#his fridge was always full. his tv always on the right channel. his picture on the wall always hung properly.

[flash-from-the-past]

Oggy Moshi

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

i had a craving for some warm apple cider and it reminded me of etrry. he would fuck that shit up omg omg christian girl fall is totally alienrry he would love going to the apple orchards and shit

The first time he tries a pumpkin spice latte, his feedback makes Y/N’s stomach flutter with endearment.

Harry smack his lips as he savors the spices and cozy notes in the drink, furrowing his brows in thought as he picks through all of the different emotions the taste produces. After a moment, his entire body relaxes, and a homey smile makes its way across his dimpled cheeks. “It tastes the way a warm hug feels.”

Y/N’s lips twitch as she sips from her own drink, letting his interpretation sink in. He’s recently taken to relating flavors to feelings and experiences, and the analogies he conjures up always amuse her to no end. “That was pretty poetic of you.”

Harry simpers over the brim of the coffee cup, hugging it with both hands as indulges another gulp. “Thank you, I think.”

She can’t help but notice how big his hands are— how they easily dwarf the paper mug, and how pretty his nails look covered in sage green polish (she’d painted them that color for the sake of irony, and he’d thought the joke was hilarious). The more she dwells on every detail of his hands— the veins that chisel over the back as he tightens his hold, or the length of his nimble fingers, or the small alien hieroglyphic tattoo along the area between his index finger and thumb— the more her thoughts derail towards the graphic end of the spectrum. Specifically, how he’d had those same hands all over her body the night prior.

How they had been tangled in her hair as they stumbled towards her room blindly, too lost in the sensation of each other’s lips to give anything else much attention. How his hands had felt as they hurriedly coasted down her chest and along the bottom of her sweatshirt, pulling it off in one swift motion so he could taste every inch of her skin, his tongue leaving a sweltering heat along her cleavage. How they had gripped her knees and spread them open as he situated himself onto his stomach on the mattress, a faint white cast sheathing his irises as he’d seen the way she was already dripping in anticipation. How his palms had held her down to the bed as he’d bobbed his head between her thighs, his tongue lapping at her sloppily as he’d moaned into her clit, the sound wet and guttural as his back muscles visibly tightened while she’d tugged at his curls and scratched at his scalp. How one hand had grasped her hip desperately as the other wrapped around her throat, its first two fingers weighing on her tongue as she’d sucked on them feverishly, wisps of his name escaping her throat as he’d pounded raw pleasure into the pit of her tummy. How he’d whimpered and gasped into her ear as his nails dug memories into the skin of her waist, and how she’d caught a glimpse of his fingerprints this morning in the mirror, dusted across her flesh in the form of bruises.

Harry’s voice yanks the girl out of her head. “What are you drinking?”

Y/N isn’t really one to crave coffee during the afternoon, so she’d picked up a bottle of rosé on the way home from grocery shopping, right before going to the drive-through at the nearest Starbucks to get him his beverage. He’d seen a commercial for it on TV the other day, and had expressed his interest for it during breakfast as she’d shoveled scrambled eggs onto a plate while he cut up a green apple across the kitchen island, popping a slice into his mouth while neatly organizing the others along his circular platter. And how could she say no to him, especially when he’d been standing there with such a hopeful look in those olive green puppy eyes, his cheeks puffed out with fruit and her teeth marked all over his neck and chest.

“It’s, uhm—” She clears her throat roughly, expelling the image of Harry’s toned stomach and thick happy trail from her brain. She snaps her gaze up to meet his, and the blissfully unaware innocence behind his tone and over his features makes blood rush to her cheeks. “It’s rosé.”

Harry sets down his cup carefully on her coffee table, shifting further back onto the couch and slouching into the cushions, his legs spreading open casually as he settles in. “That’s a type of alcohol, correct?”

Y/N glances down at his thighs momentarily, where his mesh shorts are riding up dangerously high. “Yep.”

If he notices, he doesn’t to show it, seen in how his accent maintains the same nonchalant curiosity as before. He throws an arm around her shoulders easily, scooting his body closer to her own across the sofa. He’s gotten way touchier since they started sleeping together, and she can’t say she doesn’t like it. She likes it more than she should, probably.

“The same liquid in those spiked ciders you got me last time? The sour one that incapacitates you?”

Y/N scoffs lightly at his accurate description, willingly leaning into his torso and folding her legs up under herself as she props her wine glass on her knee. “Mmhm. But that only happened because you drank the entire pack like a moron, remember?”

Harry rolls his eyes at her chastising tone and flat expression. “How was I supposed to know?”

“Maybe you should have asked me before randomly drinking things from that shelf in the fridge.”

“You were in the shower.”

“You could have waited.”

“I was thirsty.”

“There’s a water filter at the sink.”

“I wanted juice.”

“There was grape juice beside the milk.”

“I wanted apple and the bottles had pictures of them on the label. My apologies for using my practical thinking skills and measures of deduction.”

Y/N sighs in good-natured exasperation, shoving him with her shoulder as revenge for his snarky comebacks. “Well, look where your practical thinking skills and measures of deduction got you— bent over the toilet bowl with puke shooting out of your nostrils. Now you know that anything with the word, ‘alcohol’ on it needs to be taken in moderation. Right?”

“Absolutely.”

“Good.” The young woman takes a sip from her glass, savoring it patiently as the sweet and tangy flavor filters through her taste buds. “Lesson learned, then.”

“Unfortunately.” The alien deadpans, pinching along the underside of her underarm just to feel her squirm and squeak. He smiles childishly at her reaction, giggling as she curses at him under her breath.

“You almost made me spill my drink.” She grumbles, getting comfortable once more against his warm body. “And this is the good stuff, too. I’d break the bottle over your head.”

“A bit rash, I think.” Harry snorts sarcastically, eyeing the pink moscato for a moment as it swishes inside her chilled cup, her fingers leaving smudges in the condensation. He then lilts his gaze back towards her own, his tone soft and full of wonder. “Can I try?”

“Promise not to throw up all over my floor again?” The girl quips tauntingly, jutting her chin towards her rug symbolically.

Harry exhales in surrendered embarrassment, lifting his hand and hooking their pinkies together. “Pinky swear.”

Y/N nods her head in the agreement, fending off a fond grin as she lifts the glass to his plush, rosy lips. “Go ahead, then, Area 51.”

The alien snorts softly at the nickname, well aware of its origins now that he’s learned more about Earth’s relationship with extraterrestrial components. Those documentaries on the Discovery Channel are quite educational.

Harry sifts his mouth over the rim of the glass, making eye contact with Y/N to let her know he’s ready for her to pour the drink in. She tilts the wine, watching it funnel past his lips to gauge how much is an adequate amount. She pulls back, observing as he nurses the liquid pensively, his brows creasing like before as he distinguishes all the different flavors present. He smacks his lips again, blinking slowly as he forms his opinion, licking at a drop that had escaped the corner of his mouth.

“So?” Y/N inquires, raising an eyebrow expectantly. “What’s it taste like?”

Harry cranes his sight over to her, the studious expression on his face melting into one of slight smugness, as if what he’s about to say is something amusing. The left edge of his mouth jolts upwards, a sly smirk carving its way across his face as he presses his tongue along the inside of his cheek almost arrogantly, his eyes raking down her body in an objectifying once-over. His descent stops at her clasped thighs, which he focuses on for a few seconds longer than she deems acceptable, and then his gaze travels back up to lock with her own. There’s now a different type of darkness to the jade swirling around his pupils, electrified by something he has yet to express to her fully, but seems excited to do so.

The young man leans forward, and Y/N almost falls back at the sudden closeness of their proximity. He ghosts his lips over the curve of her jaw and across the slope of her cheekbone, stopping at the shell of her ear as if he wants to share a secret. He drags his pillowy lips over the area with every intention to rile her up, his skin cool and damp from the beverage, but unbelievably warm beneath the initial shock of that caveat. His breath carries the same juxtaposing sensations— it’s cold on impact, but heats up the farther it travels across the side of her face and down to the pulse in her neck. His words are low and heavy, but sultry and smooth like the wine they’d shared; a seductive whisper that intoxicates her in a fiery manner that no amount of alcohol ever could.

“It tastes like sex. It tastes the way you do between your thighs, and it feels the way you feel when I’m buried between your legs. And if I close my eyes and savor it, I can taste you whining my name into my mouth, and I can taste you begging for it on my tongue.”

[sunnysidevans]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 : 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

Summary: Everyone goes through stages in life, meeting new people, falling in love, getting married , having children. Some people think it won’t happen to them but maybe fate hadn’t lead you in the right direction.

Warnings: fluffy!! mentions of anxiety but mostly fluff!!

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

PREVIOUS STAGE | THE STAGES MASTERLIST

Authors Note: I am so sorry about this. I am always aplogizing, I wanted to get this out sooner. I promise to be up to date on this one and the next. One last part!! enjoy!!

Making your way in the door, bags in tow you couldn’t be more excited to see the dog-hair overruled rug in front of the front door. A month away was much needed but you were never so excited to be in Massachusetts. Smiling, you set your bags down as Chris followed suit and looked around the house. “Scott!” you yelled and soon two barreling bodies on four legs came running from around the corner. Laughing you caught Zeus as Dodger made his way to Chris, making your way to the floor you couldn’t help but laugh as you smiled and received the many kisses from your and Chris's kids. As you two switched dogs and you got the love from dodger and he got his love from Zeus you finally made your way to your feet and met the eyes of your brother in law standing in the doorway, “please you’ve been gone a month and you're more excited to see them than me and I took care of the damn things!” he held his hands out in exaggeration as you laughed. You made your way to Scott in his open arms and squeezed him tight, happy to be home.

“So, how was it?!” Scott asked as you made your way to the kitchen to sit at the table as Chris let the dogs outside. You sat down at the table as Scott joined across from you “it was so beautiful, I adored every second of it” You smiled grabbing your phone from your pocket to show him a few pictures to pass the time. “Now you definitely made me a niece or nephew right?” he replied as you were mid story, you choked and laughed "What?" you asked looking up at him from where you were sitting “Listen, I already see how great of parents you two are going to be, I just need to be an uncle again okay!” he held his arms out and laughed as you laughed softly, you were not expecting him to come right out with it. “What’s going on in here?” Chris’s voice boomed as it was followed by the pitter patter of the dog's paws, “oh nothing, (Y/N) were just talking right?” Scott asked as you nodded still taken back by the question. You sat back as you didn’t even give a thought that you and Chris were unprotected the whole time, you shook it off, you were married now it was normal to be unprotected on a honeymoon, right? 

You were unpacking in the bedroom when Chris bounced down on the bed with a grin, “as much as I loved the month off, I am so thankful to be home” he sighed happily as he fell back on the bed. You grinned and nodded in agreement as you put the dirty laundry between each suitcase in the correct laundry basket, “You okay?” he asked as you were awfully quiet, you were nervous as you knew you couldn’t hide this from your husband. You nodded, “Scott asked me if we made him an uncle while we were gone” you looked at him biting your lip as he smiled walking to meet you where you were standing. “You seem.. Upset about that?” he questioned as you looked at him shaking your head quickly “no no i’m far from upset I just want to make sure, if we did make a baby while there would it be the right timing?” you asked looking up at him as he smiled sadly. “Is this about my projects and such?” he asked as you nodded slightly “I don’t expect you to be at my beck and call and I don’t expect you to be with me 24/7 but when the baby comes.. It's going to need us both, IF I do come down pregnant” you said as you laughed “if I do get pregnant I mean” you finished as you watched him. Chris stood tall as he took your hands in his and squeezed them gently, messing with the wedding ring on your finger “we will figure it out when it comes okay?” you nodded in response, as you leaned up and kissed him softly. 

You continued to try wracking your brain around the possibility of maybe being pregnant. You had no reason to think it but your anxiety was getting the better of you, over thinking the whole thing it kept you up the rest of the night. Looking over at the clock you noticed the bright red letter read “1:22 AM” as you sighed softly and pulled the covers back. Putting your slippers on you quietly opened and closed the door as you slipped downstairs, to avoid waking your husband. Sitting down on the couch you were met with Dodger climbing beside you, you smiled as you pet behind his ears, whispering to him “Hi buddy” you smiled as he huffed, laying his head in your lap. You turned the tv on and turned it to a random channel as you sat back, petting dodger absentmindly. “Would you want to be a big brother bud?” you looked down at the dog in your lap as you continued messing with his ears gently, he huffed in response, you realized Zeus was better at advice. You jumped awake as you felt a hand on your shoulder, looking up you met Chris’s tired eyes. "What are you doin down here?” he whispered as you scooted over so he could sit beside you, you laid your head on his shoulder “I couldn’t sleep," you replied. You felt your eyes start getting heavy as you finally fell back to sleep after a few more minutes, "let's get you to bed” he whispered as he carried you up to the bedroom. 

A MONTH LATER

About two weeks after coming home you began to feel sick. Your anxiety had left you alone for the first week and you hadn’t thought to think of pregnancy as you continued to have aches and some vomiting. You laid on the couch as you continued to work from home as you were unsure of what was going on. You typed up papers and did virtual calls in the living room between bathroom visits. You had finished submitting an email to your firm as you heard a knock on the door. You stood and made your way to the door with your robe and pajamas, opening the door you were met with Chris’s mom, Lisa. “Lisa!” you said in surprise as you moved aside to let her in, “Chris says you aren’t feeling well, and with him in meetings and you being you, he wanted me to make sure you ate” she made her way to the kitchen as you followed after shutting the door. You smiled “that’s amazing Lisa��� you replied as you smiled at her as she set the bag down and pulled out tupperware dishes. “Okay so we have, Chicken noodle, loaded baked potato and chedda-” she began to ramble the soups in each bin as you cut her off making your way up to the bathroom at the top of the steps.

Emptying the contents of what was in your stomach you pushed your hair back as you felt a hand on your back “oh honey” she whispered as you shut the toilet lid and flushed it. Standing up you looked back at her as she handed you a towel. "Are you sure you're okay?” she asked softly, moving a piece of your hair off your forehead gently. You nodded as she pulled you into a hug and whispered in your ear “You know, when I was pregnant with Chris I had constant morning sickness.. Honey, I may take a test” she smiled at you softly as you both pulled away from the hug. After Lisa left you took care of the tupperware dishes of soups and leaned against the fridge door. You knew you had to go to the drug store and pick up a test. You sat and contemplated going to the store before you finally decided against it. After a few hours you finally felt it was time to face your fear and go to the store. Making it to the drug store down the road was easier than you had anticipated and you made your way into the aisle. Looking through as the boxes made your head hurt as you were so confused by what was good and what wasn’t. “First time?” a middle aged woman asked as she entered the aisle, you nodded, pulling the sleeves of your sweater over your hands. She smiled at you and picked up a box “this is the one I used for my first one, I recommend it” she smiled as you nodded looking at the box. 

You made it home as easily and made your way upstairs. You couldn’t believe you were taking a test. The anxiety you had at first was creeping back up on you as you sat down on the toilet and set the test on the counter. Sitting on the toilet you stared off at the random decor you and Chris had in the bathroom. You began to pick at the nail polish on your fingers as you bit your lip, your knee bouncing, you were anxious and it was eating you alive. You jumped at the sound of your phone alarm as you looked at it to shut it off. Taking a deep breath you grabbed the test off the counter, counting to ten you closed your eyes. As you reached ten you opened your eyes and looked down at the tiny piece of plastic in your hand, as you opened your eyes the words read out to you “POSITIVE”. Your lip shook as you covered your mouth, tears forming in your eyes as you sniffled, you were having a baby. Grabbing your phone you quickly typed up a quick text to Lisa, simply reading “you were right”.

After a few days you had your first appointment with your doctor where you were able to get the full details. You were about 7 weeks. Getting the sonogram wasn’t much but you cried sitting in the office chair as you held the tiny picture in your hands, you couldn’t see much but you knew a little bundle of you and Chris grew inside of you. After contemplating the last few days you knew you had to tell him in a special way. He was going to be over the moon and you couldn’t wait to see his reaction. After countless Pinterest scrolls you finally found how you would tell him. Making your way inside the house you called out, “Chris!” you slid your shoes off “In the office!” he replied. You smiled as you held the small gift bag, making your way to the office you smiled as you saw him at his desk. You made your way over to him as you held the gift bag out to him. "What's this?” he asked as you smiled shrugging “just open it” you smiled as you sat on the edge of his desk as he took the bag into his lap. Tearing through the wrapping paper, Chris pulled out the mug that read “#1 dad”, holding the mug in his hands, his eyebrows furrowed, he tilted his head. After a few minutes he looked between you and the mug as soon a paper fell from inside the mug falling in his lap, picking it up he saw the sonogram photo. “Oh my god” he whispered softly as you finally smiled, “are we having a baby?!” he asked as you nodded eagerly. Screaming Chris set the mug down and tackled you, gently into a hug. As you hugged him back as tightly as you could you heard the sniffles from your shoulder and his soft whisper “I’m going to be a dad”. 

After a few weeks you and Chris had scheduled a photoshoot to announce the pregnancy. You knew you should announce it to family first but you had informed him that his mom was the reason you already knew about your baby. You stood at the mirror as you adjusted the dress on your body, as Chris slowly approached. Wrapping his arms around you, resting his hands on your belly he smiled “I can’t believe we're having a baby," he smiled as he kissed the top of your head “a little cheese fry” you laughed at his reply. You finally made it out of the house with your small family and to the location the photographer had recommended, getting out you couldn’t help but smile and knew this place was going to be perfect. You got Dodger and Zeus ready as Chris and the photographer spoke about how they’d like to proceed. You smiled as you pinned the “big brother” bandannas on Dodger and Zeus and couldn’t help and coo at them, "My big boys," you smiled as Chris yelled for you, "C'mon baby lets get started!”. You posed beside Chris as you both held your small bump, Dodger sitting in front of you and Chris. After many shots later you and the boys were ready to head home.

A few days later you and Chris received the photos from the photographer as Chris paid extra for them to be edited in top priority. As you and Chris scrolled through them the one of the four of you was your favorite, you had to definitely frame a few of them for Lisa as Christmas presents. Chris grinned from beside you as your phone had buzzed multiple times on the bedside table, as you sat there with your book in hand you furrowed your eyebrows and looked over at him. "What did you do?” you asked as he shrugged with a grin. Grabbing your phone you clicked the notifications and smiled at the photo Chris decided to post of the four of you with the caption “Looks like Zeus and Dodger are getting promotions”. You laughed as you smiled. “I think that's my favorite," he whispered as you smiled leaning over to kiss him. You nodded as you sat back against the headboard with a smile. Thinking back you couldn’t help to be so excited, you were going to have a baby with the love of your life, A little cheese fry.

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[call-me-rei]

Candy Conversations

***Just warning you now, this one is rated R***

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I love February. Love is always in the air for the first two weeks and then we start to fade from winter to spring in the last two weeks. Everything feels nice and cozy.

The entire month is great, but I especially love two specific days of the month: the tenth and the fourteenth.

February 10 is my fiancé, Vic’s, birthday. Ever since we started dating, I’ve always tried to make that day special for him. Some years I’d make a nice dinner, others I’d take us out to do something new. Last year I booked us a trip to Yellowstone for his twenty-ninth birthday. We saw the geysers and made love in the hot springs in the dark. It was a wonderful memory.

This year though Vic had to work late on his birthday. He was so exhausted when he came home that he wasn’t in the mood to do anything that night; he didn’t even have dinner. He apologized profusely the next morning and I told him we could make up for it on Valentine’s Day if he wanted. He agreed and we left it at that. I would’ve said or done more, but I didn’t want to ruin the surprise I had for him.

“Okay babe, I’m leaving.” I looked up from the coffee pot and toward my future husband. He walked in wearing a dark grey suit with a black tie and light blue dress shirt. I bit my lip as I looked him up and down.

Damn, I sure knew how to pick an outfit. And a man.

“You look so good,” I whispered as I pulled him in by his tie. His hands found their way to my hips as our lips connected. I savored the feeling of our lips moving together and pushed myself closer to him. His grip on my hips tightened, and so did the space in my pants.

“Babe,” Vic groaned against my lips. I sighed and pulled away, knowing what he would say. And even though I knew it wasn’t his fault, I couldn’t help but pout.

Vic had been incredibly busy lately. His company had the chance to sign on a new client and he was in charge of the pitch for them. While this was a great opportunity, it meant that he was working long hours and barely had time to spend with me. I knew he hated it as much as I did, but it was his job and he couldn’t help it.

I just wish it didn’t interfere with our sex life. I missed being kissed like I’d just kissed him. I missed touching him and feeling his skin on mine, his body against mine as we held each other through our movements and sweat and moans. God, I missed sex with him. We hadn’t been intimate in almost a month and it was getting to me.

I shook those thoughts from my mind as best I could and finished getting Vic’s coffee together. It wasn’t long before I felt his arms snake around my waist and his chin on my shoulder.

“I loved my note,” I said softly. I saw him smile from the corner of my eye and kiss my cheek.

On special days like Valentine’s Day and my birthday, or hell, even a random Tuesday, Vic would leave sticky notes with sweet messages for me to find. This morning I found one on the coffee machine that read:

Waking up to you gives me a better feeling than a cup of coffee ever could ♡

“There’s a few more of them hidden around.”

“I know. I can’t wait to find them all.” I turned my head and kissed him, more innocently this time.

“I hope you can find them all before I get home. I love your reactions whenever I do this.” I giggled. He was referring to the fact that I always sent him cute pictures or videos whenever I found one of his messages. They always made my day and he needed to know.

“What time do you think you’ll be home today?”

He smiled. “I’ll be back by five. There’s no way in hell I’m staying late today.” I couldn’t help the grin that stretched across my face. Vic wasn’t one to forget important days in our relationship, so I should’ve figured that he would do everything in his power to spend Valentine’s with me.

I nudged him back so he would let go of me, then I wrapped my arms around his neck. Once again, his hands made their way to my hips and we shared a sweet kiss. “I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you, too.” He pecked my lips then reached behind me to pick up his travel mug of coffee and his lunch that I’d put on the counter. “I’ll see you tonight.” I nodded and watched as he walked out of the house.

I sighed and made my way to our bedroom. I’d woken up before Vic to get his things ready, so I hadn’t washed my face or brushed my hair. I walked into the bathroom to get ready for the day and was met with another one of my fiancé’s sweet notes.

You look breathtaking at every moment of the day. I’m so lucky I get to look at you

I blushed like he was saying those words to me and snapped a mirror selfie to send to him.

I found this one. You’re sweet 😊

V: I’m also lucky but I already said that in the note 😉

Lol shut up

Shouldn’t you be driving?

V: I was about to but I tried to put my coffee in the cupholder and I found these

He’d sent a photo of the three candy hearts I put in his cupholder this morning when he was getting dressed. From left to right they said, “Be Mine,” “I’m Yours,” and “Love Ya.”

V: I’m yours too bb. I love you so much! ♥

A warm feeling flowed through me when I read his message. I smiled and replied:

I love you too. Have a great day 😘

V: I’ll try. I have meetings today so hopefully you can make it interesting

I chuckled. Oh, if only he knew how interesting I was planning on making it.

***

Vic had been at work for three hours and he hadn’t texted me. I knew he was in a meeting and would message me when he was out and on his lunch break, but I was bored as fuck. It was my day off and I’d already gone shopping for dinner tonight. That was all I had planned for the day.

Well, that and my surprise for him, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to start on that yet.

I huffed as I sat back against the couch and flipped through channels on the TV. Maybe I should start on his surprise. It would make both of our days more interesting.

I pondered the thought as I looked down onto the table at the note I’d found on my steering wheel.

You drive me crazy ;)

Vic had most likely put it there when he’d gotten home the night before, knowing I wouldn’t use my car until today. The note itself had me thinking. Maybe I could see just how crazy I could make him.

Without allowing for time to talk myself out of it, I pulled out my phone and opened the camera. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do, but I knew I wanted to work with the driving Vic crazy prompt. I eventually made a decision and tousled my hair a bit then started a video.

I sat back against the couch and ran my fingers through my hair then down my neck. I kept an innocent look on my face, making sure my eyes held a soft expression and my lips were pouty and parted. I licked my lips slowly then bit my bottom one, trying my best to look at the camera seductively as I did so. Then I winked and ended the video.

I drive you crazy huh? How’s this?

I knew what that video would do to him, so I sent it with the message and waited. It took a few minutes, but I got the response I was hoping for.

V: Fuck babe, the things I would do to you right now…

Calm down sir you’re at work

V: Call me sir again 😉

I rolled my eyes and ignored the message. At least I knew he wasn’t too busy for my messages. That would work in my favor for the rest of the day.

***

Another hour passed, meaning that Vic would be on his lunch break soon. We hadn’t texted since I sent him the video, so I thought it was the perfect time for part two of my surprise. With a smile I walked into the kitchen and pulled out the whipped cream from the fridge. Then I walked back to the couch and took my shirt off.

I wasn’t sure what I was doing but I knew the reaction I wanted. So I sprayed the whipped cream down my upper half, starting at my pecs and going down to just below my bellybutton. Then I started another video.

I started at my bellybutton, showing the work I’d done, then panned the camera up to just show my lips. I slowly traced a finger from my bottom lip down to my neck. My finger went farther down, making contact with the whipped cream. I collected as much of the sticky substance as I could as I went down to where the line stopped. Then I moved my finger and the camera back up to my lips and made a show of me sucking the whipped cream off of my digit. I sucked it like it was Vic’s dick, putting all of it in my mouth and running my tongue on the underside of it. Of course Vic was much bigger than my finger, but the imagery was enough to make me moan thinking about having him in my mouth again. Once my finger was clean, I stopped recording and waited for Vic’s message when he found what I left in his lunch.

Uh babe? What’s this about?

I giggled. Vic had sent a picture of the candy heart I left in his lunch. This one said “Lick Me.”

I sent him my latest video with the caption:

Do you want a taste?

It didn’t take long for him to reply.

V: I will come back home right now and taste you

Please? Maybe you can clean me up better than I just did

V: No I’ll end up making a bigger mess on you

I guess I’ll have to clean it up the same way 😉

V: Don’t tempt me Kells. I may have to teach you a lesson when I get home

I smiled triumphantly. That’s what I was hoping for.

Why not now? 😏

V: Because I wouldn’t go back to work if I came home now. And you wouldn’t be able to go to work tomorrow either

I blushed. I knew what he meant, and I was hoping he would follow through with it.

Maybe that’s what I want 😉

V: Don’t tempt me Kellin

I sighed. He was right, I was messing with him too much.

Fine. I’m gonna wash all this off and find something to do before I get ready for dinner

I locked my phone before he could respond and took it with me to the bathroom. And I had every intention of just stripping and going into the shower…

But I couldn’t help myself. I took off the rest of my clothes and posed in the mirror to where my naked butt was in full view and I was looking at it over my shoulder. I took a couple pictures and picked my favorite to send to Vic.

One more so you don’t miss me too much 😘

V: Just wait til I get home

I giggled as I read his threat and decided to leave him alone. I couldn’t wait for him to walk through our door later tonight though.

***

The rest of the afternoon was pretty uneventful. I refrained from sending Vic more pictures and videos because I knew he had an important meeting after lunch and he needed to focus. That didn’t mean I didn’t want to though. The urge was strong, but I knew he’d be upset with seeing me exposed before he had to present in front of his bosses. Presenting with a boner wasn’t ideal in his business.

I resorted back to watching TV for a couple hours before I thought it was finally time for me to start preparing dinner. I went to the kitchen and pulled out the vegetables I’d need for the meal to wash and slice them.

About another hour of prepping the side dishes and main coarse later, I was finally putting the meal together to cook. I had just put the chicken and vegetables in the oven to bake when I heard the front door open and shut. I smiled to myself knowing that my fiancé was finally home.

“Hey babe,” I called out. Footsteps followed my voice to the kitchen. “I missed you,” I said as I worked on cleaning the counter from the mess I’d made. “How was your da-”

I was cut off by Vic grabbing my upper arm to turn me around. He crashed his lips onto mine as soon as I was facing him. We moved against each other hungrily, him more so than me, touching and moaning in between heavy breaths and tight grips on the other’s clothes or body. I grinded my hips into his to try to ease the tension building in my lower half. That’s when he pulled away.

“You had me wanting to do that all day,” he said in a husky voice.

“Did I?” I asked before biting my bottom lip seductively.

He hummed as a response. "You should make it up to me. You know, if you're willing." I smiled. Vic was so sweet and always asked for my consent before we did anything rougher than usual. The fact that he was asking me at that moment meant that he had something planned for me, and I was ready for it.

"Yes, I'm willing," I answered. The look in his eyes changed instantly from caring to lustful. I knew I was in for it.

He reached forward and grabbed the back of my head, gripping onto my hair and pushing me down until I was on my knees in front of him. I adjusted myself to be level with his crotch the way he wanted. He didn’t need to tell me what he was expecting.

With delicate fingers I undid his belt and the button of his pants. I looked up at him and watched him bite his lip in anticipation and took off his jacket as I slowly pulled down his zipper. He took initiative then and slipped off his shoes and his pants, leaving him in his boxers and dress shirt.

I felt up my fiancé's legs, loving the softness of his skin against my hands. That soft skin changed to the light material that composed his boxers. I trailed my hands up the fabric until I reached the waistband. Once again, I looked at him with innocent eyes and pulled them down to release him.

I loved seeing Vic exposed. Just seeing how excited he was because of me made me feel fearless and confident. I knew there wasn't a limit on the things I could do to pleasure him, and I wanted to go through most of them that night.

So I started with licking my lips at the size of his dick then kissing his tip lightly. There was already precum on it, most likely from the videos I'd sent earlier. He had probably been thinking about me while he was driving home. I trailed light kisses down his length to his balls and back up again, lightly sucking here and there just to tease him. He hated when I did that, but he put me in control first and I'd been tempting him all day. Why not ride it out?

I gave him another kiss on his tip, this one slow and lingering. He tugged on a handful of my hair urging me to get on with it. I almost chuckled at him, but I couldn't deny that I wanted to get started too. So I did.

Another lingering kiss led to me taking his tip into my mouth. I sucked on it softly and slowly ran the tip of my tongue over it before pulling up to do it all again.

“You’d better not be planning on doing this shit all night,” my fiancé growled, tightening the grip on my hair. He was threatening me, but I knew it was because he was enjoying my teasing. He knew what was coming would be even better.

Not wanting to prolong our pleasure any longer, I ran my tongue up his length from his balls and took as much of him into my mouth as I could before I gagged. A sigh of pleasure and relief left Vic’s lips as the grip on my hair tightened even more. I used his reaction as motivation and moved my head back and forth, keeping a tight seal around him with my lips and finding opportune times to run my tongue along his skin.

“Fuck Kellin,” Vic moaned. I glanced up to see his mouth opened slightly and his eyes closed. I slowly pulled my mouth off of him and kissed down his cock until I got to his balls and sucked on them as I stroked him. He took a moment to look down at me and push some hair out of my face.

“You look so good while you do that,” he panted. I looked up at him again while I took one of his balls into my mouth, sucked on it hard, and let it leave my lips with a quiet “pop.”

Vic guided my head up by my hair and brought my mouth level with his dick again. “Open,” he ordered. I did what was asked and was rewarded by him filling my mouth up. This time he held my head in place while he thrust himself into me. I moaned when he hit the back of my throat and looked up at him with teary eyes, silently begging for him to continue as pleasure filled my body.

I needed this; I loved this. I wanted more.

I tightened the grip my lips had on him so he knew to slow down. He let go of my head and let me continue at my own pace for a few more minutes before it became too much for me. I needed more than this.

Vic must’ve known that I was desperate for him because he reached down and pulled my hand to help me onto my feet. Once I was standing, he kissed me hungrily. His hands went straight for my ass, groping and grasping as his tongue played with mine. A moan escaped my mouth and went into his with another squeeze of my backside. My fingers tangled in his hair, desperately trying to bring him closer to me. Sometime during our make out session I wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked us to our bedroom, never breaking the connection our lips had.

Vic walked us over to our bed and lightly tapped on my legs to let me know I needed to loosen my grip. When I did, he dropped me onto the mattress and got on top of me. We kissed a bit more before his lips made their way to my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. Vic knew that made me go crazy; I was a moaning mess underneath him.

I clawed at the back of his shirt wishing I was leaving marks on his skin instead. As if he read my mind, he pulled away from me to take off the light blue shirt and the thin white shirt underneath. I looked up at him for a moment, admiring him in all his naked glory.

Damn, I had a sexy man.

He came back toward me and pulled me to a sitting position by my hands. He then grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up and over my head.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. His eyes traced over my upper body, admiring my tattoos and the color of my skin before he looked into my eyes. I leaned forward to kiss him, and he laid us back onto the bed.

Our kiss deepened and our hands roamed once again. Soon I was completely naked with hickeys beginning to form on my neck. By the time my brain could catch up with the actions happening in the room, Vic had stuck two of his fingers in my mouth and commanded me to suck.

I did as I was told and let him thrust his fingers in and out of my mouth to get them wet enough for what he wanted to do. Once he was ready he made me spread my legs so he could insert his fingers into me.

I moaned in relief when I felt him enter me. I’d been wanting something to fill me since that first kiss in the kitchen, and even though it wasn’t his dick, I was happy to have something. I leaned my head back against the mattress and enjoyed the feeling of his fingers stretching me out and his other hand stroking me.

“Please, Vic,” I heard myself moan when the feeling got too intense. He only chuckled before kissing both of my inner thighs and leaving the bed. I knew where he was going so I didn’t bother looking in his direction. I just focused on the pleasure I knew was coming.

And a few seconds later I heard the familiar sounds of a cap popping open and closing. I sat up then and watched as he sauntered over to me with a devilish grin on his perfect lips. I couldn’t help but blush at him. I stood up before he made it back to me and walked over to kiss him. I grabbed his dick as I did so and stroked it, rubbing the lube all around the area. His breathing hitched as he walked us back to the bed. I pulled away when I felt the mattress hit the back of my legs and turned us around. Then I pushed him back so he hit the bed with his back.

Vic smirked. He knew that I wanted to be in control so he let me do what I needed to do. That night I needed to experience everything he had to offer. I got on top of him and kissed him roughly before lining myself up and sinking onto his cock. Sighs of pleasure escaped both of our mouths the moment he slipped into me.

Once I got comfortable I rode him like my life depended on it. I bounced up and down and rolled my hips while I moaned, cursed, and screamed his name. I leaned my head down into the crook of his neck and he took control, thrusting his hips up to hit that one spot inside of me again and again. I left a bite mark on his neck, not that he cared.

Eventually Vic rolled us over so he was on top. He continued his assault on my prostrate, hitting that spot and making me shake and scream more than I ever thought was humanly possible. His back was covered in my claw marks and my hips were bruised from his rough grip on them. Just the thought of the marks we’d left on each other got me closer and closer to a release.

A few hard strokes and hungry kisses later and I was close to a climax. I begged for Vic to touch me while I dug my nails into his biceps. He flicked his wrist quickly and rubbed his thumb over my tip as he pounded me. I rolled my eyes and head back as pleasure took over me and I came on my stomach.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Vic growled. He kept his hand on me and let me ride out my high until I told him to stop because the feeling was too intense. When I finally came down, I pulled Vic to me by his neck and kissed him with all the passion I could muster. I moved my hips against him in time with his thrusts as the kiss deepened. Soon he was pulling out of me and telling me to kneel on the ground so he could cum on my face.

He got me a wet wipe to clean myself up with and pulled me up to join him on the bed. We laid there out of breath, tangled together by our legs, and sharing much sweeter kisses than the ones we had earlier.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” my fiancé said after he placed a soft kiss on my forehead.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” I rested my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat slow down while he ran his fingers up and down my back. We stayed like that for a few minutes – content with our actions and enjoying our time together – before I heard the alarm I had set for the chicken go off.

I groaned in annoyance as Vic chuckled. “Is it time for dinner?”

“I guess so,” I responded with an embarrassed giggle. Vic kissed the top of my head before he patted my back.

“I’ll go turn the oven off. Why don’t you get in the shower and I’ll join you when I’m done? Then we can eat before round two.”

I smiled. “Sounds goo- wait, round two?”

“Yeah. I get dessert after dinner, don’t i?” I blushed and bit my lip as I nodded. “Great. I can’t wait to find out if those candy hearts taste as good coming from your lips.”

[ladyreapermc]

Rules of Engagement 1/? (Henry x OFC)

Summary: Henry and Em have been friends for almost ten years and involved in a casual affair for just as long. The rules were simple: no romantic attachment and their friends and family couldn’t know. Easy enough to do right? However, when new complications emerge, Henry and Em will need to navigate this relationship of theirs, if they can even call it that. Chapter 02 | Chapter 03 |  Chapter 04  | Chapter 5  | Chapter 06

Author’s Notes: Here it is. My first official series for Henners. I’m strangely nervous, because it’s sort of my baby and I have been putting lots of work on it for a couple of months now. So I would really, really appreciate feedback if you could take some time to do it.

Wordcount: 4815

Warnings: alcohol consumption; smut (oral; dirty talk; penetration)

Chapter 01: Casual Affair

It was by pure chance that when Emeline’s flight coming from Istambul had technical difficulties while on air, they stopped in Budapest of all places. However, it was straight bad luck that what was supposed to be just a quick stop turned into an allnighter due to more serious engine problems, with her new flight being scheduled for the next morning.

She considered just getting herself a hotel but it was nearly ten p.m. she was exhausted and Em really didn’t want to deal with finding a half-decent place to crash when she could just call Henry. That was what friends were for right?

Henry came, of course. That was the kind of person he was. Kind and helpful. Dependable. He hugged her tight, since they hadn’t seen each other since Clara and Todd’s baby had been born, before taking her carryon like the perfect gentleman and ushering Em into the rental car he had been using during his stay.

During the drive, he talked in an excited tone about the series and all the work he had to do. Em could only smile at the huge grin on his lips and the glint of excitement in his blue eyes. It was quite something to see Henry this happy and engaged with a project. Em was truly glad for him, but she was also tired, never being one to sleep on airplanes, so her contributions to the conversations were just hmms and nods every now and then, not that Henry seemed to mind.

“Did you eat?” Henry asked once he parked at the driveway of the cute white house and its perfectly maintained lawn that had been his home for the last couple of months.

“Airport food? Please!” she pulled a face, making Henry laugh as he led the way through the stone pathway.

“You’re such a food snob,” he commented, pausing by the front door, and Em was already smiling because she could hear Kal’s whines through the door.

“I’m not. I just have good taste.” Em dropped to her knees to pet and greet Kal which shot out the second Henry opened the door.

She had always loved dogs but never had a chance to have one for herself. At first, her father didn’t allow it, but once she moved out Em didn’t really have the space to keep one so she channeled all her dog mom tendencies towards Kal.

“Sometimes I think you’re only friends with me so you can see Kal regularly,” Henry teased once she let go of the dog long enough to step inside and Em smirked at him.

“You are not wrong, Cavill,” she said, her gaze traveling over the tasteful décor of the house, but her focus was instantly drawn to the kitchen and as soon as she shook off her coat on Henry’s waiting hands, she made a beeline to the room, in Em’s opinion the most important part of any house. “I love your kitchen.” She ran her hands over the wooden countertops and light blue cabinets.

“Technically, it’s not mine,” he chuckled, moving towards the fridge. “I have aubergine lasagna leftovers. Want some?”

“That sounds disgusting,” Em said with a grimace. “But it will do.”

She settled at the isle with the heated lasagna, once again listening to Henry babble about the project and his castmates and how things were going in the set. Some of it she had already heard since they texted every day, but Em enjoyed listening to Henry and actually missed his deep baritone voice.

It made her glad that she chose to do this, instead of staying at some crappy motel by herself, awake most of the night since Em had a hard time sleeping in other beds that weren’t hers. At least here she had Henry and she missed him.

“So how was Istambul?” he asked, bringing her plate to the sink, refusing to let her clean up herself.

“It was amazing,” Em sighed, chin resting on her hand as she watched Henry’s back unseeingly. She was actually thinking back on her journey, in which she had spent a week exploring the city and the sights, completely by herself just like she preferred.

Now, with her belly full, it was her time to babble about everything she saw and experienced while there. Em knew Henry had seen the pictures and stories on her Instagram. He liked everything she posted during the week, but there something about the way he was watching her, the focused look in his dazzling blue eyes like she was telling him the most interesting story in the world, that just made Em keep going, even as Henry finished the dished and they moved to get more comfortable in the couch.

“It does sound like you had fun,” he smiled at her, body turned her way on the couch, head resting on his palm as he listened, his other hand holding his glass of wine. “But don’t you miss having someone to share the experience?

“Sometimes,” Em shrugged, sipping her wine, she was in her third glass by now and she really ought to slow down, her mind was already getting a little foggy.

She had been doing these travels since she turned eighteen. First, she had her best friend Clara as her companion, but as they got older, Em started doing by herself since Clara couldn’t. One or two boyfriends in her time had offered to come along once, but it felt wrong to taint the memories of those trips with someone that might not be with her for the long run.

“But it’s nice too, you know? To have my own thing, without anyone else,” she scratched Kal behind the ears, just like he liked it, smiling at the way he rested his head on her knee to keep being petted. “Thanks again for letting me stay.”

“Anytime,” Henry replied with a smile, his own eyes clouded with alcohol.

They had been talking for hours, one and a half bottles of wine gone in the process. Enough alcohol to make Em’s mind wander as she took in Henry’s impressive physique, the stupid amount of muscles he built up for the series stretching his blue button-down. His dark hair falling in messy curls over his forehead, just like she Em liked it and the blush of alcohol making his cheeks even sharper.

Fighting the allure of the man before her, Em shifted her gaze down to Kal, but it was like he could pick up that something was about to happen, because pulled away from her touch, trouting out the back door, leaving her with only one option now.

Henry’s palm was warm and rough against her jaw as he tilted Em’s face back towards him, his eyes searching for her consent before his lips landed on hers in a soft kiss that gradually grew heated as their mutual need for each other was set alight.

Em sighed against his lips, giving in to the urge that had been brewing from the second she dialed his number. She inched closer, fisting his shirt, licking into his mouth and chasing the taste of wine on his tongue as Henry let his fingers wander down her torso, sneaking under her blouse to touch skin.

“Bedroom,” she mumbled against his lips. “Last time on the couch was a mess.”

“Yeah,” Henry chuckled getting to his feet and leading the way backward, his mouth never leaving hers, his touch getting bolder as their kisses because more desperate.

“This is the last time we do this,” Em declared, fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt or at least trying to. The amount of alcohol she consumed was enough to leave her a little uncoordinated. Henry was doing only slightly better.

“You’ve said that the last five times.”

Em could feel his smirk as his mouth descended over her jaw, pressing sucking kisses on her neck. He loved to leave marks all over her. No matter how many times Em asked him not to, Henry would just ignore it. It was as if he knew she secretly loved to watch herself in the mirror in the following week and be reminded of how amazing the sex had been.

“I mean it this time,” Em said, finally undoing his shirt and pushing it down his shoulders, exposing Henry’s chiseled chest to her wandering hands.

“I think you said that too, last couple of times,” Henry pointed out, shaking his shirt to the floor and pulling hers over her head, leaving Em standing there in only jeans. “Just admit it: you love how I fuck you.”

“Like you don’t enjoy it too,” she said, pushing him towards the bed, and Henry fell back with a bounce and a chuckle.

“Oh, I definitely enjoy it,” he declared, that same smug smirk in place as she undid his pants. “Never said otherwise. Never been in denial either. You’re the one…” He trailed off with a groan when Em freed his hard cock, giving a couple of quick tugs before running her tongue over the underside vein.

Em didn’t want to think about the fact that Henry was absolutely right. She had always been the one to often have second thoughts about this casual affair the two of them had been keeping for years, but not because she didn’t like Henry. It was quite the opposite, Em liked Henry a little too much, but knew it just wouldn’t work, not when he was always all over the world shooting his movies and tv shows, while mostly she stayed in London due to her own work.

And they were both too career-driven and unwilling to concede to the other. If even as just friends, she and Henry were frequently bumping heads, Em could only imagine how terrible they would be as a couple.

She still remembered that fateful night that Clara dragged her to a sport’s bar of all places because she wanted Em to officially meet Todd. She had been at one of his rugby matches earlier that week but ended up leaving before being introduced. In hindsight, Em should have known something was up because of the way Clara made such a big deal about this meeting and fussed over her outfit

“You can’t wear jeans and t-shirt!” she complained, digging though her friend’s wardrobe as Em just huffed a breath and laid back in bed.

“Why not? I’m meeting your boyfriend. What I’m wearing doesn’t matter.”

She had just baked and decorated 150 cupcakes for a children's birthday party. She was exhausted and the last thing she wanted to do was going out, but Clara invoked the best friend rule, so Em was stuck.

“What if there’s a cute guy there?” Clara asked, coming out with a tight, black dress that Em hadn’t worn in 3 years and it definitely wouldn’t fit her now since she gained more than a couple of pounds. She really needed to do some spring cleaning in that closet.

“If a cute guy is hanging in a sport’s bar, big chances he’s a douche, and I already filled my douche quota for the year,” she replied as Clara dove back into the closet. “Besides, I don’t have time for relationships.”

And Em really didn’t. She has just invested all her savings in opening her dream bakery. No way she would be getting distracted by guys while she was trying to get her business off the ground.

“There’s always time for relationships!” Clara declared, coming out of the closet, this time holding one of Em’s favorite sweater dresses. “You never know when true love is gonna knock on your door.”

“Tell it to come by later,” she joked, grabbing the dress and walking into the bathroom to change. It would be a lost cause to argue with Clara. Her friend was a lawyer and could talk her ear off, so Em might as well just get this over with.

She put on the dress and the heels and the makeup Clara pushed her way before she was finally deemed worthy of stepping out of the flat for the bar. At arrival, they found Todd already in his third beer and accompanied by his friend Henry.

Todd and Clara played innocent, pretending to be surprised that the other decided to bring a friend too but Em knew right away this was an ambush. And if Henry’s eye roll was anything to go by, he knew it too. It was their friends' not so subtle attempt to set them up.

Em had to give it to Clara though, Henry was a handsome man but maybe too handsome. She was a run of the mill kind of girl. Not unattractive, mind you. She did pretty well dating wise, especially when she put an effort like tonight, but never with guys that looked like Henry.

He was all dark, curly hair, blue eyes with just a tiny fleck of brown. Perfect features and the kind of chiseled physique that his hoodie didn’t manage to hide completely. He also looked kind of familiar, but Em couldn’t place him right away in her memory.

As they talked, she kept staring at him with a thoughtful frown, trying to come up with subtle questions that could enlighten her of where she knew Henry from because the longer Em talker to him, and she couldn’t help but notice that Todd and Clara kept finding excuses to leave the table so she and Henry could be alone, stronger that familiarity became.

“So how did you meet Todd again?” Em asked, sipping on her drink, which was too sweet but she didn’t mind.

“We went to school together and still play rugby from time to time,” Henry replied, cradling his pint of Guinness. He had shifted on the booth so his back was to the corner and he could properly look at Em. “How about you and Clara?”

“We grew up together. Neighbors all our lives,” she replied, popping a chip in her mouth. “Clara dragged me to one of Todd’s matches on Sunday. Did I see you there?”

“Umm, no.” Henry smiled indulgently. “Just got back yesterday. I was out of town for work.”

She only hummed in response, trying to think back on anything that could have put her and Henry in the same place and explain this feeling of familiarity.

“The Tudors.”

“What?” She asked in confusion at Henry’s random comment.

“You’re trying to figure out from where you know me,” he pointed out with a smirk and Em felt her cheeks heating up. “I mean, I did some other stuff too, a couple of very bad horror movies but that was my biggest role, so you might know me from there.”

It was like a lightbulb finally switched in her brain and she finally managed to place him in her memory.

“Oh my God, you did that weird-ass movie with the nazi vampire zombie! The one with Fassbender and the guy from Prison Break.” Em exclaimed a little too loudly, but Henry only chuckled. “That movie was terrible.”

“Yes,” he nodded, ducking his head a little, and was that a blush? “And seriously? That’s where you know me from?”

“I like crappy horror movies, ok?” Em shrugged with a grin.

“Clearly.” Henry laughed too.

And just like that, conversation flowed easily between them. Henry was a fun guy, surprisingly dorky, and a huge geek for videogames and the fantasy genre. It was nice to talk to someone that seemed to appreciate Lord of the Rings as much as Em did and she didn’t even notice when Todd and Clara slipped out without a word, obviously thinking their job was done.

Maybe if Henry was someone else, not an actor or that hot, they could have been right but as it was, Em didn’t see things going beyond a cool friendship.

That was what she thought at least until Henry walked her home, like a perfect gentleman, making her laugh with so many stupid jokes her sides were aching and she felt like she hadn’t smiled this much in days.

“You didn’t need to walk me all the way to my door,” She commented, turning to face him, her back leaning against the frame. Even in her heels, she needed to tilt her head up to look at him.

“You’re kidding me, right?” Henry snorted. “You can barely stand on those.”

He wasn’t wrong, but it was more because her feet were sore from the constricted space than from the amount of alcohol she consumed, though that definitely played a factor on Em turning her head just when Henry leaned closer to lay a goodbye kiss on her cheek, making his lips land on hers instead.

They just stared at each other until Henry closed the distance again, his mouth returning to hers for a harder, much hotter kiss that had Em pressed against the door. His hands found their way under the hem of her dress; hers to his hair, pulling him even closer, desperation clawing inside her gut because it had been a while for her.

That was only the first of the one-night stands with Henry. Back then, Em thought it would be the only one, but as years passed, whenever the two of them found themselves single and in need of release, they would get together, no strings attached, no commitment, just a purely physical thing that none of their mutual friends knew about.

Her attention snapped back to the present when Henry tugged on her hair until she let his cock out of her mouth with a pop, crawling on top of him to meet his lips for a messy kiss.

“Where did you go just now?” he asked, panting. His hands working on the buttons of her jeans to push them off. “Your mind was so far away.”

Strangely enough, this casual affair they shared made her friendship with Henry stronger because once you’ve seen a person naked and on one of their most vulnerable moments, it could be so easy to open up to them.

“Just thinking about when we met,” Em replied, sucking on his lower lip and Henry let out a weird wheezing sound that it was half a groan, half a laugh.

“That’s was a good night,” he said, rolling them until Em was lying on her back and he was on top of her. His blue eyes, despite being clouded by lust, were still so intense and seemed to be able to look straight into her soul. “But I want you here, in the present with me.”

Henry met her lips so softly and with so much affection that her breath caught in her throat, hand tightening on the sheets beneath her as his mouth descended over her body, kissing and sucking and biting. Lingering over all her pleasure spots and lavishing them with attention.

This was why Em needed to put an end to this thing with Henry. Lately, every time the two of them ended in bed together, it was getting harder and harder to keep the doors closed against the growing feelings in her heart.

To keep herself from not letting the love she felt for her friend Henry to be contaminated by the lust that ignited in her body whenever the two of them fucked, turning this into something else that would definitely end with her heart broken.

“I can hear you thinking,” Henry chided, biting her lower belly and making Em jolt and giggle.

“Sorry, sorry,” she looked down at him with a smile. “Just too much in my head tonight.”

“Let’s see if I can make you relax.”

He smirked at her, his mouth moving lower, planting soft kisses over your hipbones, tongue tracing the waistline on her panties, and anticipation started building in her center. Em wanted to press your legs together to find some kind of friction, but Henry was kneeling between them, his strong hands keeping them open; thumbs rubbing circles on the sensitive inner skin of her thighs and she couldn’t focus on anything else even if she wanted to.

His mouth finally moved lower, tongue teasing her folds through the lace of her panties and she gasped and tried to thrust up but Henry kept her down before hooking his fingers on her panties and pulling them down, exposing her wet cunt to his warm breath and she shivered in expectation.

Henry seemed to be keen on driving her crazy because he was taking it so very slow, kissing and nipping her mound on his way down until finally, his tongue flickered against her clit. Only the briefest of touch but it was enough to make Em buck and moan, her hands coming to his hair and fingers digging in his scalp.

“Stop teasing,” she asked, making Henry chuckle against her and a groan ripped from Em’s throat at the sweet vibrations. “Hen… please.”

“That’s better,” he replied, rewarding her with a broad stroke of his tongue over her slit before he sucked hard on her clit. Her eyes rolled back and she raised her hips to try to get more of it.

Fortunately, Henry seemed to be done teasing because he moved things along, licking and sucking and even nipping very, very gently on her clit, while two of his thick fingers moved in and out of her drenched slit. Every outer motion he crooked his fingers up, hitting right in that spot to make Em see stars.

It was easy to get lost in sensations whenever she was with Henry. He knew her body like the back of his hand and made sure to keep her completely engaged. He kept his eyes on her face, reading her expressions to make sure she was enjoying herself but also because he knew Em loved the sight of him like this, his mouth on her cunt, his eyes dark with his desire for her.

He also made sure to hum and grunt for her, so she could hear how much he loved her taste and smell. Whenever his mouth wasn’t busy, he would also whisper the filthiest things in her ear, because he knew it turned her on.

His free hand roamed her body, touching and kneading her breasts, pinching the nipples to make Em arch and mewl, sending bolts of pleasure that seemed to gather on her core, coiling into a knot of ecstasy that made her writhe and shake. Her body tense with arousal, toes curling and thighs quivering as her orgasm approached like a rushing wave.

Henry also knew exactly when she was close to the edge. Em never needed to let him know and he would always redouble his effort, suck her clit harder, finger her faster, until that knot finally snapped and she arched against his mouth, her release soaking his fingers and chin.

Her body felt weightless like she was floating. Her muscles spasmed with the aftershocks of her pleasure and her mind, always running, was for once pleasantly blank as Em grinned wide, enjoying her high.

She barely noticed when Henry pressed one final kiss to her clit before he crawled on top of her again, meeting her lips and letting Em taste herself. It was one of the things that turned him on, to have her lick her juices from his mouth and chin, letting her tongue running over the rough skin of his stubbled jaw, chasing every last drop and Em felt his cock twitching in response against her hip.

“Fuck me, Hen,” she gasped against his cheek before her lips moved to his ear, nipping the lobe to make him groan. “I wanna feel you deep inside me.”

With her brain still swimming in endorphins, She barely noticed Henry getting up and moving to the bathroom. She only registered the curse he let out as he came back to the room with an empty box.

“Do you have some?”

She gave Henry a look, propped in her elbows. Em was a little too old to go around with condoms in her purse. She kept them on her toiletry bag which was in her suitcase, still at the airport.

“Shit! I really wanted to fuck you tonight.” He dropped the box on the ground, combing his fingers through his hair before climbing on top of Em, his kiss searing and stealing her breath away.

She moaned against his mouth, fingers digging on his shoulders. It had been a while for her and Em shared Henry’s frustration. She wanted to feel him inside her, filling and stretching her in that perfect way only Henry could do.

“Do it,” she declared, meeting his confused gaze. “It’s fine, I have an IUD and it’s not like I’ve been with anyone else in the last four months.”

“Me either,” Henry replied, his forehead resting against hers. “You’re sure?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, smirking at him. “Fuck me, Henners.” He groaned and glared, making her chuckle. He hated the nickname and Em knew it.

“I’m gonna make you regret that.”

He flashed her a mischievous smirk, reaching between the two of them to guide his cock to her slit, pushing inside in one rough stroke and Em cursed and clawed at his back, the sudden intrusion with just that edge of pain made her clench tighter against him and Henry grunted against her ear, pulling her legs around his waist.

“Fuck, Henry!” she hissed breathlessly, slapping his shoulder blade, which felt more like hitting a brick wall. “A little warning would be nice.”

“You love it,” he smirked down at her and nipped at her bottom lip before grinding his hips against hers, making Em moan. “No point in pretending otherwise.”

His movements started slow and deliberate. Henry’s goal was to drive her crazy all over again because he loved to see Em lose control and he loved to gloat over the fact that he was the only guy that ever managed to make her cum more than once on the same night.

Taking her hands in his and pinning above her head, Henry started to add some more strength to his movements, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, making Em mewl at how deep he was going.  His mouth on her neck, and collarbone returning to the task of marking her as his, even if the two of them weren’t like that.

Her hips raised as best as she could to meet his movements and welcome him in. Her walls clenching tight as if refusing to let him go and every time, it made Henry grunt and suck harder on her skin before he soothed the spot with his tongue. She arched closer, seeking more as he licked a path from the hollow of her throat to her chin, lapping at the sweat gathering in her skin before his lips met hers again.

Soon, all Em knew was the way their bodies moved in tandem, meeting each other in search of pleasure. Henry praised and whispered dirty things in her ear, while her fingers entwined with his and her heels dug on the small of his back, urging him to move faster, harder, give her everything she craved for.

The knot of pleasure started to form in her core once again, growing and expanding as she could feel every single ridge of Henry’s thick cock filling her up, his pelvic bone slapping her clit at each thrust. She knew he was close too, his motions losing its controlled rhythm, becoming wilder, messy. His grunts turning throatier, his words filthier.

“God, I love your cunt. The way it squeezes me so tight,” he mumbled against Em’s mouth, his breath coming in short pants. “It feels even better without that fucking latex. Shit! I wanna fill you up with my cum. Do you want that? Can I cum inside you?”

“Yeah.” Em nodded, too far gone to form a reply more elaborate than that.

“I wanna see it trickling down your pussy.” Henry’s grin was absolutely filthy and she cried out as his words brought forth her second orgasm of the night.

“Oh fuck, yes!” He grunted his grin widening, his hips snapping harder against hers, dragging out the ripples of pleasure shaking her body. “Just like that! Yeah. Fuck! I’m gonna…”

His words hung in the air as Henry stilled above her, muffling his growl against her shoulder as he spilled inside her and she could feel his cock pulsing against her quivering walls and Em never felt more complete before.

In the back of her mind, a treacherous thought broke free and she couldn’t help but think that she could definitely get used to this. Having Henry every night, without barriers, without anything in the way. Just the two of them. Like it was meant to be.

x(tbc)x     Chapter 02

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Got tagged by @starsgivemehp for this meme!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

I'll go backwards from last update, if thats okay? First paragraph of each first chapter...

mind the tags and be responsible <3

iNVaDeR FeLL: The Nightmare Begins :: The Irken Empire (which had retained its name even after the shift in management brought about by the events of Operation Impending Doom I) was more alive than it had been in years. Signs replayed message after message redirecting convention-goers how and where to attend the Great Assigning in the Main Convention Hall on Conventia, one of the many planets conquered and repurposed for the good of the Empire. The teleporter ring was blazing almost as brightly as it once did before OID1, only this time, it brought to the surface not Irkens, but Monsters; creatures of every shape and size. They came not only from the 'kingdom' that had overtaken Irk (they called themselves 'Fell'), but those from the 'kingdoms' of conquered worlds as well, which had been expeditiously subjugated in a fashion worthy of the Irken Empire.

How Dance Got a Picture of Lust Covered in Kittens :: "there's sammaches in th' fridge," Red mumbled, feeling the lunchbox lid click shut under his claws. "'r if ya want some'n lighter, there's soup in th' freezer. just gotta nuke it..."

Burlesque Noir :: Lust peeked around the curtain to look out at the crowd, as he had done so many times before the last few days. The speakeasy was full and vibrant and alive as it was every night, as swanky a joint as Grillby could make it and still keep it safe. As packed as it was, however, Lust didn't see any sign of his favorite patron.

It Could be Worse :: Life... Could be worse.

An Anthology of Dreams :: Sans was at his desk, as always, analyzing his latest attempt at a synthetic soul compound. His last two-thousand-and-twenty trials had been devastating failures, but even Dr Gaster was intrigued by his steady progress.

The EMV Anthology :: Red had a love-hate relationship with the holiday season.

An Anthology of Nightmares :: Sans stumbled out of his room just in time to escape. He had no idea what was coming, he only knew his years of fighting for his life underground was screaming that he had to move his bony ass if he wanted to live. Just as he crossed the threshold of his bedroom into the hallway, there was a loud crash. When he looked back, his whole room was gone.

A Growing Future :: Red stumbled out of the house, squinting at the glare of sunrise peaking like a glinting knife over the neighbor's rooftops. The air had a crisp chill to it, made all the more shocking by his lack of a shirt, but he knew it would be overly warm in only a few hours, and there was a lot of work to do.

Kinktober 2020 : Kamari333 Edition :: HI FOLKS! Beyond this point you will find 72.5k words of pure, unadulterated, self indulgent, Undertail-themed SIN, ~57.7k of which was prewritten in September, the rest in October, all written and published for Kinktober2020. This year, due to conflicting schedules, the sin was written in September, to be published on time in October. Please note that there may be plenty of typos, although I will/have since gone back and fixed some of them since I'm garbage and read my own stuff, and this year I have been indulging in the use of my lovely betas!

A Night in the Woods :: Red bit back a curse as he once again had to detangle his phalanges from the flimsy tent material. Stupid-ass cheap plastic bullshit, so thin he could breathe on it wrong and watch it disintegrate, but the packaging said it somehow kept out wind and rain, and that was honestly all he could have asked for. That, and perhaps that the piece of shit stop snagging on his claws every five god damn mother fucking seconds, fuck-

Arum :: The room was pitch black, save for a nearly indiscernible ambiance that glowed low and dim like the twilight right before the true darkness of night. The walls and floor of the room oozed with a viscous substance that stank of fermentation and rubber. At the end of the room, upon a throne of black stone, sat a diminutive figure from whence the slime seemed to originate, itself drenched in it to the point of blackness save for the singular glow of one lavender eyelight, shining like poison in the darkness.

Poignance :: Sans Blueberry pulled on his modified gloves, rolling his shoulders to make sure his makeshift pauldrons were cinched tight enough. The scalemail he wore under his chestplate made a soft noise, not quite the clink of chainmail, but not quite the hiss of cloth or leather either. He fingered at the tiny plates over his torso before pulling his bandanna back on around his neck, grateful to Alphys again for donating her sheds, and Undyne for reinforcing them so they wouldn't turn to dust.

Those Feelings at the Bottom of a Bottle :: Ink carefully managed his supply of emotions, keeping his usual level of orange (excitement) and yellow (happiness) as he made his way back through the house. The crowd of people, with their ever-vivid colors and gold-glittered eyes, made it easy to blend in and keep himself inconspicuous to the ever watchful guardian. It was like a game of hide-and-seek: Ink hid, and Dream looked for anything potentially amiss.

A Skeleton Plague Doctor in Lord Dream's Court :: Falsi woke up from a restful sleep on his examination table, shifting under his thick black blanket (one of the few luxuries he was allowed, usually kept hidden away in his bedroom with all the other small luxuries he had managed to keep, like his collection of skulls, his beast fur pelt, his mask, and the tapes and videos of a more personal nature he had collected over the years). He slid down to the floor, thankful once again for the mercy of a windowless apartment, as he folded his blanket and stumbled into the adjacent room: his bedroom.

Bad Day :: Edge was used to getting ominous messages from Red at odd times. It was just the nature of any relationship Red was involved in.

Burlesque (Censored) & (Uncensored) :: Of all the bars Red frequented in Ebott City, this was his favorite.

Happily Ever Laughter :: It was almost midnight. Papyrus had been sitting at Muffet's bar, enjoying his third (or was it fourth? Fifth? Hard to say) glass of Spider Cider, when he got the call. He pulled out his phone, surprised. That was his brother's ringtone. He flipped it open. "heya, bro. wazzup?"

Egg on Arrival :: Slinky could feel it in his bones: the hum of his future, the tremble of his soul. Even if it was still cold as balls outside the nest, his internal clock said it was spring.

I think I'm Paranoid :: Red came back into the livingroom, popcorn in one hand and a six-pack of coke in the other. He lingered, taking in the scene in front of him.

Another Me :: Lust fiddled with the TV remote idly as he mentally went through the available channels in his head. He didn't dare cable surf, not when He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named was so prominent, and Pink's relentless job searching made his schedule so erratic that he could show up at any minute. The sight of the blackout curtain over the bookshelf (which served as the house's movie collection's honored display) reminded him of how understanding Papyrus had been of the need for temporary censorship.

...oh my some of these are terrible for catching the readers attention XD (why are all my hooks like 3 paragraphs in gdi).

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Safe Haven

Hey guys! So a little backstory for this imagine, I randomly had a dream about this scenario with EZ and as soon as I woke up I was like “I gotta write that!” so here we are! Also just want to add how I really miss Mayans MC and my bois and I can’t wait for season 3 to come out🥰! Okay that’s pretty much it other than I hope you guys like it and sorry if it’s long or doesn’t flow well (I feel like it kinda seems rushed and towards the end doesn’t sound the best, but then again that might just be me being overly critical of myself 🤷🏽‍♀️ lol).

Pairing: EZ ReyesxBlack Reader

⚠️: Bit of angst, mentions of blood (very tiny), fluff mixed in throughout though

Sunlight beaming down from the small window above your bed, EZ slowly opens his eyes to see your still figure lying next to him. Hand placed just below his newest tattoo marking the birth of your son and leg draped over his, he gently brings you closer taking in the coconut scent of your lotion still radiating off your skin from last night.

Living a life like his, rarely could he experience peaceful mornings just lying down hearing the birds chirp outside, so he made sure to appreciate every second of it that he could.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!?! YOU THINK IM THAT DUMB TO NOT KNOW YOU’RE LYING?!??!!”

Barely muffled shouting from your neighbors coming through the walls, EZ rolls his eyes with a soft groan while you begin to wake up.

“They’re arguing again?,” you groggily ask rubbing your eyes as a yawn slips from your mouth.

“Yea they just started.”

“Well, it could be worse. They could’ve started at one in the morning like last time,” you softly laugh grazing your thumb along his cheekbone. Taking your hand in his, he kisses your knuckles before leaning down to give the same attention to your pouted lips. Slightly calloused yet soft hand gripping your thigh, you push against his chest separating his lips from yours.

“Don’t start.”

“Start what?”

“You know exactly what,” you smirk. “Today we’re supposed to go get more diapers for Omari and more food for my fridge since someone and his brother keep eating everything.”

“That’s all on Angel, I know how to limit myself. And your leg was draped over me so really I should be the one telling you don’t start,” he chuckles kissing your jaw as you stick your tongue out at him. Sitting up, you carefully step over him to make your way to the bathroom.

“Whatever, I can’t help how I sleep Ezekiel.” Closing the door behind you, a wide smile spreads across his face as he shakes his head. While the use of his full name was only reserved for his father and brother, the way it rolled off your tongue made him want to hear you say it all day.

Swinging his legs over the side, he stretches before hearing the soft cries of his eight month old son in the other room. Quickly putting on his white tank and boots, his long legs guide him to the wooden crib in the next room. Tiny arms reaching between the bars, he carefully lifts him up to bounce him in his arms.

“Hey man, annoying neighbors woke you up too huh?” Reaching in his crib, he removes an older looking stuffed bunny with different sized buttons for eyes and a random patterned patch sewn on its belly. “Look what I got.”

Calming down, his hands roam around it’s face fixated on the black point that was its nose. “That patch was because your uncle Angel decided to keep throwing him at the ceiling fan seeing if he would stay on the blade. Don’t ever let him play with your toys ok?,” he smiles kissing the top of his head.

Like every event in his life, he could vividly remember everything that happened that day. Him begging Angel to stop. His hard headed older brother not listening until cotton fell from above. His mother calming him down insisting how it could be fixed as she smoothed his dark hair before kissing his forehead.

It may sound weird, but every time he saw that bunny he felt his mom’s presence as if he was back to that day sitting in her lap watching as she sewed his friend back together. That’s one reason why he wanted his son to have it, so his abuela would be with him.

Hearing your footsteps, he looks up to see you suspiciously looking towards the door instantly making him worry. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing I just thought I heard someone stop in front of the door,” you answer taking one last glance towards the front of your apartment. “It’s nothing though, they probably just paused for a second.”

Handing Omari to you, he approaches the door looking out the peephole before opening it to peak outside making sure no one was hanging around.

“Something like that happens again and I’m not here, call me.”

“I doubt-,”

“I’m serious Y/N.” Locking the door behind him he walks up to you and your babbling son peering down with dark brown eyes that were stern enough to know he meant business, yet still displayed their usual softness showing it was out of love for you and Omari that he was being so protective.

“Okay,” you answer; soon after feeling his beard brush against your skin as he pecks your lips.

———

“Ready to go to the park love?”

Bringing the diaper bag higher on your opposite shoulder, you balance your baby boy on your hip as you lock your door. Just as you turn around, you’re faced with three men patiently waiting while two of them intensely looked at you and your son. The tall, slender one in the middle, clad in a grey suit, displayed a small smile trying to appear friendly, but mostly seemed awkward as if he wasn’t used to that emotion.

“Hello, my name is Lincoln Potter and these are a couple of my associates. We’re looking for a man by the name Ezekiel Reyes, or EZ, as some call him. We have a couple witness accounts on seeing him in the area so we’re asking around for more possible information.” Holding up a candid picture of him on his bike outside his dad’s carneteria, you lightly bounce Omari hoping to distort his view so he wouldn’t possibly recognize his father.

“Sorry, haven’t seen him.”

“Well it doesn’t have to be around here. Have you seen him anywhere else? In town perhaps?”

“No, nowhere else,” you answer showing no emotion. While this was your first physical interaction with Potter, you were definitely familiar with the attorney. A few times while you were at EZ’s trailer he’d have to step away to answer his call or meet him in some secluded location. It was then you saw how much of a pain he could be to any target he had his sights on.

Looking at you for a few seconds his mouth parts as if he had more to say, but instead the awkward smile returns as he hands you his card.

“If you do happen to see him, please call. He’s needed for...very important matters.” Taking the card from his hand, he gazes down to Omari innocently nibbling on his fingers. Black coils on the top of his head shifting from the light breeze, his dark eyes finally meet Potter’s crystal blue ones causing a low chuckle to escape the man’s lips.

“Might I add you have a beautiful son. His father is very lucky to have such a beautiful family.”

Through his compliment you could feel a sense of iciness laced within. Like he knew what information you were keeping from him and was 10 steps ahead of your two.

Politely nodding your head as a soft “thank you” leaves your mouth, you walk by the three men feeling eyes on your back. After buckling your son in his car seat, you move to the drivers side quickly closing the door behind you before resting your head on the steering wheel to take a deep breath.

“Mama,” Omari whines lightly kicking his feet wanting the car to move.

“I know we’re going baby boy just give mommy a second.” Dialing EZ’s number, you pull out of the parking lot onto the busy street anxiously waiting for him to answer.

“Hey, you okay?,” he asks, deep voice full of concern and worry.

“Um well yes and no....it’s Potter.”

———

Sat on the floor watching your little boy laugh as he plays with his interactive animal book, you occasionally look out the window anxiously waiting to see EZ and Angel arrive any minute. After telling him what happened, he instructed you to meet him at the clubhouse where he’d take you to his dad’s just in case you were being followed.

Dropping you both off, he didn’t say much as he walked you into the small house. Kissing Omari’s cheek and then your lips, he quickly left again with his brother instantly making you worried. Knowing what was going on, Felipe tried to get your mind off things by offering you food and getting you to talk about yourself or Omari, which worked but not for long.

Now over three hours later, it was dark outside and neither you nor Felipe had heard anything from the brothers.

Motorcycles humming outside, you peer out the window to see Angel and EZ slowly making their way to the front of the house causing you to sigh in relief. However, your worries quickly returned seeing both tiredly trudge through the front door and the front of EZ’s grey shirt crimson with blood.

“What happened?!,” you ask rushing to examine him for any other injuries.

“Calm down, it’s not mine,” he answers bringing your hands to his lips with a small smile. “Just had to save this one as always.”

“Save me? Pretty sure that’s not how it went at all but ok. And I’m good too, thanks for asking.” Shaking his head Angel picks up your son before sitting down on the couch and flipping through the channels on the outdated tv. “You care about your tio don’t you man?”

Little hands pulling his hair as he giggles, Angel lets out a small yelp trying to loosen his strong grip.

“Omari be nice,” you laugh before returning your attention back to your boyfriend. “Here, let me help you clean up.” Leading him to the bathroom, you close the door behind you as he removes his leather vest and shirt before sitting on the toilet.

“Try not to cry this time alright?”

“Psh, whatever,” he lightly chuckles resting his large hands on the back of your legs. A comfortable silence falls over you while you stand between his legs carefully cleaning the blood from his scars. Although you had grown used to these moments being with him for a while now, that still didn’t take away the ache you always felt seeing him hurt.

“You and Omari might want to stay with your mom for a while,” he speaks just above a whisper.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? You saw what happened today Y/N, I don’t want you guys hanging around for it to happen again.”

“If it happens again,” you correct making him roll his eyes as he stands up.

“Now’s not the time to be naive, I’m driving you tomorrow. Your stuff is already packed waiting at the trailer.” Reaching for the door, you stand in his way planting yourself against the worn looking wood with arms crossed over your chest.

“Last time I checked, you’re Omari’s father not mine.”

“Y/N move.”

“No. I’m not afraid of Potter or the men under him, he’s all talk.”

“And how do you know?”

“Because if he really wanted to do something he would’ve done it then and there. I mean think about it they had me at my most vulnerable state with no where to go and no way to defend myself,” you explain receiving an exasperated sigh from EZ as his hand rubs down his face.

“It was a warning. Yea they didn’t do anything when they could’ve, but they wanted to scare you into telling them what they wanted to know and intimidate both of us with what they could do.”

“Well it didn’t work,” you reply guiding his chin to look at you. “Ezekiel I knew what I was getting into when we started talking and I’m still here. If it ever gets to the point where I don’t feel safe or fear for our son’s safety then we’ll leave, but until then I’m not letting Potter get to me. Plus do you think it would be easy for us to just leave after all this time?”

Placing both hands on either side of your head, he slightly bends down leaving his face inches from yours. “I’m not saying it would be easy, but if it needs to be done then that’s it bellita.”

“And when it needs to be done it will be.” Connecting your lips with his, your hands roam from his bare chest to the nape of his neck while his wrap around your body bringing you closer.

“We’re gonna need to put you in a new apartment too,” he says separating his lips from yours as his fingers graze up and down your spine.

“Hopefully your dad is okay with me staying here for a while longer then.”

“Here? What about the trailer?”

“I think the constant revving of motorcycles and occasional parties might not be ideal for a baby to be around.”

“True, you’re probably right,” you both laugh before being interrupted by loud knocking.

“Aye I hate to interrupt your probably intimate moment in there, but your kid is hungry and I’m not sure if it’s for what I can give him or what only mom can,” Angel explains as Omari fusses in his arms. “Relax man I’m trying to get her out here.”

“I’m gonna shower, you better go ahead before he starts pulling his hair again,” he smiles kissing your temple.

Opening the door, you carefully take Omari from his hands tickling under his chin to make him laugh. “Okay my baby lets get you fed.”

“The amount of strength he has that’s not a baby, that’s a tiny grown man,” Angel adds making you laugh.

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12 days of Christmas Pedros. Short little ficlets based on prompts that can be found here. One ficlet every other day. Thank you @yespolkadotkitty for the beautiful banner!

Day 7 - “Oh so we’re putting beer out for Santa now?” - Javier and Steve

The brightly colored lights line many of the buildings as Steve makes his way home from the bar. It's dark outside but he's walking along a busy street and he's only had one and a half beers so he'd opted for walking home rather than catch a taxi ride. Despite the recent events in the country, there's a festive mood in this particular section of the city, a small oasis protected from the pain and suffering.

Steve wishes he could feel it too, but the only thing he's currently feeling is a bit cut off from it all. He's always loved christmas; a whole month of baking, hot chocolate, cuddle sessions under warm blankets, and decorating the apartment and the Christmas tree with Connie. But this year, Connie is no longer here and the rented apartment in the DEA apartment complex is the furthest thing from festive, for several reasons. Instead of warm and homey, the apartment feels cold and empty and wrong without her in it so Steve spends as much time away from it as he can. He only comes home to sleep and even that is a struggle when the warm presence next to him is missing.

He feels tired all the time now. On edge and angry. Like he wants to break things and, sometimes, people. He doesn't recognize himself like this and neither do people around him. He can feel how they all tiptoe around him, careful not to set him off. All, save for one exception, that is. The one who's the exception to so many things, as far as Steve is concerned.

Where everyone else backed away, Javier Peña pushed forward, kind but firmly demanding that Steve stay on the right track. He banged on Steve's door every morning and drove him to work, told Steve that he stank when he needed to shower, and when a drunken Steve had attempted to take a swing at him after a particularly nasty evening, Javier hadn't even flinched. Instead he'd just grabbed Steve by the swinging arm and the front of his jacket, backing him up against the wall and telling him in a voice that left no room for argument to ”Cut that shit out!” Javier hadn't even backed away when all the fight drained from Steve and the void it left was replaced by tears and sobs that had been building up for weeks. Javier had let go of his arm but had stayed put and had even caught Steve when the blonde man swayed forward and buried his face against Javier's shoulder. Neither had brought the incident up again but Steve had been immensely relieved when Javier had knocked on his door the morning after, like everything was normal.

As he approaches the front door to the apartment complex, Steve wonders in whose arms Javier is spending the night. He'd left work a little earlier because he ”had some stuff to do”. Steve knows just what that's code for, has watched his partner excuse himself from various situations with those exact words often enough. More than once, Steve has considered tagging along. Maybe that's what he needs, to forget and more on. But the idea of being with another woman still feels like cheating.

Steve pushes the front door to the building open and feels a lump of dread slowly start to grow in his belly. He's already picturing the dark apartment and the empty fridge and thinks about turning around and heading back out again. But he doesn't know where to go and if he goes to bed straight away, maybe he'll be able to get enough sleep to actually feel human tomorrow.

As he passes Javier's door, he looks over on pure instinct. And then he does a slight double-take and stops in his tracks. Standing on the floor just outside of Javier's door is a six pack of beers with a red bow and a card with a big S on it. Steve stares at it, trying to remember if this was a Peña Christmas tradition that he'd seen last year too, putting out a six pack for Santa. He can't remember. Steve had spent Christmas last year with Connie and he is a little ashamed to realize that he hadn't even spared a thought for what Javier had been doing.

As he stands there, watching the beer bottles, the door to the apartment opens and Javier appears in the doorway. The two men stare at each other for a bit before Steve waves a hand in direction of the beer.

”So you're putting out beer for Santa now?” he asks with a raised eyebrow. Javier looks down at the beer too and then back up at Steve's face.

”It's not for Santa,” Javier says, his face impossible to read. Steve snorts and points at the card.

”S? ...Santa,” he says pointedly. Javier's expression shifts into one that Steve knows all too well, and as the curve of Javier's eyebrows pities him for being a massive idiot Steve wonders what he's missing. He looks at the card and the beer again and then it clicks.

”Ooh...” he says and looks up at Javier. The twitch to Javier's lips is almost impossible to spot but Steve sees it.

”You want to come inside?” Javier asks and Steve only has to think for a moment about his own apartment before nodding and accepting the offer. Javier picks up the beer and gestures for Steve to step inside.

Javier's apartment isn't decorated either - apart from an ashtray shaped like a Santa with a big sack of presents, placed in the middle of the living room table - but it's warm and feels lived in, making Steve immediately relax.

”Have you eaten?” Javier asks, giving Steve the same kind of onceover that Steve's mother used to give Steve when he was younger, as if she and Javier could tell just by looking at him whether or not he'd eaten. 

Steve shakes his head and Javier points at a kitchen chair. ”I'll fix you a bowl of soup.”

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The soup – chicken, as it turns out – is spicy and delicious and Javier offers him some bread when the tips of Steve's ears turn red from the heat from the chili. Javier has mocked him many times for his inability to ”handle flavor”, as Javier puts it, but tonight he's quiet, only smiling slightly when Steve begins to sniffle and reaches for a piece of paper to wipe his nose.

When the bowl is empty, Steve stares at the bottom of it, figuring it's time to go home and wondering if Javier will let him stay longer if he asks for another bowl of soup. But he's already full and he thinks eating more might just make him a little nauseous. So he resigns himself to his fate and stands up to put the bowl in the sink.

”They're showing a movie on channel 3 in 15 minutes, if you wanna stick around and watch?” Javier says, standing up from the table as well and Steve feels relieved enough that he might kiss Javier if he doesn't restrain himself. Something must show on his face when he turns to make 100% sure Javier isn't joking, however, because Javier steps in and takes the empty bowl from his hands.

”Leave that,” he says, setting the bowl back on the table. Then he places his hand on the side of Steve's neck, his thumb brushing the soft skin of the hollow just below Steve's ear. It's more intimate than a pat on the shoulder but more casual than cupping Steve's cheek. It's an affectionate gesture, balancing just on the edge of what the two of them can get away with without having to talk about it. They're both silent but when Steve looks into Javier's brown eyes, it's all there and he can only stand the gaze for a few seconds before he has to avert his eyes. Javier clears his throat and lets his hand fall from Steve's neck before he moves to open the fridge.

”Beer?” he asks and Steve nods, mouth suddenly a little dry.

Javier hands him a bottle and they both move to the living room couch. The bottle makes a satisfying fizzy noise as Steve twists the cap off, as Javier reaches for the remote to turn the tv on and find the right channel.

Steve opens his mouth to ask something but Javier must have read his mind because he answers the question before it's even left Steve's lips.

”It's in english,” he assures.

Steve nods and settles back against the couch. When Javier sits back too, they're close enough for their shoulders to touch. Both of them notice but neither of them move away and eventually they both relax. Javier lifts his bottle and taps it against Steve's.

”Merry Christmas, Murphy.”

And for tonight, in this very moment, Steve thinks maybe it might be.

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Only Fan(s) - A Thriller

Genre: Thriller

Pairing: Modern Ivar/OC

Warning: Language, sex, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, sexual assault

Rating: MA+18

Summary: Sometimes OnlyFans subscribers want a little more than internet pictures. Sometimes they want to be your ONLY fan…

Header by: @flowers-in-your-hayr

Thanks to @xbellaxcarolinax for being my beta.

Disclaimer: This story will deal with some topics that might be a little uncomfortable for some people. As always, I’ll try to tackle the hard stuff as tactfully as possible.

a/n: I wrote this months ago and let it sit on the shelf. I’m finally ready to dust it off and give it another go...so let’s see what it do...

Part iii - Trifecta

Torren Sykes hadn’t lived what anyone would consider an exciting life. In fact, in her twenty-three years, she had only just left her mom’s double-wide trailer in East Bumble Fuck less than a year ago. Not quite 365 days later, she still didn’t have a pot to piss in, nor a window to throw it out of.

Truthfully, she usually didn’t know where she would be getting her next meal - that sort of thing wasn’t really a big deal to her. She actually liked the mystery of it all. There was something undeniably sexy about not knowing what the day would bring - who she would run into, or have to take something off of to survive. If someone else had to get hurt so she could make it through another day, such was life. She’d won. Those other people just needed to be better at playing the fucking game, plain and simple. 

Besides, pulling a caper or two kept her on her toes. She learned how to pull off the best of them from her mother. It’s not like adulting was one of Leslie’s strong suits. 

If only her mother had been more like her Me-Maw, now that woman was a saint. For reasons that Torren never cared to ask, she lived with her Me-Maw until she was five years old.  Leslie would periodically visit her to drop off the obligatory present on Christmas or her birthday if that bitch remembered. Not that they were ever good presents – just some cheap ass, unwrapped items she happened to pick up at the dollar store. Torren couldn't remember a gift that she had received wasn't still in the plastic bag with the receipt in it.

Cheap, whore.

Just once she would have liked a real baby doll from Toys-R-Us, instead of those cheap, hard, plastic dolls that the hand molds weren't cut out evenly, and the jagged edges cut the shit out of her face when she tried to sleep with it. But, that was Leslie. Torren didn't choose her; Leslie sure as shit didn't choose her daughter.

It became painfully clear to Torren that her mother didn’t want anything to do with her after her Me-Maw died. Unfortunately, she found herself as her mother’s unwitting roommate at a very young age, forcing the girl to spend a lot of time alone. 

By the time she turned nine, Torren was convinced that her mother was a prostitute and she was a trick baby. It was the only explanation she could come up with seeing as how her mother never worked but always had enough money to pay the rent, keep the lights on, and have plenty of booze, chips, and hot dogs in the fridge. 

Not that Torren had many other life experiences with a working parent to compare her situation to, but it just seemed pretty fucking difficult to have a job if one were passed out drunk all the fucking time. Besides, who had time to work when during your waking hours you were spending them with one of your many, many boyfriends? 

Torren used to wonder if one of the multitudes of men that would traipse in and out of that trailer were her father - but the more she got to know what type of person Leslie was, the more she realized that whoever that guy was, had gotten the hell out of dodge. 

Lucky son-of-a-bitch. 

But for all of Leslie’s flaws, she did manage to impart her three philosophies of life onto her daughter - the three things that Torren still lived by to this day. It was the least she could do. God knows that whore sure as fuck didn’t do anything else for her.

Mama’s Life Lessons #1 - There is no such thing as too much black eyeliner

As trivial as it sounded, it proved to be a precious lesson. Shortly after she had moved into the trailer, Leslie had forced Torren to sit on the bed and watch as she got ready for another one of her "dates". She had told the little girl that beautiful eyes were the one good gene that ran in their family. “You got to learn how to work ‘em,” Leslie exhaled a long plume of smoke at her reflection in the vanity mirror, “You listenin'? This's important. This right here," she held up the black liner pencil, “is gonna be your best friend.”

Of course, Torren had no idea what she meant. How was a pencil going to her friend? She didn’t really care so much as what her mother was saying to her at the moment, it was more of the fact that she was actually talking to her that made Torren hang on to every word. 

That’s why she picked up the black liner pencil from her mother's cluttered vanity table and leaned over to look in the mirror. She tried tracing her bottom lid, the way her mother had done, but at six it was a little easier said than done. She had just learned how to color inside the lines with a fat crayon; mastering the art of applying liner would have to wait a few more years. 

Leslie, however, was not willing to wait that long, "What the hell's amatta wit'chu, Dumbass? You doin' it all wrong," she said snatching the pencil from the girl's hand. Grabbing Torren roughly by the chin she said, "Gotta teach you every goddamn thing. Hold still." She mumbled more curses and said something about her good-for-nothing mother not teaching her brat anything useful.

By the time she had finished cursing her name, Leslie roughly turned her daughter's head toward the mirror, "Yeah you got those eyes. Now, learn to use ‘em.” Leslie dropped the pencil onto the vanity before picking up her drink and shooing Torren away. 

That was the day that Drew Watkins bought her an ice cream. It had to be the eyeliner. It was a true fact, not just another one of her mother's drunken theories. Eyeliner and her eyes...she didn’t know how she used them, but they worked.

From that day on Torren opted to never step foot outside without heavy black liner again. 

Mama’s Life Lessons #2 - As long as there are men around that want to fuck you, you will never need to work

It wasn’t like she going to go out and get a real job. She wasn’t raised with much of a work ethic. She was too young to remember if her Me-Maw worked and what she gathered from her mother was that there would always be men around to take care of her. 

Leslie told her that she didn’t need to work because working a man was a full-time job. If she were doing that right, she wouldn’t have time for a fucking 9-5. It didn’t matter if he was in a relationship, gay, or the fucking Pope. As long as he a dick and she could bend over, and her eyes were done, her rent was as good as paid. 

If she wanted more than just the basic bills paid, she would have to rethink what all she was willing to do - but just make sure she didn’t do too much otherwise she couldn’t guarantee a steady paycheck every week.

This sage advice didn’t make much sense to 8-year-old Torren, but as the years progressed she started to work it into one of her life’s mottos. She would never want for anything. She could always rely on the kindness of strangers and when that got to be too boring, she could always take it, just to spice things up a bit.  

Mama’s Life Lessons #3 - If you want something do whatever it takes to make sure you get it

As a child that grew up with the television as a babysitter, Torren Sykes knew that she was destined to love Ivar “Lothbrok” Ragnarsson since she was a little girl. Ever since that day she turned on the TV and saw this adorable blue-eyed boy drawing Mickey Mouse ears saying, “I’m Ivar Lothbrok and you’re watching the Disney Channel,” she knew that he had to be hers. 

He was co-starring on a show called The Baker Boys, about three foster kids, who had come to live with a family that owned a bakery. Ivar’s character was named Simon Baker - a mischievous kid that lived with his grandmother until she died and never felt like he fit in with this cookie-cutter family. 

His life was just like hers - minus the cookie-cutter family that loved him and all. She was actually with more of an alcoholic whore that didn’t give a shit if she lived or died, and not pulling stunts in a bakery with flour and messing up orders like him, but she still saw them as kindred spirits. 

When the show got canceled she was devastated. How dare the world try to keep her from her man? Didn’t they understand this was love? Didn’t those people at Disneyland know that he was the only person in the world that understood her?

As if on queue, she happened to find the Season 2 DVD box-set at the library one afternoon. Her mother had kicked her out of the trailer because she had a date and couldn’t have the dumbass child around fucking things up for her. Torren had nothing else to do - at 11-years-old, she had no money, and nowhere to go. At least the library was air-conditioned. 

She wanted that box-set. Slipping it into her backpack unnoticed was the easy part. Trying to get it past the alarms would be harder. She watched for a while, paying particular attention to the way the check-out system worked. 

When the librarians changed shifts, she let a smile cross her lips as she picked a few random books from the shelves. 

Her beautiful eyes went as big as saucers when the alarm buzzed, and the young male librarian looked down at her, still clutching the large reference book to her check. Carefully she had stepped across to the other side of the alarm sensor waiting to collect the books she was checking out.

“I’m sorry, you can’t check out reference books,” the young man said, blinking his hazel eyes at Torren, the corner of his lip tugging into a smile.

She let a pout fall on her lips as she lowered her large eyes down to the book in her arms, “Oh...sorry.” She handed the book back, “I didn’t realize I still had it.” And like that, she walked out of the library with her prize.

She had stolen for Ivar...now if that wasn’t love what was?

The only thing that had threatened their love through the years is when Ivar got married. It damn near broke Torren’s heart. How could he be so cruel? She didn’t give a fuck that the marriage was short-lived. She even understood why he had to do it. He had gotten that bitch pregnant, and he didn’t have much choice. But, he cut her deep. 

Didn’t he know how much she loved him? Didn’t he know that she stuck by him when he had joined 6cess and had seen him in concert 3 times? She still had the autographed photo of the two of them from the signing at Spring Hills Mall - when she was wearing that blue midriff cardigan and ripped jeans and he had his arm around her. That shirt brought out the color in his eyes. She even wore Happy, which he said was his favorite perfume. She thought it smelled like Comet, but she stole a bottle of it from Macy’s right before the photo-op to smell good for him. 

And he went and pulled this shit?

Besides, Johnny Law said that she was still too young for him and that he could get arrested for being with her. She knew that he had to pretend to have a normal life so that no one would know about their love affair. She was just understanding like that. It gave her time to grow up a little more so that when they could he be together, the law wouldn't be standing in their way. She really didn't give a fuck, but she suspected he did. Why else hadn't he come for her?

Torren didn’t even like their music. She wasn’t a boyband kind of girl, but for him, she would make the exception. She was more of the gangsta rap or heavy metal type girl. But if Ivar was serenading her, she’d listen to sappy, wrist-slitting, emo, shit rock all fucking day long, because she loved him. 

She hated that he had gotten that whore pregnant, too. She understood that he had to pretend that they had a normal marriage. She knew that when he was fucking that bitch, he was really imagining it was her. The years apart had made him a master at hiding his true feelings for her. He couldn't give anyone cause for suspicion. If he let on the truth he could risk losing everything…his house, cars, job, and his kid. That whore was trying to keep them apart. But, she was just a small obstacle that posed no real threat to Torren.

She did not doubt that she would be his daughter's new mommy. The kid would probably be sad at first that she wouldn't be with that other woman like Torren had been when her grandmother died. But, the kid would get used to it. Torren was going to be a whole hell of a lot better at being a mom than her piece of shit mother was to her. That was for damn sure. She was going to teach her stepdaughter all about eyeliner, and how to dye her hair. 

She was going to teach her what party clothes every woman should have in her wardrobe and how to get a man to do whatever she wanted by just batting her eyes at him. She would even share her secrets on what pills to mix and what dosages to give for submission, making a man catatonic, and if she was really good, she'd teach what to put in a drink to kill someone. Hell, she even planned on giving the child her most discrete drug contacts. That would of course have to wait until she was older – at least 13. She was going to be such a good mommy. 

Ivar's daughter was going to love Torren as much as Torren loved him. They were going to be the perfect family.

Torren was as hopelessly devoted to Ivar as he was to her. He had waited for her to become legal. Just months before she was old enough to legally consent to sex, and get married without parental permission, his marriage started falling apart. She knew that Ivar was trying to make a clean break from his wife, and get his daughter used to the idea of them being apart before he could come home to her. 

Torren had been thoughtful and respectful enough to give him that space to make sure everything was right before she stepped into the role of the new Mrs. Lothbrok. He had to test the waters, make sure that she still wanted him as much as he wanted her. He had to get back into the swing of things…have sex constantly to make sure he could keep up with her. She knew that "the prude" wasn't doing it nearly as often as he needed to - why else would he have an Only Fans page?

Torren was the only one that could feed his appetite, and he hers.

Now, they were both finally ready. She was mature and developed. She knew what she needed, and it was him. He had his fun before her, but now he was auditioning again and getting everything back on track for them. He had a great relationship with his daughter and his dumb ass ex-wife finally understood that their relationship was a fling that went too far.

His face told her everything that her heart already knew. He loved her. 

Why else would be looking at her like that? She could feel herself blush when he smiled on Instagram like that into them. Then he gave her that smile. That was her smile; the one that he reserved for her during their private times. Yet, there he was doing it in front of an audience of millions, and he didn't care who saw it. He had to let her know that it was time for her to come home. It was like a sleeper cell being awakened.

She didn't have a choice. She did what any other woman in her position would do. She packed a bag, threw it in the car she stole a few days before and drove. Armed with her trifecta of knowledge and determination, she prepared to face the obstacles that were bound to get in her way. There was nothing that was going to stop her from getting her man.

Nothing.

Part ii || Part iv

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꠵ look at me : chapter six ꠵

カレー。

"Oomph." Oikawa sighed, inhaling the crisp, freshly washed scent of the plain grey bedsheets that covered Iwaizumi's mattress. He grabbed a fistful of the fabric, just breathing in the fumes. He heard the faint pitter patter of rain splashing the windows. The sun had long since hidden behind the clouds, no longer illuminating the planet, instead casting a greyish hue over Japan. It cast sort of a miserable feeling; Iwaizumi and Oikawa were planning on hanging out with Matsukawa and Hanamaki after watching the matches, but the plans were cancelled due to the shitty weather. "Shit. Shit. Shit, shit, shit." Oikawa grumbled, grabbing one of Iwaizumi's pillows and screaming into it. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!"

"That's, what, your ninety-seventh shit today?" A muffled voice wafted its' way through to the chocolate-haired boy's ears, as they were currently covered tightly with the soft pillow. Oikawa sat up on his elbows, blinked, and let his face contort into a pout.

Wiping the tears from his eyes, which hadn't streamed down his cheeks yet, he turned away from the latter, huffing. "Yeah, well. You swear all the time. Why can't I?"

"It's not that you're not allowed to. It's just that you don't." Oikawa felt the bed dip as Iwaizumi sat opposite from him, letting out another puff of air as the green-eyed third year leaned onto his back. Bara arms snaked their way around his somewhat thin waist, reminding him that he hadn't eaten anything, except for the milk bread Hanamaki had bought him earlier today. To prove his point, his stomach growled. Iwaizumi leaned over, propping himself up on one elbow, an eyebrow raised as he looked at his best friend.

Oikawa sighed, smiling sheepishly. "Sorry. Forgot." He already knew what the other was thinking. Iwaizumi's way of communicating with Oikawa was mainly with his eyes. Those little green orbs that stood out in contrast against caramel skin, connected with honey-brown ones, a wavelength passing through. Unspoken words made a conversation.

Breaking eye-contact, Iwaizumi rolled off the bed, hopping to his feet. "I'll get you something to eat. What'd ya want?"

"Milk bread?"

"You're addicted. I'm cooking you some curry." The door clicked as Iwaizumi closed it behind him. Oikawa groaned, flipping the latter off once the door had shut.

Iwaizumi knelt down by the cabinets, opening the oak doors and peering inside to look for a pot. A hand reached past Iwaizumi's, grabbing the pot that the latter couldn't find. "Here." Oikawa handed him the pot, and went to sit on a stool at the island counter.

"Huh. I thought you were gonna take a nap." Iwaizumi started, grabbing the curry powder from the top cabinet above the marbled counters. Oikawa shrugged, stretching his arms out and resting his head on the counter.

"I wanted to watch you make my food. I can't have you poisoning me now, can I?" Iwaizumi scoffed at this, his smile decreasing slowly as he heard Oikawa mutter under his breath, "That and I can't sleep without you there with me, nowadays." A blush slowly rose to his cheeks, and the ace slapped himself with both hands, internally groaning. "What, can't find something?"

Iwaizumi quickly shook his head, grabbing the rest of the ingredients. "No, I got it. Don't mind."

Oikawa nodded, pulling out his phone to pass the time. A finger hovered over the photo album app he had on his phone, and he clicked it, scrolling through the countless of photos so he could start looking at them at the very beginning. The first picture was the one his teacher took of him holding his award from Kitagawa Daiichi, with Iwaizumi standing behind him, a smile on both of their faces. Oikawa snorted, he never noticed Iwaizumi's smile in the photo before.

"What's so funny?" Iwaizumi asked, while stirring the curry together in a bowl. Padding over to the other side of the kitchen, he leaned over the counter to look at Oikawa's phone. The latter turned it so it was facing Iwaizumi, showing him the iconic memory of their younger selves. "Oh, I remember that. You actually smiled."

"What do you mean? I always smile."

"Not sincerely." Iwaizumi deadpanned, walking over to the stove and turning the knobs. "I said that back in Kitagawa, right?"

Oikawa pondered over this for a moment, before smiling and giving him a kurt nod. "Yeah, you did."

"Anyways." Iwaizumi poured the contents into the pot on the stove, taking out a wooden spoon to scrape out any remaining ingredients. "I've been meaning to ask you."

"Mhm?"

"How long have your parents been hitting you?"

Oikawa stiffened, unable to give him an answer. Iwaizumi turned the knob to low-heat, so the curry wouldn't burn as he gave his full attention to the setter sitting before him. "I'm not stupid. This has been going on for a while, hasn't it?"

"Iwa, it's nothing like that."

"Oikawa." Iwaizumi looked into the brown pools of color, giving him a little smile. "It's okay if you don't want to tell me just yet, but I need to know eventually. I want to help you in any way I can." Oikawa looked down at his slippers, unable to meet his friend's gaze. All he could do was helplessly listen as Iwaizumi assured him he wasn't angry with Oikawa for not being able to tell him, and that everything was alright.

He didn't look up from his slippers until he heard the knob turn, and the familiar sound of a spoon scraping the side of a pot. Letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding, Oikawa watched the muscles in Iwaizumi's back flex as he stirred the curry into a bowl, slicing up some bread to go along with it. "Hey, do you want some lemon as well?"

Oikawa nodded. "I can make it." He padded over to the fridge, pulling out a lemon. Iwaizumi nodded, passing him a bowl and a knife.

"Don't cut yourself."

"I know, Iwa-chan. I'm not completely helpless in the kitchen, you brute." Oikawa rolled his eyes, slicing the lemon in half and squeezing the juice into the two bowls. He reached up to grab the salt in one of the cabinets, swishing the bowls around once he had added the substance in. He set them next to the curry that now rested on the island counter, the juice inside settling as it stilled. "Ooh, it looks really good."

Iwaizumi nodded. "Yeah, whatever." He shoveled a couple spoonfuls in his mouth as he watched Oikawa clasp his hands together, thanking Iwaizumi for the food before actually taking a bite himself. Oikawa winced as the sudden motion of him opening his still bruised jaw sent waves of pain through his nerves, but the curry sitting in his mouth and sliding down his throat made up for that.

"Whoa. What did you put in this? It's almost like it's healing me." Oikawa smiled with his eyes closed, clearly in euphoria. Iwaizumi shrugged, lopping another spoonful of curry into his mouth.

"It's a recipe my mother made. It has some herbs and spices that are supposed to relieve pain and stress, so I added some extra into it. It's not too spicy, is it?"

Oikawa shook his head, breaking off a piece of bread and dipping it into the lemon sauce, then into the curry. "Nope, tastes amazing."

"Good."

The two sat in silence as they ate, finishing the curry in under fifteen minutes. Oikawa had offered to wash the dishes, but Iwaizumi sent him a glare before grabbing the bowls out of the latter's hands and started to rinse them himself. As he washed the curry off the bowls, Oikawa collapsed onto the couch, mindlessly scrolling through TV channels. He tuned in to an extra-terrestrial documentary, watching profusely as Iwaizumi continued washing the dishes. Once the latter had finished, he dried his hands and plopped down next to Oikawa, grabbing a fluffy off-white blanket and flinging it over them. Both boys subconsciously snuggled closer to each other, their body heat combining.

Iwaizumi looked over at Oikawa a couple times as the documentary played. Occasionally, when an especially interesting moment popped up on the television, the setter would let out a small gasp between his pursed lips. He did that a couple times, and Iwaizumi couldn't help but grow fond of the facial expression the latter made in that moment. The sheer excitement vibrating off of Oikawa's face brightened Iwaizumi's mood, making the corners of his lips tilt upwards slightly.

⊱ ─ ‧̥̥͙⋅. ♔ .⋅‧̥̥͙ ─ ⊰

"Mattsun, I just don't know what's going on." Iwaizumi pinched the bridge of his nose, Oikawa sound asleep beside him as he conversed on the phone with the other third-year. "I- just- what the hell?"

Matsukawa let out a breath, lips pursed. Iwaizumi could almost see the smirk forming on the latter's face, even if he was about a couple neighborhoods away from him. "Yeah, man, you're completely and utterly whipped."

chapter 7 !

[hesesols]

The Devil's Advocate

Day 19 and 21 of Ichiruki month 2020

Summary: Demons are a pain in the neck. Exhibit A: The pint-sized she-demon Ichigo’s stuck with until further notice.

Rating: T

FF/ao3

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His mouth is bone dry.

Summer heat renders the humidity inside the tiny studio apartment stifling. Heat and sweat cling onto him like a second skin and the stupid electric fan does nothing to ease it.

It's barely three in the morning when he trudges over to his fridge and parks himself in front of the open doors. The blast of cold air hits his heated body nicely. He almost moans.

Instinctively, he grabs the bottle of orange juice from the side and takes a swig from it- only… it's empty?

He growls, "Rukia, what did we say about leaving the empty OJ in the fridge?"

The culprit spares him a lazy smirk from her end of the couch, violet cat-eyes gleaming from the faint glow of the TV. She tilts her head just so as she sticks her tongue out at him.

"Oops!"

Ichigo wearily sighs and slams the door shut, mumbling something about free-loading she-demons. His life is hardly picture perfect to begin with anyway with his job at the Metropolitan Police as a homicide detective. Work hours are long, and his mornings usually start off with unsolicited gruesome crime scene photos and a diluted concoction of coffee-water that is nowhere nearly as strong as he needs it to be.

Since Rukia moved in though, things seem to have gone from bad to worse.

His neighbours think she's his live-in girlfriend- sweet, albeit a little strange at times. Ichigo snorts. They don't know half of it.

The midget isn't even human.

Underneath a heavy layer of glamour, are two spiral-shaped horns- the colour of it blending near seamless with her nest of glossy black hair and of course, a very noticeable fork-tipped tail, flicking from side to side as she giggles at his obvious annoyance at the OJ-less situation.

Filling his cup with lukewarm tap water instead, he trudges over and nudges at her to move. Wordlessly settling next to her, he then proceeds to ignore her indignant yelp as he splays his long legs on the couch, taking up much of her space.

She huffs and glares at him, which earns her a careless roll of his eyes.

"What are you watching?"

Squinting slightly from the brightness, he scoffs as he realizes that she's watching a Spanish telenovela. Though watching may be an understatement in this case, Rukia is obsessed with them to the point where she becomes a little too invested in the torrid love affairs of the fictional characters on screen. By virtue of her otherworldly origins, she understands every language known to man and speaks in tongues; Ichigo doesn't and thinks it's a feat that he catches the names of the characters in passing.

He grabs the remote control, surprised when she viciously slaps his hand away and hisses, "Change the channel and I guarantee you won't live long enough to see the next dawn."

"I'd like to see you try."

Ichigo snorts and does it anyway. It's hard to take her seriously even with the whole glowing eyes business when she is so tiny that she barely comes to his shoulder.

As a demon, Rukia is surprisingly low maintenance- the most outrageous of her demands since she has gotten herself suspended in limbo in their plane of existence was for him to take her to a bunny café. That being said, she does however take her soaps and TV shows very seriously which explains her aggressiveness as she launches herself at him, her touch burning hot on naked skin as she grapples for the device.

"Give it back!"

Ichigo stretches, holding it in one hand just shy of her reach, taunting her.

"Why don't you make me, midget?"

Growling, she takes him up on his challenge. Violet eyes ablaze as she clambers over him on all four, chewing at her lower lip from the effort. It shouldn't even be possible Ichigo thinks, for demons to be this cute- ahem-fixated with earthly distractions but the press of her lithe body feels warm against him, deluding him into thinking for a second, that Rukia isn't some supernatural being from the nether realms powerful enough to send him flying with a snap of her fingers.

Sometimes, he feels she almost forgets about her inhuman advantages- on purpose. The puff of warm exhale from her makes his hair stand, the sight of her face so close to his jerks his thoughts away from his nonsensical musings. Her shirt hikes up and the collar that is way too loose on her easily falls off her shoulder, showing skin.

He bites the inside of his cheek. She needs to stop prancing around in his shirts.

She has her own clothes to wear. He bought her a full array of sundresses, pants, shirts and skirts. Ichigo thinks it's compulsion that makes her raid his closet and steal his clothes. It wouldn't have been quite so ridiculous if she wasn't so petite, making his worn-in T-shirts look more like dresses with the hem cut conspicuously shorter than normal on her thighs.

Ichigo looks away and takes a quick gulp of water. The heat is doing things to him.

He's not checking her out.

He swears. Honest to God.

He's not suicidal. He wouldn't put it above Rukia to claw his eyes out or alternatively damn him to the deepest pits of purgatories if she found out about him sneaking glances at her.

"Here!"

Ichigo throws the remote back at her, standing up abruptly without sparing her another glance. His skin feels warm- much warmer than it has any business of being under a demon's touch and his mouth dry. No touch of water will ever begin to quench this thirst and tame his racing heart but he is human enough to still try to run from the implications.

It's too hot to think. He grabs his keys and wallet.

"I'm heading out."

Rukia's voice rings up from the couch- cool, unaffected as always. Ichigo hates her a little for it, almost.

"This time of the day? Where are you going?"

"To get some OJ from the corner shop since someone finished it and couldn't even be bothered enough to replace it."

Her grin is impish, not a shred of remorse from her as she sighs and kicks back, reclaiming her sovereignty over the couch.

"Oh, could you grab some ice-cream while you're at it? I think we're all out too."

He grimaces, halts his process of shrugging on a shirt to yell back, "They're full of sugary crap. Too much of it and you're going to rot your teeth!"

Just before he sets foot outside though, he grumbles.

"What flavour do you want?"

The grin she flashes at him is annoying and indolent with her spread out on the couch, like a cat in the sun, pleased with her unchallenged access to her favourite soap and him running errands on her behalf.

The satisfaction practically purrs from her as she smirks and says, "Strawberries and cream."

His cheeks burn and he tells himself that he's too nice for his own good, staunchly refusing to even consider the possibility that she's got him wrapped around her pretty little fingers.

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The streets of his neighbourhood are mostly deserted in the wee hours before dawn and the scarcity of people makes the air somewhat bearable despite the heat. He walks home in the dark, his groceries in a plastic bag hanging limply by his side.

Ichigo sighs. It's a horrible thing to be distracted by thoughts and downright disgraceful that it has taken him this long to realize that he's being followed.

He turns the next corner sharply and as expected, the heavy footsteps, the crunch against the gravel of the pavement follows. He hides behind the decrepit wall, bidding his time until the sound creeps close enough for him to make out the shadow of a hunkering man.

Now!

He leaps out from the shadow, swinging the heavily-laden bag like a weapon at his attacker.

The stranger decked from head to toe in black falters from the surprise attack. He is forced to take another step back as the weight hits him dead centre- quickly followed by a punch from Ichigo, letting out a pained groan as his world spins.

"Who sent y- the fuck!—"

The hood of his attacker slips off and Ichigo is more than a little shocked by the ghastly appearance of the creature underneath it. Whatever this thing is- it's not human. Yellow teeth- drool dripping from the corners of the gaping mouth and sunken cheeks make up the most sinister-looking skull-face he has ever seen. The thing's unfocused milky white eyes sharpened at him.

The creature throws itself at him, snarling with claws drawn out and aimed at his jugular.

Forced on the defensive, Ichigo doesn't hesitate. Instincts and years of experience have him throwing the bag of grocery at the ghoul as a distraction to buy him time. He takes off down the street in the opposite direction without looking back.

The bag rips, predictably; the contents of it spilling into the empty streets but it barely slows the creature down.

Outrunning him by a good minute, the creature lunges at him from his blind spot which he clumsily dodges. His back meets the wall of the alleyway, chipping off old paint and the uneven edges bite into his skin through his flimsy cotton shirt, drawing blood. He hisses in pain but there's barely even time to register it as the ghoul lunges again.

The strong jaw of the creature crushes the pieces of garbage Ichigo throws at it, rendering them into splinters. Its movements and attacks unrelenting and aimed to kill.

Weaponless as opposed to the creature's deadly bite and claws, Ichigo has neither the speed nor the agility to fully dodge the frenzied attacks. The odds are stacked against him and with every swipe and snarl; Ichigo feels his chances of survival dwindling.

He is crawling backwards on all four, back against the wall when his hand closes on a steel bar. He thanks the stars and whatever higher power there may be but knows that he is not out of the woods yet.

Grim determination sets in as his eyes harden.

He only gets one chance- one chance to get this right or he's dead and done for.

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The ghoul rears up for its attack and Ichigo readies himself.

Mid-launch, the steel bar spears through the creature's twisted body. It gives a strangled cry, black blood oozing and dripping onto the pavement, over Ichigo's battered and bruised body. But Ichigo refuses to let go. He pushes it in deeper until he can hear the snap of muscles and soft tissues, and sees the metal protruding from the other side of the dead monster.

The ghoul flops over dead. Its weight settles on top of Ichigo and he eagerly hoists it off, eager to put some distance between them. The damn thing smells worse than the open sewage and rotten corpses.

Above him, there is an ominous roll of thunder and flashes of lightning that streak through the dark skies. Ichigo picks himself up wearily. He has no intention of being caught in the downpour.

Sharp pain shoots from his side as he hobbles. His hand comes up red and in disbelief, his eyes flit to the wound on his side, cut deep and the shred of cotton or what remains of his tattered shirt is soaked in the bloom of scarlet. The drip—drop of blood follows the pull of gravity, pattering onto the hot pavement.

He's been stabbed, he realizes belatedly and curses, that was his favourite shirt too.

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Adrenaline fades and his legs give way from the blood loss.

A drop of something cool slides down his cheek before the torrent of rain follows, drenching him as he lays helpless on the deserted street, too weak to even yell for help.

He heaves a shaky breath, trying to make himself comfortable. The ache of the pain somehow dulling as the rain blurs his vision.

Cliché but he swears he sees his life flashing before him. And at the forefront of his strange musings and equally bizarre life cut short before his time, he remembers his first meeting with Rukia.

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There's nothing quite like satanic cults and human sacrifices to brighten up the prospects of the day.

Ichigo grimaced, looking at the crime scene photos with a deep frown as he sipped at his coffee. He should have never taken up Ishida on his offer.

This case had all the makings of a ritual killing. Missing child, dead parent cut open with palms splayed, gruesome markings etched- he scowled; it reminded him too much of his own loss.

A tip-off from Anonymous led him to an abandoned warehouse not too far away from the Docks, the scene of the first murder.

"Don't do anything stupid," Ishida had cautioned him against it, "It's just another prank call. I sent a team out to canvas that area hours ago. There's nothing in that warehouse."

But Ichigo wasn't convinced. Gut instincts screamed at him to take a closer look at it but he also wasn't about to pick a fight when they should be focusing the bulk of their resources and time into finding the missing girl. The first 48 hours are crucial.

He's tough and packing. That made the second part of his decision a no-brainer as he slinked in past the locked gates and rusted metal fences— alone.

What he found inside the warehouse though was enough to make him balk.

"Nothing to report, my ass," he mumbled, carefully avoiding the pile of animal bones strewn along the doorway. He thought he heard the scurrying of rats and other critters as he made his way in deeper, unable to shake off the feeling of being watched.

There's something else in here. He could feel it in his bones.

He drew his weapon as he wandered into a room with what seemed to be a laid altar with offerings of dead flowers and questionable animal remains.

Heavy clouds of sulphur and incense filled the air, making his eyes water. In the centre of the room, was a circle, curious glyphs and runes drawn in red that he strongly suspected to be blood, candles with half-burnt ends flickering.

There's a pull at him towards the circle. He didn't resist it. The minute he crossed the threshold though, the candles were snuffed out and a blinding white light enveloped him. A strange ringing echoed through the room.

When his vision cleared, there was a girl with two horns and a tail standing in front of him, violet eyes searing into his as she bowed somewhat mockingly.

"Took you long enough. I was beginning to think that I'll waste away here for another week before someone shows up."

He stared, slack-jawed at her nudity or rather her lack of shame at her own state of undress.

She was unimpressed. Tapping her foot impatiently, she looked at him and said, "Well don't just stand there and gape. State the terms of your contract and we'll see if something can be arranged."

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"Ichigo!"

The memory fades. The same pair of violet eyes are now boring deep into his.

"Rukia," he breathes. Talking is hard but he tries anyway. If it's to be his dying words, let them at least have meaning. Rukia- her existence and the events leading to her presence in his life are the only things that have ever made sense in a world said to have been created by an all-loving God and yet so full of injustice and hate.

"Stop talking! Damn it!"

He thinks she's smarter than that. He's lost too much blood now to ever come back whole. He is beyond saving at this point.

There's a light somewhere guiding him on. Maybe he'll see his mom after this; will she be proud of him- of what he's done with his life?

"I won't let you die."

There's a strange shimmering in the air. The shaft of light shining down on him is suddenly blotted out and he is falling-

Falling-

Falling-

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He slams back into his body and chokes.

The pain is a hundred times sharper and a million times more jarring than he remembers. Brown eyes snap open just in time to see Rukia's kneeling body enshrouded in a silver ashy glow of light; her hand plunged deep into his chest.

The rain plasters her hair to her face; her eyes an unholy combination of black sclera and violet irises. She growls from the effort as her fingers tirelessly trace rune after rune across his broken body. The burnished ring of gold on his chest glows and hums with each and every character added.

Ichigo can only watch on in stunned silence as a cascade of something iridescent is siphoned from her and pulled into him. He thinks he hears singing, sweeter than the song of a nightingale and so beautiful that he thinks he just might cry from it.

She grits her teeth.

"Do you trust me?"

He nods.

She presses her lips to his. He surges forward to meet her and tastes the saltiness of her tears, mingled with that of the rain. There's a cut on her lip from where she had been biting too hard and the taste of it- like honey, decadent and syrupy, lingers on his palate.

The pain- or rather the absence of it grows and he feels something being anchored into place.

His heart.

Her heart.

There's something between them that is beyond words and whatever she's done, Ichigo knows it's life-changing for the both of them. He knows somehow, staring at the identical marks of a glowing glyph on the back of their palm.

They're bonded.

But even the very word seems inadequate to express this shimmer between them. There's a sliver of her- something inhuman— nay, a dark voice whispers, better than human— within him and it makes the world incomprehensibly sharper in his eyes, the taste of the summer air sweet on his tongue and the warmth of her skin so achingly perfect against his own as he holds her.

Pink flesh peeks through his tattered shirt. He is once again healed, whole, rendered into something new in her presence.

"So," he licks his dry lips, "did Hector ever managed to tell Maria that he loves her?"

"You idiot!"

She is shaking her head, calling him names for his recklessness. At length, she stops, and heaving a sigh of deep relief, grins at him, canines showing.

"Welcome back to the world of living, Master."

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FF/ao3

The 'I-accidentally-summoned-a-cute-demon-and-now-I-think-I'm-in-too-deep-to-let-her-go' AU

Also detective! Ichigo who solves crime with some help from the occult world- courtesy of his soulmate/familiar/contract partner demon! Rukia.

As always, review, like, reblog, comment or send me an ask to share random thoughts.

[starting-now]

All the Time (Barry x Reader)

-REQUESTS OPEN-

Word Count: 2224

Warnings: none

Summary: THERE’S. ONLY. ONE. BED. 

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Personally, you didn’t understand why Gene insisted on this trip, other than to make more money from the class. It honestly felt childish, sitting on a bus with your acting class, your best friend Barry sitting next to you. It felt nice though, simpler. 

“Where do you think we’re going?” Barry interrupted your thoughts and shot you a curious glance. 

“I’m not sure, but I WILL bet you fifteen bucks that it’s a museum and somehow there’s a picture of Gene in it.” you said, smiling at him.

“What?” Barry was taken aback “No way! How could Mr. Cousineau get his picture in a museum?” he asked

“So you take the bet?” you retorted, raising your eyebrows.

He hesitated but reached out his hand, you shook it.

“You’re on.” he said.

Gene was sitting at the front of the bus and he stood up in the aisle, making a motion for everyone to direct their attention at him.

“Alright guys, we’re getting closer to our little surprise, I just wanna remind everyone that this is a team bonding exercise! So mix, mingle, and remember this is an overnight trip so you are still paying full price for today as well as tomorrow. We’ll be there soon.” he said and promptly sat back down.

You rolled your eyes and grinned at Barry, who returned the look. You loved seeing him like this. So relaxed and happy. You had been there for the bad days, and you loved to see him having a good time. Plus, he had the most adorable smile.

“Is everything okay?” Barry questioned, meeting your gaze.

“Yea of course why do you ask?” you returned.

“I don’t know you were just looking at me weird.” he laughed and you promptly turned away. 

“Sorry, just zoning out.” you said, hoping he didn’t notice the color rising to your cheeks.

The old bus slowly came to a stop and you all looked out the window to see exactly what you had expected. A museum. The Hollywood Museum to be exact. Barry whipped his head over to look at you, eyes wide and a smile breaking out on his face.

“You called it!!” he said and you shrugged

“Hey, that was only half the bet.” you reminded him, and gathered your things to get off the bus.

Everyone filed off the bus and walked into the museum. Your classmates, especially Sally, marveled at the props, replicas, and stories of fame that they all so desperately wanted. You and Barry hung towards the back of the group, taking everything in. 

You walked through the vast rooms filled with various elements of Hollywood. Batman and Robin suits, Marylin Monroes clothes, and even a replica of Hannibal’s cell from Silence of the Lambs, which you were particularly excited about. 

Barry watched as you bounced from prop to prop, beaming and explaining why certain things were important or interesting, and he couldn’t stop a smile from spreading on his face. Normally, this wouldn’t be his cup of tea. He wasn’t great in social situations most of the time, but with you, things were different. You made him feel safe and…well, normal. As normal as someone like him could ever feel. 

You of course, didn’t notice the look of complete adoration on Barry’s face as you spoke. You had always assumed that your feelings were unrequited, and you certainly didn’t plan on bringing them up to him anytime soon.

As Mr. Cousineau reached the end of his self guided tour, you caught up with the rest of the group and shot Barry a defeated look. 

“Guess I owe you. There’s no picture of Gene here.” you said.

But before Barry could respond, Mr. Cousineau cleared his throat loudly.

“Now if you turn your attention to our last stop, this is a photo from the set of Forrest Gump. And if you look closely about ten rows back from the Washington monument, you will see yours truly. No big deal. But that is me.” he proclaimed proudly.

It was almost impossible to see, even blown up to the size of the museum wall. But it was him. You turned to Barry with a shocked expression which he mirrored. 

“Holy shit.” you both said in unison.

Sasha started asking questions about how he got to be in the movie to which Gene responded that it ‘wasn’t important’ and that’d he be ‘taking no further questions at this time’. Only Gene M. Cousineau would drive his students four hours away just to flex.

Barry slipped you fifteen dollars on the way out of the museum as you loaded up on the bus and headed for the hotel.

Once you arrived there, everyone was given their room and it was left to you all to decide who you’d be rooming with. 

You of course wanted to ask Barry, but you weren’t sure if he’d say yes. You resolved that you’d wait for him to come to you. Unfortunately Barry had the same thought process, so you both stumbled around until you were the only two left. You smiled awkwardly at one another and Barry grabbed the key to the last available room. As he turned around to walk towards the hallway, a nervous grin threatened to form on your face.

Barry opened the door and you wheeled your luggage in, propping it up against the wall before getting a proper look at the room. When you entered fully you noticed something that almost made your heart stop: there was only one bed. 

Barry trailed in behind you, taking note of the same thing and stopping in his tracks. His eyes scanned the room for a couch or anything else he could sleep on, but to no avail. The room had a large desk, two chairs, even a microwave and a mini fridge. But nothing to sleep on besides one queen size bed. 

You and Barry shot each other a nervous look.

“I can just crash on the floor. I really don’t mind.” Barry said, not meeting your gaze and rubbing the back of his neck.

“That’s ridiculous.” you said, “I don’t mind if we both sleep here.” you finished, gesturing to the bed.

You didn’t have anytime to discuss it further before Gene called everyone down to the conference room in the lobby for some team building exercises. You smiled awkwardly and left the room with Barry just behind you.

The team building went by quickly, your mind mostly distracted by the interaction earlier. Still, you had fun doing the various improv and team games that Gene planned. But sooner than you’d like, it was over, and you were all free to go back to your rooms. You were one of the last ones out and you were a bit surprised to see Barry waiting for you just outside.

“Hey,” he started “Sorry if this is weird, I just really wanna make sure everything is okay with the sleeping situation? I mean, the last thing I’d wanna do is make you uncomfortable.” he said, fidgeting with his hands.

You smiled politely “No it’s really no problem, trust me.” you said.

If only he knew why you were nervous. He wouldn’t be worried about making you uncomfortable. But you couldn’t tell him. Your friendship was too important, and you were worried that it would be ruined when you found out he didn’t return your feelings. But you weren’t about to let him sleep on the floor. So you swallowed your anxiety and tried to remain as calm as possible. You told Barry that you’d meet him back at the room and you stopped by the vending machine. 

Barry was in the shower when you got back to the room, so you set up the table with the snacks you bought. He came out of the bathroom, dressed for bed in a grey t-shirt and lounge pants, a smile lighting up his face when he sees your set up. Barry could be a picky guy food-wise sometimes, but you knew the one food he loved the most: Famous Amos cookies, and you had bought out the vending machine’s entire supply. Barry burst out laughing.

“No way, (Y/N)! Oh my god! This is awesome!” he beamed. 

“Please Mr. Berkman, take your seat. These cookies are not going to eat themselves!” you joked and sat in one of the chairs, grabbing a bag yourself and cracking it open.

“You didn’t have to do this.” he said, more seriously.

“Eh don’t worry about it. It was your money anyways!” you laughed as Barry realized you had spent all $15 from the bet on vending machine cookies. You two ate as much as you could and packed the rest into your bags for a later time.

It was your turn to shower and change and when you got out Barry was already sitting on the bed, flipping through channels on the TV. You joined him and he shot you a smile. You wished it could be like this all the time. You loved being around him, everything felt so easy, so right. You leaned back against the headboard and turned your attention to the tv, though you were thinking about other things. 

You had been sitting much closer than this in class and on the bus but this felt…different. You peeled back the covers and slid under them, making yourself comfortable. Barry did the same, both of you not speaking much besides the odd comment here or there about whatever garbage TV you were watching. Eventually though, you drifted off to sleep, and Barry turned the television off so as not to disturb you and attempted to sleep himself.

A few hours later Barry felt something against his skin that awoke him. Slowly getting a grip on his surroundings he realized that you had turned over, your arm slung over his chest and your head nuzzling into his arm. He stiffened, for fear that he might wake you. He relished the feeling of your skin on his, the smell of your shampoo and body wash, and he felt himself sinking into your touch. A smile spread across his face again, as it so often did with you. He wished it could be like this all the time. He sighed and felt you stir slightly.

You woke up to feel something very…warm against you. To your embarrassment you opened your eyes to find that you were wrapped snugly around Barry’s body, face nuzzled into his grey sleep shirt. And whats worse…he was awake. You immediately pulled your arm back.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry,” you laughed awkwardly, cheeks flushing vibrantly “This is so embarrassing. Um, wow, Im sorry, I promise I didn’t mean-“

“No no, I mean, it was nice.” Barry interrupted you and your breath hitched. 

“R-really?” you asked

“Um, yeah actually, really nice. If you’re comfortable like that.” he said

You hesitantly placed your arm back around him, laying your head next to his. He turned to look at you, his eyes twinkling with the moonlight that seeped in through the window.

 Barry took in your facial features. He’s not sure if he’s ever been this close to you, but he couldn’t get enough of it. And maybe its the tiredness, or the intoxication of your presence but somehow he manages to say it.

“You are so beautiful.” he says and immediately flinches as though even he didn’t know he would say it.

You search his eyes for some kind of joke, but you find none, and one of your hands comes up to cup Barry’s cheek.

“Do you really mean that?” you ask.

He just nods, as he’s not sure he can handle saying anything else at the moment. He can’t help but lean into your touch. You slowly move your head towards his and he does the same, both of you still unsure but letting it happen.

Your lips connect. It is a soft, timid kiss. One full of worry and fear of rejection, but also full of desire and hope. You both become more sure and deepen the kiss. Your hand slips into his dark hair and his arms snakes around you. It’s everything you thought it’d be. His lips were soft, and his calloused hands were gentle as they found their way around your body to pull you closer. 

You broke apart, both smiling. 

“Wow” he whispered.

“Yeah” you returned.

“Listen, I um-I really like you, if that wasn’t obvious. And I guess I just wanted to tell you that, so that you know for sure.” he said nervously. 

Your smile grew wider “All this time I thought I was the obvious one.” you said and pressed another soft kiss to his lips.

You positioned your head to lay on his chest, your legs intertwining, his arm wrapped around you. He knew his arm would fall asleep, but it was worth it. You found yourself drifting off to sleep yet again, comforted by his heartbeat, the fresh scent of wood and pine, and by his fingers swirling nonsense patterns onto your skin. Barry did the same, soothed by the feel of your skin against his, the weight of your head on his chest, and you arm over his waist.

You both wished it would be like this all the time.

And it was.

[laylacooke]

The Kids Aren’t Alright || Graham, Frankie, & Layla

timing: Friday (5/29), after the stuff with Celeste (RIP) goes down. parties: @grahamstoker, @offrankies, & @laylacooke summary: Layla finds a temporary new home with Frankie & Graham, after Ulf texts her. 

As soon as Frankie had given Layla the okay to come over, she grabbed some clothes, turned off the lights at Ulfs, and locked up. With one of Ari’s old backpacks, she took off running through the woods. With what Simon had told her, the phone call from Winn’s mother, and now Winn being back in the picture, Layla’s mind was racing. As she reached Frankie and Graham’s place, she stopped to take a breath. Climbing the stairs, she found her way to their door giving it a good swift knock. Tears lingered in her eyes, and she just wanted to hug her girlfriend. Unusually for Graham, he was a little… nervous wasn’t the right word but it was a mingling feeling of irritation and what felt like a memory repressed under a heavy weight. Uuuugh. He took another swig of his tasteless beer, lounged in his familiar position on his couch similarly to when Frankie first knocked on his door when, sure, enough, he heard knocking again. Guh, he really wished she was here so he wouldn’t have to deal with whatever drama was sure to follow the redhead, like a parasite clinging to a family of seven in a haunted house or some shit. He lazily got to his feet and went over to answer the door, bright blue eyes quickly falling on the shorter girl who honestly looked like she’d had a tough time; hair frazzled from the wind, tears on her face. “Uh…” He faltered right out the gate for a moment before recovering and he stepped aside to allow her entry. “Hey. Frankie said you were coming.”

When the door opened, it wasn’t who Layla had expected to see. It had slipped her mind that Frankie was probably still at work. Right. She was at work. She had even mentioned it. But with Graham standing there, a knot had tied itself in her stomach. She knew how he felt about her, and the feelings had been mutual. However, right here, right now, was her only option, and instead of hesitating, she stepped inside, “Look, if I could’ve stayed back home, I would have, but apparently it’s not safe, and Frankie was the first person I could think of. I won’t bother you, and we won’t make any noise tonight, because I’m not really in the mood for anything, just a bed.”

To his relative relief, she had entered so Graham crossed out “dragging a teenage girl kicking and screaming into his house under the pretense of making sure she wasn’t out on the street for the night” off his list. Jesus that was a mental mouthful. “Yeah, I have no idea what’s going on,” He remarked as he closed the door behind her with enough grace that it didn’t appear as though he were trapping her inside - young wolf. Probably skittish. Emotionally compromised… be nice. “But I imagine it sucks if you’re here.” He replied, going over to his kitchen as he motioned towards Frankie’s room. “Her room’s over that way if you wanna go straight there - it smells like her so you might feel better,” He said without thinking so he added “ER do you want anything to, like, drink?”

Layla’s eyes went towards the direction of the room when he had motioned to it. She could smell Frankie’s scent all over the apartment, and it was already calming her nerves. His question drew her attention back on him, “Water, if you don’t mind. Thanks.” She quietly walked towards the girl’s bedroom and tossed her backpack down in a nearby corner. If Frankie didn’t insist, she sleep in the bed, Layla was going to her safe space. Going back into the other room, she met Graham in the kitchen, “Uh, thanks for letting me stay here.” While Layla became familiar with the environment, Graham pulled out a plastic cup - he wasn’t sure if her uncasted hand would have enough strength to break a glass - and filled it with cold water from his fridge. He honestly had no idea how it came to this, specifically. “Ain’t no big,” He replied casually, offering out the cup of water to her. “You can get comfy wherever,” He motioned to the couch. “You hot, cold? You run hot, don’t you?” He asked, knowing she wasn’t in the mood for small talk, but he would be damned if he was going to sit in awkward silence until Frankie got home. “I knew a girl with red hair; she ALWAYS complained about it being hot and I’m like ‘woman it’s 66 degrees in here’,” He chuckled - she was probably emotionally heated up, too. Looked like he wasn’t getting that warmth tonight. “Y’know, I don’t actually think I caught your name,” He mentioned from down the hall as he adjusted the thermostat. 

She accepted the cup of water and walked back to the living room, where he had suggested. Taking a seat, she took a sip of water as she listened to Graham continue to talk. It was surprising not hearing him bitch her out and call her a moody teenager looking for attention. The last thing she had wanted to do was argue with the man - er vampire. She had smelled one other person like that not too long ago, “Layla. It’s Layla.” She bypassed everything else. And instead of looking at Graham, she looked at the tv, “Is this that doctor show where everybody says seriously all the time?” She took another sip of water. “Huh? Oh, I don’t fuckin’-- Maybe,” Graham gave a small shrug, noting her name. “I was just flipping through the channels. One day. ONE day… there might be something different on.” He said with that tone of obvious longing. Maybe someone could curse his cable to give him exciting shit to watch. “Doctor shows are nnnot my preferred method of entertainment,” He admitted. “God the ol’ hemophobia; blood squicks me out,” He lied. “You can change it,” He suggested, getting another beer out of the fridge. “I also got, like a shit-ton of DVDs over there. I dunno when Frankie’ll get back but… Well, whatev’s.” He opened his beer and leaned against the same wall he had when Frankie came over, almost feeling as though this was a parallel. It was odd.

Layla took another slow drink of water as she listened, “I haven’t watched much tv, so I don’t really know what’s on anymore. I think the last time I watched something was with my friend Celeste.” Her mind lingered on the howl and the way it had carried all the way out into the woods and to her ears. It was heartbreaking, and she was worried it had been Ariana, even though Simon had told her otherwise. “I don’t think I’ll be up long enough, but thanks. If you want your couch back, I can go to Frankie’s room.” She looked over at the man, before looking down into the half full cup of water. 

He gave a half-assed wave. “Nah girlie, you’re good. I have a chair--” Graham pointed off to a wicker chair that sat comfortably in the corner with a modern bookshelf next to it. “But it’s fine. Am I hovering? My bad.” On that note, he took another drink and went into the kitchen once more, pretending to look through his fridge and cabinets like he was looking for something, but none-too-urgently. “Man, when I was your age, I’d have been out drinkin’ and have a GOOD ol’ time with friends,” He explained into his cabinet-- WELP, found the garlic. He recoiled and slapped a hand over his mouth as if it would stop the fangs from coming out but… “But, uh… I’m guessing you and Frankie are a little short on drinking buddies right about now,” He said, still facing his kitchen though with a slightly more recognizable lisp.

Frankie hated lying. It was probably one of the few things that she struggled to do as she spoke, and damn, she talked a lot. And even though she thought she had nailed faking a fever to convince Al to let her leave work early, deep down she knew that the man just didn’t care enough to force her to stay. The girl drove back to the apartment as fast as possible, rushing up the stairs and fumbling when she took the keys off her jacket, a slightly difficult task since her bike helmet was under her arm. She managed to open the door, and the first thing she noticed was Graham rummaging through the fridge with… were those his fangs? Her eyes opened wide and lips parted, partly to yell in excitement and partly to yell at him to leave her food alone, but she stopped herself when she noticed her girlfriend from the corner of her eye. Frankie’s mouth hung open for a moment, her brain processing what to do. “My two loves!” A smile decorated her expression as she gave Graham a look- they were definitely talking about this later- and then walked up to Layla. “He didn’t bother you too much did he?”

Layla hadn’t been paying any attention to Graham, except for maybe the random lisp that started happening, but even then, she shrugged it off. What she wouldn’t do for a drink right now. Or those two random pills that creepy Blaine guy had left for her just a few nights ago. But what she had really wanted was answers. Was Ariana okay? Was Celeste okay? Ulfric had clearly been fine since he was the one that had been in touch with her. Layla hadn’t even noticed when Frankie came through the door, and when she spoke, the teenager jumped, sending water flying everywhere. Covered in room temperature water, she blinked a few times before looking over to Frankie, “What? No, he’s been nice.” Sighing, she started to brush the little drops of pooling liquid off of herself, “How was work?”

He had picked up Frankie’s steps rapidly ascending the stairs and Graham turned his head slightly to regard her when she entered but felt himself frowning when he caught the look she gave him. Loves? Nnno no no-- Aaaand Layla just got water everywhere. He inhaled deeply though he didn’t have to, remembering that was a human way to calm down. It’s fine, she was just surprised. It’s water-- EXCUSE HIM? “Yeah!” He exclaimed in agreement to how Layla responded to Frankie’s question, all but abandoning the idea of hiding his fangs as he turned and leaned against the island in his kitchen pointedly. “I’ve been an ANGEL,” He remarked hotly though his tone conveyed the clear message that he wasn’t actually angry. “Wow, you been home for nine and a half seconds and you’re already being sassy,” he flipped his hand as if flipping long hair that wasn’t there and he snatched up his bottle. “Fine. Fine, I can see when I’m not wanted. Welcome home, brat.” He turned to look between the two of them as he paused at the entry of the hall. “It’s okay to be emotional or whatever but don’t be breakin’ any part of my house,” He pointed from one to the other. With that, he gave the two of them a wave. “I didn’t BITE her!” He called before closing his bedroom door behind him.

She had to press her lips together to avoid giggling at Layla’s surprise, and instead of joining her at the couch, she turned to wiggle into the kitchen with Graham, taking the dish towel so her girlfriend could use something to dry herself with. “I’m only sassy because you make me sassy, Grammy.” If she could say the emoticon “:/” out loud to him, she would’ve done it, but instead Frankie just stuck her tongue out to him as he walked to his room. “Love youuuuu~” She managed to yell at him before he closed the door, and a soft sigh escaped her lips immediately afterwards. She tried to play it as if things were okay to try to get Layla into a happier mindset, but with the man out of the room it seemed impossible. The black that replaced her girlfriend’s usually light blue with yellow splatters scared her; not in the way Dr. Kavanagh’s screeching aura had scared her days before, but rather because it had been so long since she had seen Layla sad she just... didn’t know what to do; what to say. Silently, she made her way towards the other girl, her hands playing with the fabric before she sat down next to her, softly drying the drops that had landed on her face. The sound of leaves distracted her a little, but doctor tv shows were dumb and she wasn’t about to question the producer’s choice of ambience sounds.  “Work was okay.” She replied, trying not to look too distracted with the colors dancing around Layla. “I, uhm, already can tell, but-- How are you feeling?”

The cup was pretty much empty, but she downed the last little sip and sat it on the floor. The banter between Frankie and Graham hadn’t gone unnoticed. It appeared she was happy here and that gave Layla some relief. Frankie deserved to be happy and to live somewhere where she had felt safe, especially considering all the darkness that seemed to loom over White Crest. Darkness that seemed to follow her around since she had gotten here, except for the occasional enjoyable memory she had made. Watching Graham leave the room and Frankie return, Layla tried to perk up some, but couldn’t. And she leaned into the towel as Frankie dried off the drops of water. Swallowing thickly, she spoke up, “Scared. I heard a howl like that one other time, since I’ve been here, but this felt different. And then some other stuff happened today. Stuff...I can’t talk about. Sometimes I just think I should’ve kept running, instead of trying to make a new life for myself here. But then I know I probably never would have seen you again or met Ariana, Celeste, and Ulf. And the other wolves.” She had opened up to Frankie more than she had realized, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to...I feel like we haven’t just had a moment to ourselves, since that day in the park. How’ve you been? It feels weird not seeing you every day knowing that you’re just across town.”

Frankie silently listened as her girlfriend rambled, softly pressing the towel against her neck and eventually clothes once her skin was dry. It was hard to keep eye contact with her, which had never been an issue before. It made sense since their lives in Nashville weren’t a tenth of exciting (or terrifying, for that matter) as they were here; but now, Layla’s aura swirled around her with a sea of colors - predominantly black, but now that she was close she could distinguish a soft purple and a deep red that flowed around her like almost invisible veins--- and just as she had discovered them, they were quickly washed away by a sudden blue which made Frankie stop her chore, a worried look on her face. “Hey hey hey-- Don’t apologize.” Her hand with the towel dropped to her lap, and her free hand cupped her face like she’d done it so many times. Her tone was soft, trying to stop Layla from shutting herself in. “I’m okay, and I’m here, and that’s all that matters. We have our whole lives to have moments, but right now I just want to make sure you’re okay.” A sad smile tugged the corner of her mouth, and she leaned forward to place a small kiss on her nose, her forehead now against hers. It was easier to ignore her aura that way. “You know you can tell me anything. What happened?”

How did she deserve this woman? She knew Frankie had to have been tired from her shift at Al’s, and here Layla was, sitting on her couch in a daze. She definitely wasn’t the same girl Frankie had known in Nashville. Being on her own, which should have made her tougher in theory, had made her weak. Her eyes focused on something other than her girlfriend, she spoke, “Everything. Leaving home. Leaving you. Coming here. And now, when I start to open up my heart again, everything feels wrong.” She let her eyes shift and focus on Frankie, “I’m so grateful you’re here, but maybe sending you that video was a bad idea. I-I can’t lose you too.” The howl she had heard earlier had felt like a warning of death. It echoed in her brain, and she couldn’t shake the feeling of it. “Is it okay if I go lay down? I’m just tired, and I think once I sleep, things will be better.”

“Don’t say that. Opening up is hard and especially now that it’s… hard to know who to trust.” Frankie’s tone was soft as she cupped her face, her brows slightly furrowed. The deep blue around Layla pushed her to ask more - She needed to press further and know what was bothering her, otherwise her aura wouldn’t go back to its usual color. But she couldn’t. So, distracting her it was. “I’m not going anywhere, and you’re sure as hell not going anywhere either, because now that I know that you wolves are a thing, I can track you down even more easily.” Her lower lip was softly pressed between her teeth, a few seconds passing before she nodded in defeat, moving away from the red-haired girl. She felt useless, and even a little frustrated, but if Layla needed space to clear her head, that’s what she was getting. “Yes, sure, you don’t need to ask. I’ll just... eat something and take a shower before I join you in bed, yeah?” 

She cherished every moment spent with Frankie, even if it didn’t seem like it. The way her hands felt on Layla’s face. The way she spoke to her with a gentle tone. Everything she took in praying she would never lose it again, “You’ve got a point. Those wolves do have pretty good noses.” She tried to offer up a sense of humor and a light smile, but, she just wanted to lay down and sleep all her problems away. She could tell Frankie was frustrated though, and she wanted to be a better girlfriend. The girl that Frankie had come to know over the years, but it was hard, at least at that very moment. Gently grabbing her arms, she pulled Frankie’s hands down and laid a soft kiss on her lips, before giving them a small squeeze and getting up from the couch. Going to the girl’s room, she shut the door and found her place in the darkest, tiniest corner and snuggled up pulling the hood up over her head settling in.

Silently, Frankie watched Layla leave the room, letting out a shaky sigh once she heard go down the hallway. Realistically speaking, there was nothing she could do if Layla herself had no idea what was happening, so maybe a night cuddled up together was the best way to comfort her girlfriend. Several minutes passed, if not a whole hour, and the teen hadn’t moved from her seat, not really in the mood to do all the things she had told Layla she’d do. The least thing she felt right now was appetite, and a fresh shower could wait til the morning. Eventually, Frankie reluctantly stood up, not before wiping her hands on her face, mostly to clear her mind off things, and turned off the lights of the living room. She dragged her feet towards her room, but instead walked past it, standing outside Graham’s room. One of the things she had learned the bad way was that vampires didn’t sleep, and that they had supernatural hearing, so she didn’t need to open the door to talk when she didn’t want to. “Please wake me up if you hear anything weird.” The thought of Layla suddenly leaving during the night terrified her, and even though she had joked about now being easier to find her, she couldn’t put herself through that heartbreak again. Without waiting for a reply, Frankie walked back to her room, stopping on her tracks when she saw the other girl sitting on the floor. Tears flooded her eyes as she approached, kneeling to her side. “Babe.” Her voice was soft, and she didn’t touch her to not scare her awake. “Babe. Come lay on the bed with me.”

Layla had finally fallen asleep. It had taken a while, but her body, exhausted emotionally and physically, allowed her some relief. Her dreams hadn’t been pleasant though, taking her on a journey through her mind, leaving her flinching and kicking like a dog in its sleep. It was the smell, followed by Frankie’s voice and touch that woke her up, “Huh?” Looking around, she saw the women kneeling next to her. With heavy eyes and grogginess plaguing her body, she slowly moved to the bed and climbed into it. The floor had been her safe place for so long, but with Frankie by her side again, she was hoping sleep would come easy, if she wasn’t kicking or moaning like she often did. 

Frankie helped Layla climb on the bed, not bothering to put on pajamas before she snuggled behind her, an arm under her head and the other wrapped around her waist, playing big spoon like she’d had so many times in the past. The heat radiating from her girlfriend was new and made her decide against covering themselves with a blanket. She hoped this would be enough to, at least, make Layla forget about everything for as long as she slept. The uncomfortable fabric of her jeans could wait, and without noticing when, surrounded by the smell of Layla’s hair against her face, Frankie dozed off.

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Inuyasha’s New pup 1-3

When Souta had first heard the news that his mom and sister were going away for a week to a spa treatment, he was excited. with his grandfather on a seniors cruise for at least two weeks he would have the place to himself and was already thinking up tons of evil little ideas about how to have fun, As if reading his mind though his mother had nixed all those plans in the bud. "Before you go and plan all night video games sessions with your little friends, I want you to know we got you a babysitter." she said and smirked. Behind her Kagome giggled behind a hand as Souta got a pout on his face. "You know the lack of trust around here is appalling! Kagome can go and run around in the past and your OK with that, but leaving me all by myself?" the Boy huffed and crossed his arms, then froze, opening his eyes and a look of panic on his face. "Please tell me it's not Mrs.Watanabe again! she's looking after her grand daughters for the summer!" Images of being forced into endless tea party's and dress up filled his mind and then boy shuddered. "-Snk- No Sweetie. as cute as you were in that sailor dress.." Mom paused there and a crimson flare came to the boys cheeks as he glared. "I talked it over with Kagome and we found a better babysitter for you that should make things easier on you." Souta raised a eyebrow at that even as Kagome snickered at the mention of the dress. (Mom had insisted on taking a picture before letting him get changed too since Kagome had been in the past at the time!) "sooo who's gonna be looking after me?" Souta asked then flinched as a hand was on his head suddenly. "It'll be me and you pup." Came Inuyasha's voice. Souta broke into a big grin and turned around, then hugged the half demon. "Yes! does this mean I'll go to the past and have adventures too and get weird powers like Kagome?!?" he asked, excited. "NO!" came the combined voices of mom and Kagome. "Yeahhh Sorry pup. I was all for taking you back to the past with me but your mom and big sis tore me a new one. and 'sides, we don't have AC in the feudal era and there's a heat wave going on." Inuyasha chuckled. he'd taking to calling Souta pup after seeing him in a doggy Halloween costume and unlike when anyone else tried to call him that, Souta didn't mind if it was Inuyasha "Ehhh fine. I'm sure this will still be a super awesome week! I'll teach you how to play battle monsters on my computer and you can train me to be kick butt like you and-" "whoa, easy there pup, Breath." Inuyasha chuckled as Kagome and her mom giggled. It was clear to all the adults Souta had a boy crush on the half demon. There was a few more pleasantries exchanged and then Kagome and her mom had to go and catch their train, making a big show of kissing and hugging Souta who squirmed and wiped off the lipstick and whined as his mom stated over and over she'd call every night so he wouldn't miss her. "Moooom I'm not a baby!" he whined and huffed. "mmmmhmm.. Tell that to someone who doesn't wash your bed sheets." Mom had said and then headed off, Leaving Souta to fume and blush as Kagome walked away from Inuyasha. "Just remember what I told you, he's really sensitive about his bed wetting so don't make fun of him or anything, just help him wash his sheets and put his futon out to dry." Kagome said in a low tone. "Don't worry, I have a full proof plan to handle it!" Inuyasha said and smirked. "..No potions, magic, or other weirdness or I swear I'll pin you back to that tree by your nuts." Kagome growled then went and joined her mom. "Women.." Inuyasha huffed. a lesser demon would of taken her warning to heart and backed off on his plan, but Inuyasha was a legend in his own mind and knew what he had planned would A) make things easier on him and B) help Souta in the long run and C) would just look cute. Walking over to the Lil pup Inuyasha ruffled his head, then bent down and wiped at the boy's face. "You missed some lipstick. Mom's, Am I right?' he asked and wagged his eyebrows. "heh..hehehe yeah! Come on, let's go play battle monsters!" Souta said then his tummy grumbled. "Sounds like I should feed you first." Inuyasha chuckled. the boy froze and got a worried look on his face and Inuyasha raised a eyebrow, then chuckled. "What I made for Kagome was soup to help her feel better. I'm just making ramen for us." Inuyasha clarified for the worried pup. "Oh thank god!" Souta said and wiped imaginary sweat off his brow. "Just for that I'm making soup for supper." Inuyasha teased and winked so the pup would know he was kidding. "Oh yeah? if you do I'll run away like TH-" Souta said, getting ready to take off then inuyasha just snatched him up and put him under one arm, carrying him inside. "...I let you catch me." "of course you did." Souta sat at the table, blushing a little at just how easily Inuyasha had man handled him.  then again he shouldn't be THAT shocked, Kagome could still pick him up and carry him, for a little while at least, and Inuyasha was SO much stronger. Sitting at the kitchen table with his elbows on it and his head in his hands and his butt in his booster seat (he wasn't short, the damn table was too high, or that was his story) Souta watched as Inuyasha prepared their lunch. 'He's just so damn cool. I wanna be just like him when i grow up!' Souta mentally gushed. The dog demon seemed to have the act of making ramen cups down to a art and rooted though the fridge for them to get something to drink, his head disappearing in the fridge and then coming back out with a confused look. "heh. Souta, is this yours?" he asked and then pulled out a clear baby bottle, that was half filled with milk. Instantly the boys face turned crimson as he shook his head no. "NO! That was from a little kid mom was babysitter a couple of days ago! they musta left the bottle in the fridge!" he said fast, knowing that despite it being the truth, the way he was acting would make it seem like he was lying. "Heh. if you say so. You know, I think you'd look cute drinking out of this. and would save me having to worry about any spills." Inuyasha said, but shrugged and went to put the bottle back. Souta whined, Kagome must of told him what a butter fingers he'd been lately, dropping cups when walking from room to room to the point mom made him drink at the table now or would bring the cup in to him. "well..uh.. I'll make you a deal." Souta said, rubbing the back of his head. "oh?" "I'll use the baby bottle just for like..this week. but only inside..and i get to stay up for a extra hour." "heh. Deal." Inuyasha said and then took the bottle out and unscrewed the cap and wrinkled his nose. "I'm gonna wash it out first though. this milk is going off. Last thing I need is you with rotten egg farts." Inuyasha teased and stuck his touge out. "heh.. hehehe yeah! all fear my all mighty BUTT!" Souta giggled and wiggled his butt around in his booster seat. 'eh, I can suck out of a baby bottle for Inuyasha. not like he knows how to work a camera.' Souta thought. Washing the bottle and nipple out, Inuyasha decided to throw the little pup a bone and filled it with some pop, pausing to go and drain the cups as they were done and dumping their contents in two bowls. getting the bowls, the bottle, his own cup of pop and some chopsticks on a tray, he carried it over with a towel over his shoulder and smirked. "Lunch is served my lord." he said and winked. oh, the Lil guy LOVED that and giggled lots and it was shocking just how perfect Souta seemed for what Inuyasha had in mind. between the booster seat and just how natural he looked drinking from the baby bottle (using both his hands to hold it, like a real baby!) Inuyasha kept finding himself watching Souta eat with a smile, and slowly enjoyed his noodles and drink. Souta on the other hand, you'd of sworn he hadn't of eaten for a week the way he slurped his food down, getting broth all over his shirt and face and letting out loud belches. "Heh, Maybe I shoulda gotten you a bib." Inuyasha teased and nodded to the boys shirt. "Oh..Uh..well i skipped breakfast this morning..ehehehe." Souta said, rubbing the back of his head. "mom calls me her little black hole." "..What's a black hole?" Inuyasha asked, tilting his head, and since Souta had finished his ramen and Inuyasha could always make more later, he slid his bowl over to the boy and listened, only half understanding what he was hearing. with all the ramen gone, Inuyasha grabbed the towel from before and used it to wipe down Souta's noodle covered face and got him to take off his shirt so Inuyasha could put it in the wash. Souta had drained his baby bottle, so Inuyasha refilled it with some milk then told the little pup to go and watch some TV while he cleaned up. As he took off for the living room Inuyasha watched as the boy dropped the baby bottle three time, and looked a little tired. but then again what little guy wasn't tuckered out after a big meal? Souta felt a little weird at first, using the baby bottle around Inuyasha, but his hero didn't seem to think anything less of him and seemed happy he was mature enough to use one. (or at least that was the spin Souta was putting on it) He was fumbling more then normal and found himself kinda glad his milk was in the baby bottle with all the times he dropped it, and was glad it was milk not pop since A) the pop would of been all  shook up and mighta popped the top off and B) well, he actually didn't really care for pop, just didn't want Inuyasha to think he was a baby so he had forced it down. Plopping on the couch he turned on the tv and browsed the channels, there wasn't anything really on except for a few shows meant for younger kids. 'so it's between Sazae-san or the weather channel. yeahhh. Sazae-san it is' he thought and settled in. the baby bottle had opened up a little bit from all of the drops, and Souta didn't notice till he looked down and saw a wet spot on his jeans, on the upper thigh though thankfully and after readjusting the cap he decided to just tug'em off and he'd toss them to Inuyasha when the half demon came in, or went he got up to use the bathroom. 'It's just us guys anyways.' he reasoned, sitting on the couch in his red briefs. Inuyasha poked his head into the living room to check on him, and grinned ear to ear. "So apparently this is a pants optional zone?" Souta, who had been mid drink smirked around his bottle and then pulled it out, giggling. "The bottle was leaking and i didn't wanna get the couch damp." he explained. "oh, VERY mature reasoning." Inuyasha said and nodded. having his hero praise him Souta grinned like a Cheshire cat, at least till a big yawn over took him AND his bladder signaled it was time to tap a kidney. "what are we watching?" Inuyasha asked, coming in and sitting down. "Oh, you can change the channel if you want, I gotta go take a leak." Souta said, then reading the confusion on Inuyasha's face clarified. "I gotta go pee pee." "oh! heh, well ok. do you need me to go with you or something?" "N-no! I just was letting you know!" Souta said, instantly blushing. "Hey hey, calm down.. I was just asking." Inuyasha said putting his hands up in defense. "...sorry. ehehehe." Souta said and yawned again then got up and headed for the bathroom. it wouldn't be till he got to said bathroom that he noticed a damp spot in his dark red undies and blushed terribly..there had been that one point where he'd zonked out for thirty seconds. taking care of natures call he decided he'd go and make a detour to his room and get dressed again before coming back. Inuyasha could smell the slight accident as he came in, and waited for Souta to fuss up, but either the little guy was hoping he wouldn't notice or was truly clueless. there was even a slightly damp spot on the couch and Inuyasha knew he'd have to clean that, but oddly it didn't bug him as much as it should since if anything it was going to make putting the little guy back in diapers, at least for nap times and bed times (and maybe more judging from this) easier. Realizing Souta had been gone far too long just for a tinkle, Inuyasha got up to go and check on him, taking the baby bottle that was still half full with him. There was no one in the bathroom, though Souta's damp undies were on the floor and Inuyasha pictured the boy streaking around the house in his birthday suit and laughed softly, then pictured Kagome's reaction if she found out. "...I better go make sure he's getting dressed." walking into Souta's room Inuyasha had to bite his touge to keep from laughing out, the little pup had tugged a light blue t-shirt on and had a pair of shorts on the bed..and a pair of black undies halfway up his legs before he'd laid down on his bed and apparently dropped off to sleep, half dressed. 'And here I thought I'd have to put a sleeping pill in his drinks to get him to take naps.' Inuyasha thought with a ear to ear grin. he quietly left the room and went and got his bag he'd packed for this weekend, and came back to the room as quickly as possible, catching Souta as he was sleepily tugging his undies up. "heh, tired little guy?" "Y-yeah. think it was all the -URP- ramen." Souta said, burping mid sentence. "Might go for a little nap if that's OK." "Of course! butttt I think before you go for a nap, we should get you in some protection." Inuyasha said with a big grin. "huh?" Souta asked, confused, and rubbing a eye. Inuyasha smiled and then reached into his bag, pulling out a thick white diaper. "...I'm still dreaming aren't I? because otherwise are you OUT OF YOUR MIND!?!" Souta huffed and crossed his arms. "What do you think is easier, Cleaning your bedding and then laying your futon out to dry in the sun, Or just tossing out some wet diapers in the trash? I already have to put the couch cushion out." Inuyasha pointed out. "...Oh..you uh.. noticed that." "Yeahhh buddy. I noticed. now I could just put you in diapers 24/7 for the rest of the week but I wanna be fair, and just diaper your butt for your nap and your bedtime..unless you start having more daytime accidents. but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it." Souta huffed and whined lots, biting his lip and clearly trying to decide what to do. "Souta, I'm gonna make this kinda easy on you. one way or anther your butt is going in this diaper." Inuyasha said and put it down on the bed, taking out some baby powder too. "But I would like it if you'd let me diaper you and prove you're a mature young boy taking responsibility for his accidents, instead of being a huffy little toddler whining he's a big boy." Souta huffed again, and had his thumb at his lips, lightly biting the end of it but really it looked like he was fighting the urge to suck it. Finally he spoke up. "You can NOT tell mom or Kagome about this, and it's only when i'm sleeping. Deal?" "Deal." Souta covered his face with a pillow, unable to watch as his hero tugged his undies off and then proceeded to put him back into diapers. with the big bulky thing under his butt (Inuyasha didn't even bother to tell him to lift, he could easily move the boy into position) he felt his nether regions getting coated with baby powder and even though his his pillow he could smell it. then the diaper was tugged up and taped and the pillow was gently tugged away from his face, with Inuyasha giving a warm caring smile to him. "there? was that so bad?" the demon asked. Souta semi sat up, braced on his elbows and looked down. at least it was a plain white diaper, not a nursery print or something but it looked so big and bulky, and when he tried to close his legs together it was a no go. "...I don't even think I can walk in this!" "well good thing it's just for when your sleeping then." Inuyasha chuckled. Souta pouted but if he was being truthful, the big bulky diaper around his hips kinda maybe sorta not that he'd ever admit it, or even think it too loudly in case a mind reader was walking close by, felt nice. "I..I..uh.." Souta squirmed a little more in the bulky diaper, then eyed his ba-ba..('Baby bottle!' he reminded himself) on the dresser. Inuyasha followed his gaze and and reached for for the bottle, handing it to Souta. "You still thirsty?" "Y-yeah. thanks." Souta said and laid back on his bed, baby bottle in mouth and wiggled in his diapers. trying desperately to ignore just how natural it all felt. 'Maybe this week will be even better then i thought..and i wonder if Inuyasha has one of those suckie thingies.' Souta thought. before he could ask though the milk apparently finished him off and he drifted off into a peaceful sleep, not seeing Inuyasha gently taking the bottle. The half demon would close the boys curtains, and tug his blanket up over him, then as a after thought, pop a soother with a red mouth guard on it into his mouth. "have a good sleep Lil guy~" the half demon whispered, and tip toed out

Chapter 2 Souta squirmed slightly as he sucked on his paci. he wearing light red pair of short-all's with a puppy face on the front. under the short-all's he was wearing a white diaper shirt and of course under THAT he was wearing two of the thick diapers daddy Inuyasha had gotten. Daddy had him in a big stroller and he was strapped in tight, and daddy had a big diaper bag over one shoulder as he pushed (wearing his ball cap of course) and the diaper bag was clearly labeled after daddy had gone and stitched it, as 'SOUTA'S DIAPER BAG'. they were going to the park so Souta could get some outdoor playtime in whether he liked it or not, and daddy was talking up how cute Souta was going to look. "I bet you'll be the cutest boy on the playground, playing in the sand box or going down the slid. if you want, I'll even push you on the swing set!" Souta was of course less sure about all of this and his tummy was gurgling lots from his nerves and the big breakfast they had had. "uh..Daddy..what if people i know are there?" Souta asked, taking his paci out first. "then they'll get to see the real you, a bigggg cute and adorable baby butt.Unless you'd rather go back to being a total big boy all the time." Inuyasha chuckled. the big baby shook his head no and popped his paci in as they came up to the play ground part of the park, eyes darting around but so far it was just toddlers and their mommies and daddies., some of who were looking over at the pair oddly. Inuyasha paid them no mind and unbuckled the big baby from his stroller and helped him to the ground, Souta wearing white sneakers and red socks and the bulk of his diaper butt made it so he could only take a few wobbly steps before his legs gave out and he plopped on his butt. "Awww~ Is my widdle guy having trouble walking?" Inuyasha coo'ed, gushing and leaning down. "Do you need daddy to carry you? he doesn't mind!" Souta was blushing but nodded, and reached up for the half demon who easily picked him up and set him on his hip, a arm under his butt while Souta snuggled into him. "where do you wanna go and play first?" Inuyasha asked, using his free hand to drop the diaper bag in the stroller and tugging it over to a bench by a few moms. "Would you ladies do me a favor and watch this for me? my little guy isn't ready to walk yet." Souta whined and buried his face in daddies chest at that as the ladies chuckled. "oh of course, how old is he?" One mom asked. "Eight going on one. before you ask, this was all his idea, though he's gone a little shy." Inuyasha said. the other mom smirked and reached out and patted Souta's butt. "is that true little guy?" Souta pulled his face out of daddies chest and suckled lots on his paci, but nodded his head. "Awww!" "so cute!" with the mommies watching their stroller the pair headed off for the swing set, since going up and down the slide while unable to walk wouldn't be a good idea and it wasn't big enough for Inuyasha to go down with him. getting Souta sat in one of the baby swings was a little bit of a struggle, because despite his small size the bulky diapers were semi in the way. Still with a bit of effort the little guy was secure and Inuyasha ruffled his hair, making him smile behind his paci before gently pushing him a few times and then letting Souta just go back and forth on his own. It only took a little bit though before Souta got bored of the swing, plus some of the other little boys were giving him the stink eye for hogging the baby swing. taken over to the sand box Souta made semi friends with a 3 and 4 year old who deemed that despite his bigger size, since THEY were both in big boy undies, they were the big boys and Souta hada listen to them. Souta just smirked and nodded his head and they lent him a bucket and shovel, he was in charge of making the basic foundations for the fronts they were gonna use for the toys soldier the older of the two boys had (though the finishing touches they put on them mostly involved tracing a line around the mounds and sticking twigs in them, but hey, he was just a big baby, like he was gonna argue) The only bad part was his tummy hadn't gotten all that much better and he kept letting out muffled farts. "hey, if hafa go poopie you needa get outta da sand box." the older boy said. "yeah! dun want da sand ta smell like fart all day!" the younger one said, nodding his head lots. "Sowwy!" Souta lisped around his paci. even as he said it, he leaned forward and let out anther LOUD fart,only this time it wasn't just a fart. cheek's flaming up red he rolled over onto his hands and knees and the paci fell out into the sand as he started to grunt. "is he?" the younger of the two asked, holding his nose. "Ugh, yeah! HEY MISTER! YOUR BABY IS POOPING!" the older called, then held his nose to, tugging his pal away from the big baby as the back of Souta's diaper expanded as much as it could in the confines of the short-alls he was wearing. Inuyasha had been talking to the mommies, but now came over and smiled even as Souta's stinky funk filled the air. "Is that right buddy? are you making daddy a present?" Inuyasha asked, kneeling down and rubbing Souta's back, and pocketing the dirty paci. "N-No! just farting!" Souta said, trying to save face even though it was pretty clear to anyone what he was doing. "really? are you SURE about that? daddy can just check you know." Inuyasha said, and just kept rubbing Souta's lower back, which oddly..helped his poopies come out faster. "Uhhh I..I..yeah! So..Y-You can go back and talk." Souta said. "heh. Buddy if you wanna stay in your poopie diapers for awhile, thats a at home thing." Inuyasha said in a low voice, then talked louder. "I think daddy better check for presents." with that Inuyasha stood up, but then picked Souta up under his armpits and lifted him up into the air, so he could sniff his bum. "whew! somebody made daddy LOTS of presents! we better go get you changed!" Inuyasha chuckled, pulling Souta in for a hug and setting him on his hip again, squishing the boys muddy back side in a way that wasn't as awful as Souta had pictured a poo poo pamper would be. "ok Souta. now it's time to wake up." Daddy said." as he walked over to the stroller. "huh?" "wake up sleepy head. come on. wakey wakey." Souta's eyes flew open and he sat up in his bed, looking around confused. "about time. it's almost 5 and I figured you MIGHT wanna have a few hours awake before your bed time." Inuyasha chuckled. "besides, I think somebody needs a diaper change." Souta tilted his head, looking around his room and then slowly it dawned on him. "Oh, it was all a dream." he said out loud as Inuyasha cocked a eyebrow."i uh..ehehe..hada dream I was at the park with you, in diapers and with a stroller and everything, and went poopie. felt so real I swear I can still smell the stinky diaper." the boy said, rubbing the back of his head. then he sniffed again and realized that he COULD still smell the poopie diaper, and when he wiggled his butt around his diaper felt..muddy. "Yeahhh that part wasn't just a dream buddy. I came in and found you grunting and pushing and tried to wake you up but me shaking your back lightly just made it come out more. My bad." Inuyasha said sheepishly. Souta tossed back his blanket and felt his cheeks color at the site of his swollen diaper. He had wet it and clearly messed himself. Looking away from it he went and looked around the bed, spotting a paci by his pillow and snagged it popping it in his mouth. "Hey hey, it's OK. accidents happen! Maybe the milk was going off, who knows!" Inuyasha said and patted Souta's back. "but at least you were in a diaper for your accident right?" Souta suckled and nodded. "So how about we go and get you cleaned up and then you can put on some normal undies and we forget allllll about this?" Souta thought for a moment, then suckled a lot more on the paci in his mouth, having figured Inuyasha had given it to him while he was sleeping, then shook his head no. Inuyasha was slightly taken back by that. He'd figured Souta, with all the blushing was upset and wanted to get changed asap.As was Inuyasha felt bad, and was wondering if maybe he hadn't cleaned the pacifier right or if he had made the ramen wrong and that was why Souta had had his accident. "ok..uh..did you wanna clean up by yourself?" Inuyasha asked, thinking maybe Souta didn't want the help. again, a head shake. "Dooo you wanna uh..STAY in it?" He tried, rubbing the back of his head, and again, anther head shake no. "ok throw me a bone here, what DO you want?" Souta squirmed a little, and suckled more, then pointed at the duffel bag with the diapers in them, then grabbed his pillow and buried his face in it. "Ooooh." Inuyasha smirked, getting it now. "I can change you and put you in anther diaper if that's what you want Lil guy." Souta slowly lowered the pillow and grinned behind the paci and nodded his head. "Ok Lil guy, lay back, though i better open a window before we start. if you're just stinky now.." Inuyasha said and winked, then took a pillow to the face. "...you're lucky your cute." Souta giggled as he laid back on his bed. his window was open and so was his diaper and while the smell wasn't that pleasant, he felt just like a little baby and it felt pretty darn good. Once he was all clean (Inuyasha had been really smart and gotten wipes with the rest of the supplies, which in turn made Souta picture him buying all of this and giggle behind his paci) Inuyasha had him lift up his bum and got the clean diapie under him and once he was all powdered it was taped up. "I'll go dispose of the 'treasure', you get dressed and we'll go and figure out what we wanna do." Inuyasha said and walked out with the dirty wipes inside the stinky diaper, holding it out a bit from himself and with his hand on as little of it as possible. Souta slid out of his bed and took a few experimental steps in the diapers, recalling how he'd fallen on his butt in his dream and (thankfully) found he was able to walk, albeit with a waddle to his step. waddling over to his dresser he looked though it for a pair of shorts to wear. Settling on a pair he'd had for gym class, and was red with white strips up the side, he tried to tug them one and found they were a little bit too tight with the bulky diaper. Sliding the back down he tossed them onto the bed and went with a looser blue pair and they JUST fit over the diaper, but were a little too snug for his liking so again, then got slid down and joined the other pair on his bed. 'Well this doesn't bold well.' Souta thought, rubbing his chin with the paci still in his mouth, then settling on a white pair of shorts that even with the draw string tied, he had been forced to tug up lots. Mom had said he'd grow into them and now apparently they were his last hope. Third time was the charm and they fit over the diapers, and he only had to tie the drawstring in a loose bow. the top of the diapers semi showed but he figured once he got a shirt on it would be all good. Thankfully getting a shirt on wasn't as big of a challenge and soon he waddled out in his white shorts, and a pair of white socks, with a t-shirt that was white for the body and had red sleeves. toddling into the kitchen Inuyasha was washing out hi- the baby bottle and turned to smirk. "I was starting to wonder if I'd have to come in there and dress you. did you have trouble getting pants that would fit?" he asked and Souta nodded. "Hmm, Maybe tomorrow we'll go shopping and get some thinner diapers for you then." Souta whined and shook his head no. "OK I'm not playing 20 questions every time i ask you something. what do you wanna do then?" Inuyasha chuckled. Souta huffed and then took the paci out. "I wanna go get pants that'll fit over this. and more diapers! I don't think you'll have enough if I'm wearing them ALL the time while your here." Souta said and grinned. "well considering I didn't even know if I'd be able to get you to wear for bed and nap time..." Inuyasha said and stuck out his touge. "You uh..gonna be using the potty at all while wearing them?" "III might? I dunno. kinda not sure how I feel about using them since i was asleep for it." Souta said and rubbed the back of his head. "Fair enough. but we can get more even if you just wanna wear and still use the potty." Inuyasha said and having cleaned the baby bottle headed for the fridge. "You want some more pop?" "actually not a big fan, do we have any milk left?" Souta asked. "heh, yeah, something tells me I better pick up more tomorrow too while we're out. Might have to make a list." "I'll 'menber and tell you..though uh, you do have money right? Like, vendors don't take dead animals as trade here." Souta said. "..Oh really? and here I thought I was gonna go and hunt a wild boar to pay for your diapers." Inuyasha said deadpan. "Your mom and sis left some cash and for your information, I can trade dead animals in for money at some of the butcher shops. how do you think I brought the diapers your wearing smarty pants?" "..you know in hindsight.." Souta said sheepishly, then accepted the baby bottle from Inuyasha and drank the cold milk. "So what do you wanna do till supper pup? I figure I'll order something around 7ish." "hmmm, we could go outside and play some football for awhile." Souta suggested. Inuaysha looked a little unsure about that. "Uhhh you sure you wanna do that pup?" he asked. "Whattt? Is the big bad Half demon scared of the diaper boy?" Souta giggled and turned around and swatted his puffy butt twice. " -Snk- no, I'm more worried because you can sorta tell your wearing a diaper, even with those shorts on." Inuyasha pointed out. "well I might as well get used to wearing outside now, I'll be wearing them out tomorrow." Souta pointed out. "Well semi thought you'd wanna go out in undies while shopping." "and HOW are we suppose to tell if my new pants or shorts will fit over the diapers then silly?" Souta asked and giggled at the dawning look on Inuyasha's face as he took anther swig from his ba-ba. "Touche. was just thinking about you. I might sorta kinda like you ya dork." Inuyasha said and playfully punched Souta in the arm, then picked him up and set him on his hip, just like in the dream, and headed for the door. An hour later the pair came inside, with Souta tired by happy and Inuyasha more or less the same. they had taken turns in the net and Souta had won 5 to 2 and never suspected a thing about how Inuyasha had let him win. the only slight problem with the whole thing had been when some people had started up the shrine steps, apparently a sight seeing family and had assumed the house was a shrine, but Inuyasha's hearing had picked them up and he'd gotten his ball cap on and turned to ask them to leave. (Though he had a feeling the two young boys of the family, 5 and 7 by the looks of them had seen Souta, and also noted the padding judging by the grins and giggles coming from them) Naturally Inuyasha kept this to himself when it became clear Souta thought he was still in the clear, since he didn't wanna upset the little guy and since the family looked American he doubted it was really going to be a issue. he sent Souta to go and wash up while he called the pizza place, following a script that Kagome had left him so he didn't sound too weird and had a large meat lovers on it's way by the time Souta came out of the bathroom, admittedly with the dirt gone since he had turned it into muddy smudges. "you know, I hear theirs this amazing thing, called soap and water. and if you use it, you actually get clean." Inuyasha commented and then went and got a rag from the sink wet and soapy and motioned the diaper boy over. "GASP! Is that how that works?" Souta said, and stuck his touge out at the demon and giggled. "you know, if you just wanted me to wash you, you coulda just said so." Inuyasha commented, wiping down the boys face and hands and arms. "wheres the fun in that?And what did ya order?" Souta asked as Inuyasha wiped down his legs. "Pizza, a meat lovers. So if i have to wash you does that mean I'm gonna need to cut your food up and feed you too?" Inuyasha asked and smirked. the boy froze and blushed. "er, I think that MIGHT be going a little too far." Sensing he'd gone a bit too far Inuyasha nodded and dropped it. "So wanna watch a movie while we wait? I figure we can eat in the living room." Inuyasha said then added. "well you'll eat on a blanket on the floor. I've watched you eat." "heh, fair enough and sure! But I get to pick the movie!" Souta said and then dashed into the living room. (Well maybe dash wasn't the right word for the boys movement with the thick diapers, seeing as it had swelled a bit from his sweat while playing outside.) 'mental note: next time pick him up and carry him before he trips and hurts himself.' Inuyasha thought shaking his head and then moved to follow.

chapter 3

In the end Souta picked Kiki's delivery service and Inuyasha found himself struggling to get into it. Still, the Lil pup clearly liked it, giggling and coo'ing as he watched it so that helped make up for the boredom. They were half a hour in when a knock at the front door. Souta started to get up, with a cry of 'I'll get it!' but thankfully his diaper butt slowed him down and Inuyasha firmly but gentle pushed him back on his butt. "I think I'll get it, Your in huggies and I'm the one with the money remember?"He asked. "Oh..yeah." Souta giggled and blew a raspberry. Chuckling at what a cute diaper dork Souta was turning out to be Inuyasha went and answered the door, glad he'd decided to be the one when it was a high school aged boy with the pie's. the guy stared though lots and it wasn't till Inuyasha paid and closed the door he realized why and cursed softly. "Smart. REAL smart." he muttered, as he'd taken the ball cap off when they came back inside and had forgotten to put it back on.  "Maybe he'll just think I'm a furry." Walking back into the living room with the pizza pies', Inuyasha was taken back for a second as Souta was in just his diapers, his shirt and pants folded up neatly on the side of the blanket. "Do I wanna ask?" Inuyasha asked smirking, as he set the pizza down. "I don't wanna get Pizza all over my clothes." Souta said with a giggle. "Oh! well that was VERY clever of you little guy!" he said, and reached over to ruffle the little guys hair. "ehehehe yeah!" Souta beamed with pride, then got a funny look on his face. "Er..Inuyasha.. did you put your cap on?" "..yeah no. in hindsight I should let you answer the door. I figure buddy will just think I'm a furry or something." "heh. hehehe silly 'yasha!" Souta giggled. Getting the little diaper boy 2 pieces of pizza on a plate and refilling his baby bottle, Inuyasha sat down with some pop and 4 pieces on his plate. He had toyed with going and grabbing a bib he had seen in the dish towel drawer and tying it around Souta's neck, but given how the little guy had reacted when he asked about cutting up his food and feeding him Inuyasha didn't wanna push the little guy too far. Still, he found himself fascinated watching Souta eat as by the time they were done, he had pizza sauce on his chest, his arms, and SOMEHOW in his hair. 'Ok I don't care what he says, next time we get pizza I'm feeding him.' If Souta was telling the truth he was a little disappointed that Inuyasha hadn't put a bib on him, though he figured it was his own fault for his reaction to being fed. Still, to encourage a bib for his next meal Souta went all out being a big messy baby, getting sauce all over himself and giggling as he saw Inuyasha's eyes twitching. with the meal over, and the movie basically done Inuyasha turned it off and smirked at Souta. "Did you even get any in your mouth?" he teased. "Some! And it was good!" Souta said then let out a loud belch, followed by a muffled fart. the fart brought a light blush to his face as he hadn't meant for THAT to come out but Inuyasha just smirked. "My pup is gas powered now huh?" Inuyasha teased. "Do need a diaper change or anything? Actually, never mind on that, you need a bath. your more sauce then boy at this point." Souta giggled, having been about to admit he'd been soaking his diaper off and on during the movie and was pretty soggy. Inuyasha picked him up under his arm pits and carried him towards the bathroom, with Souta getting semi nervous as he was carried because his diaper was sagging BIG time. "I was gonna ask if you needed to sit on the potty before your bath but I think you're all peed out." Inuyasha chuckled. "eheheh..well i figured why bother getting up when.." Souta said sheepishly. "hey, not complaining." Inuyasha said. He set the little guy down on his feet as they got in the bathroom, un-taping the soggy diaper and balling it up and tossing it in the bin, then moving to start the water, looking over his shoulder. "While I'm filling up the tub you can still try and use the potty if you want." Souta nodded and then let out anther poot, and popped a seat on the toilet and let out a few more thunder poots as Inuyasha got the tub filled up for him. "heh, all good? you're not gonna you know what in the tub are you?" Inuyasha asked as he shut the water off. "NO!" Souta huffed, crossing his arms and blushing BIG time. "ok ok. Do you wanna wash yourself or.." Inuyasha trailed off. "oh..um.. " Souta rubbed the back of his head, "You can wash me a guess, but I wanna play with my bath toys after!" Souta said and pointed to a cabinet. "heh, Fair enough." After getting the little fart machine clean, and letting him play for half a hour in the water Inuyasha claimed Souta was wrinkled enough and pulled the plug, helping the pup out of the tub and drying him off with a thick fluffy towel then swaddling him in it and carrying him to his bedroom. He hadn't bothered to go and get Souta's pants and shirt since it was almost bedtime though he had left the little guy alone to go and get the baby bottle and get it cleaned out, having refilled it with just water for the night since they were getting low on milk and figured Souta would want some for breakfast in the morning. he had a blue mouth guard paci for the little guy to nurse on as he handed him one of his stuffies (A puppy dog this time) and then proceeded to get Souta in anther thick diaper and then tickled his tummy as Souta nursed on his paci and hugged the stuffie. "You ready for bed or want a bed time story first?" Inuyasha asked, having set the ba-ba of water on Souta's night stand. "Stowy!" Souta coo'ed around his paci. "..Your just too damn cute, you know that right?" Inuyasha said and tapped a finger on Souta's nose while the Lil pup giggled and nodded. Getting up he walked over and looked over the selection of books Souta had on his dresser, then picked one called 'The True Story of the 3 Little Pigs!' and started to read to the little guy, who conked out before he was halfway though the first story. Inuyasha was confused, they had been out shopping for a little while and the longer they were out the more bold Souta got (not that he minded that) but they had also gone to a few stores Inuyasha hadn't of expected. case in point, at the moment they were at a junior miss which just happened to have a big baby section and Souta had shoo'ed him away while going to pick out a few thing to try on. It wasn't that he wasn't all for Souta wearing whatever he wanted, it was just that well..he'd expected a diaper BOY to cuddle and look after and now it was looking like he was gonna have a little sissy on his hands. 'I hope he's not as moody as his sister.' Inuyasha thought with a little smirk. of course he liked liked Kagome but there was times when she just got on his last nerve, such as having to sit and wait on her to pick out outfits or once a month when there was just NO pleasing her. Still he would TRY and be a nice supportive daddy, or at least that's what he told himself till Souta pulled back the Curtain and skipped out. He was wearing a pair of pink flat's, that had hot pink bows on them, followed by a pair of knee highs that were a lighter shade of pink then the shoes. he had on a hot pink diaper cover over his diaper, with some light pink frills on the butt (Something Inuyasha got to see as the boy turned around and patted his butt) and was wearing a pink (the same shade as the shoes) dress that had puffy shoulders with the skirt part ruffled and FAR to short to cover up the boys diapers when he was standing. To top the look off he had a bow in his hair, once again hot pink and stood back up and blew a kiss at Inuyasha. "what do you think daddy? Aren't I the cutest widdle sissy ever?" Souta gushed and did a little twirl. "I uh..well.." Inuyasha stammered for a reply. "Oh! I know the problem!" Souta said and snapped his fingers, suddenly Inuyasha was in a matching out. "You wanna go twinies! that's ok! I called Kagome back and she can watch both of us!" Inuyasha was frozen in shock and shame as he looked at the bulk between his legs, and at his reflection, then heard Kagome giggling. "Awww there's my little sissies!" She giggled and snapped pictures of them both, Souta posing and Inuyasha trying to cover his diaper up. As he did so Sango and Koga and every one was suddenly there, all pointing and laughing at the padded and sissified demon. Sitting up in his bed in the guest bedroom, Inuyasha was drenched in sweat and blushing badly as he panted. "Ok. That's it. no more ranmen before bed." he groaned and flopped back on his back, trying to get back to sleep. Thankfully the rest of the night was nightmare free,And Inuyasha was woken up about 10 minutes before his alarm clock would of gone off anyways by Souta jumping on his bed. "Come onnn, it's morning, we can do stuff again!" the Lil pup giggled, crawling up the bed and shaking Inuyasha. "I don't suppose you'd just go and let me have the 10 minutes left I have on my alarm clock?" Inuyasha asked, smirking and trying to pull his blanket up but then caught whiff of why Souta might of been eager for him to wake up. "heh, Did you make boom boom in your sleep again, or woke up and decided you might need some smelling slat to wake me up?" Inuyasha said, rolling over and tugging Souta in for a hug. "ehehehe..Woke up smelly and uh.. it's not the worst feeling in the world but wanna a diapie change." Souta said and nuzzled into the half demon. "Alirght. fair enough, though do you always mess the bed, or this just a special treat saved for me?" Inuyasha teased, letting go of the boy and sliding out of bed in just his boxers and sliding a pair of loose red jogging pants on. "Oh, Totally planed this all JUST for you. you know me, the gift that keeps on giving." Souta said sarcastically then blew a raspberry, carefully getting out of the bed. "You know, I don't HAVE to change you till after we eat." Inuyasha chuckled and winked so the pup knew he was teasing. Still the threat had a semi expected reaction, and the front of Souta's diaper grew a little damper. "I'll be good!" One smelly diaper change later and Souta was in his booster seat, in just his diapers and chowing down on some oatmeal while Inuyasha enjoyed some eggs and bacon. Souta would of gone for the eggs and bacon but somehow it felt more babyish to have the oatmeal and he was in a super babyish mood that day. he could of just had cereal too but Inuyasha pointed out that they had enough milk for a bowl of milk and a little bit in his baby bottle or a decent amount in the baby bottle, and well, bottle won hands down. He was also wearing the white bib with the yellow ducky on it and had almost asked Inuyasha to spoon feed him, but recalled how he'd turned that down the night before and didn't wanna be a hypocrite. "So where were you thinking of going for your clothes?" Inuyasha asked, looking a little nervous for some reason. "Uhhh they have a department store in town that has a grocery section, so I figured we'll go get it all done in one. why?" "No reason!" Inuyasha said a little too fast, and then turned to read the newspaper. Souta raised a eyebrow but figured he'd drop it. he was after all acting like a big baby, so who was he to call someone else out on a few quirks? After a quick wash up (he tried hard to make sure he only messed up his bib, and for the most part manged) Inuyasha got a white t-shirt on and his ball cap while Souta tugged on his shorts and shirt from the day before. "So..I don't wanna push you or anything, but do you think I'm gonna need to pack a diaper bag?" Inuyasha asked him. The thought of getting a diaper change in a public bathroom crossed Souta's mind and his face turned crimson. but then the idea of being stuck in a leaky diaper till they got diapers or worse, a smelly one wasn't too appealing either. "uhhh how long you think we're gonna be out?" Souta asked. "well, we're walking sooo I dunno, Hour, maybe two? was thinking we'd get lunch at a noddle shop." Inuyasha said, then winked. "And if your good MAYBE we'll go and get you a toy." "Oh oh! I want a Ultraman figure! wait no, a new football! wait no I-" he started to gush, getting all excited. "ONLY if your good." Inuyasha said again and chuckled. "I'm ALWAYS good!" Souta giggled and stuck out his touge. "I've heard horror stories from your mom and Kagome about taking you shopping." "oh..well. I'll be good this time. not like I have to wait while you go and try on every pair of heels in a store." Souta said and made a face. "heh. true. so coming back to the million dollar question: Diaper bag or no diaper bag?" Souta put a hand to his chin, looking all thoughtful then finally nodded. "better pack one just in case. better to have it and not need it.." he trailed off. "then need it and not have it. got ya pup." Inuyasha said and went off to go and pack one. with the duffel bag repacked so there was only two diapers in it, along with the baby bottle now filled with water and a paci just in case, Inuyasha took the pups hand and they headed out the door.

[destiel-love-forever]

The Set-Up

In Claire and Jack Novak's opinion, it's been far too long since their dad went out on a date. Castiel Novak doesn't think it's an issue. His children disagree.

So, they make a plan.

Enter a dating app, a fake profile, and an unsuspecting Dean Winchester. What could go wrong?

Read Below or on AO3: The Set-Up

The Set-Up

The plan is simple. Only 3 steps.

Stage One: Make the dating profile.

The first thing the app asks is what picture or pictures they’d like to include. Claire wants the picture to be more on the attractive side, while Jack thinks it should be goofy. They decide to add three in order to cover all the bases. The first is of their dad when they went on a hike last month. He’s wearing that light blue shirt that makes his eyes bright. It was a weekend, so his stubble is grown in. The smile on his face is carefree, showing off his dimples and eye wrinkles. They both agree that he’s handsome - even sexy, if it were possible for their dad to be sexy - and use that as his main photo. The second picture is of their dad at an outdoor concert. He’s wearing his blackRebel With A Cause shirt and his sock monkey winter hat with the strings hanging down. The third is a picture of the three of them at the ocean. Uncle Gabriel had taken the photo just after a huge wave knocked them over, so everyone’s hair is all over the place. They’re standing together haphazardly, arms wrapped around each other so they can smile for the picture. You can practically hear the laughter.

“Perfect,” Claire announces, clapping her hands together after this part is done. “Now they see he’s a hot, goofy, single dad.”

“Do we want them to know the single dad part?” Jack asks nervously.

“Uh, duh! This isn’t Tinder, Jack. This is looking for a long-term thing. I think it’d be a little hard to do that while keeping his sixteen-year-old twin teenagers a secret.”

Jack shrugs, unable to argue. He clicks the NEXT button and they continue filling out the profile. It takes them thirty-four minutes, and a lot of arguing. It’s a relief when they finally submit it.

“Now what?” Jack asks as they stare at the finished profile.

“Now,” Claire pauses dramatically, giving Jack a crazed smile that makes him wonder if this plan was actually a good idea. “We wait.”

----

When Dean gets home from work after pulling a double-shift, he grabs a cold beer from the fridge and plops down on the couch. He kicks his feet up and turns on the TV to watch the football game that’s about to start. As the announcers go back and forth on what team is going to win, Dean starts messing around on his phone. His thumb hovers over the dating app Sam convinced him to install last week. He hasn’t looked at it since the first night. It’s not that he doesn’t want to find someone, he’d love to, but it’s such a time-consuming process.

After glancing up at the TV to see that there’s still ten minutes before kick-off, he figures he might as well scroll through the thing. What’s the harm in looking? It might even be entertaining.

Case in point: The first profile Dean sees is of a man maybe ten years older than him with a black Santa beard, who has wrapped himself in a strange-looking rainbow towel and is holding what looks like a pet mouse. Dean doesn’t even read the description of that one.

The next isn’t terrible. A younger guy with a cute smile. Dean rolls his eyes when he reads the blurb on the guy's profile. Every achievement in his life is written out for Dean to read - from winning his highschool talent show to getting a masters in business. He then lays out his dating history, in which each situation he was the victim.

Next.

Dean's breath catches when he flicks his thumb to a picture of an absolutely beautiful man. He's standing on what looks like the top of the mountain, grinning at the camera. Despite the hiking clothes and messy, sweaty hair, he still manages to be Dean's wet dream.

Holding his breath, Dean starts to read the blurb on this guy's - Castiel, Age 38 - profile. He's praying this guy doesn't suck like all the others.

I'm a freelance photographer, a terrible singer, and have a set of 16-year-old twins that make my world chaotic. When my kiddos graduate I plan on doing a lot of traveling. My Hogwarts house is Hufflepuff - yeah I'm a 38-year-old man who cares about his Hogwarts house, fight me - and my patronus is a guinea pig. I'm allergic to guinea pigs though, so not sure what that says about me. Message at your own risk if none of that scares you off.

Dean reads the paragraph two more times, grinning like an idiot. He scrolls through the rest of the pictures, each one sporting an equally good looking Castiel, and decides this one is worth a shot.

He opens up the chat feature but then his thumbs freeze. What does he even say? He rereads Castiel's paragraph before typing out what he hopes will be a response the guy likes.

Dean spends the rest of the game checking the app every two minutes. When he finally gets the checkmark that Castiel read it, he holds his breath and stares at the screen. Then it tells him Castiel is typing. Dean's heart races. He decides it'd be a good idea to grab another beer while he waits.

This Castiel guy has him feeling like a damn teenager again. If Dean's being honest, he kind of missed that.

----

"Dad got a new message!"

"Oh god, is it another creeper?" Jack asks, hurrying over to where his sister is sitting on the couch. It's a valid question. They've had some real wackjobs message their dad. One asked upfront for a dick pic. Another told him he'd like to bring him on a walk in the forest at night. Suffice to say, those got deleted.

"No, he's hot!" Claire grins at Jack, showing him a picture of a very handsome man that looks to be a little younger than their dad. He has kind green eyes and a warm smile. The picture shows him at what seems to be a barbecue, people blurred in the background as he stands there wearing a faded flannel and holding a beer. Relaxed. Casual. Not full of himself.

"What's his profile say?"

Claire clicks on the button that makes the profile blurb pop up and read out loud, "I'm a pretty laid back guy, but I still squeeze in adventures every once in a while. Nothing's better than a lazy Sunday on the couch watching football - though kayaking down the river is a close second. If those kinds of things sound good to you, feel free to message me."

"He sounds good," Jack muses.

"Good? How about great. He's perfect. I mean, dad isn't a huge football fan, but he could read a book or something as they cuddle! And dad loves kayaking and stuff like that."

Jack lifts his hands. "I'm sorry. You're right. He sounds great. What does his message say?"

After a second, Claire reads, "Your chaos doesn't scare me. Life should be messy after all, right? Plus, I don't own any guinea pigs, so we're batting a thousand so far. Look at us go - and then a wink face."

"He's funny. That's good! Dad needs to laugh more."

"Dad needs to do what?" Castiel asks, strolling into the living room while looking at his twins suspiciously.

"Oh. Uh." Claire and Jack exchange a look. Then Claire says, "Sleep more. We were just talking about how you're always up late and up early. You need to relax more."

Castiel chuckles. "I'll keep that in mind. Don't worry about your old man, kiddos. I'm fine."

As Castiel flips through the channels on the TV, Claire leans in to whisper in Jack's ear. "He's not fine, but he will be." She shows him the message she sent back to Dean, grinning mischievously.

"Stage two?" Jack asks in excitement.

"Stage two."

Stage Two: Arrange a meeting.

After seven messages stretched over 36 hours, Dean asks if they can meet. He suggests something low key and public, making a joke about serial killers, and Castiel (A.K.A. Claire and Jack) says he knows just the place. They agree on grabbing some coffee on Saturday morning at a little cafe downtown. Ten A.M.

That gives the twins sixteen hours to get their dad to that cafe at that particular time. Unsuspecting, of course.

Stage Three: Get dad to the cafe.

They ambush him at dinner. Claire starts - she’s usually the one to take the reins. Even as a toddler, she was the troublemaker of the two.

“So, dad. What are you doing tomorrow morning?”

Castiel, always very perceptive, pauses halfway through cutting his steak and looks up at his daughter. His eyebrows pull in. “Nothing… that I know of.”

“Perfect! We want to hang out with you.”

“Excuse me?” Castiel looks at Jack, then back at Claire, highly suspicious. “You want to hang out? With me? On a Saturday?” He looks at each of them again. “Without me telling you you have to?”

Jack steps in. “School starts in a week. I’ll be busy with football and student council, and Claire will be busy with dance and drama. We just wanted to spend a little extra time with you.”

Wanting to make this sound a bit more realistic - because they’re teenagers after all - Claire adds, “And we were kiiiiiind of hoping you’d bring us clothes shopping for back to school, too.”

“Ahh, there it is. The motive.” Castiel winks at his kids. “Fine. We can go school clothes shopping.”

“And coffee!” Jack adds enthusiastically.

“Coffee?”

Claire shoots her brother a look for shouting that at their dad instead of being more subtle, then smiles at Castiel and says, “Well, that’s what we wanted to do first. Get coffees and then go shopping.”

“You don’t have to bribe me, kiddos. I’ll take you shopping.”

“It’s not a bribe,” Jack states firmly.

“Yeah. It’s a thing.” Claire shrugs a shoulder. “It’s very New York City. Everyone’s been doing it.”

“Doing what?” Castiel asks, slightly exasperated.

“Getting coffees. It’s way cooler than stupid stuff like bowling or the movies.”

Jack nods. “It’s more sophisticated. Grown-up.”

This makes Castiel smile. “Okay. Grown-up coffee date it is.”

----

Castiel sighs as they walk into the coffee shop. It’s been a morning of overbearing children. First, he planned on letting them sleep-in this morning. What teenagers don’t want to sleep-in on Saturday, a week before they go back to school? Apparently Castiel’s. They made it clear they needed to get their coffee by 10 AM, because the mall opens at 11 and they don’t want to have to wait in lines.

Then what Castiel wanted to wear - old jeans and a hooded sweatshirt - was apparently not cool enough for them, whatever that means. They talked him into his nice pair of dark jeans and a soft grey sweater that’s thin enough for the lingering warmth of summer.

As he started driving them to Starbucks, he was quickly directed downtown instead. His kids love Starbucks. At least, they used to. Now it’s apparently not what everyone is doing. It’s not New York City - something they both keep saying, even though Castiel is clueless what New York has to do with anything.

Now they’re in the coffee shop, and Castiel is sent to get himself coffee while Claire and Jack go talk to a friend. They say they’ll be back in a minute, telling Castiel to just go sit. When he offers to get them their coffees, they both nearly shout at him not to before stuttering something about not being sure what they want yet.

Castiel gets his Americano and slumps down at a table in the corner. He pulls his phone out and opens the chat for Gabriel. He’s the coolest person Castiel knows - which sort of hurts the soul to admit.

Castiel: Do you know what it means for something to be ‘So New York City’? And since when is Starbucks not cool?

"Excuse me?" Castiel puts his phone down and glances up at the man who just spoke to him. He's taken aback. Not only is the man gorgeous - dressed in black jeans and a faded denim-colored button-up shirt that has the top few buttons left open, with a charming smile that involves the prettiest pink lips Castiel has ever seen, a dusting of freckles, and green eyes that feel like they could see into his soul - but he's also standing extremely close to Castiel. Like, if Castiel were to stand up, they'd be chest to chest.

Castiel clears his throat and awkwardly says, "Uh, hey. Can I help you?"

The guy stares at him for a few seconds, then his gorgeous smile fades. "You're Castiel, right?"

"Right." Castiel scans the cafe, confused. "I'm sorry, have we met?"

"Seriously?"

"Well - yes."

The guy huffs, clearly angry now. "I'm Dean."

"Okay." Castiel scratches the back of his head and laughs nervously. "Well, hi Dean. Can I help you with something?"

"Great. I knew you were too good to be true. Just had to be a fucking dick." Dean turns to leave before spinning back around and glaring at Castiel. "Why even show up? Why keep messaging me? Seriously. What the hell is this?"

Now Castiel is really confused. "Messaging you? I'm sorry, sir. I have no idea-" his eyes travel past Dean's shoulder, catching sight of Jack and Claire trying to hide behind a bookshelf. "Oh, Jesus christ."

"What?" Dean growls.

Castiel laughs softly. That's all he can do in this situation. He's so shocked that his kids pulled this off that he can't even be pissed right now. He's sure that will come later, though.

"Let me guess. We met on a dating app or website."

"Dude, what is this? Is this some sort of fucking game?"

"No. Unfortunately, it is not." Castiel points at his twins, who look terrified. When Dean sees them, Castiel explains. "Apparently my pain in the ass teenagers didn't want to accept my I don't want to date right now. I'm assuming they're who you've been talking to."

Dean stares at them before turning to look at Castiel with wide eyes. "You know, it was written on your profile that they create chaos in your life. I was forewarned. Just had no idea I was going to be a part of their troublemaking."

"Okay, I need to see this profile now." Castiel laughs, trying to imagine what his kids would have put. "Can I buy you coffee as an apology?"

"An apology?" Dean scoffs, stepping closer to him so he can speak in a lower voice. "You're not getting out of this one, blue eyes. I'm on their side. You and I are on a date right now."

"We most certainly are not."

Dean winks at him. Winks! "I'm gonna grab myself a coffee. You just stay there."

"But-"

"Need anything? Muffin? Refill?"

"I - but - no." Castiel wipes a hand down his face, suddenly nervous. He's on a date. He's not ready for a date. He doesn't have topics prepared in case the conversation lulls. He didn't ask Gabriel what to do or say in every possible scenario.

Before Castiel can panic further, Dean is back. He puts a gentle hand on Castiel's shoulder and pushes him until he's sitting in his chair, then goes to the opposite side of the table to sit across from him. His grin is even wider than it was when they first spoke. That was a sexy, but nervous Dean. This is a confident, amused Dean.

Great.

"So, Castiel. Let's get a few things straight. Is your patronus really a guinea pig? And how exactly does one get themselves sorted into Hufflepuff?"

Castiel groans. What other embarrassing stuff has his children told this man? He looks over at where Jack and Claire or clearly spying on them from across the cafe. He narrows his eyes and mouths you two are dead while doing a line across his throat with his finger.

When he turns to look at Dean again, the guy is laughing. He's loving this.

"First of all," Castiel begins, letting a large amount of sass into his tone. "If we’re going to try this, you aren’t allowed to bash Hufflepuff. What’s your house anyway?”

“Gryffindor,” Dean states proudly.

Castiel rolls his eyes. “Cliche.”

“Uh, I can’t help that that’s my house!”

“Did you take the official test?” Dean doesn’t even have to answer. The look on his face and the way his eyes awkwardly dart to the side give him away. Castiel points an accusing finger at him. “Exactly. So you’re one of those wannabe Harry Potter guys. No giving me shit for being Hufflepuff until you take the test too, asshole.”

Dean laughs softly, looking at Castiel with eyes that practically sparkle. “Alright. Fair enough.”

“Second of all, that right there?” Castiel points a finger at his twins, then at Dean. “Not cool. Not cool. You’re on team dad if you come around. No joining those two to gang up on me.”

The smirk Dean gives Castiel makes it pretty damn clear this rule isn’t going to be followed, even though he says, “Of course.”

Lucky for Dean, Castiel’s already hooked on this man. He’s laid back. Good looking. Funny. Charming. It’s easy for them to talk and tease each other. He’s making Castiel laugh for the first time in a long time. Plus, he already passed the crazy teenager test. If this guy can handle the fact that he was tricked by the twins to come here on a blind date with their dorky, uncooperative dad, then Castiel can give him a chance.

“What’s number three?” Dean asks.

“Huh?”

“There was a first of all. Then a second of all.” Dean puts his elbows on the table and leans closer to Castiel, almost like they’re sharing secrets. “What’s the third of all?”

“Umm,” Castiel looks at his coffee, feeling himself blush. He’s pretty sure he hasn’t blushed in years. “Third of all - ummm.”

“Can I do the third of all?”

Castiel tilts his head, looking at Dean in curiosity. “Sure.”

“Great.” Dean licks his lips, eyes flicking down to Castiel’s own mouth. When he looks back up at Castiel, it looks like he wants to eat him alive. “I'm bringing you to dinner tonight so we can have a proper first date. One where your two goofballs aren't spying on us."

Castiel turns around, laughing when he sees that Jack and Claire have moved closer now, trying to hide behind an open menu that barely covers one of their faces, let alone two. He looks back and Dean and smiles. "Dinner tonight sounds perfect."

[hope-for-olicity]

Airplanes, Coffee and Deadlines 6/?

Felicity begins working at a national newspaper where she has always dreamed of working. On her first day, she meets a very interesting photojournalist. The two will eventually work together but sparks fly immediately. This and all previous chapters are also available on AO3.

This chapter is set in a war-torn country.  

Oliver was waiting to feel some sort of regret for breaking down Felicity’s door but he couldn’t. She was in distress, he needed to be with her. 

Hearing the knock on his door, Oliver opened it to find Felicity with her things. He could tell that she’d made an effort to look less shaken. Makeup on, ponytail firmly in place but he knew it was a front. 

Felicity put her bag on the bed, “Let’s head down for dinner.”

Oliver followed her out the door, locking it behind them.

~~~~~

Felicity was digging into her burger and fries, she wasn’t that hungry she but she figured she couldn't talk if her mouth was full. She had no idea what to say to Oliver. It was all so overwhelming. Yet, she got to go home. The Syrian people had to stay here. This was their life. What right did she have to feel bad? She needed to suck it up so they could tell their stories. 

Oliver was on to Felicity’s avoidance tactic. He’d been in her shoes. He ached to help so he did something he’d only done once. He decided to tell Felicity about covering the aftermath of a suicide bombing in Afghanistan. He only ever told Caitlin what happened. Felicity’s eyes were riveted as he explained in detail, the smell and taste of carnage he witnessed. The wails of grief he heard all around him as people found their loved ones. “I  heard those wails in my dreams for months after, still do sometimes. The bombing was so wrong. These were innocent people. I felt grief, rage, sadness and most of all he felt useless. Also, I felt and still feel I am not entitled to my grief. I’m not a victim, I’m an observer. Here to tell the story. But Caitlin, my doctor, explained that everyone, including me, is entitled to their grief. Yes, I get to go back to my safe life but I was there and I have feelings.” He looked at Felicity to see if any of this was sinking in.

“I’m so sorry you witnessed that and continue to suffer. But you must know that those photos impacted the way I and so many others thought about Afghanistan. I felt their pain. I wanted to help. You made a difference.” Felicity reached for his hand, squeezing it in solidarity.

“Felicity, I hope I’m not overstepping but I think when we go back you should speak to Caitlin, Dr. Snow. She really helped me sort out all the overwhelming thoughts that come from being in a war zone. Because I’m pretty sure those nightmares of yours will not go away on their own.”

Felicity took the last bite of her hamburger. She had the utmost respect for mental health professionals, it’s not that she’d ever been against seeing someone. It’s just she didn’t know how to talk about what she’d seen or felt, for the first time in her life she struggled with words. 

Oliver could almost see Felicity thinking as she chewed. “No pressure, you can think about it. Caitlin never forced me to talk about things I was uncomfortable with…” Oliver really wanted to help but he knew he wasn’t the one with those skills.

“Thanks, Oliver.” She yawned. “I think I’m going to go to bed.”

“Here’s my extra key,” He handed her the secondary card he’d been given he checked in. “Sleep well.”

“Thanks,” Felicity began to walk away then stopped and returned. “I forgot to pay for dinner.”

“No worries, I got it.  Get some rest. Tomorrow is another day.” He gave her a weak smile, knowing just how long nights can be.

~~~~~

When Felicity got back to Oliver’s room she did her nighttime routine, taking her makeup off, brushing her teeth, putting on comfy PJs. She foolishly believed this might provide some level of comfort to keep the nightmares at bay. 

She climbed in bed. It felt better than she was expecting. The sheets smelled like Oliver. She smiled. It was like he was here with her. This might be just the comfort she needed.

Felicity was so grateful to have him in her life. Maybe she would go see Caitlin when they got home. It was worth trying. But for now, she’d try to get some sleep. Tomorrow she wanted to talk to Oliver about going a little farther out. She knew there were stories out there that weren’t being heard.

Thinking about tomorrow made her realize she should send her Mom a quick message. She knew how much messages from Oliver meant when he was away. She wanted to provide her Mom with some comfort.

To: Donna.Smoak@gmail.com

Fr: Felicity.Smoak@starlingglobe.com

Hey Mom,

I hope everything is okay with you and Baby. I miss you both so much! Please give Baby extra hugs from me. Please keep the pictures coming, they are a bright spot in my day. I’m doing okay, there is no need to worry. I’m doing important work and realizing just how lucky we are. Off to bed now, didn’t want you to worry.

Hugs and love, 

Felicity

Felicity saw an email from Lyla, felt guilty for not opening it but decided it would best to wait until morning to open it. She took one more look at her most recent picture of Baby before snuggling into Oliver’s blankets.

~~~~~

Oliver decided to stay in the bar for a while after Felicity went to bed. He uploaded today’s photos to his laptop. He knew he had some pretty good shots that would work to enhance Felicity’s story. He was going to suggest this story be made a feature in this Saturday’s edition. 

As he looked at the photos, a notification came up that he had a new email from Lyla.

To: Oliver.Queen@starlingglobe.com

Fr: Lyla.Michaels@starlingglobe.com

Hey you,

Just want you to know that the work that you and Felicity are doing over there is having an impact. The TV news channels are doing panels to discuss the ongoing war. I know it can be tough when you are in the field but what you do matters.

I wrote Felicity earlier but no response yet. I hope she’s doing okay. We all know the first time is especially rough. Her writing is amazing. Maybe she went to bed early?

Take care of yourselves and come home safe.

Lyla

Oliver smiled. He knew how lucky he was to have a supportive editor back home. Not everyone had that. He looked at the bartender to signal he wanted another beer when he felt someone sit down beside him. He turned, happy to see a friendly face.

“Oliver Queen, back again.” Sara Lance gave him a quick hug. 

“It’s good to see you, Sara. Although I hope you being here does not mean the rumours about Nora and Zari are true?” Oliver gave a concerned look to his long-time friend sometimes friend with benefit. 

“Well, if you heard they are missing, that much is true. Of course, we are worried they are kidnapped but there has been no ransom demand yet.” Sara got the bartender’s attention and ordered a drink. “So, where’s Digg?”

“Lyla just had a baby so he’s sitting this one out. I have a new reporter with me, it’s her first time.” Oliver took a sip of his beer.

“How’s she holding up? We all know the first time is especially rough.” Sara sighed knowingly.

“It’s getting to her but she’s not throwing in the towel. Her work is amazing, even Lyla thinks so.” Oliver worried he sounded like he was bragging but he couldn’t help it. Felicity impressed the hell out of him.

“Well, I look forward to meeting her. Anyone who impresses Oliver Queen is worth meeting.” Sara smiled. “Anything going on there?”

“No,” Oliver answered quickly. “I mean no, there is nothing wrong with her. She’s smart, funny and beautiful but we are colleagues. Nothing more. We are friends.” There Oliver thought he put that to bed.

“Now I can’t wait to meet her. The gentleman doth protest too much.” Sara laughed. “I’m off for some shuteye. I’m heading out in the field tomorrow.”

“Good luck with your search,” Oliver said solemnly. Both he and Sara knew of too many cases where missing journalists went missing forever.

~~~~~

Oliver decided to walk past his room on the way to Felicity’s just to make sure she was okay. He stopped to listen. He heard nothing, good maybe that meant she was sleeping soundly. He began walking away when he heard a “NO.”

He rushed back to the room slipping his key in the door. He saw Felicity tossing in bed. It broke his heart. He knew she longed to help these people and that is what was causing all the pain. 

Oliver walked slowly toward the bed. He leaned over to turn on the light next to the bed. “Felicity,” he spoke softly. “Felicity, it’s just a dream. Wake up. I’m here.” Oliver sat on the edge of the bed. He began to lightly stroke her hair as he spoke. 

Felicity grabbed Oliver’s hand in her hair as she woke out of breath, eyes looking around the room.

“Hey, it’s me. It’s Oliver. Everything is okay. It was a dream.” Oliver could see Felicity adjusting to reality. “Here, let me get you a drink of water.” Oliver went to the small bar fridge, grabbed a bottle of water he stocked. He opened the lid as he returned to the bed, handing it to Felicity.

Felicity took a large gulp. The water felt good going down her throat. She focused on getting her breathing under control. She turned to Oliver with tears in her eyes. “Please don’t send me home. I’ll get better. I need to be here. Please, Oliver, don’t tell Lyla. I want to stay.”

Oliver hated the fear he saw in her eyes. “Felicity, I’m not going to send you home. Your reaction is totally normal. You are a caring person and what you are seeing here is horrific. Lyla knows that the first time is hard, she will never judge you for having nightmares. I’m sure she’s had her share. I wish there was something I could do to help you.”

“Oh Oliver, you are already helping me. More than you will ever know. I feel less alone when I’m with you. Knowing that a journalist as amazing as yourself has also struggled makes me feel less like a weakling.” Felicity looked away as she took another sip of water.  

Oliver cupped Felicity’s face in his hands. “You, Felicity Smoak, are no weakling. You are are a woman who feels things. Important things and it’s coming through your work. Your words are making a difference. I heard from Lyla tonight, she said are stories are stirring up talk at home, there are panels on TV news. People are talking about Syria again. People are aware and it’s because of your work. You are making a difference. You are helping these people as best you can.”

“Oh Oliver, thank you.” Felicity removed his hands from her face and pulled him in for a hug. After holding him for a few minutes she pulled back. “I want to go farther out. To areas, we haven’t been to see if it’s any different. Can we do that?”

Oliver thought of Nora and Zari. He wasn’t sure what to say.

“What is it?” Felicity studied Oliver’s face.

“Two Reuters journalists went missing. They went a little farther out and now they are missing. So I’m a little wary of going too far.” Oliver decided honesty was best.

“Oh, of course. That is terrible. Were they kidnapped?” Felicity bit her lip. She knew kidnapping was possible but now that it seems to have happened it is all more real.

“No word from kidnappers yet. I met with their colleague, a friend of mine, Sara before coming up here. She’s heading out to search for them tomorrow. They are both experienced foreign correspondents so we are hoping for the best.”

“I hope they find them soon. I understand if you don’t want to venture farther given the situation.” Felicity yawned.

“How about this, tomorrow morning I’ll head out to talk to one of my local contacts early. I’ll ask him for a suggestion for where we should go. I trust this man. Once I know, I’ll come back for you.”

Felicity smiled. “That sounds perfect. Thank you, Oliver.”

“Okay, you try and get some sleep.” He got up and began walking to the door. “Is there anything else you need? I was going to grab some stuff for the morning.”

“Stay,” Felicity said it so softly she wasn’t sure she’d actually had the guts to say it out loud.

“Stay?” Oliver didn’t want to presume he heard that. 

“Yes, I mean if you don’t mind. I mean, the bed is big enough for both of us and I think, I think I’d sleep better if you were here. But if it makes you uncomfortable or….” Felicity trailed off. She couldn’t read Oliver’s face at all. Maybe she’d said too much.

“Okay.” Oliver smiled. “It’s probably for the best. If I wasn’t here I’d be worried about you. Plus, you know, it’s safer. The door is broken in your room. So it’s safer that I stay here.” Oliver knew he was trying to give himself an out for something he wanted to do for entirely different reasons, non-platonic reasons.

“Yes,” Felicity repeated to reassure them both they were doing the right thing. “It’s safer.” Felicity scooched over to create space for Oliver.  “Ready? I’ll turn out the light.”

With the click of the light, the room was plunged into semi-darkness, with only the light of the moon coming in through the window. Oliver lay still trying hard not to encroach on Felicity’s space. 

Felicity could barely breathe, Oliver was in bed with her. She wanted to curl into him but she knew that would be inappropriate. “All comfortable?”

“Yep, I’m all good. Night Felicity.”

“Night Oliver.”

~~~~~

Felicity awoke the next morning to a thumping in her ear and daylight streaming in the window. She was shocked to have slept through the night. She slowly lifted her head to try to figure out where the thumping was coming from.  It only took a moment to realize it was Oliver’s heart. Despite, her best intentions she had curled into his arms. Well, maybe he’d slept through the that. She’d simply move before he woke up and all would be good. No uncomfortableness at all.

She slowly began to pull away from Oliver, ever so careful not to wake him. First, she untangled her leg from on top of his, than she ever so slightly began to move back, holding her breath the whole time. She had just about dislodged herself when Oliver’s arm pulled her securely against him. She looked up at him as innocently as possible, knowing she was caught. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Oliver’s voice was gruff from sleep, his eyebrow rose as he looked down at the beautiful women in his arms.

“I...I was going to go to the bathroom.” Felicity stuttered. “I didn’t want to wake you.” She blushed. 

Oliver lifted his arm up so she could escape. Felicity quickly got off the bed and ran for the bathroom. Oliver chuckled once she closed the door. He knew they should talk about it but he enjoyed sleeping with her far too much to dissect it now.

Felicity came out of the bathroom, looked at Oliver. “All yours.”

“Thanks.” Oliver got out of bed. He could tell she was trying to avoid his gaze. He decided to give her a moment. He grabbed some fresh clothes before entering the bathroom. “I’ll take a quick shower then head out.” 

Felicity nodded. Oh My God! What had she done?? She heard the bathroom door open again. 

Oliver stepped out, “I was going to give you a moment but I didn’t want you to worry. I really enjoyed sleeping with you, Felicity. I was the one to pull you in my arms when you started to stir. It seemed to quiet your nightmare. I hope that was okay?” Oliver felt a  little nervous for her response, he rubbed his fingers together to ground himself.

“It was more than okay, Oliver. It’s thanks to you I got any sleep at all.” Felicity smiled.  “So thank you.  Go take your shower.” 

When Oliver went back to the bathroom he was smiling too.

~~~~~

Oliver ate quickly while Felicity lingered over her coffee. Oh to be loved as Felicity loved her coffee. “I’m going to head out and meet with my contact. I’ll text when I’m on my way back then we can head out.”

“Sounds great. I’m going to finish my coffee and write Lyla back.” Felicity waved as Oliver headed out. She didn’t care who saw their exchange of goofy smiles. She was in a good place, not physically and mentally, but she had coffee and Oliver Queen in her life.

She had just placed her mug back on the table when the bomb exploded.

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