at her. 

“Well thank you,” he said. “I need something to help me get through this,” he said gesturing to his textbook. Emily frowned eyeing it curiously. Forensic Science and Technology. “I thought the sciences were finished for the year,” she said covering her mouth as she said it aloud. 

Lucas nodded as he devoured the cupcake only stopping quickly to throw off the wrapping. “They have but i am an idiot so I have to do this makeup assignment to stay in the class or well the university i guess,” he said after he had finished. 

“You aren’t an idiot,” Emily said softly. 

Lucas smiled brightly at that before tilting his head seemingly thinking about something. “You know my jacket cost a couple hundred dollars,” he said causing Emily to frown. 

“Wait really?” Emily said in shock, looking at the jacket with an eyebrow raised. It looked like a hoodie, just a normal hoodie. Certainly not something that cost a hundred dollars. 

“Yup and the cupcake was a good starting point but i was thinking you could help me, you are a smart right?” he said. “I mean you look intelligent,” he said as Emily looked on waiting for him to get his point. He wasn’t going to ask her to do his assignment, she knew nothing about forensic science except what she saw on Law and Order. “You have that study blog thing where you post your notes looking all pretty right?” he asked.

Emily should have left when she had the chance now she had to live with the fact her crush knows she runs a study blog. “How did you even find that out?” she asked, her name wasn’t on the account and she didn’t even use her normal email. 

“That’s for me to know,” Lucas said with a grin. “Could you help me? Like if my notes looked as good as yours, I am sure I would pass more classes,”  he said “You could tutor me!” he added excitedly.

“I mean maybe that would help but this is probably wrong of me to say and definitely none of my business but have you ever thought of maybe not being on both the football and basketball team?” she said timidly. 

“I know but i don't want to let anyone down you know?” Lucas said pouting. Emily wanted to swoon at how cute he looked. 

“I am sure you wouldn’t, they would understand,” she said softly.  Lucas shrugged not agreeing or disagreeing with her. “I guess I can help you out since I do owe you but i am not sure i will be much of a tutor,” she muttered but Lucas must have her heard her because his whole demeanour changed. 

“Really?”He said excitedly and loud enough for it to echo. 

“But can we start another time, my roommate starts to panic if i am out too late, she says she can’t trust people on this campus and -” she trailed off. This time she was embarrassing herself, why would she mention that to him?  He probably thinks she is some little girl who is afraid of the dark and can’t do anything by herself.

“She is right especially that weirdo Marcus, why were you hanging out with him anyway?” Lucas said shaking his head. Emily brows furrowed how did he? How long had he been here? She didn’t get to ask because he started packing his things. “Right just give me a second and we can go,” he said to her. 

“Go where?” she asked dumbly.

“To your dorm? I am gonna walk you home to make sure you get there safe, it's the least i can do since you agreed to help me out plus we can figure out when can meet up on the way,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“Oh you don’t have to leave because of me,” Emily said. 

“I am not well i am but i have basketball practice in -” he paused looking at his watch “Half an hour,” he said with a grin. “So the walk would be a good warm-up,” he said bouncing on the spot. 

“My dorm and the gym are on opposite sides of the campus,” Emily pointed out.  “You really don’t have to go out of your way,” she said. She would hate to be the reason he was late to practice. 

“I know i want to,” he said with a grin, “Plus if i am late it gives the other guys a chance to shine,” he laughed a cocky grin on his face. “Here,” he said handing Emily his hundred dollar hoodie. 

“Oh, do you want me to wash it?” Emily asked looking down at the hoodie.

“No it's freezing out there and your cardigan doesn’t look that warm so -,” he trailed off scratching the back of his neck. “You should keep warm,” he said. 

“You want me to wear this?” Emily squeaked. Lucas nodded in response causing Emily’s face to heat up. “Uh, i -” she started but stopped noticing the look on Lucas’s face it was different from any other look she had seen before. “Thanks?” she offered before pulling the hoodie on. 

“Perfect let's go,” Lucas said grabbing her hand, Emily froze once again. They were apparently at the stage where they could hold hands. This morning they were strangers and now they were friends? Acquaintances that held hands and shared stained hoodies. Was that a thing?

“So which is your dorm?” Lucas asked once they got outside.

“I’ll lead the way,” Emily laughed dragging him in the opposite direction of where he was headed.

[puckinghell]

Stars and Supernovae | December

Summary: As soon as you meet Tyler Seguin, you know you’re destined to be best friends. Sometimes you wonder if you’re destined to be more, but life keeps getting in the way. Perhaps it’s just not written in the stars? Note: This is Part 5. Part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

It was nearly Christmas and although there was no snow in Dallas, it was starting to get a little bit colder; cold enough for you to be freezing as you stood outside your best friend’s house, in just a hoodie, leaning against your car.

He was late. Normally, you wouldn’t care as much; you would just go inside his house and cuddle the dogs until he was ready. But it wasn’t like that, anymore. Because you didn’t know if Sabrina was in there, and she didn’t like it when you used your key.

It had gone gradually. When they first started dating, Tyler would call and text you a little less, but you still saw him often enough, as he kept your regular murder documentary nights and dog hikes, and you figured if you had to share him, you could do it. 

But then he started cancelling, sometimes. Sabrina had asked him to an event, Sabrina wanted to stay home that night, Sabrina wanted him to go with her to see friends. Whatever Sabrina wanted to do, you weren’t invited. When she was at home, she was nice to your face, but it all felt fake, and you had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from screaming. 

You knew she was actively trying to get you away from Tyler, and for the life of you you didn’t know why. You’d never tried to stop him from dating her, quite the opposite, actually, you’d always tried to include her when she was around. If she made Tyler happy, then you wouldn’t ruin that for him. Even now, as you felt him pulling away from you, you knew you were going to just let it happen, because he was a grown man and he had to make his own choices. 

But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. The only thing that made you feel a bit better was when you went to Stars games and Andrea, Jenn and some of the other WAGs welcomed you like part of the family, while simultaneously ignoring Sabrina. They clearly liked you better. And yet, not even that could lift your spirits, as you shot another look at your watch.

When he’d texted you, with just the simple words Netflix night tonight at 9? your heart had thumped with happiness. Even if Sabrina would be there - which you certainly hoped not - you would get to see your best friend and that would be worth it. That happiness was now fading, as it was 9:15, and there was no sight of Tyler’s car. The lights in his house were all off except for the ones in the living room, which meant that either Sabrina was here or Tyler had just left a light on for the dogs. It was 9:25 when you were contemplating going home, and that’s when Tyler’s truck pulled into the driveway.

“I’m so sorry I’m late!” he called out as he jumped out of his car. He practically ran towards you. “Why aren’t you inside? God, you must be freezing.” His hands came to your arms and rubbed, a worried line edged into his face.

“I didn’t wanna use my key in case Sabrina is here,” you told him, your teeth clattering. “I know she doesn’t like it when I just come in unannounced.”

A strange look came over Tyler’s face, and for a second it looked like he was going to say something, but then he shook his head and started guiding you towards his front door. He unlocked it and pushed you inside, three dogs immediately jumping towards you.

“I missed you too,” you told Gerry, who was excitedly licking your shoes.

“I’m going to light the fire,” Tyler said, “please put the kettle on and get yourself some tea. We need to warm you up.”

“I’m not dying of hypothermia,” you muttered, but you kicked off your shoes and made your way to the kitchen, your sock-covered feet soft on the hardwood floors. When you returned to the living room, two cups of tea in your hands, Tyler had lit the fire and was already sitting on the couch. He reached out for you and you handed him his tea before crawling onto the couch next to him. 

You hadn’t expected him to, weren’t even really paying attention to him as your eyes were already on the tv, where the Netflix logo was shining at you, but suddenly Tyler’s hands found your waist and he pulled sharply, causing you to fall against his chest. Seemingly not content with that position, Tyler hooked his leg under one of yours and pulled it towards him, tangling his legs with yours. He hummed approvingly and pulled a soft blanket over your bodies.

“Again, I’m not dying.” But your voice didn’t sound very convincing even to your own ears. Tyler’s arms wrapped around you and you hoped to God he couldn’t feel your heart beating the way you could feel it, because that would be embarrassing.

“I’m so sorry I was late,” he said softly against your hair. “I was out with Sabrina, and then I brought her home and I made the mistake of telling her that she couldn’t come back with me cause you were going to be there, and then she got mad and it took a while before I could leave.”

You groaned. “Oh God, now she’s going to hate me even more!”

“She doesn’t hate you.” But Tyler’s voice was unsteady, as if he wasn’t so sure of his own words. “What do you want to watch?”

You shrugged. “It’s entirely possible that I’m going to fall asleep within half an hour, so you pick.”

“Tough day?” You thought about your exam, that had gone horribly, and about your work, where you’d spilled a freshly made hazelnut latte all over yourself, and sighed.

“You could say that.”

Tyler put on a documentary that you were pretty sure you’d seen already, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, as Gerry jumped onto the couch and planted his butt right in your lap. You groaned, but pulled the puppy closer. Cash jumped on the other side of the couch and Marshall went to sleep under your feet, and you felt so comfortable and safe and happy. The knowledge that this was going to be a very rare thing to happen, now that Tyler had a girlfriend, brought tears to your eyes, but you blinked them away. You weren’t going to ruin this moment.

However, Tyler was your best friend and he was a lot more observing than people gave him credit for, sometimes. “What’s wrong?” His arms tightened around your middle and you stilled.

“Nothing. Just. Tough day. I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Hmm, okay.” He immediately let it go because he knew you and he knew how stubborn you could be; pushing you to talk about it wasn’t going to help you, but holding you and just being there for you would. “Hey, babe?”

Your heart seemed to skip a beat; you were pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to call you that, were pretty sure Sabrina would hate it. But you weren’t going to tell him to stop it.

“You know I’ve got you, right? No matter what anyone says.”

You allowed yourself to smile as he rested his chin on the top of your head. The steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed under you was like a lullaby, and you felt your eyes drooping.

“I know you got me,” you mumbled. “I’ve got you too.”

“Take a nap.” He kissed your cheek quickly, then focused on the documentary. You were already half asleep by that time, but not far enough asleep to not hear the words that he whispered after that. “I love you, Shiny.”

Something was shaking your shoulder, and you were not happy with it.

“No,” you growled, trying to turn away from the shaking; however, you were met with something hard and warm under your cheek. It smelled like laundry detergent and woody cologne and hockey tape. “Tyler?”

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “But you need to wake up. Katie has called you like a billion times and you keep getting text messages. I think she might really need you this time.”

You groaned. Katie 'really needing you' could mean anything from a zombie apocalypse to her shoes not matching perfectly with her dress. You grabbed your phone from Tyler as you opened your eyes and slowly pushed yourself up from his chest. Gerry, who was still asleep in your lap, stirred, but his eyes didn’t open. You opened the texts and your eyes widened.

I need you to pick me up.

Y/N, I’m not kidding. Please pick me up.

I think I just broke up with Jamie.

I don’t know where to go or what to do. I’m at your work. Where are you???

HELLO. SOS.

“Oh shit,” you whispered, and when you saw Tyler’s raised eyebrow, you pointed at your phone. “Call Jamie. They just broke up.” It took a second or two for Tyler to register what you were saying, but then he reacted so lightning fast you remembered why he was a hockey player. You jumped up and started putting on your shoes. Your quick actions had woken the dogs, who stood uncertainly excited, not sure if they were going for a walk or if you were just going to leave them.

COMING RIGHT NOW you texted Katie.

“I’m coming over, dude,” you heard Tyler say, and he was already putting on his jacket. He hung up. “They broke up. They got into a huge fight and Katie said she couldn’t handle him being away so much anymore, and that she didn’t think they should stay together. Then she ran out.”

You cursed under your breath, grabbing your car keys. “She’s at the coffee shop, I’m going to take her home.”

“I’m going to see if Chubs is okay. He sounded upset.” Tyler sighed. “Y/N, wait.” 

You turned to look at him, your hand already on the doorknob. “I’m sorry for being such a bad friend lately. I promise I’m going to fix it.” He looked so sad, and you thought of Sabrina, and then you thought of Katie and Jamie who seemed so perfect for each other. 

Maybe the life of a hockey player was deemed to be lonely, but you watched Tyler’s sad brown eyes shine in the dim lighting of the empty hallway and suddenly you found yourself running towards him. He caught you easily as you wrapped him into a hug and pushed your nose against his neck.

“You don’t have to fix anything for me,” you told him, earnestly. “Just don’t forget about me, okay?”

“Never.” There was force behind the word, and he squeezed you tighter for just a second before releasing you. “Love you,” he hummed as you ran back towards the door, repeating his words from earlier. You smiled.

“Don’t get all mushy on me, Segs.” And then, because you couldn’t lie to him. “Love you too.”

Katie was crying when you finally arrived at the coffee shop and you pulled her into a hug right away.

“I’m so sorry, Kate,” you whispered against her hair. Then, you took her to your house and put her in your twin bed and held her as she cried more.

“Do you think it’s really over?” you asked finally, when she’d calmed down what felt like hours later.

“I just don’t think I’m made for it,” she sniffed. “Always being second best. Never being the most important. It’ll always be hockey first, you second. No, team second. You third. I can’t do it, Y/N. I just can’t be the third most important thing in his life when he’s my first.”

You thought about this for a second. Tyler was the most important thing in your life, too, but you weren’t naive to think that you were the most important in his. He had hockey, the team, his family, Sabrina. And yet, you couldn’t picture ever giving up on him. But then again, Katie was Jamie’s girlfriend. By carrying that title, she was promised a kind of priority status that she was never going to get from him. Tyler had never promised you anything, and yet he continued to surprise you. Suddenly, you didn’t envy Sabrina as much anymore.

“Don’t ever date a hockey player,” Katie sniffled, wrapped her arms tighter around you, and you shook your head.

“Don’t worry, Kate. That’s never going to happen.”

[letmeletmetrashyourlove]

Millie

Summary: Billy finds out that he is having a baby girl.

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Author’s Note: Killing two birds with one stone with this fic! It was requested, but also for Amanda’s 3,000 follower celebration! Yay Amanda! Love you!

Billy leaned against the doorframe as I stood in front of our daughter. She was sitting on the bathroom counter, playing with my necklace as I tugged her hair up into pigtails on top of her head. Though she had my hair color, she had gotten Billy’s ringlet curls.

        “Alright, silly Millie.” I sighed when I was finished, hoisting her off the counter and into my arms.

Today was her first day of soccer, and she couldn’t be more enthusiastic. Billy, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck. Every bump, bruise, and fall she had ever suffered was made worse by his overreaction. She would fall over and be fine until her dad gasped and came flying over to her asking if she was okay.

His panic drove her to cry more often than not. Which is why I was contemplating making him stay home for the duration of soccer practice, knowing he would lose his mind whenever she went down. I passed Millie over to him as I exited the bathroom, he peppered kisses on her cheek, making her squawk.

Billy followed me as I went into her bedroom, pulling out a pair of knee high socks with red bands around the top. I tossed them to him. He struggled to get her feet in them as she kicked fiercely, giggling the whole time.

        “Hey! Save the kicking for practice, will yah?” He exclaimed.

        “Mmm. No!” She cackled.

He rolled his eyes, flipping her upside down so her feet stuck up in the air,

        “Teamwork!” Billy hollered, holding her legs still while I shoved the socks over her feet.

        “That’s cheating!” Mille protested, crossing her arms as she hung upside down, her pigtails dangling.

He flipped her right side up again, throwing her over his shoulder.

Billy Hargrove had somehow straightened himself out since he was in high school. My suspicion was that it was entirely to do with getting away from Neil. Despite being flat broke, when he turned 18, he moved out and into an apartment down the street from my childhood home. We met when he came to my door when I was home from college on spring break. Without his mullet, he was nearly unrecognizable. If it hadn’t been for his signature smirk, I wouldn’t have known who it was.

        “Oh, hey, Y/N.” He greeted, “Jeez, it’s been a couple years, hasn’t it?”

        “Yeah. It has.” I replied, looking him up and down.

He and I never really got along in school. He relied too heavily on his fists to get his point across, though, despite that, he had never shown an ounce of hostility towards me.

        “So, uh, what brings you here?”

        “Oh, yeah. Sorry. I just…” He wavered, “Saw you and you got me all distracted.”

He blushed, drawing his lip between his teeth. I placed my hands on my hips, recognizing his flirtatious ways.

        “I’ve been taking care of your parent’s lawn for a while. I just wanted to come over and see if they needed help with anything.”

        “Oh, yeah. Uh… Come on in, I’ll go find my mom.” I told him, stepping aside so he could come in.

He studied the walls of the house, tucking his thumbs into his pockets as I trotted to the living room where mom sat with a book in her lap.

        “Hey, mama.” I notified, “Billy’s here.”

        “Oh, Billy!” She beamed, drawing herself from her seat.

She brushed past me, meeting him in the entryway and pulling him into a hug.  I was taken aback by the gesture, especially as Billy gladly returned the hug.  

        “How have you been?” She sought, rubbing her hands up and down his biceps.

        “Good! Good!” He smiled down at her.

        “Got a girlfriend yet?” She asked, making his cheeks go red as he shook his head. Mom motioned over her shoulder to me, making my cheeks turn an equally dark shade of pink.

        “She’s still single, and I want grandbabies.” She whispered, nudging him with her elbow.

        “MOTHER!” I exclaimed.

        “WHAT!?” She retorted, “YOU CAN’T WAIT FOREVER.”

        “I’M ONLY 22!” I shouted back.

        “I was 21 when I had you. Gotta use that uterus while it’s still good.”

        “OKAY, HOW ABOUT WE STOP TALKING ABOUT THE EFFICIENCY OF MY UTERUS IN FRONT OF OUR GUEST?!”

Billy could hardly contain his amusement as he watched my mother and I stare each other down.

        “Well. I don’t have any work for you to do yet. But, I have something to give you.”

She traveled into the kitchen, getting a pan out of the freezer and handing it over to him,

        “Lasagna.” She told him, “I’m tired of seeing those takeout cars going down the street to your place every night. Eat some real food, will ya? I don’t know how you keep your gut with how you’ve been eating.” She jabbed him in the stomach.

Despite our awkward reunion, Billy somehow managed to overlook my mother’s constant talk about grandbabies long enough to ask me out on a date. To say I was reluctant would be an understatement, but the way my mother talked about him persuaded me. She insisted he was hardworking and kind. Told me an adorable story about how he found a bunny nest in the backyard and ended up taking the little creatures to a wildlife rescue.

But when I finally accepted his request, I saw what she was talking about. His rough edges had softened over the years. He even managed to come up with kind things to say about his stepmother and Max.

After I finished college, he proposed to me. And a couple weeks later we found out I was pregnant. Billy went into freak out mode, insisting that he was going to turn out just like his own father. I had to grab him by the face in the middle of him ranting to make him look at me,

        “You are nothing like that bastard, do you understand me?” I hollered, “And if I had even an ounce of doubt about that, I wouldn’t be with you.”

He subdued for the next couple of months, only having another freak out once we figured out the gender. A baby girl.

        “What- What am I supposed to do with a baby girl!?” He roared, pacing back in forth in the nursery, awkwardly stepping around deconstructed furniture.

        “Babe. Chill. It’ll be okay.” I reassured, lounging on the recliner with a bag of bugle chips, supervising while he was supposed to be putting the crib together.

        “No… No, no, no, no.” He stuttered, “Nope. No. I know how girls are, okay. She’s gonna fall in love with some asshole and get her heart broken.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his outburst, earning me a scowl.

        “Billy, she’s not even as big as a softball yet, and you’re worried about her future boyfriends.”

I didn’t bother to look up at him, placing the chips over the ends of my fingers as he continued to pace around.

        “I’m gonna run that asshole over in my car. Then I’m gonna end up in jail. I’m going to end up in jail and I can’t go to jail, I’m too pretty to go to jail!”

I rolled my eyes, holding my hands up with the bugels on the end and wiggling my fingers,

        “I’ll get you my pretty, and your little dog too.” I cackled, doing my best wicked witch of the west impression.  

        “HOW ARE YOU SO CALM WHEN I’M ABOUT TO GO TO PRISON FOR VEHICULAR MANSLAUGHTER!?”

        “Actually, honey, it would be vehicular homicide, unless you do a good job and make it look like an accident.”

        “I’m gonna go to jail.” He repeated.

I let out a sigh, throwing a bugel at him and hitting him on the cheek,

        “The only person going to jail is me when I murder you for being irrationally worried about this.” I threatened, “And then you’ll be gone and I’ll have a baby in prison. And then she’ll have to go live with my mom.”

        “Oh no.”

        “And you know what my mom is gonna do to her?”

        “Dress her up in those freaky doll outfits.” He gasped.

        “Exactly.”

I pulled him down to sit beside me, resting my head on his shoulder and patting his chest reassuringly.

        “What if she doesn’t like me?” He whispered, scarcely audible.

        “What do you mean ‘if she doesn’t like you’?”

        “I mean… I don’t know… I’m just…” He sputtered, “I don’t know. I’m kind of an asshole.”

        “Yeah. I know you are. And I still let you knock me up.” I replied, finally getting a laugh from him, “She’s gonna love you. I know she is.”

He nodded,

        “Got any name ideas?"  

I shook my head,

        “How about…. Joan? Or Bonnie?”

        “WE ARE NOT NAMING OUR CHILD AFTER JOAN JETT OR BONNIE TYLER!” I screeched.

        “WHO SAID THAT’S WHY I PICKED THOSE NAMES?” He defended with a gasp.

        “Is that why you picked those names?”  

        “Yes.”

        “That’s what I thought.”

        “What about Joni?” He offered, “Combo of Joan and Bonnie.” 

I rolled my eyes, 

        “We’re not naming her after Joni Mitchell either.” 

A few months later, we decided on the name Millicent, after his mom’s mother. And a few months after that, we got to meet Millie for the first time. She instantly took a liking to Billy, for a while him being the only one able to rock her to sleep. Literally. Rock her to sleep. He sang rock songs to her, and the only requirement on the song was that it had to have the word ‘rock’ in it.

        “Here I am, rock you like a hurricane.”

        “I love rock and roll, put another dime in the jukebox baby.”

        “We will, we will rock you.”

        “Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus, oh, oh, oh Amadeus, Come and rock me Amadeus.”

        “I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day. I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day.”

He’d creep out of the room, shutting the door carefully behind him,

        “You know, I really should start recording you when you do that because it’s disgustingly adorable.”

Despite my refusal to name my daughter after Joan Jett, Billy had taught Millie to love her and she now knew the words to most of her songs. They sang it in the car on the way to soccer, her tiny voice standing out against the chorus.

We pulled up to the park, watching other little girls in pigtails clamber out of their cars and run into the field, soccer balls tucked under their arms.

Millie was playing in the youngest league, only being three years old. Billy pulled her out of her car seat and carried her onto the grass. Once we reached the field, she squirmed to be put down. As soon as her cleated feet hit the grass, she took off running to the group of toddlers that was kicking the ball around before practice had even started.

        “She’s too big now.” Billy lamented, coming up behind me and resting his head on my shoulder.

        “Yeah, that’s what happens.” I sighed, watching her make quick friends with a girl who had matching socks with her.

We waved to her as she turned back around, giving us a thumbs up before returning to play. The coach finally rallied all the girls together, which was about as difficult as herding cats. Within a few minutes, she had them kicking the ball up and down the field. Billy had a grin plastered on his face. Until Millie fell, that is. She landed face first in the grass, dirt sticking to her cheeks as she looked up in horror. Billy let out a gasp, attempting to run towards the field. I snagged him by the back of his shirt, preventing him from going any further.

The girl that Millie was playing with earlier ran over to her, helping her to her feet. She brushed the mud off her face before hugging her. Not a single tear was shed on Millie’s part, the first time she’s fallen without Billy there to catch her.

        “See. She’s fine.” I reassured, “She’s a strong girl.”

        “Told you letting her listen to rock music would turn her into a badass.” He smirked.

I gave him a playful smack in the gut,

        “Oh, please. You were closer to crying than she was and you’ve got 23 more years of rock music than her.”

        “I guess she must take after her mama then.”

        “Yeah. Uh-huh. Whatever, you big baby.”

[crozbow]

Song Tag Double Whammy

So my dude @fujiquacki tagged me in some things and I’m gonna do em and add vague descriptions because it’s 3am and I love music. (sidenote this took me like 3 hours so now it's 6am whatever tho)

I'll do the tagging stuff now, I don’t think i have 10 mutuals who aren’t also tagged in fuji’s post but I’ll tag as many as i can way up here so you don't have to read like 1100ish words of me being gay for music if you don't want to lmao

@standarddivination, @thecockmeister, @samsucc, @marvelfangeek09, @tia-lewise, @pure-love-and-destruction, @thehavenabovereality, come check this out and do it if you feel like it lol

Part 1:

Rules: If you can, list the Top Ten songs you are listening to lately, and tag ten mutuals to do the same!

1) Get Got // Death Grips

(Brutal experimental industrial hip-hop that about police chases and death with really dark and intimidating synth)

2) Garden Shed // Tyler, The Creator

(The number one song about being in the closet ever, also some really trippy melodies and great vocals from both Tyler and Estelle, also I don't know what pedals they used to get the great guitar effect in the bridge but i fkn want them)

3) Under Your Thumb // Godley & Creme

(Fabulous synth and a haunting (haha) story about meeting the ghost of a suicidal woman on the train she threw herself in front of.)

4) Thou Shalt Always Kill // Dan Le Sac vs Scroobious Pip

(More great hip-hop, this time an inspiring message about how to think critically and not worship content creators)

5) Barracuda // Heart

(That classic flanger riff at the start is really ingrained in my mind recently and also Ann Wilson's voice is freaking great on this track wow)

6) Garbage Truck // Sex Bob-omb/Beck

(Scott Pilgrim is my all time fave and I got a new fuzz pedal that sounds so much like this I've been thinking of covering it, indie rock with heavy overdriven bass and simple but loveable vocals)

7) Now The Action Is On Fire // Biffy Clyro

(The kind of heavy alternative rock that’s the staple of Biffy's early albums, the driving guitar and interesting drum pattern contrasted with violins and soft vocals on this one keep me coming back to it despite it being fairly hefty at like 8 minutes long ish)

8) Just Keep Walking // INXS

(A great Australian mix of New Wave, Ska and a dash of poppy melody, this track has a sweet bassline and a catchy hook and I haven't been able to stop playing it since I bought the band's 1st LP last week)

9) Friend Zone // Yucky Duster

(Brooklyn quad Yucky Duster's intro to their self titled album is a fabulously blunt deconstruction of the way creepy guys think. Coupled with a great guitar riff that makes for a short but surprisingly replayable track here)

10) The Working Hour // Tears For Fears

(MMMMMmmmmmm that saxophone and also Roland Orzabal's voice is honey right here wow I love new wave and synthpop and damn I'm very gay for the 80s in general but jeez this song exemplifies it)

Part 2:

Rules: Write the first 10 songs that come up on shuffle, write your favorite lyrics, then tag 10 people.

Moonage Daydream // David Bowie Keep your electric eye on me babe Put your ray gun to my head Press your space face close to mine, love Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah! (This one always makes me think of like an awesome raypunk romance type scene I love it)

Irresistible // Fall Out Boy You ought to keep me concealed just like I was a weapon I didn't come for a fight but I will fight 'til the end This one might be a battle, might not turn out okay You know you look so Seattle but you feel so LA (I’ve never been to Seattle or LA but damn I guess I’m feeling what he’s saying here)

Here Comes The Hotstepper // Ini Kamoze Nah, na na na nah Na na na nah, na na nah, na na nah Na na na nah Here comes the hotstepper (murderer) I'm the lyrical gangster (murderer) Big up di crew in-a di area (murderer) Still love you like that (murderer) (A true classic, really, if you don’t naaa nananana along with this we aren’t friends)

Lullaby // The Cure Quietly he laughs and shaking his head Creeps closer now, closer to the foot of the bed And softer than shadow and quicker than flies His arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes Be still be calm be quiet now my precious boy Don't struggle like that or I will only love you more For it's much too late to get away or turn on the light The spider-man is having you for dinner tonight (Robert Smith is creepy af when he wants to be and this is such a great depiction of depression and addiction in a lyrical form wow)

Letter From God To Man // Scroobious Pip vs Dan Le Sac So I apologize for any mistakes I made And when my words misconstrued But this apology's to Mother Nature Cause I created you (Weirdly not the only song about how we’re messing up earth but probably the wittier of the two)

505 // Arctic Monkeys But I crumble completely when you cry It seems like once again you've had to greet me with "Goodbye" I'm always just about to go and spoil a surprise Take my hands off of your eyes too soon (damn this breakdown is depressing but also a banger)

Waiting // Green Day I've been, waiting a long time For this, moment to come I'm destined, for anything at all (aimlessly drifting has always been my thing so yano)

A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More "Touch Me" // Fall Out Boy And you're just the girl all the boys want to dance with And I'm just the boy who's had too many chances I'm sleeping on your folks' porch again, dreaming She said, she said, she said "Why don't you just drop dead?" (I feel like this pre-chorus haunted me back in my angsty emo days and it will probably actually haunt me for the rest of my life, but secretly i kinda love it)

Forest // System Of A Down Why can't you see that you are my child? Why don't you know that you are my mind? Tell everyone in the world that I'm you Take this promise to the end of you (A song about mother earth pleading with her offspring humanity to recognize what they’re doing to her and step out of the forest of their denial, equally ghostly and heavy this chorus is always hard hitting)

Shoplifters Of The World Unite // The Smiths Shoplifters of the world Unite and take over Shoplifters of the world Hand it over, hand it over, hand it over (Karl Marx’s “worker of the world, unite...” remixed by Morrissey to suit harsh realities in the dole lines of working class England)

Thanks for coming to my musical TEDx talk you guys

[chocolatequeennk]

Bound Forever

Rose knew how it worked: the first time you touched your soulmate, skin to skin, you would see glimpses of their past lives. And when a stranger took her hand and told her to run, that was exactly what happened. 

Nine x Rose, canon ‘verse

For this prompt on @otpprompts (you see your soulmate’s past lives) and for @doctorroseprompts Soulmates September. 

Thanks to @lastbluetardis for looking over this for me.

AO3 | FF | TSP

Rose was stuck. She got up every day with her alarm, pulled on a version of the same jeans and hoodie outfit she wore every day, and took the bus into town… just like every other work day. Lunch with Mickey in Trafalgar Square, just like they always did when he could get away, then back to work.

Lunch was the hardest part, really. Well, any time spent with Mickey. After dating for three months, they both knew they weren’t soulmates. Rose suspected Mickey harboured feelings for her and would be happy to dismiss the idea that there might be someone else out there for him, but she just… couldn’t.

She wanted that rush, the moment when she took her soulmate’s hand and could see all the lives he’d lived before. She wanted to share the life he was living now.

But she had to find him first.

Four hours later, Rose cowered against the basement wall as an army of shop window dummies advanced on her, cursing herself for moaning about her boring life. Boring was still alive, at least.

Then a hand took hers, and her head snapped around to find the person it belonged to. Brilliant blue eyes sparkled at her, and he said just one word: “Run!”

At least, she thought that was what he said. It was hard to focus on the here and now when her mind was being flooded with images of people and places she’d never seen before. A man with a Beatles hair cut, a tall bloke with a ridiculously long scarf, a blond in cricket garb…

The second time she met the Doctor, the day after he blew up her job, she saw strange places she could never imagine. Red grass and orange skies and the light from two suns shimmering off silver trees. She looked through the door of a blue police box and saw an enormous room, much bigger than the outside of the box.

And then she watched him step into that same bigger-on-the-inside box, and she knew she needed answers. Who was her soulmate? What was he?

When she visited Clive that afternoon, she didn’t blink at his stories about the things the Doctor had done. Just two days ago, she would have dismissed him as a nutter with some conspiracy theory, but after everything else she’d seen of her soulmate’s life, the idea that he was some kind of angel of death, showing up at every tragedy in human history, was frankly a better theory than anything she’d come up with.

She stared at the picture of the Doctor on Krakatoa, then asked the question in her mind. “You said it’s a title passed down from father to son,” she said. “Has the Doctor always looked like this, or… I mean, surely not, right?”

Clive blinked up at her, then a broad smile stretched across his face. Obviously, no one else had ever taken him quite so seriously when he started rambling about the Doctor.

He fumbled through his portfolio and finally pulled out another picture. Rose immediately recognised the blond in cricket whites, and she reached for the photo without realising it.

“Who do you think he is?” she asked, studying the younger face of her soulmate’s past incarnation.

Clive took a deep breath. “I think he’s the same man. I think he’s immortal. I think he’s an alien from another world.”

In her mind’s eye, Rose pictured that red grass and orange sky. An alien from another world.

She blinked once, and realised Clive was looking strangely at her. “Right!” she said, a little too brightly. “Well, thanks for your help. I should go now—after all, my boyfriend is still waiting to make sure you aren’t gonna murder me.”

Twelve hours later, the Doctor—her soulmate—stood in the doorway of his spaceship, inviting her to come with him. Rose took a step forward, but Mickey’s arms around her legs stopped her.

“Don’t. He’s an alien. He’s a thing.”

Rose sighed and looked at the Doctor. “Gimme just a minute to say goodbye, yeah?” An emotion she instinctively recognised as surprise lit his blue eyes, and she realised he hadn’t actually expected her to come with him. There was something there, some feeling of unworthiness that they’d need to work through, but that could wait.

For now, she looked down at Mickey. “Micks, look,” she said, keeping her voice low and hoping the Doctor didn’t have like, super-hearing or something. “You and me, we were never gonna work long-term. You know that.”

“Is this about that soulmate rubbish?” Mickey said fiercely, rocking back so he was sitting on his heels. “You know I don’t care about that, babe. I just want to be with you and make you happy.”

Rose pinched the bridge of her nose. “Yeah, well I do care about it,” she snapped, before taking a deep breath. “Especially since I finally found ‘im.” Mickey’s brows drew together in a deep frown, and she rolled her eyes. “The Doctor, you idiot,” she hissed. “He’s my soulmate.”

Mickey tumbled back on his arse in surprise, and Rose took advantage of the moment to step away from him and jog towards the TARDIS. She looked back when she got to the door. “I’ll see you later.”  

The Doctor was already standing by the centre console, and Rose watched him as she closed the door and walked down the ramp. He kept fiddling with controls instead of looking at her, and the tips of his ears were bright red.

Oh, bugger.

She took a deep breath. “So, you won’t look at me, and I’m guessing that means you actually do have super-hearing.”

The flush went down his neck, but he looked up at her. “Something like that,” he admitted. “Soulmates, Rose Tyler?”

She bit her lip and studied him. If he was an alien, maybe they did soulmates differently. But all she could do was tell him what she knew. “You used to wear this really long scarf.”

His eyes widened, and she took a step towards him.

“And then in one life, you had a yellow car you named Bessie.”

The Doctor leaned forward on the console, like his knees had just given out.

“And whoever told you that celery was an accessory?”

He laughed breathlessly. “I heard humans could see past lives when they met their soulmates.”

Rose tilted her head and looked at him. “What do you see?”

The Doctor swallowed hard. “I can see… timelines. It’s hard to explain. But I haven’t been looking at timelines at all lately, so I haven’t…” He held out his hand. “May I, Rose?”

Rose’s heart raced when she took his hand. The Doctor immediately sucked in a deep breath, then his eyes slammed shut. In addition to feeling the turn of the Earth, Rose could see the hazy memory of recent loss, and she knew without asking that whatever had happened, it was why he hadn’t expected her to come with him.

The Doctor rocked back on his heels and his eyes opened. “Rose,” he breathed, his eyes wide with awe. “You are… in the very fabric of time itself. And your life is bound to mine, forever.”

Rose squeezed his hand. “Well, it better be.”

The Doctor shook his head slightly, and Rose got the impression that there was more to the word “forever” than how it sounded to her. But then a wide smile stretched across his face, and suddenly her heart was racing so fast she couldn’t think about anything except the man in front of her.

He let go of her hand and turned back to the console. “Where would you like to go first, Rose?”

She grinned at him, smirking to herself when his gaze zeroed in on the tip of her tongue that she let peek out between her teeth. “I don’t know—why don’t you impress me?”

The Doctor’s eyes narrowed at the challenge. “All right then, Rose Tyler.” He reached for the TARDIS controls, a light shining in his eyes. “Have I mentioned, it also travels in time?”

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Player: Antoine Roussel

Prompt:

Thank you so much! Im glad you enjoy my writing! 💕

Mentions: None.

Warnings: Anxiety & Birth Issues

Preview: Antoine chuckled at your statement but you were already overthinking about it. Your usually overactive little French fry was being quite still today. You hoped it was just because you had yet to eat something. Maybe after you ate he would perk up, you thought.

Characters:. 2060 words.

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You felt as if you were the size of a small whale. You were almost 30 weeks pregnant with your first child. You and Antoine were ecstatic when you found out. The Frenchman couldn’t wait to be a father and he boasted it about it whenever someone was in earshot.

You, on the other hand, were a wreck. You couldn’t be happier but your never-ending worries were at an all-time high. You were currently standing in the mirror trying to pull one of Antoine’s shirt over your bump. You were still struggling when you heard a chuckle behind you.

“Is that my shirt?” he questioned coming up behind you and wrapping his arms as far as he could reach. That didn’t help the situation.

“It’s the only thing that fits.” You snapped with a huff. You sat down on the bed to try and somehow figure out how to put on your shoes. Antoine chuckled once more watching you try to maneuver your legs at such an angle so you could tie your sneakers.

He leaned down and began to tie your shoes as you pouted. “It’s hard to tie your shoes when you can’t really see your feet you know.” You tried to defend.

“You can’t see your feet because our little French fry is growing to be big and strong like his papa.”

You just shook your head at his statement. “Well if he keeps up beating me up in there, he’s going straight into the sin bin when he’s born, just like his papa.”

Antoine chuckled at your statement but you were already overthinking about it. Your usually overactive little French fry was being quite still today. You hoped it was just because you had yet to eat something. Maybe after you ate he would perk up, you thought.

“Breakfast awaits my charite,” Antoine says pulling you up off the bed and out of your thoughts.

Antoine had the day off and you both decided to walk to a small crepe café a few blocks down. Antoine loved to steal away to the café whenever he could. It was a genuine little French bakery and he liked to think of it as a little piece of home here in Dallas.

You both walked down the street hand in hand, Antoine going back and forth between speaking to you and your belly. You reached the café slower than usual due to your waddling. Antoine gave you a look with a smirk. You dared him to make the mistake of quacking at you, he once made with Tyler and Jamie. The couch wasn’t a comfortable place to sleep.

You sat down outside and the waitress didn’t even ask your order before bringing you your normal drinks.

You waited for your food and kept up with Antoine’s small talk. You were still consumed with your thoughts. You were mentally pleading with your unborn child to just give you some type of movement.

Antoine realized you were lost in thought and grabbed your hand. “Y/N, everything okay?”

“Something’s wrong.” You finally blurted out.

“What? Babe, I’m sure it’s all fine.” He responded grabbing your hand tighter.

“I haven’t felt him move since last night.”

“Y/N, the doctor said…”

“I don’t care what the damn doctor said. He’s in my stomach, and I think something is wrong. I want to go to the hospital.” You snap and Antoine is taken aback. He stands slowly and goes to pay.

You wait with your arm crossed, you felt bad for snapping at Antoine. But you were worried and that triumphed your husband at the moment. Antoine called for a cab and you were off to the hospital.

The ride was silent, Antoine rubbing your back to try and reassure you that everything would be fine.

Once you reached the hospital, you were whisked away connected to wires and IVs. Antoine never left your side. He was used to your worries now. It wasn’t that he wasn’t worried himself, he was. He was so frightened to become a father but he wanted to be your rock. He knew you need someone to hold your hand as you go off on tangents about some crazy rare genetic issue or rant about the hard corners of your coffee table.

The doctor came into the room. Antoine looked up from his running mind as you grasped his hand a little tighter.

The doctor offered you a reassuring smile. “Everything is looking good Mrs. Roussel. Baby is doing fine. We are a little concerned about his heart rate, it’s a little low but we aren’t worried just yet.”

“What does that mean?” you questioned.

“It means that I am having you be put on bedrest. No more working, No more traveling, and trying to stay calm during your husband’s hockey games.” He chuckled gesturing towards Antoine.

He smiles as he finishes the paperwork and discharges you.

You steal a quick smile to your husband as he helps you up from the bed.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier.” You look at him guiltily 

“There is no worries love, I find your protective mama bear side quite sexy.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“Bedrest Roussel” you remind him 

“My thoughts involve bed but not rest” he chuckles as you take a cab home.

 A few days later you sigh as you watch Antoine packing his bags for another Dallas road trip.

“You sure you’re okay? I could call Coach and tell him I can’t come.” He asks worriedly.

“And keep you here to annoy me? I’m supposed to be relaxing babe.” You laugh as he throws a pillow at you gently. 

“I will keep the little French fry in here cooking, I promise.” You smile resting your hands on your large belly.

“You better!” he quips putting the last of his things in his duffle.

“Don’t you trust me?”

He placed a kiss to your temple as he hoisted the bag on his shoulder.

“Je t'aime”

“Je t'aime aussi 

“I’ll call you when we land, call me after your doctor’s appointment.” He quips, waving as he walks out the bedroom door.

 Katie swung by your house to pick you up for your doctor’s appointment. She promised Antoine that she would keep an eye on you.

You smiled as you got into the car. 

“How’s my favorite baby mama?” she asked pulling out of your driveway.

“I’m feeling good” you smile nodding.

You reach the doctor’s appointment and are called in quickly. For once you are sitting on the familiar examine table without a worry. The last few days have felt good. That feeling was short-lived. The nurse taking you and the babies vitals turned white, ignoring your questions as she set off to find the doctor.

Katie could see your frown growing and quickly grabs your hand rubbing your arm.

The doctor filed in quickly looking over your charts. “Mrs. Roussel, I want to admit you into the hospital.”

 “What” you choke out your world suddenly crashing.

“The baby’s heart rate is rather low and so is your blood pressure. I’m not saying you are going into labor but I want to monitor you and the baby’s levels.”

“Oh…okay.” You nod trying to process what has been said to you. 

Soon you are being led upstairs, Katie following close behind. Everything is a blur, your worries consuming you.

You are laying in the hospital bed watching as a nurse places an IV in when you hear Katie groan. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask quietly.

She looks at you apologetically. “It’s just… that I can’t get a hold of anyone.” 

“You what?” you ask, the tears already forming in your eyes. 

Katie rushes to your side. “Hey, Hey. Remember what the doctor said, this doesn’t mean you’re going into labor. It is just a precaution”

You just nod as she plays with your hair to relax you.

“Now I am going to run to your house quickly and get you some comfy clothes because as much as I love you, this hospital gown is not cute.”

You chuckle wiping away the stray tears.

“And while I am doing that, I am going to track down the entire Dallas Stars Association and figure out who I have to murder.” She rubs your hair one last time and then turns to leave.

You sigh and hope to just get some rest, closing your eyes for a moment. You don’t know how long you sat there until you hear a loud screech of beeping. You open your eyes to see your room filling with doctors and nurses. You keep asking what’s going and it’s like they can’t hear you, causing your fear to grow. 

Finally, the doctor turns to you. “Y/N, the baby’s heart rate has fallen to low, we need to go in and do an emergency C-section.”

“But it’s too early, I haven’t come to term. I thought this was just a precaution.” You plead. 

“It started off that way but looking at your levels, this is you and your child’s best chance. Not only is the baby in distress but so is your blood pressure. It is important…” 

You knew you should be listening but you were being suffocated by thoughts of your own. What were you going you do? Had Katie gotten in contact with Antoine? All you wanted in this moment was Antoine telling you it was somehow going to be okay. You hadn’t even picked out a name. The nursery wasn’t ready...

“Y/N? Mrs. Roussel?” The doctor pulled you from your thoughts

“We need your consent, Mrs. Roussel.”

“Fine. Yes. Okay.”

You were suddenly being frantically prepped and pushed towards another room. All you could do was the stare at the bright light shining down on you. You focused on the light until suddenly your world went black.

 You were still staring into the darkness when your hearing returned. You were unsure and disoriented. You heard an uneven breathing and then a steady beeping. You opened your eyes to see Antoine sitting in a chair next to your bed his head in his hands. You could hear him talking to himself in French

“Antoine?” you try, your mouth dry and your voice coming out raspy.

Antoine’s head jerks up and he rushes to your side.

“Y/N. Oh, thank goodness. I was so worried. The plane ride here was torture.” He states peppering kisses to your face.  

“Where is he?”

“He’s in the NICU, he’s so beautiful my love. He is so little, but he’s doing good. We can go see him if you feel up to it.”

You simply nod and Antoine goes to get a nurse. They both help you into a wheelchair. The pain is strong but not seeing your son for a moment longer is unbearable.

The silence radiates as Antoine pushes you through the sterile hallways.

“I’m sorry I didn’t keep my promise.” You say softly.

“Promise?”

“I promised that I would keep the little French fry cooking and I didn’t.”

“Love, you are excused from promises you are unable to keep.” He places a kiss to your temple and turns a corner.

No one has to tell you which baby is yours, you know the moment you enter the room. The small baby in the incubator takes your breath away. Antoine helps you stand. You stagger a bit from the pain but he steadies you.

“We make handsome babies Roussel.”

“We make strong babies Roussel.” He answers.

You nod leaning into the crook of his neck.

“He needs a name.”

“I like Olivier” Antoine pipes in quickly.

“I like the ring of that, Olivier Roussel.”

Antoine smiles down and you both just take in the marvel that is your newborn. You knew you had a long road ahead of you and many more years of worries but one look at Olivier and it was all worth it. How did Antoine choose you? How did you wind up so lucky?

[urwarriorangel]

dine and dash (stefan salvatore ft klaus mikaelson, pt iv)

Plot: You and Stefan dated for three years while in high school. You both thought your relationship would last, but college managed got in the way. You wanted to move out of the region and Stefan couldn’t find the strength to let go of his life and home in Mystic Falls. So you two decided to break up. You left to college in Massachusetts and Stefan stayed in Mystic Falls. While you were gone, things changed between you and a certain original, but you hadn’t yet let go of Stefan. Now, almost six years later, you’re both invited to Bonnie and Kol’s wedding. It’s time for a reunion. While trying to figure out what to do with Stefan, you lose another lover.

Pairings: Delena, Carenzo, Jalaric, Mebekah, Tyliv, Stefivy, Haylijah, Konnie/Kennett, Damon x Bonnie x Reader (friends), Klaus x (you’ll have to read and see)

Warnings: anger, cursing, heart-wrench (sorry no smut)

A/N: I know I know I know... I need to work on the stupid plot :( sorry! I just wanted to get this out bc I really love it. thank you for reading this series! this part is a little more based around your friendships than anything. Your feelings for Klaus remain a little unclear but also become a little clearer... if that makes sense? pls let me know what you think!!! (no gifs are mine!!!)

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“Looking for this?” Damon holds out the clipboard, eyes on Elena as she help cleans the mess they all made.

“Yes, and shouldn’t you be helping?” You grab the clipboard and Damon raises a brow.

“Do you really think I’d get in the middle of that chaos with the threat of you ripping out my throat hanging in the air?” He turns around and faces you, feigning hurt.

“Are you telling me you had nothing to do with this mess?” You raise your brows at him and Damon scoffs.

“I didn’t say that. I just said I wasn’t in the middle of it,” he smirks and you roll your eyes, flipping through the pages of the clipboard.

“Why am I not surprised?” You whisper, not really paying attention to Damon anymore.

“Because you know me too well,” he shrugs and keeps an eye on you. “How did the talk go, by the way?”

“It went well. He’s moved on, he’s happy. He’s in a good headspace and I’m happy for him. It’s time for both of us to leave the relationship in the past and open our hearts to other people,” you look over to Damon, a soft sigh leaving your lips. “It’s a bit of a relief. I don’t have to feel guilty now.”

“Feel guilty for what?” Bonnie walks over to you two, grabbing a bottle of water as she sits next to you.

“Stefan and I talked and it’s a weight off both of our shoulders I think,” you whisper and look up at your best friend. “I don’t feel guilty about wanting something else. You know?”

“Yeah, I get it,” Bonnie whispers and makes eye contact with Damon as you look back down at the clipboard.

“So have you--?” Damon speaks up and you cut him off.

“Wait… Klaus has a plus one to the wedding?” You whisper, catching both your friends by surprise.

“What?” Bonnie grabs the clipboard.

“There’s no way,” Damon narrows his eyes and takes it from her, staring at the page. “Who the hell is Val--WHAT? There’s absolutely no way.”

“Who’s his plus one?” Bonnie raises a brow and rests a hand on her hip.

“It’s no one, I’m sure it was a mis--”

“Valerie. Klaus’s plus one is Stefan’s Valerie,” you clench your jaw, staring straight ahead as you try to steady your breathing.

“Excuse me? There’s no way she’s-!”

“Guys, please,” you whisper and your friends immediately turn to face you. “It’s okay. As long as he’s happy, it’ll be fine, yeah?”

“Don’t give me that shit, Y/N. Everyone knows how much you care about him,” Damon scoffs and shakes his head as you let out a weak chuckle.

“I just feel like a jackass for pairing us together in a room, you know?” You shake your head and sigh. “I’ll let him know he can share the room with Valerie. I’ll make other arrangements.”

“I’m so sorry, babe,” Bonnie wraps an arm around you and rests her head on your shoulder while Damon kisses the top of your head.

“Seriously it’s only your first day back and everyone’s screwing you over,” Damon observes and you laugh.

“I’ll be fine. I have a wedding to plan,” you kiss Bonnie’ head and Damon’s cheek. “Now, you two finish cleaning while I figure this shit out, yeah?”

“Do I have to?” Bonnie sighs and looks up at you.

“No, you can grab a glass--just ONE glass--of champagne and lounge for a little, somewhere I can see you,” you raise your brows at her and Bonnie escapes while she can.

“Do I have to?” Damon gives you puppy eyes.

“Yeah, what the hell are you thinking? Get your ass over there and clean,” you push away a grumbling Damon and head over to the hallway in search of Klaus. He doesn’t seem to be anywhere in sight.

“Hey, Tyler,” you grab the person closest to you.

“Yeah, what’s up Y/N?” He and Liv look over to you, a few bags in hand.

“Have you guys seen Klaus by any chance?”

“I saw him leave right after you walked away earlier,” Liv speaks up, shrugging. “He kind of ran off.”

“Wierd. Thanks, guys. You’ve been a great help,” you smile at them and walk back to the bar, taking a seat. “Alright, here goes nothing.”

You look at your phone for a few minutes, not sure what to say or how to say it without conveying your hurt. You realize this won’t get any easier, so you just go for it.

After the deed is done, you set your phone aside and make yourself another drink. You turn around to see that the cleaning’s finally done and all your friends look more than just a little exhausted. So you follow through on your deal: you make everyone drinks, and they could not be more grateful.

You all spend the night talking and laughing and catching up and playing drunk charades/pictionary. If you were being honest, this is how you wanted your time back home to be like. You apologized to Ivy. You and Stefan managed to smile at each other a couple of times. You got to know Kai, Luke, and Liv better. You had some intellectual conversations with Marcel. It was overall a great time.

“Alright, I think it’s time for us to hit the hay,” Kol announces as Bonnie yawned yet again. He waved goodnight as he picked up his bride-to-be and took her to their bedroom.

“Yeah, we’re gonna head home, too. We’ll be back tomorrow, eight am just like it says on that damn clipboard,” Alaric groans as Jo smiles at you all and they head home to their precious little ones.

“Us too!” This comes from Damon and Elena.

“And us!” This from Tyler and Liv.

“Same here!” And this from Caroline and Enzo.

“Alright, you old geezers,” you roll your eyes as Matt and Rebekah chuckle nervously.

“Oh all right. You guys go, too,” you shoo them away as all four couples make their way to their respective rooms.

“Hayley and Elijah, you two should also probably head out. Hope is in the guest room at the end of Kol & Bonnie’s hallway,” you smile at the couple who hugged you and said their goodbyes. Yes, they grabbed Hope.

“Stefan? Ivy? This is your chance. The night is only gonna get wierder,” you shrug as the couple looks at one another.

“Yeah, we’re gonna take off, too,” Stefan holds Ivy close and you smile at them.

“Your room is less than 100 feet away. Go to sleep, losers,” you scoff as the couple laughs and leaves.

And, true to your word, the night got a lot wierder. At one point, you all played strip poker (you’re very sure that was either Marcel’s idea or Kai’s); sometime later, you guys went skinny dipping in the Salvatore pool (definitely Luke’s idea); soon after that you guys drank some more and finally managed to pass out in the living room.

Freya and Cami managed to snag one couch and Luke and Jeremy another. You were left on the floor with Marcel, Kai, and Davina. You were tossing and turning for a while until you felt someone lay next to you and hold you close, calming you almost immediately. You slept the whole night through.

You wake up the next morning to shouting around your head and some slight nudging around your feet.

“What the hell?” You whisper, groaning as someone snatched the sheet off of you. “Leave me alone.”

“Y/N you need to wake up before Klaus murders someone,” you recognize Damon’s worried voice and you sit up, rubbing your eyes open as the arms from the night before rest on your lower stomach..

“Why the fuck does Klaus want to murder someone? And--ooh here’s a better question: why the FUCK did you guys wake me up?” You whisper aggressively, opening your eyes to glare at Damon.

“Because of THAT,” Damon hisses, pointing at the person next to you.

“What is THA-oh god, no,” you murmur as your eyes rest on a sleeping Marcel who’s got his arms wrapped around you. “Oh no no no no no.”

“What the hell happened last night?” Damon helps you up, careful not to wake Marcel.

“Nothing happened, Damon. We all passed out, and I guess I couldn’t sleep so Marcel helped,” you shrug, stretching as Damon leads you outside.

“Yeah, well Klaus seems to think something happened, so--”

You two step outside and are met with the sight of Klaus and Valerie making out.

“Did you need me for something, Niklaus?” You mutter spitefully as he slowly pulls away from that demon witch.

“Me? No, not at all. Please meet--”

“Oh you don’t want me to meet anyone right now,” you glare at the two asshats and walk inside, brushing against an apologetic Damon.

“Look, I swear I didn’t know she was gonna be out there. He saw you two and kept spewing angry bullshit and I don’t--”

“Damon, sweetheart. I’m too hungover to feel anything or say anything. I’ll be fine. I just have to show him what he’s missing… after I get some food and coffee.”

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