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Hugh Jackman x Fem!Sister!Reynolds!Reader

Warnings: SMUT

Part 04

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That’s That Me Espresso

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Two months had flown by in a blur, filled with secret stolen moments, whispered conversations, and hidden touches. Neither you nor Hugh had wanted to make your relationship public just yet, preferring to keep it a small bubble just for the two of you.

It wasn't always easy, though. The secret meetings, the whispered conversations, and the stolen glances were thrilling, but they also came with a sense of frustration. Both of you ached to make it official, to shout it from the rooftops that you were together. But for now, secrecy was your only option.

Coachella week was always a whirlwind of activity. The weeks leading up to the music festival had passed in a blur, filled with endless rehearsals, fittings, meetings, and prep work. Now, it was finally here, and you were in the middle of it all.

The frantic pace of the week kept you running from one task to another, barely leaving you a moment to catch your breath, let alone spend time with Hugh. He was understanding, of course, but you could see the frustration in his eyes whenever you had to cancel yet another date, or could only give him a few minutes of your time.

The sound of your phone buzzing breaks through the frantic atmosphere of your dressing room. You reach for it and read the text from Hugh: "We're here." A rush of excitement and anticipation surges through you, and without a moment's hesitation, you spring up from your seat and burst out of the trailer. You scan the area, your eyes searching for him in the crowd of people milling about backstage. Then, you spot him standing off to the side, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He watches as you make your way towards him, his gaze filled with affection and admiration.

You run to him in your heels, a wide smile plastering your perfectly glossed lips. Hugh laughs and catches you in his arms, the force of your impact causing him to stagger back a few steps before steadying himself. He holds you tightly against him, the weight of your body in his arms feeling completely natural.

He doesn't care if people see. In this moment, all he cares about is you and the feel of your body against his. It had been too long since he had been able to touch you.

“Let me look at you, baby.” Hugh takes a step back to admire you, his eyes roaming over your body, taking in your custom-made outfit and boots. A wolfish grin spreads across his face, his eyes burning with desire.

“There she is!” You hear Ryan’s voice yell loudly. Hugh's arms loosen around your waist reluctantly as Ryan's voice interrupts your moment. You look up to see your brother making his way towards you through the throng of crew people.

Hugh's hands slide off your waist, a mix of disappointment and annoyance flashing across his face for a split second before he composes himself. He schools his features back into a calm expression, standing next to you, as Ryan reaches you two.

Ryan envelops you in a tight hug, his arms wrapping around you in a friendly embrace. He gives you a squeeze before pulling back, a wide grin on his face. “Damn, sista. You look amazing," he says, his eyes raking over your outfit. “Can I borrow it?”

You laugh at your brother’s teasing banter. “You might want to wait. Jerry said when the movie releases he’ll make a Deadpool outfit for me. I’ll lend that one to you.” Hugh's eyebrow perks up at your words. "A Deadpool stage outfit, huh?" he says, chuckling. "That'll certainly be something to see."

Hugh's mind is already imagining how you'll look in such an outfit. He glances at you, a hint of mischievousness in his gaze. You look at Hugh with a teasing smile. “Well, I could always ask for yellow.” Hugh's eyes widen, a spark of interest flaring in them at your suggestion. A smirk forms on his lips as he imagines you in a yellow Wolverine stage outfit. "I'd pay good money to see that."

Your moment with Hugh and Ryan is interrupted as someone calls your name, signaling that you need to get ready for the show. Hugh's expression turns slightly grumpy at being pulled away from you, but he keeps his composure. Hugh squeezes your hand before letting go. "We'll be watching," he promises, his voice a low rumble.

Ryan watches Hugh with raised brows. “What’s going on there?” Hugh's eyes follow you as you hurry off to get ready, his expression a mix of longing and possessiveness. At Ryan's question, he turns to look at his friend, his face casual as he responds.

"Nothing mate," he replies, feigning nonchalance. However, Ryan knows him well enough to see through the act, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a suspicious frown. “Because that-“ Hugh cuts him off, having heard the same sentence over and over. “Your sister. I know, mate.”

You stride onto the stage, your presence commanding the attention of the ecstatic crowd. The air is filled with anticipation and excitement as you confidently raise your hand in greeting, a broad smile on your face. “Hello Coachella!” you call out, your voice carried through the speakers. The response is nothing short of electric, as the crowd roars back in greeting, their frenzy reaching a fever pitch.

“So, we’re going to play a new one, just for you. Get into, yeah?” Your backup dancers now take their places on the stage, their energy palpable and infectious. You turn to them with a warm smile and a friendly greeting, saying, "Hey girls." The energy in the air is electric as you prepare to perform a new song, tailored just for the crowd. The anticipation is palpable, and the excitement is coursing through your veins.

As you turn to face the crowd once more, your eyes catch Hugh's gaze. A pang of emotion ripples through you as you recall the inspiration behind the song – a song that, deep down, still holds a flicker of sentiment for him.

The connection between you and Hugh remains palpable, a living, breathing presence that refuses to dwindle or fade. Your performance is fueled by a mix of determination and lingering feelings, creating a unique and charged energy on the stage.

You announce to the crowd, your voice filled with a mixture of excitement and nervousness, "This is Espresso! I hope you love it, Coachella!" The crowd roars their approval, ready to embrace whatever magic you have in store for them.

Your voice takes on a sultry and catchy rhythm as you sing the lyrics, weaving a tale of a love that keeps your lover awake at night, like a potent shot of espresso. The audience is captivated by your words and your performance, their energy feeding off yours on stage.

"Say you can't sleep, baby, I know, That's that me espresso," you sing, your voice dripping with a hint of playfulness. The melody is intoxicating, and the hook is infectious, leaving the crowd craving for more.

Hugh stands in the crowd, watching you as you dance and sing. His smirk is a mixture of wry amusement and a hint of bitterness. The lyrics you sing about keeping someone awake at night, like espresso, strike a familiar chord within him. He easily picks up on the parallels between the song and your own experiences over the past couple of months, causing his smirk to deepen and his gaze to soften.

Your words continue to flow effortlessly as you sing, “Too bad your ex don’t do it for ya, Walked in and dream-came-trued it for ya...” A hint of satisfaction and confidence laces your voice as you paint a picture of someone who exceeds expectations.

Hugh finds himself with a smile he can't quite suppress as he absorbs the lyrics you sing, each word painting a clear picture of your dynamic. The familiarity of the words you sing resonates deeply within him, stirring up a mix of emotions – pride, and an inexplicable sense of longing.

The crowd explodes into applause and cheers as you conclude the song. Your performance has left them breathless and captivated by your electrifying presence on stage. The energy and enthusiasm coursing through the venue are palpable, a testament to the impact you've made with your vocals and stage presence.

Your eyes instinctively drift towards Hugh, who is among the sea of people clapping and applauding your performance. Unconsciously, you smile and offer him a little wave of your fingers, a simple acknowledgment of his presence in the crowd. Hugh's heart skips a beat at the sight of your smile and the subtle wave, the gesture sending a pang of conflicting emotions through him.

He struggles to maintain his composure, trying to feign indifference. But it's clear that he's affected by your interaction, and he fights to quell the emotions swelling within him.

As the applause dies down, your attention is called elsewhere, and the moment between you and Hugh is momentarily broken.

The atmosphere is lively and animated as the night progresses. You're dancing with Blake, the two of you moving together with ease. The music pounds in your ears, the beat setting the rhythm of the night.

Hugh watches from the sidelines, his gaze locked on you and Blake as you move together. A tight feeling of possessiveness stirs within him, but he keeps it in check, sipping on his drink and watching quietly.

Ryan, wearing a pair of flashy glasses, makes his way over to Hugh, a wide grin on his face. He's clearly having a good time, the music and atmosphere of the festival fueling his energy.

"Hey man," Ryan says, nudging Hugh with his elbow. "Why are you standing here all broody instead of dancing?" Hugh looks at Ryan and rolls his eyes, a small huff of irritation escaping him. "I'm not being broody," he replies, his voice gruff. "Just enjoying the show."

Hugh takes another sip of his drink, his gaze flickering back to you and Blake on the dance floor. “That’s my wife!” Ryan says jokingly thinking Hugh was looking at Blake. He’d never. You, however? He’d watch you dance all night.

Hugh lets out a scoff at Ryan's words, shaking his head. Despite his dismissive response, Hugh's eyes are still fixed on your figure on the dance floor, his gaze hungry and appreciative. The way you move to the music, your body swaying in perfect rhythm, holds his attention captive.

Hugh watches you, his eyes following your every move as you dance. He can't help but admire your youthful energy and fiery spirit. You remind him of a storm, passionate and powerful, and he can't look away.

A flicker of doubt momentarily crosses hisfeatures. Can he keep pace with you? He's not as young as he once was, his body not as flexible or energized as it once was.

Hugh's thoughts grow murky as his insecurities take over. He imagines you growing tired of him, his age and experiences no longer holding your interest. You were young and passionate, your youth and thirst for life pulling you towards new adventures and experiences.

What would happen once the novelty of being with an older, famous actor wore off? Would you still see worth in him then?

Hugh's eyes meet yours, and he watches as you shake your hips to the beat of the song. Hugh can feel his possessiveness flare up as he watches you. He wants to be the one dancing with you, the one holding you close, feeling your body move against his.

As if reading his mind you nod your head over. Wavering him over with your little fingers.

Without a moment's hesitation, Hugh sets down his drink and makes his way through the crowd towards you. His eyes lock onto you, the hunger and desire in them growing with every step.

“Dance with me.”

Hugh's heart thumps loudly in his chest as he reaches you, the sound of your voice sending a rush of excitement through him. He stops in front of you, his eyes drinking in the sight of you.

"Gladly," he replies, his voice low and gruff. Hugh steps closer to you, his body almost brushing against yours. His hands hover near your waist, itching to touch you, but he holds back for a moment, awaiting your permission.

Your eyes spark with excitement as Hugh moves closer to you, his proximity sending a shiver up your spine. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, and the desire in his eyes is impossible to ignore.

You nod, silently giving him permission to touch you. Hugh needs no further encouragement. His hands immediately find your waist, his grip tight and possessive as he pulls you against him, your bodies nearly flush against one another.

You and Hugh move together in time to the music, your bodies molding against one another as you sway to the beat. His hands remain firmly on your waist, his grip possessive but gentle.

Hugh's eyes are fixed on you, his gaze never leaving your face as he dances with you. The combination of your youthful energy and captivating presence has him completely entranced.

As the night wanes on, Hugh, Ryan, and Blake decide it's time to retire for the evening. Hugh's thoughts are consumed by you as he says his goodbyes and prepares to leave.

“You’re leaving?” Hugh looks at you, his expression softening as he nods. "Yeah, we're calling it a night," he replies, a hint of reluctance in his voice.

As you let out a small sigh, your friends call your name, beckoning you back into the crowd. Hugh notices the disappointment in your expression, and a pang of longing hits him.

Hugh reaches out, his hand gently resting on your arm. "You're not leaving yet?" he asks, his voice tinged with a hint of hope. You shake your head, “I’ve got a few more hours left in my gas tank.” You step closer, kissing his cheek. “But I’ll call you tomorrow. Okay?”

Hugh's heart clenches as you step closer, his breath catching in his throat when you kiss his cheek. A mixture of disappointment and desire swirls within him, but he nods, your parting words giving him a glimmer of hope.

"Yeah," he replies, his voice gruff. "I'll talk to you tomorrow." He holds your gaze, his eyes flickering with a myriad of emotions, before reluctantly letting go of your arm.

Hugh's gaze lingered on you, his expression a mix of disappointment and resignation. He could see how much you wanted to stay and enjoy the night with your friends, and he didn't want to ruin that for you.

However, his jealousy tugged at him fiercely. He wanted you to come back with him, to spend the night in his arms, not out with your friends dancing and having fun.

"Have a good night, darling," he said, his voice tight with restraint. He gave you a small nod, his eyes conveying a silent message before he reluctantly turned to follow Ryan and Blake.

Joe's booming voice cuts through the music, his words drawing your attention as you spin into his chest. You turn to look at him and his husband, and your eyebrows raise at Joe's comment. “We vibe really good.” You smile.

Joe raises an eyebrow, his lips curving into a sly grin. "Oh, I bet you 'vibe really good,'" he replies, his voice laced with a hint of suggestiveness. Joe's husband, Alex, chuckles beside him, clearly enjoying the conversation.

You threw yourself into the night, dancing and partying with your friends. But even as you enjoyed yourself, your thoughts were tangled in Hugh. You longed for the feel of his touch on your skin, the taste of his lips against yours.

You woke up early the next morning, the sunlight gently seeping through the curtains as you quietly slipped out of bed. Barefoot, you padded silently into the kitchen and prepared a cup of coffee, relishing the moment of solitude before the day's hustle and bustle began.

As you settle down with your coffee, you pick up your phone from the charger and dial Hugh's number. You take a sip of your coffee as you wait for him to answer, your heart beating a little faster in anticipation. You wait expectantly for Hugh to answer, but to your surprise, the call goes straight to voicemail. A frown of disappointment flickers across your face, and you wonder why he hasn't picked up.

You leave a voicemail for Hugh, your voice cheerful and playful as you tease him. "Hey, it's me, the one and only," you begin, a smile playing on your lips. "Give me a call; I miss you." After hanging up, you place your phone down, still puzzled by Hugh's unusual silence. You hope he'll call back soon, eager to hear the sound of his voice.

Time ticks by slowly, and after an hour of waiting, you try calling Hugh again, but once more, he doesn't answer. Your concern grows, and you wonder if something might be wrong or if he's just busy with work.

A sudden call from Megan interrupts your thoughts, her voice announcing that it's time to get ready for day two of Coachella. Excitement buzzes in your veins, momentarily distracting you from your worries about Hugh.

As you call Ryan, your footsteps echo down the stairs as you exit the rented house and approach the waiting car. "Hey, Ryan," you say when he answers, your voice betraying a hint of worry.

“Whatcha doing?” You ask trying to be casual. If Ryan was able to answer. Why wasn’t Hugh?

Ryan's voice comes through the phone, his tone cheerful. "Not much," he replies. "Just getting ready for day two. How about you?" You pause for a moment, trying to sound casual. "Uh, I've been trying to reach Hugh, but he's not answering my calls. Have you talked to him?" “Yeah, he’s right here.”

"What?" you exclaim, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Fucking busted. “you need him?” Ryan asks. You scoff and hold in your anger. “Nope. All good.” You hang up in fury.

And why was Hugh not answering your calls? His anger flared as he scrolled through the pictures, his eyes scanning each one intently. Seeing another man's hand on your waist ignited a fierce jealousy within him, stirring primal possessiveness deep in his soul.

He had no right to expect you to keep him in the loop about the open relationship, especially considering that you hadn't discussed boundaries and expectations. Hugh's mind wrestled with his emotions, his heart conflicted between his possessive nature and his belief in your freedom to choose.

You step onto the stage, the bright lights surrounding you as the crowd roars with excitement. The energy is electric, and you feel the thrill of the performance igniting within you.

As you sing, dance, and engage with the crowd, you momentarily forget your worries about Hugh. The music and the adrenaline take over, drowning out everything else.

Despite your anger and frustration with him, a part of you longed for his presence. You wished for his familiar face in the crowd, his eyes watching you with that intense gaze. The disappointment gnawed at you, but you tried to push it aside, channeling your emotions into the performance.

You make your way to the airport, eager to leave the chaos of Coachella behind and return home. The fatigue sets in as you board the plane, and you find your seat, settling down for the long flight back. As the plane takes off, the lights of the city fade below, and the world blurs outside the window. You close your eyes, exhaustion seeping into every muscle. Your mind drifts, alternating between the whirlwind of the festival and your ongoing thoughts of Hugh.

You enter your apartment, the feeling of contentment washing over you as you shut the door behind you. Taking a deep breath, you relish the familiar surroundings and the tranquility of being home, savoring the much-needed break after the whirlwind of Coachella.

A frown creases your forehead as you hear the loud knock on your door, confusion flickering across your features. You hadn't buzzed anyone up, so who could it be? With a mixture of caution and curiosity, you rise from your seat and make your way towards the door.

You open the door, peering into the hallway, and your eyes widen in surprise as you find Hugh standing there. Your heart skips a beat as his name leaves your lips. "Hugh?" you repeat, your confusion growing.

He steps inside, his voice quick and urgent as he speaks.

"I had to see you," he repeats, his eyes searching yours. "I need to know... why? I thought we were doing fine." There's a mixture of vulnerability and confusion in his voice, as if he's grasping for an explanation, desperate to understand the state of your relationship.

You’re even more confused now. “What are you talking about? You haven’t been answering my calls!” Hugh rubs a hand across his face, a pained expression on his face. "I... I know," he replies, his voice filled with frustration. "But you were all over some other guy the night after I left. How am I supposed to feel about that?"

He meets your gaze, his eyes reflecting a mix of jealousy and hurt. Your confusion reaches a new height as Hugh accuses you of dancing with another man. You furrow your brow, completely bewildered by his accusation. "What guy?" you repeat, unable to recall any instance of you dancing with another man.

"Hugh, I don't understand. I didn't dance with anyone," you assure him, trying to understand where his sudden anger is coming from.

As Hugh shows you the photo on his phone, your eyes widen with realization, and a burst of laughter escapes you. There on the screen is a picture of you with Joe, your very much married and homosexual best friend.

Your laughter fills the room, a mixture of relief and amusement overwhelming you. You couldn't help but find this mix-up both ridiculous and hilarious.

"Hugh," you say between fits of laughter, "This is my best friend - Joe. He's gay and married! That's his husband in the next picture."

You take the phone from Hugh's hands, swiping through the pictures, showing him the proof of your friendship with Joe.

Hugh's face flushes with embarrassment as he realizes his mistaken assumption. "Oh," he mutters, the redness on his cheeks revealing his chagrin.

He takes a moment to process the revelation, suddenly feeling rather foolish for jumping to conclusions and assuming the worst.

“Wait let me understand this. You got jealous and just decided to not return my calls?” You scoff. “And I’m supposed to be the immature one.” Hugh's expression shifts from embarrassment to defensiveness. "Well, what was I supposed to feel when I saw pictures of you with another man?" he retorts, his voice a mix of frustration and justification.

He averts his gaze momentarily, feeling the weight of his hasty decision. "I just... I got carried away. I acted immaturely, I guess," he concedes reluctantly, his pride stung by the realization. You smile at him softly and pat his cheek. “Yes, you did, honey.”

Hugh pouts slightly at your gentle rebuke, his ego dented by your words. However, the affectionate pat on his cheek and the endearing term "honey" soften his initial reaction. "Yeah, yeah, I did," he admits, his tone now carrying a hint of sheepishness.

There's a hint of satisfaction in your eyes as you observe his jealous behavior. Deep down, a part of you feels reassured by his possessiveness. It confirms that he truly cares about you and has feelings on a deeper level. “You were jealous.”

Hugh reluctantly nods, unable to deny the truth in your statement. "Yeah, I was jealous," he admits with a mixture of reluctance and vulnerability.

His expression softens, his gaze meeting yours. "I don't like seeing you with someone else. It... it drives me crazy."

Hugh can feel the magnetic pull between you, the heat of desire coursing through his veins as your nose brushes against his. Your lips are tantalizingly close as you speak, “why don’t you show me?” His breath hitches in anticipation.

A low growl escapes his throat as your request registers in his mind. "Show you, huh?" His voice comes out in a low, gravelly tone.

In a swift motion, he grabs you, pulling you onto his lap. His lips crush against yours, hungry and demanding. You respond eagerly, opening your mouth to the invasion of his tongue, your hands threading through his hair.

He breaks the kiss, panting, and whispers against your lips, "You're mine, remember that. Only mine."

"Always," you breathe, your voice hoarse with desire. "But you know I love it when you remind me."

Hugh's hands slide under your shirt, his rough palms caressing the softness of your skin. He cups your breasts, thumbs teasing your nipples through the lace of your bra, making you arch into his touch.

"You like that, don't you?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "Knowing I'm the only one who can touch you like this."

You nod, unable to form words as his fingers work their magic, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. He unhooks your bra with practiced ease, baring your breasts to his hungry gaze.

"Such perfect tits," he groans, bending to take a nipple into his mouth. His tongue teases the sensitive peak, alternating between gentle licks and hard sucks that have you moaning and writhing on his lap.

His hands travel lower, fingers slipping under the waistband of your shorts, and in one smooth motion, he rubs against your wetness.

"Fuck, you're soaked," he grunts, his fingers delving into your pussy. "All for me, huh?"

You nod, your head thrown back as his fingers find your sweet spot, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

"Say it," he demands, his voice hoarse. "Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours," you gasp, your body trembling on the edge of release. "Only yours, Hugh. Please..."

He chuckles darkly, his fingers moving faster, driving you closer to the brink. "Not yet, baby. I want you to beg."

You whimper your need for release building to an almost unbearable intensity. "Please, Hugh," you plead. "I need you inside me. Fuck me, please."

With a growl, he lifts you off his lap, standing to tear at his clothes. You mirror his actions, shedding your clothes in a rush, until you're both naked, skin flushed with desire.

He guides you to the bedroom, pushing you onto the bed, and follows, his eyes blazing with possession. He positions himself between your spread legs, his cock hard and throbbing, poised at your entrance.

"Tell me again," he demands, his voice thick with need. "Who do you belong to?"

"You, Hugh," you pant, your hands gripping the sheets. "I'm yours." With a rough thrust, he buries himself deep within you, claiming you with one powerful stroke. You cry out, your body welcoming the invasion, stretching to accommodate his thickness.

Hugh sets a relentless pace, pounding into you, his hips slamming against yours. You match his rhythm, rising to meet each thrust, your bodies slapping together in a primal dance.

"That's it, baby," he grunts, his hands gripping your hips. "Take it all. Show me how much you want me." You cry out his name, your nails digging into his back, urging him deeper. The room fills with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and your moans of pleasure.

As he fucks you, he leans down, his mouth capturing a nipple, sucking and biting gently. The combination of sensations drives you wild, your orgasm building to an explosive peak.

"Hugh, I'm gonna come!" you scream, your body tensing.

"Do it," he growls, his pace increasing. "Come all over my cock, baby." His words push you over the edge, and you shatter around him, your pussy clenching and releasing his throbbing cock in waves of ecstasy. He follows, groaning your name, as he empties himself deep inside you, his hot cum mingling with your juices.

You lie panting, your bodies slick with sweat, as the echoes of pleasure fade. Hugh collapses beside you, pulling you close, his hand stroking your hair. "You’re all mine," he whispers, his voice satisfied. "Always remember that, baby."

You smile, contentment, and love flooding through you. "Always yours, Hugh."

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writing-whump · 4 months ago

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Sol, I have an idea, but its a bit detailed, so feel free to ignore this!

How about a little inversion and now it's Sel sick around Isaiah's family? Maybe Sel/Zaya went out for a movie and Hex/Arnie are also there (let's be real, Hex is stalking his older brother) and Isaiah is none the wiser and asks if they want to just sit together. Cut to Seline really not feeling so hot in the movie theater, but she's sitting between his brothers and would rather DIE than own up to it.

A Day at the Movies

Seline didn't particularly want to go to the cinema. Like, she was always for a cinema on principle, but there weren't any movies that caught her attention.

Besides, lately they had so much going on that they didn't have time for their movie tradition on Wednesdays and she didn't go home for two weekends because of Rip and Dylan and she still had like two essays to hand in...

But Isaiah insisted that since Rip and Dylan were officially out of the apartment, they should celebrate. Matthew smoothly excused himself from any movie date activities to go for a run in a drizzly weather.

And it wasn't a bad idea to have an official little date, just the two of them.

Seline didn't really notice with the stress and tension of caring for someone at home so intensely, but there was one thing that was definitely late.

By all means, she shouldn't have been apprehensive about the calander like right now, but forgot she should have been like two weeks ago.

So when her belly started to feel tight and her back was kind of achy as they went to get lunch and strolled around the shopping center by the Danube River, she missed the signs.

She should have known, when every child and dog they came across was making her tear up from sheer cuteness. If she knew, she would have insisted on going on sooner. First three days were always the worst, and the day before the start just a shade better.

But Isaiah was all relaxed. It was quite easy to get lost in his hold on her hand and his smiles. For once there was no role and no shadow to play and no pack to think about. She could see him unraveling into a completely different side.

They talked about movies and directions, then about her essay about dating apps changing values in society or not, then about his essay about what reading interests said about a person psychological well-being in different phases of life...

Didn't have so much time in a long time.

Seline squeezed his hand. Isaiah startled, but then kept talking, squeezing it back. This way, they squeezed their way to the cinema.

Isaiah bought the tickets, acting all puff and gentlemanly about it. Seline found it so adorable, she let him.

Newest thing playing wad Deadpool & Wolverine. Isaiah and Matthew had fun with the Deadpool series, but she successfully avoided it because of the high profanity. It scared her off enough in the trailers already.

But Wolverine was an X-men legend from her teenhood and Hugh Jackman back in his legendary role? Yep, that was worth a try on the big screen.

Isaiah was just frowning at popcorn and cola menu — too unhealthy for his tastes — when familiar figures appeared on top of the escalator.

"Oh," she said in shock as Hector and Arnie came up right in front of them.

"Oh and hey," Arnie said, big green eyes wide. "You going to see the premiere too?"

Isaiah turned around as well. "Premiere today? It's like 2 pm."

"It's the first day they are playing, so it's a premiere day," Arnie insisted.

Seline couldn't help noticing how both he and Hector basically lit up at the sight of Isaiah, though Hector was looking away and scowling. As if he could pretend that was his natural expression.

"They are playing it all day. What a coincidence you picked the same time as us," Seline said in a sweetly tone.

The comment earned her a suspiciously innocent look from Arnie and an angry huff from Hector. "You have a problem with that?"

"No, of course not," Seline said quickly with a snort.

Hector glared at her. "What, everything has to be like you want all the time? All bossy with him?"

Seline blinked, surprised by the out of nowhere attack.

"Hmm?" Isaiah lifted a quizzical eyebrow at them, not catching what the problem was about.

"What seats do you have?" Arnie interrupted quickly. "We could buy ours nearby." The youngest was eagerlystanding up on his toes to peek into Isaiah's hands.

"Don't think that's necessary," Seline said, still reeling a little at not having a response. Did Hector react like that when called out? "The theater is basically empty right now. Everything green for the big premiere."

Isaiah rolled his eyes, draping an arm around her at that, completely oblivious. "Don't judge until you see it."

"Oh, I'm very judgemental about this," Seline assured him and he laughed.

Hector and Arnie followed after them like chained. So much for a date for two.

On the other hand, maybe it would do them some good to be together? Sometimes it felt like Isaiah lived in several different worlds that never crossed each other. It would be good to integrate them more into the one he shared with her.

Not that there were many bonding opportunities in a cinema.

Aside the cuddling and hand-holding that was positively ruined, because Hector and Arnie sat right next to them. Isaiah was in the middle like a person they were all guarding, but Hector's presence was still so close.

He didn't have the same kind of sleek overwhelming aura, but the blond wolf radiated power alright. Something magnetic that made you look at him, something that wouldn't allow you to pass by without noticing him.

Where Isaiah was a looming presence in the shadows, scary in a distance kind of someone-is-watching-me-way until he stepped out, Hector was always in center. And he didn't need to say a word to do it.

Arnie was...surprisingly nowhere. She couldn't feel him at all, as they sat in the seats and waited for the lights go out.

Isaiah was diligently trying for some kind of small talk. He never bothered with that with her, but he was always different, when they were alone. Count other people into the mix and he changed colours like a chameleon. Trying to get along with everyone.

No, not trying. He could actually do it. Mirror anyone's interests, put the most quiet person in the room into focus and make them open up.

Right now he was coaxing up grumbly answers out of Hector and chirpy monologues out of Arnie.

Was the kid's lack of presence caused by his brothers overshadowing him with their own? Was it that she spend the last two weeks in a witch mode, reaching for her magic, her senses, to reach towards Rip, the apartment, that she felt the wolves, but not the human?

Was it a quality specific to him?

Well, maybe she would find out things from the cinema after all.

Trailers and ads started playing. Isaiah got quickly invested in the upcoming movies, leaning over her ear whenever he saw something he absolutely needed to see with her.

To her surprise, he did a similar thing to Hector and Arnie too, pointing out movies and directions they would surely like. Not as often as to her, but still.

It was sweet, like a little project of his. Seline wouldn't have guessed movies were something he could bond over with them too.

As the trailers got replaced with specific product ads, Seline's stomach gave an angry twist that had her frowning.

Her lower belly was tight and coiled, and there was this familiar pressure and a flash of hotness. She was sweating, although the cinema AC was blasting her in the face.

Did they eat something off? No way, they had salads and the meat tasted good. And they had the same thing and Isaiah was fine.

Something she ate on her own? They were on the same diet for the past weeks, not coming out of the house.

What was this supposed to mean?

The angry gurgly twist had her tentatively playing a hand on her stomach. It was sort of bloated under her dress, she didn't actually notice right after lunch...

Another, more familiar sensation creeper up a bit lower and the realisation hit her. Ah, that.

Okay, no panick. She just needed to get to a bathroom, she had pads in her handbag, she even had painkillers for the cramps, it was fine...

It would be fine, if she didn't have to go through freaking everyone starting Isaiah, Hector and Arnie to get out. She could just go from the other end, but then she would have to walk right in front of the screen everyone was watching to get to the exit.

Who went to the bathroom five minutes after the movie started?

Maybe she could still say she forgot to go before the movie. But that was still emberassing as hell.

She could slip out through one of the lower rows, then she wouldn't be so noticeable.

Seline gathered her nerve through the whole opening sequence, but the growing urgency to get to safety as her belly turned with vicious cramps had her on her toes. She couldn't concentrate on the movie at all.

She gave Isaiah's hand a squeeze, alerting him she would be back in a bit and creeped out of the cinema, feeling like a very badly trained thief.

Everything secured in the bathroom with no proofs or accidents brought her some relief. Unfortunately, the cramps really didn't, only growing in intensity.

She hated the first day. Everything hurt, her stomach, her back, her skin felt all flushed and sensitive. She wanted to go home, take a long overwarm bath and then curl up in her bed with a heating pad and watch her favourite movies. Not go back to those cold cinema seats, trying to keep herself from hunching over from the cramps she couldn't even soothe with a warm touch.

Did Hector and Arnie really have to show up today of all days?

If it was just Isaiah she could probably ask him to go home with her. Maybe. Probably. She didn't want to admit something like this was enough to get to her, she was supposed to handle this properly and womanly and all that, right?

As emberassing as that would be, she wouldn't mind asking him or making an excuse about not feeling well — which wasn't a lie — if his damn brothers weren't sitting right next to him!

Seline curled up on the floor in the stall, drawing her knees to her. Her eyes burned from her dilemma, which she knew from experience was not a adequate or real reaction, just hormones blowing up something tiny out of proportions.

Didn't help with feeling utterly pathetic. The clock ticked viciously by. Her phone was vibrating with asking messages if she was alright.

If she didn't come up with an excuse soon, she could as well be seconf-handly emberassed from not returning from the bathroom for too long.

What if she just went home?

Yeah, but that would have Isaiah shooting up and abandoning the movie and making a fuss, and that was what she didn't need at all right now. Or him looking too much into what was wrong or being all helpful and open in front of Hector and Arnie.

Geez, geez, she sure was making a big deal out of nothing, wasn't she?

Seline curled up back around her belly, forehead against her knees. She took paralen against the cramping, although she preferred not to go for medication every month, that was unhealthy. But emergency situations...not that it helped. It didn't even take the edge of it, simply that bad this month.

She wanted her herbal tea and her drops and her fucking bed, thank you. How could anyone expect her to walk witn this kind of pain?

And why did no one come up with something more effective for a problem concerning 50% of humanity, Jesus Christ?

If that wasn't enough, she also felt a tinge of nausea joining the chorus of her problems.

That one was rare. Usually just when she was stressed out - ah, that made sense, then.

After another message from Isaiah, she decided on her answer. Don't like the movie, but enjoy yourselves, guys. I'm gonna stop by the bookstore.

That was a believable excuse. Isaiah knew she couldn't be left in a bookstore unsupervised, if she wasn't to lose herself there for a couple of hours.

Worries settled, she finally unglued herself from the bathroom floor. Splashing some water on her face felt nice, but it didn't really help with the weird splotchy redness.

Seline kept her hands wrapped around her belly, dreading to come out the empty bathrooms and having to let go in the hall.

Slowly, she pushed the heavy door open. Where would she go? Actually to the bookstore? Hide away in a coffee house out of sight? It all sounded terrible.

"So this is where you went."

Seline jumped at the voice right next to her, hand shooting up to her chest. "A-Arnie?"

Youngest Wolfson stood with his arms crossed against the wall right on the crossroad between the public toilets.

"What—what are you doing here?"

Arnie shrugged. "I thought you looked funny, when you left. When you weren't answering for so long I figured something was wrong."

That surprised her. She didn't think she was such a bad actress and Arnie didn't know her all that much to see through her.

"I'm good with people emotions. Not with people, mind you," he said with a slight grin. "So what's the diagnosis, doc?"

Seline paled, hugging herself. "Nothing."

"Uhm," Arnie said sarcastically. "Do you want to sit down for this 'nothing'?"

The hallway in front of the actual cinema rooms were filled with dark blue cushioned sofas. Always in pairs facing each other, which created an illusion of privacy.

Seline gave a tight nod and let Arnie pick a sofa, the farthest away from other people killing time before a movie started.

She sat down, still hunched over herself, glaring at her feet. Sitting on the side with her legs crossed, at least she felt like she could hold her falling apart organs together better.

Arnie sat across her, watching her intently. "Nausous?"

Seline took a breath to deny it, but then snapped her lips shut. She would not admit to it, but she also didn't want to lie.

"Look, I'm good at seeing it. When something is wrong I know before Hector does. It's fine."

Seline was silent for a long minute. "It's not—I'm not gonna be sick or anything. Just generally..." she gestured towards him that the word he used was right.

Arnie clapped his hands together. "Alright. I'm gonna get you a big coke, cause someone said it helped with nausea," he said, giving a wink at her shocked expression. That was what she advised Hector the last time he was sick. "I'm well informed about you too, you see?" Arnie said, all smug. "Anything else I could get you? Pharmacy is just down the stairs and there is a Billa nearby..."

She shook her head.

"Any particular reason why you not telling Isaiah? I'm pretty sure he believes you would tell him if something was wrong, and that you are just protesting the movie."

Seline made a face, wincing at another cramp. "It's nothing. He likes this kind of stuff and it's not like everything has to be like how I want all the time."

Arnie rolled his eyes, immediately knowing what she meant. He didn't miss that exchange. "Don't let Hex's remarks get to you. He is all bark and no bite."

She couldn't meet his eyes again. Definitely too sensitive to be fair about anything right now.

Something warm landed across her shoulders. She flinched from the touch and looked up at Arnie draping his jacket over her. Seriously, the kid didn't have a presence.

"Sorry. Thought you looked cold." His smugness wavered, green eyes wide in his face, suddenly unsure how welcome his interventions were.

"Ah, yes," Seline said, huddling into the jacket. It smelled after his perfume, one she didn't know and couldn't place.

When he turned away, she caught the end of his sleeve. "Hey, Arnie? Thank you?"

He smiled at that. "No prob."

#sickfic #whump #hurt/comfort #stomachache #period cramps #my writing #werewolf wip #Seline #this went into a bit different direction

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