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ABO (A) Togata Mirio & (A) Midoriya Izuku x (O) Reader Broken Bones and Notebooks

Word count: 3417

Warnings: None.

ABO (A) Togata Mirio & (A) Midoriya Izuku x (O) Reader Broken Bones and Notebooks

Summary: Mirio finds himself in a hospital. Both Izuku and him start falling for the Omega doctor that takes care of him.

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🌻🥦-Izuku had gotten a call while at his agency that his mate was at the hospital. He dropped everything he was doing and rushed over. How did this happen? His mate’s quirk was built to evade attacks so why was his Alpha laying in a hospital bed sporting multiple casts and bandages?

🌻🥦-His mate was still waiting for a private room to clear up so he was put in the ER. Izu wasted no time tearing open his mate’s curtain and rushing to his side.

🌻🥦-“Mirio! What happened?” He cried, trying to give his mate a comforting hug without injuring him any further.

🌻🥦-“It’s nothing, Zuku. I just got a little beat up is all.” The blond tried to smile despite how much pain his body was in.

🌻🥦-At that moment the curtain pulled back once again. You walked in with a tray of food, wearing a white coat. A happy smile on your face present. You set the tray down on the removable table and put your hands on your hips.

🌻🥦-“Hello, I’m Dr.L/N, I will be the one taking care of you until you are fit to go back home. I assume you are his mate?” You asked, turning towards the slightly distressed, green-haired Alpha.

🌻🥦-Izuku blinked back his teary eyes and nodded.

🌻🥦-“Yes, I’m his mate. Can you tell me how long he will be staying here? Are his injuries really severe?” Izuku frantically asked, worried how long he would have to be away from his mate at night. The thought of going home to a cold bed was already unsettling to him.

🌻🥦-“It seems he has three cracked ribs, a broken leg, a broken arm along with a few fingers. He suffered a blow to the head but his scans came back normal so we are not too worried about that.” You informed, looking at his chart that you plucked from the end of his bed.

🌻🥦-“Usually he would have to stay here for a few months in order to fully recover but since I am taking over you should be out within three weeks or so.” You hummed, eyeing his X-rays.

🌻🥦-Mirio beamed at his mate from behind all of his bandages. “See babe! I will be out here in no time.”

🌻🥦-Izuku leaned down to kiss his mates bruised cheek before turning back to you with a curious look.

🌻🥦-“How come he is going to recover faster than normal?” He questioned, smoothing a hand down his mate’s encased shoulder.

🌻🥦-“My quirk of course! I am only assigned to pro-heroes most of the time. Since your mate fits the bill, I am here to help him have a speedy recovery.” You beamed moving the tray of food on the mobile table closer to the pair.

🌻🥦-“My quirk is unique. It allows me to heal a person by feeding them the food I make. It takes a little time since the food has to digest and distribute my healing nutrients all around your body. Since you have so many injuries it will take a while but you will get there.” You revealed a small bowl of chicken broth.

🌻🥦-You had made it yourself this morning. Your quirk wouldn’t work if you didn’t make the food within twenty-four hours. So freezing your meals and giving them out to patients wouldn’t work.

🌻🥦-You were assigned to pro heroes because of this. The higher-ups thought it would be best to focus all your efforts on recovering pro heroes rather than handling multiple civilian patients.

🌻🥦-“This is it? Just chicken broth?” Mirio slightly whined, his Alpha pouting at the lack of meat.

🌻🥦-“If you can keep this chicken broth down till tomorrow evening I will see what I can do about getting you some real food for dinner.” You grinned, trying not to snicker at his pouting face.

🌻🥦-These men might be pro heroes and Alpha’s but despite their intimidating status you Omega didn’t mind their presence at all. It was like she was standing around with an old pair of friends.

🌻🥦-Maybe it was their calming scents. The blond had a warm scent that reminded you of sun rays reflecting off the ocean. The green-haired Alpha gave off a scent of wet soil and sweet sage.

🌻🥦-“Thank you so much, Doctor. I’ll be sure to watch him so he doesn’t gulp it down in one swallow. His stomach is an endless pit.” The freckled Alpha lovingly looked down at his battered mate.

🌻🥦-His Alpha felt a little calmer than when he walked in for some reason but he just assumed it was because he knew his mate was in good hands. It had nothing to do with the sweet scent of fresh bread and ripe fruit coming from the smiling doctor.

🌻🥦-He brushed it off. His Alpha was just happy his ray of sunshine was okay.

***

🌻🥦-A few days had passed and Mirio was already looking a little better. The first thing your quirk healed was his head. He was even more bright and smiley now that his headaches were gone.

🌻🥦-He had proven that he could hold down liquids so he was approved for solid foods. You were sure his Alpha was very excited about the news.

🌻🥦-You knocked before walking into his room, he had been upgraded to a private room and moved out of the ER. Izuku was sat at his mate’s side writing away in his notebook. You walked in with two trays and a happy smile.

🌻🥦-“Hello, good morning!” You hummed, setting down the two trays on in front of Miro and Izuku.

🌻🥦-“Hey, Y/N!” Mirio beamed, sending you a dazzling smile.

🌻🥦-“Morning, Y/N,” Izuku replied softly not quite looking you in the eye, still not used to talking to females even though he has been a pro hero for years now.

🌻🥦-“I brought you some pancakes and bacon. There is enough for you too Izuku.” You hummed revealing two plates to feed the Alphas. The tray was nearly overflowing with food but Alphas had big appetites so you knew they would clean the plates no problem.

🌻🥦-“O-oh you don’t have to do that Y/N. I am sure another patient needs it more than I do.” He blushed, refusing the food.

🌻🥦-“Nonsense. I know that the new mission you went on took a lot out of you. Plus I have seen you favoring your right hand. I hope you didn’t strain it too much.” You said, giving him a knowing look.

🌻🥦-He flushed and pulled the food closer to him without further complaint.

🌻🥦-“How did you get him to do that Y/N? Usually, I have to force him to rest and recover after a mission.” Mirio said, amazed you got his Alpha to comply so easily.

🌻🥦-“An Omega secret.” You winked, smiling at the two before leaving.

🌻🥦-Both Alpha’s left in a daze while they ate their breakfast.

***

🌻🥦-“Come on! We have been looking for an Omega even before the accident. We want an Omega to complete us and she could be the one. Why not ask her out and see how it goes?” Mirio asked, his blue eyes shifting around trying to meet his lover’s emerald eyes.

🌻🥦-“She is just nice to us because it’s her job. We have no reason to believe she will actually be interested in us once you are out of the hospital.” Izuku let out a small huff, his Alpha was telling him to pursue the Omega doctor but his self-doubt and nervousness were taking over.

🌻🥦-Izuku’s eyes shifted all over his notebooks page, trying to distract himself from the conversation and the warm flush creeping up his face.

🌻🥦-“We don’t know until we try. We don’t have to ask her now but just think about it, will you? This near-death experience really made me realize that I want to pursue everything my heart desires. I want to come home to my Alpha and my Omega. Maybe a few pups as well.” Mirio grinned, picturing the sweet scene in his head.

🌻🥦-His Alpha was already bouncing with joy at the idea. He was already picturing your eyes looking up at him after a long day.

🌻🥦-They had been on a few courting dates in search of a third partner but they all had ended with neither Alpha satisfied. His Alpha was telling him you were their missing piece.

🌻🥦-“I’ll think about it, Alpha. We shouldn’t rush things though. You still need to recover. No Omega is gonna want to go on courting dates with us if I have to wheel you in.” Izuku laughed, picturing him rolling in his mate, at a coffee shop, sporting two casts.

🌻🥦-“Really? I think it will add to my charm. No one can reject these baby blues when I am weak and injured.” He pouted his lips and widened his eyes at his lover.

🌻🥦-Izuku giggled before leaning over and pecking a kiss on his lips.

🌻🥦-“I guess I can agree with that.”

***

🌻🥦-“I brought lunch! It has plenty of meat so your Alpha will be quite pleased.” You grinned, opening up the door, Mirio was propped up on the bed.

🌻🥦-You smiled at the blonde before noticing the greenette was absent.

🌻🥦-“Where is Izuku? It’s odd not seeing him by your side.” You asked, setting up the tray in front of him.

🌻🥦-“He had to go to the office for a while. He has been putting off a few things to stay with me so now he has to go in for a bit and catch up.” He said, sending you a big smile, the tinge of sadness was lurking in his eyes.

🌻🥦-You couldn’t have your best patient getting sad on you.

🌻🥦-“What do you call a pig that does karate?” You asked, lifting the top of the tray.

🌻🥦-“What?” He lifted a blond eyebrow.

🌻🥦-“A pork chop.” You replied, cutting your hand through the air.

🌻🥦-You were glad your quirk had healed up his ribs or the belt of laughter really would have done a number on him. His loud chuckles was a welcomed sound, the slight sparkle in his eyes even more.

🌻🥦-“I didn’t know my doctor was also a comedian.” He breathed, clutching his chest with his uninjured arm.

🌻🥦-“I am many things.” You winked, pushing his plate towards him and setting in the chair by his bed, where Izuku usually sits.

🌻🥦-“You are staying?” His blond brow went up again, his good hand already picking up a fork.

🌻🥦-“I have to make sure you don’t eat your whole meal in two bites. I remember your mate saying something about your bottomless stomach. I can’t have my patient choking on me now.” You laughed, pulling out a small notebook from your white coat.

🌻🥦-You would work on tweaking and editing some of your recipes.

🌻🥦-Mirio’s Alpha was already purring upon hearing you were gonna stay and keep him company. His human half was delighted as well.

***

🌻🥦-He had finished his lunch and his mate was still not back. His Alpha was pouting at his other half being gone but something else was bothering him too. It had been a few days since Izuku had given him a good scrub down and his dirty hair was starting to bother him.

🌻🥦-He was known to take multiple showers a day when he was well. Now that he was injured and couldn’t exactly take as many baths as he pleased he was feeling off.

🌻🥦-“Y/N could you wash my hair? I can wait until Izuku got here if you feel uncomfortable doing it.” He said, look at the Omega sitting by his bed.

🌻🥦-“Mirio, I’m a Doctor, washing someone’s hair is the least uncomfortable thing I can do to a patient. Would Izuku be comfortable with it though? I know how territorial Alpha pairs can get.” You questioned, tilting your head.

🌻🥦-“I am sure he would understand. You don’t have to worry about him going all Alpha on you. We wouldn’t have been going on courting dates to find our third partner if either one of us was easily jealous.” He smiled, strategically letting you know they were poly.

🌻🥦-For some reason, your Omega purred happily at the news. You shoved her aside and professionally nodded your head and smiled.

🌻🥦-“Well, that is good to hear. Would you like to do it here or in the bathroom?” You asked, taking off your white coat, you didn’t want to get it wet.

🌻🥦-“The bathroom. I would like to keep my bed dry.” He grinned, reaching to grab his crutches leaning up against the bed.

🌻🥦-He had his head in the sink while you intertwined your fingers in his hair and massaged the shampoo in. You took note of is soft hair the moment your fingers threaded through it.

🌻🥦-You Omega was already sighing in bliss at the texture. Omega’s loved soft and silky things.

🌻🥦-It seems you weren’t the only one enjoying the feeling. The poor Alpha was putty in your hands. If the chair he was sitting in disappeared he would slump to the ground.

🌻🥦-You had a soft spot for the Alpha so you continued to massage his head even though the shampoo was already worked in well enough. Izuku walked in while you were doing so, he paused at the bathroom door.

🌻🥦-Mirio had told you his mate would be fine with it but that didn’t stop your Omega from letting out a tiny chirp. Izuku had been nothing but nice to you. You were a bit embarrassed at your reaction but you knew of about Alphas and their aggressiveness when it came to someone interfering with their bond.

🌻🥦-During your residency, you had treated a few cases of the unlucky ones caught flirting with a person’s Alpha.

🌻🥦-Mirio had immediately opened his eyes at the sound. He sat up fast and seemed ready to fight off whoever it was that made you chirp. You didn’t know how he was gonna do that with two casts but it made your Omega swoon.

🌻🥦-Once he saw it was just his mate he released his breath.

🌻🥦-Izuku widens his eyes in surprise and put his hands up to show you he meant no harm.

🌻🥦-“Y-you’re fine! I’m not mad! I know it is your job.” He rapidly said, taking a step back.

🌻🥦-“You sure do know how to make an entrance, Zuku.” Mirio laughed, leaning his head back in the sink bowl.

🌻🥦-“I’m sorry, Izuku. I know you wouldn’t hurt me but I have seen way too many Alpha attacks with my occupation.” You nervously bit your lip.

🌻🥦-He is a Hero and you chirped in fear at him! You felt a flush crawl up your cheeks.

🌻🥦-“It’s fine, Y/N. I understand.” He reassured, clutching a familiar notebook in his hand. “I’ll just wait by the bed.”

🌻🥦-You nodded before getting back to scrubbing Mirio’s soft hair. You rinse and conditioned his hair quickly. When you were done you wrapped a towel around his neck and lead him back to his bed.

🌻🥦-Izuku looked up from writing and gave you a small smile. You flash him one back before taking the towel around his mate’s neck and began drying his hair.

🌻🥦-The Alpha was in a state of bliss again. Izuku would be lying if he said he wasn’t a tiny bit jealous. He wanted to feel your soft hands against his hair too.

🌻🥦-“What are you always writing in that notebook of yours Izuku?” You asked, talking your eyes off the blonde for a second and giving him a curious look.

🌻🥦-“I have been asked to review a few students from UA and come up with way they could possibly improve their quirk. I am just going over the notes I made and writing down what I think could help them.” He said, lifting his notebook and showing you a sketch of a student’s quirk and small paragraphs going over their strengths and weakness.

🌻🥦-You were done drying Mirio’s hair so you walked around the bed and peered at it over his shoulder. This student had an ice quirk and could only make the ice stay frozen for a limited amount of time.

🌻🥦-Izuku had draw lumps of ice that the student was only able to manifest. They reminded you of huge hail balls. It said that the student was working on their arm strength to be able to throw them at opponents.

🌻🥦-“Mmm. What if the student could shape their ice into a morning-star ball? It would be harder for a villain to ignore if icy needles were stuck in them rather than a chunk of ice bouncing off them.” You said, tapping your chin.

🌻🥦-Izuku was star struck looking up at you. He was glad you were peering up at the ceiling in thought, not noticing the look of pure awe on his face. When he had gone out on dates with Mirio all the Omega’s seemed to only like him because of his hero status.

🌻🥦-None of them cared all to much when he started rambling about certain heroes or making notes in the tiny notebook he carried around in his pocket. They certainly didn’t engage and offer any ideas to him.

🌻🥦-They kinda just ignored him while he scribbled away and focused their attention on Mirio more.

🌻🥦-He was completely bewitched. A quick flash of him and you cuddled on the couch going over his notes in his notebook while you offer advice every now and then. You asked him about what you could do to add to your meals to help improve them, also taking notes in a small notebook.

🌻🥦-“That is a great idea, Y/N. I’ll write that down. Thank you.” He blushed, quickly scribbling down your idea.

🌻🥦-He might have been a little hesitant before but now his Alpha was howling at the idea of asking you out. He shot his mate a look and instantly knew his mate was already on board.

🌻🥦-Now they just had to find the right time to ask you out.

***

🌻🥦-It was Mirio’s final day at the hospital. You were bringing him his discharge papers. You knocked on the familiar door and walked in. Your Omega was already whining at you. She didn’t want that Alpha’s to leave.

🌻🥦-But the Alpha was as good as new. He had gotten off his casts already and the only things left on his body were a few light bruises and scratches.

🌻🥦-His mate stood by him, helping him put on a cornflower blue jacket. A black bag on the bed told you that he was already packed up and ready to go. They both turned to look at you when you walked in.

🌻🥦-Mirio was sitting on the bed with his back facing the door so he had to strain his neck to look over. You could have sworn a sparkle was present in both of their eyes when they looked at you.

🌻🥦-You didn’t want to jump to conclusions so you convinced yourself it was admiration for helping the blue-eyed Alpha get better.

🌻🥦-“It seems our time has come to an end boys. I can say that besides the corny jokes, you were one of my best patients yet.” You grinned, thinking of all the cheesy jokes he told you.

🌻🥦-He said he had to outdo your joke by making you laugh harder than he did. So far all he got out of you was a few snickers and chuckles. He made it his life’s mission to see you wheeze in laughter.

🌻🥦-“I don’t think so, Izuku and I were thinking, would you like to come out to dinner with us? We feel like it is time for us to feed you for a change.” He offered, his smile still on his face but you could see the slight nervousness on his face.

🌻🥦-This offer was clearly more than a simple thanks. Poor Izuku was fidgeting where he stood, not looking you in the eye.

🌻🥦-Your heart warmed at the two anxious Alphas.

🌻🥦-“Sure. I would love to.” You agreed, your Omega yipping with joy.

🌻🥦-You couldn’t wait to see how this turned out.

This is my first time writing for this pair so feel free to tell me how you feel about them! Thank you for the support. Please reblog and leave a like. Both really help keep me motivated to write. 💛💚

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mostly-marvel-musings · 4 years ago

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A Mere Mortal - Chapter Five

A/N: This story is based on Landlord Vampire Fic Frenzy hosted by the amazing @just-the-hiddles. The second last chapter of this series! Yay Feedback’s appreciated as always! :))

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Pairing: Vampire! Bucky Barnes x Vampire! Loki x Human! Reader

Word count: 2043

Warnings: Foul language, murder description, mostly angst.

Tags: @buckybarnesplumwhore @ladyacrasia @tcc-gizmachine @alexakeyloveloki @rogerrhqpsody

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You’d had enough. Bear was driving you insane with his persistent howling and barking. For such a small pup he was quite loud. Groaning, you turned on your side hoping to block the noise out.

Maybe it’s a phase. Don’t they start teething or something at this age?

You thought you’d ignore him and eventually he would keep quiet and go back to sleep, but something made you get out of the warmth of your bed, down the stairs and flick the light on in the living room. Bear was standing by the front door, staring it down as if it were an enemy. Huffing, you went closer.

“What is it buddy? Bad dream?” you leaned down to give him a scratch but he backed away; instead trotted up to the door and began scraping it with his front paws.

“You want to go for a walk now? Its 4:00 am and freezing cold. Come on now back to sleep.” You turned to switch the lights off again when Bear grabbed your pajama bottoms and tugged on them.

“What the hell Bear! We cannot go out now. Enough.” Irritated at this point, you picked him up and took him upstairs to let him sleep in your bed. Maybe he’d calm down then.

Once inside, you slid inside the still warm bed with the puppy and cuddled him close, he was surprisingly pacified at that time. He scrambled around a little bit before snuggling in, his rapid breathing gradually began lulling you back to sleep. Though it was short-lived.

Soon the quiet of the room was broken by Bear’s yapping right beside your ear. Angry at this point, you threatened to lock him in a room, though you could never do such a thing. He sat beside your bedroom window and looked out into the darkness. Following his gaze, you peered out to see what’s got him so riled up.

You saw a blurry dark figure laying on the ground on the far end of the street. The hairs on the back of your neck stood in alarm as you squinted to see clearly.

Were they unconscious? Or worse? Should you call the police?

Deciding the latter was the logical option, you got your phone and dialed 911 and waited for in your living room for a car alarm to be heard. You weren’t planning on standing in the dark out there alone.

Upon hearing cars in the distance, you pulled on a sweater and a hat, carried Bear in a little blanket and went out to the possible crime scene.

As you got closer, your heart rate picked up, Bear’s barking returned and you could sense something was horribly wrong. One of the officers saw you approaching and walked towards you.

“Do you live around here ma’am?” he asked looking at you warily.

“Yes, right down the street. I was the one that called you. My dog kept barking endlessly and I saw a figure on the ground. What happened?” you asked trying to peak behind him where the figure still laid, lifeless.

“I’m afraid it’s an animal attack. A brutal one. This woman was dead when we arrived. Her head was about ten feet away from her body.” He said matter-of-factly.

Your eyes went wide as he described the scene as if it were a routine weekday for him. You stepped around him, still in shock, to see who the woman was. To your horror, it was Jenny. Jenny who served you food at the grill on your very first day here; Jenny who was always so warm and kind towards you whenever you visited her.

She lay there on the cold ground, decapitated. Her mouth agape in shock, her eyes grey, lifeless, and what looked like scratch marks all over her severed neck and shoulder region. All this, and not an drop of blood was to be seen.

That was odd, to say the least. Judging by the intensity of the attack, there should’ve been a pool of blood right? Unless those freaky legends were all true. It couldn’t be, could it? Body drained completely of blood? What animal does that? Your detective alter ego was hard at work at this point.

“I can escort you home miss. We’ll do an inspection of the woods for any signs of animals. It’s not safe out here.” The officer broke you out of your mental investigation of the scene.

Agreeing, you let the officer walk you home, still in disbelief that you had just witnessed such a terrible yet odd scene. You were in shock.

Placing Bear down once you were inside, you walked in the kitchen, dazed, and got a glass of water. Bear following you closely, sat right at your feet as you leaned on the island counter, and looked up at you concerned.

“I forgive you for waking me up.”

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You woke up that morning with a pounding headache and your hyper puppy dancing around the bed and licking your face.

Stepping under the shower, you recalled last night’s or rather, this morning’s events. The sight of Jenny’s lifeless body without a drop a spilled blood filled your mind with equal amounts of panic and curiosity. Mind immediately jumping to Bucky’s story from the other night.

Bucky! You could talk to him about the incident. You hadn’t spoken to him since the little make out session at his house. Sure not much time had passed, plus you had just witnessed a mysterious death.

Sam’s words echoed in your head at that moment. Creepy town.

After a heavy breakfast, you fed the dog and stepped out heading towards the library. The change in weather was quite evident as the leaves had started to fall and your breath was visible even during the day as well. You were sure you heard leaves crunch a few feet behind you but you didn’t stop to look, in fact you picked up your speed and jogged to the library.

“Ah (Y/N) my dear, how nice to see you again.” Frank’s kind voice came from his desk on your right as you entered the library.

“Good morning Frank. Did you hear about Jenny’s death?” you replied, immediately getting on the subject. You saw him get shifty-eyed for a little before a sympathetic smile donned his aging face.

“Ah yes. Terrible animal attack. You be careful when stepping out at night, my dear.” He replied hurriedly making you wonder if he’s memorized that response.

Not asking any further questions because he said he was busy looking at the logs, you made your way to the usual spot by the window and opened up a dusty copy of Dewsbury Legends & Myths.

You were lost in the book, not noticing a figure approach and sit right across from you, until he cleared his throat.

You looked up to find Loki peering at you intently with a slight smirk adorning his thin lips. As if a hunter would look at its prey who has absolutely no chance of escape.

“Hello love.” His smooth accented velvety voice enveloped your senses with intrigue and trepidation. He was leaning close, a bit too close for your liking. Your body automatically straightened back, going as far as away from the man without getting up.

“Loki. What brings you here?” keeping your tone polite yet unyielding you held his gaze.

“Oh you know me, Frank is a dear friend. And you are too.” He added with a full grin this time. Something about that grin sent a shiver down your spine. You wanted to get away from his presence, and yet you couldn’t get yourself to physically stand to leave; as if he had put you under a spell.

“How’s James? Haven’t seen him in a while. You two have gotten quite close it seems.” He interjected your train thoughts, his tone dripping with disdain.

You remained silent. Somehow you knew this wasn’t the end of his queries.

“Sad what happened with Jenny, you must’ve heard. Such a poor thing. Pathetic.” He said, gaze piercing at this point as if trying challenging you to speak the obvious at this point.

Your mouth went dry as your mind grasped the idea of what Loki had just implied. It was him. He did it. He killed her. He had bitten her, drained her body of blood.

Him.

Was he a-?

In flight-or-fight mode you scrambled to gather your things to get the hell away from him, of course he stopped you.

“Come on darling, it is only just getting interesting. I haven’t even told you the best part yet” His calm demeanor frightened you all the more.

“Since you’re so keen on knowing our town history, has James been telling you the real one or the one about Morwenna and Lucas?” Loki said sitting back on the armchair, knowing you wouldn’t run away now. Not until he spills the whole truth anyway.

Your voice came out feeble and shaky as you asked him what he meant by the real story.

“Has James ever mentioned of his deceased sister? My guess is he hasn’t. Well (Y/N), Evelyn was James’s sister who died tragically in the woods.”

“Evelyn was Lucas’s sister.” The words just blurted out without your approval.

“There is no Lucas darling. James made it up. He’s been telling that story for decades.”

Decades?

“You’re lying.”

“Perhaps you should ask him yourself. He should be here any minute, wanting to ‘protect’ you from me.” Loki sneered, leaning forward again. You swore you could see his eyes turn dark.

As if on cue, the library door swung open and Bucky came charging in towards you. Your body felt released from invisible chains as you scrambled to stand up and backed away from the two men.

“(Y/N) I’ve been calling you, why didn’t you pick up? What’s he doing here?” he looked concerned as he scanned you before staring daggers at Loki.

“Nice to see you James. I’ve just been updating our darling (Y/N) on real Dewsbury history.”

Before he could answer, you interjected,

“What happened to your sister?” your voice shaking with fear as you began plotting your escape from the small library. Would it really work? Probably not. Would you still try? Yes.

“Don’t believe a word he says doll, I was worried about you.” Bucky started stepping closer as you moved further away, not knowing who to trust.

“That’s not an answer.”

“Look, let me take you home, we can talk then.” He tried to reason with you as he saw fear in your eyes.

“That’s not an answer either.”

All the while Loki sat back in the armchair, observing the drama unfold. The one that began because of him.

“She died. In the woods.” Bucky finally said, head bowed.

You knew deep down Loki’s words were true, though Bucky’s admission shocked you nonetheless. It was true. The legends, the myths. And you needed to get away from them at once.

You made a run for it as you closely avoided Bucky who could’ve easily stopped you, but didn’t. As you reached the door, his hand interrupted your actions. You didn’t even hear his footsteps follow you.

“Please let me explain.” He pleaded.

“You stay the fuck away from me.” Yelling, you pushed his hand away and opened the door, bolting towards your house.

You kept glancing back as you ran, looking to see if either of them were following you, they didn’t.

“(Y/N) please, I don’t want you to be afraid of me. I was protecting you.”

Of course he was standing right behind you.

Angry tears blurred your vision as you turned to face him, “I think I told you to stay away from me. Leave me alone. Please.”

Bear’s barks filled your ears as you heard him scratching at the front door, to come to your aid. You turned and opened the door, immediately your dog began growling in Bucky’s direction without stepping out of the house. He could probably sense Bucky wasn’t a human.

“(Y/N).” he said as a last attempt to get you to listen.

You of course, slammed the door, locked it shut and sank to the floor, crying.

…

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The Dating Game | Chapter Eight

Joey awoke later that morning with a splitting headache and the wet tongue of a tiny dog licking at her face. Her eyes could hardly open; puffy from her crying and unable to adjust to the brightness of the sun streaming in through her bedroom window. Rolling onto her other side in a quiet yawn, Joey wasn’t surprised to see that she was alone, she half expected Niall to leave before she woke up considering she had done the same to him weeks back. But it still caused an ache in her chest as the thoughts of being in his arms, feeling his body against hers and the calming steady beat of his heart, came rushing to her head.

She let out a sigh as Sadie started to whine, nudging at Joey’s cheek with her cold little nose. “I guess I should get my pathetic ass up now, huh?” she said to Sadie, pulling the pup into a hug and kissing her on top of her head. “How about we go for a walk? I could use some coffee and a big fat glazed donut.”

The dog started to jump around on the mattress at the mere mention of one of her favorite words, and Joey giggled as she sat herself up, combing her fingers through the mess of her red hair to tame it back. Slugging her body out of her comfy bed, Joey hopped into a quick shower and got herself dressed before she headed out of her apartment with Sadie. The little dog happily trotted along as the two walked through their neighborhood and down the street to the quaint bakery and coffee shop that Joey loved to frequent. She knew the head barista well, and as soon as Joey would walk in, the polite young lady would have her order already in the making. They also allowed small dogs on the premises, so that was another plus for Joey.

Paying for her medium mocha latte and her oversized glazed donut, Joey took a prancing Sadie back outside the shop to sit at one of their patio tables along the sidewalk. Sadie sat at Joey’s feet, watching pedestrians walk by as Joey picked off pieces of her breakfast and quietly ate. Her mind was still reeling; going over what had happened with Ross, how she had been so blind and so stupid to fall, yet again, for a man’s charade. Peering down at her half eaten confectionery, Joey cradled her forehead in her hand. She almost couldn’t describe how foolish she felt, even more so knowing that Niall had seen her in the state that she was in that night. She was nothing but a joke.

Why was finding someone so hard? Why was dating built to be this medivel structure of constant torture, where you find yourself trapped and falling for things that you shouldn’t, only to be disspointed over and over? Relying on friends or family to constantly lift you back up and get you going again. Joey not only felt like an utter fool for how she had been roped into Ross’ scheme, but also a burden to the people she cared about most. She had to get out of it. She had to figure out how to just be happy alone, because that was all she was ever going to have.

Herself and Sadie.

Peeking down at the little dog, she tucked some hair behind her ear and ripped off a piece of her donut. “Should we head to the dog park?” she asked her sidekick, feeding her the treat. Joey gathered up her things as she stood up, making sure to have a good hold on Sadie’s leash before they started to walk a few more blocks down towards the neighborhood dog park.

The young woman mindlessly scrolled through her phone as she let Sadie play with her buddies for about 20 minutes, until the last bit of her coffee was cold and she felt that it was time to head back towards their apartment. The wind had begun to pick up, billowy clouds shifting overhead to cover the sun and they had only made it halfway back when Joey felt a vibration in her back pocket. She yanked her phone from her jeans and glanced at the screen as it rang.

Niall.

Joey’s brows wrinkled. Niall rarely called her. Only a handful of times since they had known each other, their correspondence typically was done through texting or even the odd facetime. Pulling in a deep breath, Joey answered the call and put the phone up to her ear. “Hello?”

“Hey, Jo.”

She tipped her head down, her stare watching Sadie’s little legs go a mile a minute as the dog walked next to her. “Hey.”

There was a slight pause on his end of the phone and Joey peered back up as she stopped to cross a street. “I just wanted to call ya to see how you were doin’...”

Niall’s voice was low as he spoke, almost teetering on a whisper and with the wind picking up around her, Joey could barely hear him. “I’m, uh,...I’m okay,” she replied, “just out taking Sadie for a walk.”

“Oh..oh, that’s good.”

“Thank you...for last night, for...being there and everything,” Joey then added. “It meant a lot to me.”

“Of course, petal,” he said, “but uh, so, there’s other reason that I’m callin’,” Niall paused, clearing his throat, “I wanted to let ya know that...I’m gonna be headin’ to London tonight–”

“What?” Joey said loud into the phone, not sure she had heard him correctly. “Sorry, the wind is blowing like crazy out here.”

Niall chuckled. “I’m gonna be goin’ to London tonight for a few weeks. Gotta, um, get some work done on me album.”

“Oh,” Joey breathed out, her shoes halting on the sidewalk.

“So...I’ll give a ring when I get back into town, yeah?”

Chewing at her bottom lip, Joey peeked down at Sadie who was staring up at her in confusion. She nodded her head, as if Niall could even see her and started to walk again. “Yeah, of course.”

“Cool,” he mumbled, “I’ll talk to ya later, Jo.”

“Bye, Niall. Be safe.”

Hanging up her phone, Joey’s mind went crazy, thoughts whirling around like a cyclone in her head. Why was he going to London all of a sudden? Why hadn’t he told her before that he was going? Was it really just for work? Was it her? Was it something she did, said, didn’t say?

A billion different thoughts and emotions crashed through her all at once, she couldn’t even grasp onto one single decent one if she tried. It was like a handful of sand, the grains slipping through her fingers and she had no idea how to stop it or what was really going on. But one thing she knew for sure, it looked like she was going to have to get used to being by herself, and the next few weeks were going to be as best as time as any to do it.

•

Joey coasted through those next couple weeks like she was on some kind of autopilot. And not the good kind of coasting where everything was easy and flowed without a hitch, oh no, it was the disastrous kind of coasting like the world was whizzing past her at high speed and her reflexes couldn't keep up, as if her brake lines had been severed and she had no ability to stop. She just went through the motions; day in and day out, not thinking, not hearing, not talking, not feeling much of anything.

She went to work and pretended like everything was fine, smiling through Alexis’ boring rambling before classes started, and barely replying to Carter’s few texts that he had sent her. It just didn’t seem to matter to her. Joey had thought that it was going to be easy, she had been single before and other than a lonely night here and there, it never phased her. But this was a far cry from just a lonely night, she felt entirely, all-consumingly...alone.

And mostly because she hadn’t heard from Niall at all.

Not a text, not a call, not an email or facetime. He also wasn’t using his social media as regularly either, so creeping on him wasn’t helpful or even a solace. She had no lifeline, no tether or connection to him and she wondered if maybe that was on purpose. Maybe he was just busy with work, or maybe...he had grown tired of their friendship, of her. Joey knew she could very well be acting overly dramatic about the entire situation, two and a half weeks of no communication wasn’t that big of deal, but something inside her just felt strange. It was all so peculiar and she really didn’t know what to make of it.

Joey had barely left the apartment outside of work, camping out in her living room with Sadie and a folder of papers to go over. Catching up on whatever new crime documentaries had popped up on Netflix, stuffing her face with any carbs and sugary treats she could get her hands on, while dwelling on her less than ideal situation. Not only had she been treated poorly and been royally fucked over by a guy that she had hoped was different, but she was also forgotten by one that she knew was different. And that made everything that she was feeling, just that much worse.

Nearing the three week mark that Niall had left LA and went to London, Joey woke up every morning hoping to see a text from him that he had landed back in town. Of course she was bitterly disappointed each time her eyes blinked open to see a blank screen. Alexis, on the other hand, wouldn’t stop texting her. Every night she’d send Joey something, a stupid joke or just to check up on her, and every time Joey would leave her on read.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk to her, it was more that Joey didn’t want to talk to anyone. She was still sulking in her misery about how bad she had been played by Ross, how the ordeal had dredged up feelings from her past and with Niall up and leaving unexpectedly, she just couldn’t get over how lost she felt. And that in turn made her feel like a complete idiot. Something she very much did not want to admit to Alexis.

That following Saturday was like any other Saturday for Joey. She took Sadie to the dog park late morning, grabbed herself some lunch on the way back home and as she wrestled with the little dogs’ leash that had gotten wrapped around her back leg while stepping up to her front door, she was surprised to see a fairly large box sitting on her door mat in the hallway. Joey wrinkled her brows, peeking over her shoulder as if she was going to catch the culprit who had left the box before she picked it up with a shrug and headed into her apartment.

“What could this be, Sadie?” Joey mumbled as she slid the box up onto the countertop in her kitchen. Taking a moment to unhook the bouncy little pup from her leash, the young woman hung it up next to the door and took off her light jacket before stepping back over to where the box was waiting for her. It was long and sort of thin, but upon checking the label, Joey wasn’t sure who or where it had come from. The only thing it had printed on it was her name and address.

That in itself should have been suspicious, but she was curious and grabbing a pair of scissors from her junk drawer, Joey carefully started to open the box. Her heart flipped in her chest as she peeled away at the cream colored tissue paper. Inside was the most gorgeous bouquet of flowers she had ever seen.

Blush pink and white roses surrounded by colorful wildflowers.

Lifting the flowers from the box, Joey held them up to her nose and inhaled deeply, immersing herself in the fragrance of the mixed bouquet before she noticed a small card attached to the inside lid of the box. She gently laid the flowers back down and plucked the card from the cardboard and opened it.

“Just thinking of you,

Love Niall”

Joey’s lips fell to a part before she swallowed hard, her eyes becoming hazy as she lifted her stare from the blurry print of the tiny card in her hand to the flowers laying on her countertop. Wildflowers. She should have known. A smile tugged over her lips, the first genuine smile that had graced them in the last three weeks and for a split second, she felt good. Like really good.

Finding an old vase hidden in the back of a corner cabinet, Joey slipped the flowers down inside with some water and arranged them slightly before setting them right in the middle of her small dining table. It was the perfect spot for it, she could see it from whatever room she was in and it gave her place an instant brightness, a light that she really needed. She was still perplexed as to why she hadn’t heard from him at all, but the flowers, the thought behind them provided her with a smidge of comfort.

•

Later that evening, after Joey had settled into her pajamas and consumed nearly a whole pot of spaghetti, she was just about to curl up on her couch with Sadie when there was a knock at her door. The small dog jumped up from her place on the sofa barking as she ran towards the sound. “Shh, Sadie,” Joey scolded her, following her over to the door. “That’s enough.”

Easing the door open, the redhead was brushed to the side as Alexis barged into her apartment. Joey pushed out a breathy chuckle and slowly closed the door. “Hey,” Alexis blurted out, turning to Joey and hooking her hands on her hips. The young woman let out a soft sigh and scraped her teeth across her lips. She knew by the slight scowl on Alexis' face and the tension in her shoulders, that the avoidance of her best friend might have caused a bit of an issue for the blonde girl.

Rubbing over her arm with her hand, Joey peeked down at her bare feet, not really sure what to say. “Hey,” was all she could get out in a low voice.

Alexis pushed out a groan and Joey glanced up at her, watching her shoulders slump forward in a defeated eye roll. She had already given up, never one to hold a grudge towards Joey for too long and the blonde spun around on her heels and started to walk over to the dining table. “Oooh flowers,” she mentioned as she got closer to where the bouquet was set up, “these are gorgeous. From Ross?”

Joey winced upon hearing his name out loud and she crossed her arms over her chest in a quiet huff. “No, Niall,” she told her with a shake of her head.

“Niall,” Alexis mimicked with a wrinkle of her brow. She bent over slightly to sniff them. “Interesting…”

Tipping her chin up slightly, Joey’s eyes stayed glued to her friend as the blonde turned back around to face her. “So, what’s up, Lex?”

“Really? You’re gonna ask me that like you don’t know why I’m here? I wanna know what the hell has been going on with you lately!” Alexis started, pushing out a sigh as she held out her hands towards her friend. “You’ve been so distant and weird, even at work. We’ve barely talked or hung out, you’re ignoring all my texts...is there a reason you’re avoiding me?”

Joey swallowed hard at her friends’ obviously frustrated words and she dropped her stare. “I dunno,” she muttered towards the floor, faintly shrugging her shoulders, “I’ve just been feeling off the last couple weeks. Just needed to be by myself, I guess.”

“Are you okay?”

Rolling her eyes in a low huff, Joey shuffled over to where her friend was standing by her kitchen table and pulled out a chair, plopping herself down. Her gaze remained focused at her lap, but she could see the shadow of Alexis situating herself into the chair next to her. Joey took a moment to gather her breath before she spoke up again. “I slept with Ross.”

“You did?” Alexis replied, her brows pulling in by the tone in which Joey was emitting, “That’s...good, right?”

Joey shook her head, peering up at her best friend. “It was horrible, Lex, one of the worst experiences of my life and afterwards he told me that he had a girlfriend, a girlfriend! And that he pretty much just sleeps around with a bunch of different girls whenever she’s out of town. He was just using me.”

“Oh God, Joey. I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s not your fault.”

Alexis pulled her face in. “I set you up with him,” she scoffed, “I am somewhat to blame, but I honestly didn’t see him as being that big of a douchebag.”

“I don’t blame you at all,” Joey said, tucking some hair behind her ear, “I didn’t see it coming either. He was so...nice and charming and smart, like, there were really no red flags, that I noticed anyway. But...I dunno, I guess it just...fucked me up a little bit. Kinda...pulled me back to being with Jake.”

“Oh shit,” Alexis whispered with a sympathetic slump of her shoulders.

Joey shook her head slightly. “I mean, I know it's nothing compared to what Jake put me through, but the feelings that I felt, it just-...it shot me right back to-..to him, to being with him.” Alexis reached out and rubbed her hand down the slope of Joey’s upper arm, the red head peering down into her lap. “Thank God Niall came over that night and took care of me, ‘cause I don’t want to even think about what could’ve happened if he hadn’t been there.”

“Wait,” Alexis paused, narrowing her eyes at her friend, “Niall came over? That night after you slept with Ross?”

Joey nodded. “Yeah, he came over and I was a total mess, crying like an idiot, trying to drown myself in a bottle of gin but he was just...really sweet and listened to me and just held me all night and, I dunno, it was nice to have that.”

“Well, I’m glad he was there for you,” Alexis stated.

“Me too.” Glancing up at Alexis, Joey noticed the slight smirk adorning her lips. “What?”

The blonde raised a brow. “Joey, sweetie…why didn’t you call me?”

Joey’s mouth parted. “I...dunno, I-...,” her eyes shifted away from her friend as her answer jumbled off her dry tongue. “it was late and Niall, he…he was the first person to pop into my head, I guess.”

Alexis’ head fell to the side. “And he was able to make you feel better?”

“For the night, yeah,” Joey said, catching the girl’s stare again. “But these last few weeks, I haven’t been able to shake these overwhelming feelings I have about what happened. I just feel so…stupid.”

The blonde rolled her eyes in a low sigh. “You are not stupid,” she told Joey, raising her brows, “just like I told you with Jake, Ross is complete trash. Joey, he doesn’t matter at all. And he never deserved you.”

“Yeah, I know,” Joey chuckled.

“And hey,” Alexis went on, reaching over to rub the petal of one of the white roses, “you got these beautiful flowers from Niall to cheer you up. How’s that for romantic?”

“There is no romance behind those flowers,” Joey snorted.

Alexis pushed out a groan, throwing her head back to her shoulders. “For the love of God, woman, are you blind?”

“No.”

“Than what it is gonna take for you to see that this guy is fucking in love with you?” she said,

Joey shook her head, peering over at the bouquet sitting in the middle of her table. “He’s not in love with me.”

“Yes he is,” Alexis insisted, “I haven’t even met the guy yet and I know he has feelings for you.”

“Were just friends,” Joey replied in a soft voice, looking back over at Alexis, “besides, I haven’t even talked to him in weeks. He’s been in London, doing...whatever it is that he’s doing, I’m sure I’m the last thing on his mind.”

“These flowers beg to differ,” the blonde scoffed, slapping her palm down on the table top, “listen to me, I can tell just by the way that you talk about him, by the way your face lights up any time his name is mentioned or when you see his text come through your phone. I have never in my five years of knowing you, seen you this way with anyone.”

A sigh left Alexis’ lips and she leaned closer to Joey. “I can tell by the look in your eyes as we sit here talking about him right now that you have serious feelings for this guy, Joey, and if you don’t put your fucking big girl panties on and tell this man how you feel...well...I just won’t be your friend anymore.”

Joey pushed out a giggle. “Oh that’s mature, Lex.”

The blonde gave her a shrug and Joey sighed lightly, plopping her elbow up on the table to cradle her cheek in her hand. “I just feel...I feel like I’m done, Lex. Done with dating, done with men, done with dealing with their bullshit and I dunno, maybe I just need to be alone, ya know?”

Alexis sat back in her chair, her stare falling over her best friend. She could feel the hurt in her heart, see the pain behind her eyes and the only breath of relief she noticed within Joey was the moment Niall’s name got brought up. That told her all she needed to know. “Maybe you’re right, Joey,” she began, catching her friends' sullen stare, “maybe you do need to be alone, but I just want you know, that friends...they don’t cuddle each other all night long in bed. Friends don’t send friends flowers for nothing. And when I look at you? I can see that you have more feelings there than just being his friend. You should tell him how you feel.”

Joey lowered her gaze to her lap, Alexis’ words resonating through her and causing a knot to tangle in her tummy. “Just think about it, okay?” Alexis went on, “You might be surprised…”

•

Four more days passed before Joey got the text that she had been impatiently waiting on for the past three weeks and a half weeks. She had just gotten back from the grocery store, bags still sitting unpacked on her countertop when she heard the tone go off in her purse. Grabbing her phone from the pocket of her bag, Joey sunk her teeth into her bottom lip as her eyes glazed over the single text Niall had sent her.

N: hey love , I’m back in LA . Hope you’re doin okay

Joey felt her heartbeat start to pick up in her chest. And it wasn’t until that second, that Alexis’ words really started to churn in her head. She had attempted to shut Niall out of her thoughts, to forget about the flowers he had sent her, to how he had made her feel that night, to stop worrying so much about if he was ever going to contact her again. But the moment his name popped up on her phone screen, it was like everything else disappeared.

She felt an inkling of warmth swell through her bones like a bleeding fire. She felt a sliver of happiness expand from the tips of her toes to the apples of her cheeks. She felt like the past nearly four weeks hadn’t even happened, that it was but a faint memory and everything was slowly going back to normal again. The way he would look at her, his blue eyes swimming over hers, the way he would touch her, the heat of his skin wrapping around her body as if it was the only thing that could keep her warm. The way he made her laugh, the way he made her feel alive and real and good. She felt complete when she was with him. Whole and absolute. And just like a strike of lightning, she felt this wave of unconditional longing for Niall, a hunger, yearning and consuming her body and her soul. Her entire ethereal being wanting to be filled with him. Just him and only him.

And all of that, it made her stop and really think. Maybe Alexis was right, maybe she had a point. Maybe through all of the waiting, the searching, the wondering...maybe she really just needed to open her eyes and admit what was going on deep down inside her: she had full on, mind altering, body crippling, devastatingly real feelings for Niall.

She was in love with him. And she didn’t know what to do with that.

Joey sat on her heavy hearted revelation for another five days. Five long, excruciatingly frustrating days. She hadn’t heard from Niall apart from his first text to her when he had gotten back in town, and that bit confused her as she was certain he would have wanted to hang out or get some dinner or something along those lines, but that invite from him never came. Joey could have invited him herself, but the nerves coursing through her body every time she went to shoot him a text were unbearable and she knew that to be able to move forward with Niall, she would definitely have to tell him her feelings first.

And the only way to do that was in person.

•

It was a rainy Sunday evening, the sun had just begun to set and Joey had spent the entire day pacing around her small apartment, weaving between her furniture and over her dog who kept getting underfoot, gearing herself up for what she was about to do. Niall had no idea she was planning on stopping by his house, but Joey had seen just an hour earlier from an Instagram post of his, that he was indeed home and was watching golf on TV. It was the perfect time. He was most likely alone, Chris usually up at the bar on weekend nights and he wasn’t in the midst of writing music or anything that she could distract him from.

But trying to calm her nerves was the least of her worries.

The entire car ride to his house, Joey went over in her head at least a million times what she was going to say to him. Her best plan? To just spit it out. Tell him point blank that she had feelings for him and that she wanted to be with him and she really hoped he felt the same. It seemed easy enough, but it was probably the most daunting thing Joey had ever done. She had never felt for anyone the way she felt for Niall, and to just...air all her thoughts and feelings out there for him to see, to rebuff, it left her panicky and sweaty and just a downright mess.

But the red haired girl pushed past the lump that was settling in her throat as she pulled up in front of his house. Parking out by the side of the privacy fence, Joey got out of her car and pranced through the drizzle of rain to his gate, entering in the keycode. Making her way to his front door, Joey stood on his stoop, finally out of the rain, and attempted to fix her waves of long hair that had stuck slightly to the side of her face. She inhaled deep, hoping the jitters of her fingers would stop as she tucked them into her palms and hung them idle at her sides.

Swallowing hard, Joey eased her eyes closed, replaying the words she had prepared over in her head one last time before she slowly reached up to ring the doorbell. Her heart was beating in the back of her ears as she waited for him to answer the door, it seemed like hours, and after only a handful of seconds, the door swung open.

His light blue eyes locked instantly with hers and it felt like there was no more air to breathe. Like all of the oxygen had been sucked from the atmosphere, replaced by rose dust and fairy floss and glittery night stars. Her chest stopped, her lungs purging and her heart swelling, a heat stinging across her skin at the sight of him and that gorgeous smirk that was spreading over his mouth.

Holy fuck, she was so in love with him.

“Joey?” he greeted, his brows raising in surprise as he dragged his stare down the length of her body. “Hey!”

Joey bit the growing smile off her lips. “Hi, Niall,” she replied, forcing herself to take in a breath, “Can I come in?”

Niall reached up to rough his hand through his hair as he peeked over his shoulder. Joey’s eyes fluttered as she kept her gaze glued to him, a dreamy haze enveloping her. She cleared her throat as he looked back over at her. “Uh, yeah, sure,” he said, stepping back and widening the doorway to let her into the foyer. “It’s good to see ya.”

Joey pulled her hair over her one shoulder as she stepped closer to Niall. “It’s good to see you too,” she told him, her voice soft as she forced herself to dive quickly into the reason she was there, “actually I’ve been kinda thinking about things.”

“Oh yeah?” Niall said, his head tipping to the side slightly as he planted his hands on his hips. He drifted his eyes over hers, seeing the slight apprehension and a tinge of concern came over his face. “You doin’ okay?”

Nodding her head, Joey peeked down at the floor and carefully pulled in a sharp breath. “Um, so…” she paused, scraping her teeth across her bottom lip as she caught his stare once more. “There’s something that I needed to tell you–”

“Babe!”

A high pitched, bubbly voice came bounding into the room, attached to a beautiful skinny blonde who walked right up to Niall and wrapped her arm around his waist. “Oh…hi,” she said to Joey.

But the redhead was left wordless, motionless, breathless. Her heart seized to beat in her chest, dropping like a rock to the pit of her stomach as that lump in the back of her throat felt like it had burst, a trillion little shrapnels of glass slicing down her esophagus and filling her entire midsection in blood. Glancing from Niall to the pretty blonde hanging off of him, Joey fought to keep her chin from trembling.

Niall could see the change in Joey’s face, see the color drain from her cheeks as her pouty lips fell to a drooping part. Her hazelnut eyes were wide as saucers, stuck on the girl next to him and Niall swallowed hard before bowing his head to nervously run his fingers up through his dark hair. “Uh...Joey, this is Lila,” he mumbled, peering back up at Joey. Her eyes were on him now, darting anxiously across his face as he spoke. “Lila this is...my friend, Joey.”

“Hi, Joey,” Lila chirpily greeted in her British accent, “it's always nice to meet Niall’s friends.”

She had a soul stealing, brightly white smile and the face of a goddamn model and Joey wanted nothing more than to burst into tears at the sight of her. Swallowing hard, Joey held back her urge to cry, forcing a less than mediocre grin on her face. “Yeah, n-nice to meet you too.”

Lila shifted her attention over to Niall. “Hun, we better get going if we are gonna make those dinner reservations.”

Joey watched as Niall nodded his head. “Yep, yep, um...I’ll be right there.”

“Okay.” Lila grabbed around Niall’s chin and turned his face to hers, pushing a kiss to his lips before walking off back into the kitchen.

Moving her stare away, Joey folded her arms over her chest and choked back the tears that were readily filling the brims of her eyes. Niall stood there, hands stuffed down into his pockets just staring at her, not knowing what to say or what to do. His heart was thumping in his chest, a sweat breaking out over his forehead and he dipped his tongue out to run across his dry lips. After a minute of excruciating silence, Joey finally brought her eyes back up to his.

It nearly knocked the breath from him.

“I should...I should probably go,” she whispered.

“W-wait…” Niall stuttered, “um, I thought ya needed to tell me somethin’?”

Pressing her eyes closed, Joey faintly shook her head and forced a smile. “You know what...it’s not important.”

“Joey…”

She spun around, stepping towards the front door. “Have fun,” she mumbled, not even looking back at him.

“...Joey…”

Opening his front door, she remained quiet, needing to be out of that house as quickly as she could before she collapsed on his floor right in front of him. Just as she stepped through the threshold with the door inching closed behind her, she heard his soft voice whisper out one last little plea.

“Jo…”

And that was all it took for her knees to buckle and the tears to roll down her cheeks.

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Little Life - Ch.6

Summary: A baby could ruin his career before it had even started. If anyone found out, he would be kicked out of the Hero Course at the very least and UA at the very worst. Even then, how was he supposed to care for a baby once it arrived? He was a fucking seventeen-year-old boy, not a twenty-nine-year-old omega with their shit at least somewhat together.

…..

Or where Katsuki get pregnant, but is determined to make it to graduation. No matter what it takes.

Pairing: Bakudeku

Rating: T (just for language mostly)

Chapter: 6/16

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Chapter 6: 4 Months

Izuku was lying on top of Katsuki, head pillowed on his chest and body blanketed, when he shifted to prop his chin on his threaded fingers. He considered Katsuki for several moments before asking, "What do you think about coming out to the others?"

Katsuki's phone promptly assaulted him. He batted the offending piece of technology away as pain lanced through his nose and teeth, holding his nose as he glared down at his mate. "Where the fuck did that come from?"

"I don't know," Izuku mumbled quietly, tracing nonsensical patterns into the bare skin of Katsuki's chest. He sighed, and looked back up. "We've been together for almost eight months. I want to be able to talk to Ochako, Iida, Todoroki and Mom about us. I want to be able to sit with you on the couch in the common room and eat with you and hold your hand around everyone without them looking at us like we grew an extra head. All we do is eat together sometimes, and they already do that. And..." He trailed off, cheeks growing pink as he dropped his head down again. Soft lips pressed to Katsuki's skin, breath moist and hot.

"And?" Katsuki prompted when it seemed like he wasn't going to continue. He let go of his face, cupping the back of Izuku's neck instead.

Another sigh spread out against his skin. Izuku turned his head so that his cheek was resting against his breast bone. "I don't want to have to sneak around anymore. Mostly though, I just want to be able to claim you. I hate seeing other alphas eyeing you like they'd love to get you under them. Like you're a piece of meat." He nuzzled up into the heat beneath Katsuki's jaw, and Katsuki purred in response. "I know it bothers you when other omegas are talking to me, trying to blanket me in their scent even though they could never hope to cover up yours. Everyone always assumes we smell like each other because we train together in the mornings. I hate it."

Katsuki threaded his fingers into Izuku's curls, gently scratching at his scalp until Izuku's chest began to rumble. He hated it too, and in the weeks since coming out to Kirishima, he'd considered the idea multiple times. They had already agreed that they wouldn't officially mate until they'd had a chance to live together outside of high school, that had never been under negotiation. This other secret had begun to wear at him though in the last couple of months when his need for contact had been the highest, steeling kisses in an empty classroom and hidden touches when he really needed them. If he could take what he needed in the light of day, it'd be easier. He thought it would make everything simpler even if it would invite others into their business and unwanted comments, it would just make things easier.

He also hated the idea with a passion that rivaled his fifteen-year-old ire. He hated that people would know this secret little part of Izuku that up until then had been only his.

The thought of pack was an intoxicating plus though.

So, he said, "Okay. Sure. Yeah."

Izuku's head snapped up, nearly striking him in the chin. "Really?"

"What? You don't actually want to?"

"No, it's just that I wasn't expecting you to agree so quickly."

Katsuki shrugged, looking up at the ceiling. "They're going to find out eventually. We're not exactly subtle, and I'm sure at least a few know already. They're not all as oblivious as you are."

Laughing, Izuku kissed the underside of his chin. "That was almost a compliment."

"Yeah, well, it had to happen at some point."

"How are we going to do it though?"

"Well, if you tell your dumbass friends and I tell my nosy ass friends, it'll spread without any work from us. The whole school will literally know before the day is over. The two top students dating will be the hottest gossip any of them will hear the entire time they're here. It'll be worse than when Beady Eyes and Amajiki got engaged."

"Why do you know Amajiki's name, but not Mirio's?" Izuku asked with a happy little laugh.

Katsuki waved away the question. "Kirishima never shuts up about him. You'd think they were the ones engaged."

"Well, Kirishima is a really loyal friend and gets excited for the people he cares about."

"Yeah, sounds like some green-haired dumby I know." He grinned down when Izuku huffed.

They settled more completely into each other. It wasn't ten minutes later that Katsuki felt something very stiff pressing into his abdomen. "Deku," he said threateningly. He could almost feel as Izuku's face flush with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry!" he whined, "I've been really pent up lately, and we haven't done this in a long time. It's been longer since we've had sex. You haven't been feeling well so I haven't said anything. I didn't want to pressure you or anything."

Katsuki huffed. Like Izuku could ever pressure him. Since getting pregnant, his libido had been admittedly nonexistent unlike his research had told him. Probably because of all the puking and headaches and harboring a literal leech in his body or something. Even now with Izuku's dick pressing into him, the offer of sex wasn't all that appealing when before he would have already been ravaging the idiot.

"I haven't gone into a rut in months, so I haven't even had that," Izuku mumbled.

'Yeah,' Katsuki thought, 'That makes sense.'

They'd learned during this year's sex-ed that when an alpha's omega got pregnant, it completely shut off the hormone that caused both parties to have their cycles. All energy went into providing for their omega and growing pup. Something about an evolutionary survival mechanism. He was just lucky Izuku was too dumb to connect the dots.

And there were so many dots to connect at this point. Any two would lead to the same conclusion.

Katsuki mulled over the concept silently, letting Izuku stew in his embarrassment for a little while longer. "We can have sex on one condition," he said, and Izuku startled against him, "You're topping. I'm not in the mood to put in all that work. That, and you're always so goddamn loud when you bottom, and I don't want that purple ball haired pervert listening at the wall. If you bend me into a pretzel again though, I'm never going to let you touch me again."

Izuku laughed as he pushed himself up to lean in for a kiss. "Okay, I can do that," he said.

Katsuki willingly wrapped his limbs around Izuku, and melted completely into the heat of his touch.

.....

The next morning, they went downstairs to the sound of Sunday morning cartoons in each others clothing. Izuku slumped in a near unconscious, whining heap across Katsuki's shoulder. He was a terrible morning person even when it was already ten.

"Kacchan, I'm tired! Let's go back to bed," he wheedled, but Katsuki ignored him.

They were completely drenched in each others scents and pheromones from the night's activities, and their appearance caused the kind of shock that he'd planned on. All heads turned to them in complete silence as he dragged the useless heap into the kitchen to grab several water bottles. He wasn't about to cook for the fucker after getting wrecked by him the night before, so he just grabbed fruit and granola bars before beginning the trek back upstairs.

Kirishima grinned widely at him, and he jerked his chin up in silent greeting.

As he mounted the stairs, he heard Mina hiss accusingly, "Did you know about this, Eiji? You've been holding out on me, jerk!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Kirishima replied innocently.

"Kirishima!" the group shouted in outrage.

#my hero academia #mha #bakudeku #dekubaku #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #omegaverse #omega!katsuki #alpha!izuku #my writing #multi-chapter #little life

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take me back to where i belong

take me back to where i belong – nokantrol for @babrielandeskog

words: 6k, last time i checked?

warnings: language & one brief, brief mention of the blackhawks. beyond that, nothing I can think of beyond a gratuitous love letter to whataburger with a side of tyler seguin/jamie benn

notes: a belated happiest of holidays to you, b! thanks for your patience on this wild behemoth of a fic. the holidays are just as good a reason as any to bring together dumb colorado boys and dumb dallas boys, esp over airplanes and biscuits & gravy.

as one of my favorite writers ever, it was an absolute honor to be able to write for you—hope you enjoy!!

title taken loosely from “home” by morgxn, which I only came across after it played in the background of a dylan larkin video haha

It’s dawning on you that you definitely should’ve taken up your mom on her offer of earplugs and a sleep mask as you were hurrying out of the house this morning. It’s been a headache of a day—you’d woken up early to help her cook Thanksgiving lunch, then spent the rest of the afternoon catching up with your cousins and tickling the little ones while their dads sat around the TV watching football.

You’d even managed to slip away into your old bedroom to FaceTime with Tyler and Jamie, and Jamie’s friend Tyson. He seemed nice enough, though clearly unprepared to meet new people given that he was in the middle of shoveling down a DQ Blizzard when Tyler turned the camera to him. You might’ve been preoccupied with stuffing your belongings back into your suitcase, but you were genuinely relieved that Tyler had found someone to hang out with during the brief holiday.

Tyler had straight up begged you to stay in town for Thanksgiving, claiming he needed your company to get through the loneliest holiday for a Canadian in America. You just snorted and patted his head, which had been in your lap like always, shushing him with a finger to his lips.

“You’re so full of shit, you know that Ty?” He waggled his eyebrows in response. Part of you did feel sorry for him, though. He’d spent last Thanksgiving with Rads “going stag”, as they called it, but the older man had worked out a visit from Makar and his parents over the long weekend and looked like he was going to keel over from excitement. Which wasn’t really a stretch from his normal self, but still.

Last you’d heard, Jamie was having a BC friend visit, and even Jackie had booked an Alaskan cruise with her girlfriends after Tyler insisted he’d be fine on his own. Now, you just feel bad for the poor guy. He’d been taking a break from going out—I’m just trying to look out for my liver, (Y/N)—and you knew he’d be a sad sack and spend the night in with the pups.

So you compromised and took the beginning of the week off to spend with your family in Chicago, and promised Tyler you’d be back by Thursday night at the latest. It all worked out perfectly since he and Jamie didn’t have a game again until Saturday…which brings you to this moment right here, sitting in a darkened plane with the hottest guy you’ve ever laid eyes on. And you regularly find yourself around some pretty fucking beautiful people. Klinger still won’t tell you what he uses for his skin.

The worst part about flying from Chicago to Dallas is there are never any direct flights with a legitimate shot of you getting on. You can’t complain, considering the fact that working for an airline means you fly for free, but after a jam-packed day like today, you’d like to put your feet up and skip the layovers.

Luckily, the flight you’d managed to get on flew through Denver without a plane change, which meant you were peacefully out for the count while the second batch of passengers got on. You’d been on so many flights for work within the past few months that falling asleep was just second nature to you now. Plus the luxury of a window seat? Score.

Of course, things don’t always work out like they should, so you were jolted from your nap with a loud snort and slurp before spotting the straight up god sitting at the end of your row. Seriously, you’d taken enough flights to know that meet-cutes just didn’t happen, but here you were now.

The blond man has his reading light on, which is a definite faux pas in your mind, but you pause at the fact that he’s actually reading a physical book. Not just any book at that, but you recognize the dark purple cover and intricate detailing of one of your favorite reads of the year. He must notice you staring, because he just turns the page and smiles before asking, “See something you like?”

You blush and scrub at your cheek before realizing the man hasn’t even lifted his eyes from the page.

“Actually, I do.”

That’s enough for him to raise his head and give you a full look at his face. He has gentle eyes that you can just bet are a blue you could get lost in, given what you can see in this lighting. The man’s beard is cropped clean and short, and you wish you could send a photo of his face to Tyler with a message reading, Real men don’t leave spaces in their mustaches.

“And what might I interest you in?”

“The book you’re reading, it’s one of my favorites,” you admit. You know you’re not the type to play coy and charm the pants off this guy, so you decide to do the best with what you’ve got. If he doesn’t like that, it’s not your problem.

It must be a good open though, because his eyes light up in response.

So it begins, from talking about how good All You Can Ever Know is, and how the author makes the nuance surrounding adoption and racism so poignant and real to their audience. You find out the man’s name is Gabe, and there’s a barely noticeable lilt to his words that he attributes to being from Sweden. Gabe glares at you when you jokingly ask for help setting up the new IKEA bookshelf in your living room, and in turn you offer him the extra cookie you’d saved from your earlier flight.

He tells you his plans got derailed last minute and that he was planning on crashing a friend’s Thanksgiving, because there just isn’t enough time around this holiday to head all the way back to Sweden. After a few hours with him, you’re not sure you want to let him go just yet, so you offer to drive him to his friend’s place since you’d left your car at the airport anyways.

You cringe inside when you realize how creepy that must sound and are a second away from laughing it off when he looks you in the eye gratefully and accepts.

After telling him about your travels, which is something you have in common, Gabe probes deeper and asks about the things that make you you, and something stops you from giving him the canned answer you give everyone else who asks.

“I’ve always wanted to be a writer. Walk into a bookstore and see my name on the shelves, you know?” You sigh wistfully at the dream you’ve had since you were a kid toting around a notebook and pen everywhere you went.

“Imagine that: (Y/N)… what’s your last name?” He quirks an eyebrow at you.

“You’re not getting that out of me—you could be a stalker, for all I know!” You laugh when he rolls his eyes in response. “It’s (Y/L/N),” you finally offer. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N).” Worst comes to worst, he’ll probably just find your LinkedIn and ask to connect or something.

“Wait…(Y/N) (Y/L/N).” His eyebrows scrunch up and you can see some kind of gears turning in his head. You’ve never seen this guy before in your life (you definitely would know if you had), so you wonder how he could suddenly be so familiar with your name. There’s nothing to do but laugh again when his face literally bursts into a sunbeam in recognition, the smile overtaking his eyes. You want to take a photo of it; it’s too much to take in with the naked eye all at once.

“You wrote that article in the inflight magazine, the one about the travel tips to Chicago!” You freeze, your grip running tighter on your phone.

“How do you even know that?” You exclaim, eyeing him suspiciously. “I was asleep for like 10 minutes before you started talking to me!”

“I get bored,” the man explains easily. “And I always check the Hidden Gems features because I travel a lot for work. It didn’t hurt that you wrote about one of my favorite cities.” He winks at you and you know you’re blushing now. Guys don’t really bother to flirt with you, let alone big, beefy ones with big, rugged hands and soft blue eyes.

“Oh, well. That’s quite a compliment, considering I write all of them. Thank you,” you manage to get out. Goodness, why did you have to be so awkward all the time.

“You’re welcome,” he replies earnestly.

“Listen, if you’re not in a hurry to get to your friend’s place…have dinner with me.” Something about Gabe makes you feel bold, like you’re the Sun and it’s up to you to rise and seize the day. You know you shouldn’t trust this stranger you’ve literally just met (your mind supplies that you were the one to offer him a ride in the first place) but the alarm bells aren’t going off in your head just yet, so you figure it’s worth a shot.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I know a place.” Actually, you can’t think of any places that might be worthy of housing Gabe, but you’ll act first, and deal with the repercussions later.

“Sure, let’s do it,” he replies easily, smiling up at you from his perch atop his carry-on.

Of course, you have to keep up the bravado from just moments before, all the while racking through every restaurant you can think of nearby. You’re not sure where Gabe’s headed, and while you’ll most likely stop by Tyler’s before heading back home, you want to stay relatively close by.

“How do you feel about fast food?” You blurt out, your mind immediately jumping to the Whataburger you frequent on your way to work in the mornings.

Gabe smiles wryly at you before nodding. Patting his stomach lightly, to which you vehemently fight against imagining the abs that must live beneath his sweater, he musters out a nonchalant, “I’m sure I can break my diet tonight, just for you.”

You roll your eyes and shove at his arm; you feel like you’ve known Gabe for years as opposed to the few hours you spent with him 35,000 feet above ground. Maybe time doesn’t exist that high up in the air.

“Your parents live in Chicago. You live in Dallas,” Gabe checks off as he shoves a spicy ketchup smothered fry into his mouth. “What’s the deal with that?”

“It’s not that complicated, really. I grew up in Chicago, loved it, got an internship in Dallas during college and loved the work, and I’ve been here since I graduated. I get homesick a lot though, so the flight perks come in handy.” You bite your cheek to keep from getting emotional; any mention of missing your parents still gets you teary.

“Wow,” Gabe breathes. You’re too preoccupied with trying to discreetly blink the tears away before he notices, that you don’t have time to gauge his reaction.

It’s the truth, though. You never thought you’d leave the Midwest, with its ability to shift through all four seasons in a day. But you did, and you can’t feel bothered to apologize for the fact that you’re still not sure where you would call home. What you loved about Dallas the first time around was that it was your space. Everyone you knew in Chicago had practically known you since you’d been in diapers, and you never realized how heavy that burden had been until you left.

You’re just about to say something when Gabe clears his throat to speak.

“(Y/N), I can’t believe you moved over a thousand miles away from home right out of college and have been sticking it out this entire time. You’re really brave.”

“Oh, um. Thank you?” You wipe your nose and sniff before taking a bite of your burger. No one had ever reacted like that before. You’re used to people ribbing you for your flight benefits or joking about how there’s no way you can go back to Chiberia after a few years in the South.

“I get it, though,” Gabe continues. “I moved to Canada when I was in, what do you call it, high school? Then after a few years, I settled down in Denver for work, and that’s where I’ve been ever since.” You quirk an eyebrow, wondering if his parents had been in the service given how he’d had to move all over the world. Now, your move seems small in comparison.

“And you mentioned you were born in Sweden, right? I’ve always wanted to go,” you say wistfully. One day, you’d get your backpacking trip around Europe. One day.

Gabe nods eagerly, and thankfully doesn’t comment on your blatant change of subject. He reminds you of a big golden retriever with how often he smiles and seems to enjoy every moment he’s in. He runs a hand through his hair before diving into what it was like growing up in Stockholm, and how he feels like he’s back home anytime he can smell salty sea air. It’s not all too different from Jamie’s childhood, you realize belatedly. You think they’d get on well.

The two of you continue to trade stories back and forth in the tiny Whataburger down the street from Love Field, and you can’t ignore the want bubbling up from deep within.

When Gabe inputs the address into Google Maps and holds it up for you to see, you have to blink and bring his phone closer to your face to get a better look.

“Wait. Gabe. Whose house are you going to?” Gabe pauses, looking uneasy for the first time since you met just a few hours ago.

“I told you, he’s like my best friend’s best friend. Jamie.”

“Oh. My. God. Oh my God. Gabe. Gabe.” You burst into peals of laughter and have to hit your steering wheel multiple times over because no fucking way. This cannot be real life, right now.

“(Y/N)?” He still looks hesitant, and you’re sure you know why.

“Gabe,” you wheeze. “Gabe. Oh my god. You’re going to Jamie Benn’s house right now? How do you even know him?”

His eyes narrow for a long moment, assessing your frankly embarrassing stature, and he shifts to take his phone back. You’re aware of how you probably look, like a huge Jamie Benn stalker or something, but this turn of events is just too ridiculous to wrap your mind around, let alone, stop laughing at.

“Do you…know him, too?” He asks warily.

“Gabe,” you repeat. “He’s one of my best friends here in Dallas.”

If real life played out the way it did in cartoons, you know you’d see a series of anvils falling from the sky or something equally ridiculous to depict his surprise. Gabe looks flabbergasted, and at a complete loss for words if his sputtering is any indication.

“No fucking way, (Y/N). You sure you’re not just messing with me right now?” He’s finally able to squeeze out right when you start wheezing again. You nod and wipe at the tears streaming down your cheeks; it’s unbelievable how this guy’s got you crying twice for two astronomically different reasons, all within a span of 30 minutes. Gabe must be just as delirious or amused as you are, because he joins you quickly after.

When your giggles finally subside and you trust yourself to drive, you slot your key into the ignition and get started on the drive over to Preston Hollow. You make this exact drive nearly every day, what with the airport being so close to work, but the drive from the airport to Jamie’s house is one you know all too well, having literally gone straight from various work trips to movie nights at his place numerous times over. Just a few weeks ago, Tyler had been walking Gerry over and you’d nearly run the puppy over when he bounded into the street at the sight of your car.

“So, (Y/N),” Gabe starts when you pull out of the Whataburger parking lot. “How exactly do you know all these Stars players?” You bite back a groan; Tyler always gets a kick out of how much you hate telling this story.

“I told you I interned here during college, right?” Gabe nods, and you just barely keep yourself from slamming on the brakes when he flits his tongue to swipe across his upper lip.

“I fell in love with Dallas, and with my line of work being what it is, it’s all about who you know. So after I moved back to Chicago to finish school, I knew I had to make some connections if I wanted to find a job in another state. There weren’t many networking events here, so I kind of had to improvise. My friends took me to a lot of Stars games when I was interning, and I remembered that Casino Night was coming up…” you trail off as you slowly come to a stop at the next red light.

“So I’m guessing you went and seduced some big, sexy hockey players, huh?” Gabe moves closer to dig his elbow into your arm.

“That’s exactly what happened, how did you know,” you deadpan.

“No, for goodness sake’s, Gabe, I didn’t seduce them. I’ve never followed hockey that closely, so I didn’t recognize their faces. Jamie talked to me for almost 20 minutes about working in the Metroplex before a random PR girl came to take him away.” You laugh at the memory of a bumbling Jamie Benn trying to talk to you about taxes and insurance benefits before Tyler had swooped in and hip checked him before winking at you.

With the help of alcohol and some distance from the cameras, Jamie was all soft excitement and fun innuendos while Tyler had just melted into a literal puppy after the event ended. Jamie had asked for your number after you shared some drinks with him and Tyler that night, and you’d always wondered what would’ve happened if you hadn’t had to fly back home the next morning.

Regardless, you kept in touch with the boys until you got a full-time offer with the company you’d interned for the previous summer. When finally making the move to the Big D, you suddenly had 15 fully-grown hockey players at your service when you pulled in with your giant U-Haul. No way could you have imagined any of that from your failed attempt at networking.

“So…your best friends are hockey players, then,” Gabe trails off. You’re not sure where he’s going, but you just nod.

“Yeah, I go to their games and I can finally tell them apart on the ice, but I’m more of a baseball girl myself.” It’s true, you’d grown up in Cubs territory and their World Series win ranked in your list of favorite moments from your entire life.

“Do you know any other hockey players?”

“Mmm, I don’t think so. I guess I know who Sidney Crosby is? But that’s only because Tyler’s obsessed with him.” Gabe laughs brightly and you hear an of course he is under his breath.

“Wait…do you know Tyler, too?”

“Um, yeah (Y/N). I kind of have to, considering I play hockey, too.” This time you really slam on the brakes, which is just fine because no one’s on the road, anyways. You’ve only got another mile or so until you make it to Jamie’s place, and you’d like some time to wrap your head around the fact that this dream of man regularly plays against your best friends.

“You’re a hockey player from Sweden…who plays in Colorado,” you utter our slowly. “You’re somehow friends with Tyson, who’s friends with Jamie, which probably means that Tyson’s a hockey player too, right?” Everything is wild and nothing makes sense.

Gabe at least has the courtesy of looking sheepish. He scratches at his neck and shrugs.

“Yeah, Tyson’s one of my best friends in Denver. You can’t tell him that, though, or else he’ll get a big head.”

“Okay, just give me a second to wrap my head around this. Also, get out your phone because we need to record their reactions when we walk in together. Good thing I have a key,” you whisper conspiratorially.

“I think I kind of like bossy (Y/N).”

You know Jamie’s already expecting you, especially since Tyler had texted he was still hanging out with the guys. Gabe’s already got the video rolling on his phone when you slide the key into the lock. You call out a hello as you slip off your shoes and gesture for Gabe to follow when you hear an “in the kitchen!”

Marshall and Cash come bounding up to you while Gerry takes a moment to survey the new guest. Gabe gives him a generous amount of pats, which has Gabe on his knees scratching the puppy’s belly in no time.

“And that’s why we gave a key to (Y/N) in the first place—she somehow always brings us free Whataburger.” You roll your eyes at Jamie’s bravado, he’s clearly raised his voice so you could hear him.

“Holy shit! Landesnerd!”

You turn and mouth Landesnerd? to Gabe in question, to which he shrugs and probably just zooms in on your face with the camera.

Tyson runs over to see Gabe, bypassing you completely. Jamie’s slower to stroll out and he raises an eyebrow at you before pulling you in for a squeeze. He smells like cedar and soap like always, and it’s so familiar to you now that it almost hurts. Tyler comes steamrolling out of the kitchen yelling your name and throws himself into your arms when Jamie finally lets go. This one’s all Aveda shampoo and Armani cologne, and you playfully bite at his shoulder, which has him yelping and jumping away as always. It’s only been a few days, but you’ve missed your boys something fierce.

Plus, it’s only a matter of time before they realize who you walked in with.

“Hold up, hold up, hold up.” Tyson finally pauses, literally scratching his head at the sight of you. “Do you guys know each other? Gabriel, how did you even get into this house?”

Gabe’s still getting everything on video, and you’re so glad it’s all getting caught on tape. Tyler tilts his head side-to-side, glancing between you and Gabe before finally turning and elbowing Jamie in the ribs. He makes a few contemplative noises before finally whispering to Jamie, who’s eyes shine with mirth when he lands his gaze on you, of all people.

“Hey, Landy, what’s up man? How do you know our girl (Y/N), here?” Tyler continues smoothly, pulling Gabe in for one of those complicated handshake turned bro taps. Jamie does the same, but you can tell from the way Gabe shoves at his chest that Jamie’s chosen to chirp him. Of course.

Tyler just waggles his eyebrows at you suggestively when Gabe finally responds, ruffling Tyson’s hair at the same time.

“It’s just gotta be fate, right? We were on the same flight over, we had Whataburger together, and here we are now.”

“You watch yourself, Landeskog, throwing around words like fate and together. Our (Y/N)’s too good for Colorado scum like you!” You lunge to tackle Tyler to the ground, which just begins an all-out brawl once Marshall and Cash get word of the fun.

Jamie just sighs all too knowingly, and stops in the kitchen to grab the bags of chips he only saves for special occasions. Something tells you it might be a Goon night after all.

When Jamie officially deems it too late for you to go home, he sends you to the guest room on the second floor to spend the night, just as you have numerous times before. You’re thankful he’s pulling the trigger and has a shit ton of extra rooms for everyone to stay in, one of which already has a new toothbrush and one of Jamie’s spare hoodies.

When you wake up the next morning, it’s to the smell of hazelnut which has you out of bed and downstairs almost immediately. Tyson doesn’t even look half awake yet, but Jamie slides over a mug of black coffee to you wordlessly. The shower’s going down the hall, which tells you exactly where Gabe is.

“Can we do breakfast,” you whine at Jamie. He’s become the big brother you’d never had, and you know he dotes on you as a result of being a lifelong youngest child. Jamie just grunts in response as Tyson flops his hands over his ears with a long, pronounced groan.

“Let’s do Norma’s, I want biscuits,” you continue. Jamie nods and pulls out his phone, presumably to check in with Tyler.

“It’s good, I promise,” you reassure Tyson. You pat his head of curls gently and get another sad moan in return. Poor guy, sleeping in must definitely be a BC thing.

You and Gabe are the first ones to arrive at Norma’s an hour later, Tyson texting that he and Jamie would pick Tyler up on their way over. You knew if you were to confront either of your friends about what they were trying to do, the big dumb cow eyes would come out to play, and you really didn’t have time for that right now. You just want to enjoy the time you have with Gabe before he leaves, and be able to keep moving forward without even more unrequited feelings weighing you down. Fuck, you don’t even know if it’s been long enough to characterize these feelings as feelings.

As Gabe steps into the bustling diner, you can see the exact moment everything begins to process in that big, blond brain of his. He opens his mouth, then shuts, just smiling down to himself. He stands off to the side while you give your name to the hostess, and make your way over to join him against the wall.

It smells like heaven, if the celestial beings cried tears of grease, and the diner itself is packed with people of all ages. There’s a booth just next to the bar that’s opened up, and you can’t suppress the giggle that erupts when you imagine yourself and four massive hockey players squeezed into it. Gabe calls your name quietly, and you look up to see mirth dancing in his blue, blue eyes.

Completely unaware of the image burned in your brain, he asks, “What’s with all the Texas flags everywhere?”

You have to chuckle at that. Norma’s is known for straight-up Southern comfort food, and their infamous booths decked out in full Texan attire. It was the first thing you’d noticed your first visit, after the giant pies up front that were easily the size of your entire torso. You still remember trying to take sneaky photos to send to your parents all those years ago. Now, they all knew you by name.

“G, it’s Texas,” you reply simply. There really is no other way to put it. “Sweet tea, Whataburger, and good ol’ American football—that’s the Texas way,” you drawl exaggeratedly.

It’s only a couple minutes before the rest of the boys make it to brunch, and if y’all didn’t stick out before, you definitely do now. Tyson’s the closest to you in height, but there’s no denying he’s just as capable as the others in easily benching your weight.

While the people in Texas can be a little softer in the middle, they’re that much kinder in spirit. The city boy in Tyler has slowly been weathered away over the years, and you can’t even pinpoint the Canadian in Jamie anymore. Which is why Gabe with his perfect face and eyes and hair and everything sticks out like a sore thumb in this establishment. It’s like trying to stuff the Sun into a one story home, and telling yourself you still need a lamp.

Tyler kicks at your foot lightly, and it snaps you out of your reverie. The hostess is already leading Jamie, Tyson, and Gabe to a larger booth in the back, so you and Tyler pull up the rear. He offers you his arm, just like always, and he leads you to your seat with a flourish. Jamie’s already saved a spot for Tyler right next to him, patting the cushion with his paw-like hand, which leaves you with the seat next to…Gabe. Of course.

Jamie’s smirking at you when you look up, so you pointedly gesture to the arm he has stretched out behind Tyler to get him to stop. His smirk turns into a shy grin then, and he just shrugs good-naturedly before turning back to his menu. You already know what you’re getting—a Number 7 with extra gravy, as always—so you turn your attention back to Gabe, who’s bouncing between studying the laminated menu and looking around the diner to see what everyone else is eating.

“The biscuits here are the best things I’ve ever tasted,” you offer. Gabe’s brow is still furrowed, eyes flicking back and forth between the menu choices.

“Okay, but can it beat Denver Biscuit Company?” Tyson all but yells from Gabe’s other side. Some other customers nearby turn their heads in interest, and the curly-haired guy is straight up lucky there’s no one with a fishing vest on in your vicinity right now. Don’t mess with Texas is right.

“Oh my god, Four, we can’t take you anywhere,” Gabe hisses, reaching under the table to pinch at Tyson’s thigh.

“Gabe! What the fuck! It’s a free country, Landesnerd!” Tyler’s straight up giggling now as he leans even further into Jamie’s side, and you’re always a sucker for his giggles.

“This has to be a Colorado thing, why are you guys like this?”

“Oh yeah, Benny? Wanna tell Tyler and (Y/N) about the shit we got up to in Kelowna? Don’t kid yourself, bud, you’re not that great.” Tyler’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline and he mouths over a what to you before turning back to Jamie, who’s huge eyes are looking extra cow-like with a side of feigned innocence.

This time, it’s Gabe’s turn to laugh and turn the conversation to shenanigans he and Klinger got into when playing at Worlds together. You don’t know for what, but you feel like you’ve been rewarded with something when he turns to give you a private smile after ordering an extra side of biscuits.

“For us to share away from the hooligans,” he whispers.

Jamie and Tyler had a quick practice over in Frisco after breakfast, so you’d brought Gabe and Tyson back to your place to hang out before meeting the guys again later. Tyson had holed up in your den to call his girlfriend Emma, and last you had checked he had fallen asleep on your futon. You hadn’t expected anything less. Now, you and Gabe are left watching Love Actually in your living room while sipping on some leftover apple cider you’d reheated on the stove.

“Hey Gabe?” It comes out as barely a whisper, but his eyes flick to yours as he murmurs in response. He taps your ankle with his toes, stupid fuzzy socks nudging against your bare skin. You wish you had the liberty of reaching over and tucking your hand into his, pulling him to wrap his strong, wiry arms around your frame. He looks like a scene on your couch, with your favorite throw strewn across his frame.

“Yeah, (Y/N)?”

“What happens now?” You’re scared to even utter the words, afraid he’ll just brush it all off. Luckily, he seems to have given this a lot more thought than you have.

“Well, I know I really like you, and I think you like me,” he replies easily. “We can be really good together, and I want to give it a shot—give us a shot.”

This is crazy. You’d met him only 24 hours ago, and here he was talking about a long distance relationship. Friends of yours had done this in the past, but you never imagined a whirlwind meet-cute like this for yourself. It was ridiculous to even wrap your head around—this legitimately only happened in rom-coms.

“You sound crazy right now, Gabe.”

“Here’s the thing, though. I’m all in. I don’t mean to sound cocky or presumptuous here, but I have the means to fly us both back and forth even if you didn’t get free flights. I don’t know how we got here over the past day, but I do know that I trust you and I’m willing to try. Are you?”

“Pinch me.”

“What?” Gabe barks out a surprised laugh.

“Pinch me, Gabriel. Prove to me that I’m not dreaming.” And because it’s Gabe, he does.

“Ow! Okay, I get it, I’m not dreaming. You didn’t have to pinch me so hard with your dumb big hockey player fingers!”

“(Y/N), come on. Seriously?”

“I have thin skin! Also…if you’re that committed to this, I can be too. I really like you, too. Also, mess with my heart, young Gabriel, and I’ll send the dogs after you.” You point a finger at his amused face and realize that yeah, maybe it’d be nice to allow good things to happen to you.

“Don’t worry, I can take Tyler in a fight. Jamie…maybe not. But you can’t tell him that.” You don’t get the chance to respond as he pulls you in for the first kiss of the rest of your life.

One Year Later – Chicago, IL

“I love Chicago—ever since a buddy of mine forced me to explore with him a few years ago, I fell in love with the architecture.” You expect the tips of his ears to go pink sheepishly or something equally indicative of embarrassment, but he sounds bold, confident. It’s always a turn-on when guys are unapologetic about their passions, but you never would’ve expected his to be architecture—even then, that of your hometown.

It makes you love him that much more.

“It’s the clean lines of all the modern buildings,” he continues, “and the way it contrasts with everything around it. Look at the Wrigley building or the Tribune building and compare it to the Sears Tower.” He sighs contentedly as he peers out the window of the train car, skyline still just about the size of your thumb from this distance.

“You really know your stuff, eh, Blondie?” Gabe’s head whips around at that, and you bite your lip to keep from snorting right then and there.

“Blondie, huh?”

“It figures, though,” you continue. “Big head must mean a big brain for all that random shit you know.” If anything, spending time with Gabe and the boys in Denver has only provided you with more material to help keep the big Swede in check. It must show, since all you hear is a muffled, “Fuckin’ Four” in response.

It feels good to hop off the Orange Line and feel the cold air on your face. Having spent the last few winters in Dallas, it’s disorienting to feel the pins and needles pricking your face again. Gabe slots his fingers through yours and smiles toothlessly as he presses a chaste kiss to the back of your gloved hand. This city might not be home for you anymore, but this smart, kind, hilarious, ridiculous human being next to you has proven himself more than worthy of that title.

“Oh come on, you sap. You said we had dinner reservations!” Gabe had, indeed, told you in explicit detail what he looked forward to doing to you that night, and it encompassed a lot more than just dinner plans. You’re glad it’s so chilly outside, because you can blame your cheeks flaming pink on the weather.

The two of you walk for a bit in comfortable silence, and the familiar streets make way for a slew of old memories. You remember running from campus to the old train station with your college roommate so you could catch the last train to Schaumburg, sitting in front of the Bean with a box of macarons crying over your ex-boyfriend, and even the time you’d somehow ventured into the shady part of town late at night and had called your dad in a panic.

They’re all fond memories, of course, crucial parts of the saga you call your life. But when Gabe tightens his grip and smiles down at you with so much warmth in his eyes, you can’t imagine ever looking back at this city without thinking of him and all that he adds to every moment of your life. You have all the tools and willpower to make your life yours—just like he pointed out that first night, you moved to Dallas on your own and made an entirely new life for yourself. But he adds so much color and meaning you’d never even considered before, that he makes everything more. If you were functioning on a solid 7, he’s the one that dials everything up to a 12.

And you’re struck with this huge revelation as you’re walking down Wacker in the freezing cold that you want this, want him, forever. It doesn’t make any sense, but your heart starts pounding in your ears, and you never really were very good at keeping a poker face, because all you want to do is tell him all of it now now now.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, babe.” Gabe chuckles and runs a thumb across your cheek. “But I have a feeling that’s not all you want to say.”

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

His eyes widen almost comically, and if you weren’t so nervous about what you’d just said, you might be making fun of him for it.

“Seriously, (Y/N)? You couldn’t wait just three more hours?” His voice is suspiciously watery, and he sounds like you’d just sucker punched him in the solar plexus.

“Wait. What?”

Gabe shakes his head fondly. “Look up,” he whispers.

Too caught in your thoughts earlier, you hadn’t realized where he’d brought you. The sun’s just setting and the sky’s an inky violet lit up by the various buildings comprising your favorite skyline. You look up and gasp at what beholds you because, goddamn.

The first time Gabe had come to Chicago with you, he’d brought you to this exact building on his impromptu architecture tour of the city. Gabe had told you how it was urban legend that the architect of this building had scrapped all his original designs after the death of his fiancée, and designed the building to take after her engagement ring when looked at from the sky.

“No. No fucking way. Gabe.”

There’s no response, so you turn to grab his arm but he’s no longer where you left him. Panic comes over you for a brief second, but it all melts away when you turn to find him kneeling on the ground next to you. He has a huge smile painted on his face, and it almost distracts you from the little jewelry box engulfed by his huge hands.

“(Y/N), I should’ve known that you’d ruin the surprise somehow, but I guess it’s okay because it just brings you one step closer to being my wife. When we came here the first time and I told you that story of the architect, that was me promising you that one day you’d be back with an engagement ring of your own.

“You complete me in a way I never could’ve imagined—you’re it for me, you complement me in every way. You inspire me every day because I see how hard you work for every single thing, and I’m so damn lucky to have found someone that brings that kind of resilience into our relationship. I love you to the end of this earth, and there’s no one else I would rather choose to build my life with.

“Man, it’s really fucking cold down here, (Y/N). Marry me?” The tears have been spilling down your cheeks for quite some time now, so it should come as no surprise to Gabe when you nod and throw yourself into his arms.

“Of course, Gabe, of course. I love you so much.” Gabe presses a loud, wet kiss to your temple in response and laughs heartily when you groan.

“Thank you for choosing me,” he whispers before untangling your limbs and taking your left hand in his. Pulling off your glove and holding it between his teeth, as he does, he slips the ring onto your finger, and you know you’re crying again at just how perfect everything feels. So you pull your new fiancé close and press your lips against his, while Gabe sweeps his tongue in little kitten licks against your lower lip in an effort to deepen the kiss. It only serves to make you laugh though, pure joy coursing through your veins.

“I can’t wait to be your wife,” you say when you finally pull back.

“Don’t you mean, you can’t wait to be Mrs. Babriel Landeskog?” You shove at his shoulder as he smiles unapologetically, taking the opportunity to nuzzle his face into your neck.

Your ring finger suddenly weighs more than it ever has, your favorite human has his arms wrapped tightly around you, and you can hear faint remnants of the carolers singing just a few blocks away at the Christkindlmarket. But what really gets you is the promise of the future as you feel Gabe smile against your skin. A crucial part of what makes a home is having him by your side, and luckily, that’s where he’ll be for the rest of your lives.

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inthesummerswelter · 5 years ago

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recipe for disaster: chapter fifteen

She wakes with a muffled shout dying on her lips and an arm half-thrown out to defend herself. Penn’s chest heaves with exertion as she peels her eyes open, and only the sounds of half-spoken, half-sung melodies, drifting on breezes from the kitchen that float on through her bedroom door, slightly ajar, remind her of where she is. They’re lulling and tranquil and, for a fraction of a moment, her eyes slip shut, wanting nothing more than to escape what is no doubt coming up ahead.

But, her dreams now are nothing to desire, three weeks full of ghosts and gaping, hungry grins, and she wrenches herself back into consciousness, what she considers the lesser of the current two evils.

Rolling to the floor, Penn uses her momentum to wrap her duvet firmly around herself before struggling to her feet. The sun shining through the cracks in her drawn blinds is too bright, the noise of the traffic on the street below too loud.

Everything is too sharp, too much.

She shuffles to the kitchen, nearly tripping on an up-turned corner of a rug here, a discarded shoe there. Someone decided last night to make her flat a minefield apparently. Fuck them.

(Fuck her. She’s the mess here.)

He’s in the kitchen making something, making omelettes. Or at least she hopes he is. It’s the only egg-based sort of breakfast that Ashton’s got down to a 98% success rate, and her stomach’s settled to the point where she thinks she might actually want to eat something this morning.

The chair at the small table - her chair, mind, the simple birch one that looks like a throwback to the mid-sixties - seems too small now for her plus her swaddling of blankets, and it takes a bit of wiggling and effort to get herself wedged in there.

Ashton is still clanking spatula and skillet together, wistfully humming away at a tune Penn thinks she heard a lifetime ago on a classic rock station crackling from an old radio under the shade of a lawn chair.

She rubs her temples tenderly with her index fingers, working at the headache knotted around in her brain. The sound of the dish clattering on the Formica tabletop in front of her does nothing to help, and she just knows, right off the bat, that this is going to be a bad morning.

Penn can tell from the way his humming becomes markedly less free, markedly more tense and wooden, and the way that his body stiffens up as he makes the turn to walk back towards the counter to grab two steaming mugs and a plate of his own.

He looks like summer on the outside, she thinks blearily, still not having shaken off all of the drowse of sleep mixed in with the aftereffects of overindulgence. Sun at his back, it turns him into a statue of spun gold, highlighting his hair in a blaze of light.

For all the warmth of his appearance, Ashton carries bags of his own under his eyes, inky thumbprints stamped under hard chips of hazel-green, and the rigid set of his shoulders telegraphs his displeasure as clear as day.

“Eat up, Penny. Time to rise and shine.” And face your demons. That bit goes unspoken, for now.

He’s slipping into the chair opposite her, a plate of his own in hand as well as a mug of tea. A strong black cup of coffee is deposited in front of her, but she’s definitely more occupied by what he has just said.

“What?” Her voice croaks its way out of a desert cave. Clearing it with all of the barely-existent saliva she possesses, she tries again. “What did you say?”

Peering up at her from over his mug, she sees his eyebrows knit together in confusion, no doubt mirroring her own. “I said that it’s time to rise and shine. However, I’m not sure you’re very shiny right now.”

She bristles slightly as his dry tone.

“What?”

He flaps his hand at her, obviously done with the conversation at this point. “Never mind. My humor’s apparently lost on your post-drunk self.”

Frowning down at her breakfast, Penn can feel her already black mood start to sour even further.

“It was a mistake,” she murmurs sullenly into her folded eggs, not having even touched her fork yet. “Everyone makes mistakes, okay?”

With her stillness comes his jagged movements, slicing his own omelette into cross sections, exposing their innards with medical precision and a scalpel-sharp knife.

“A mistake? A mistake?” His voice, rising steadily in pitch as he cuts viciously through the egg, breaks on the last syllable. “Was it a mistake for you to come back for the third night in a row drunk out of your fucking mind? And then was it a mistake for me to come around, like I always fucking seem to do, and make everything better? Put you in bed and stay up late to make sure you don’t drown in your own vomit?”

“I’m not a goddamn alcoholic, Ashton!” she shouts suddenly, her hand itching to slam itself onto the table. She restrains it, though, forcing the impulse down deep under her skin. It would only make things worse.

His utensils still, scraping sharply against the ceramic of the plate as they screech to a halt. “Not yet,” he mutters, and those two words, filled with horrific amounts of underhanded accusations, spur her into action.

“You know what, I don’t even know why you bother, if I’m on such a bad path already. Why don’t you just let me ruin my own life in peace and stop making me feel so goddamn guilty about all of my choices?”

Ashton’s head snaps up at that, immediately choking out the beginning of a rebuttal.

“Because I care about you! Okay? I -”

But he cuts himself off, mouth opening and shutting once before a dull red flush rises up high in his cheekbones as he stares off over her left shoulder, determinedly avoiding her gaze.

“No, you don’t,” she responds quietly. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

A stretched-out silence adds to the chasm Penn can feel growing between them.

“I suppose we’ll just add that to the ever-growing list of things you just don’t want to talk about,” he finally grumbles, setting down knife and fork in lieu of a gulp of tea, ruffling his hair with the other hand in a futile attempt to have it lie flat.

Her hands clench in her lap, covered by the folds of the duvet, just knowing that he’s talking about what happened on the terrace.

“It’s a mistake - that was a mistake - because...because you and I want...different things.” It’s a cleaver in her heart, to say these words. Because saying them out loud makes them true, and she wants nothing more of them to not be true.

His reaction confirms them, though.

Immediately she can see it again in her mind’s eye: two silhouettes slowly molding together to become one, cast in shadows against the warm glow of the lamps in his flat on that night that feels an age ago.

And if there was anger in his face before, there’s fury now. Penn can see the way the tension builds in his face, coiling tight in the furrow of his brow and grinding along his jawline.

She’s not surprised when he lashes out again with harsh words, already curling in on herself in preparation to take the blow.

“And what the hell do you think I want? You know nothing of what I want, you don’t care what I want, and that’s the fact of the matter.” It’s him slamming things around now, snatching up his dishes and dumping his uneaten meal into the little aluminum compost bin she keeps in the kitchen, letting the lid fly back with a crash.

An uncomfortable silence, punctuated with the sounds of Ashton in the kitchen.

It’s not until she hears him clucking his tongue, calling for the dogs, does she looks away from the window that shows the progress of the sun moving across the sky.

“Cards! Clove! C’mere, time to go.”

Gathering her blankets up around her, Penn squeezes her way out of her chair and marches into the living room where he’s clipping their leads onto their collars.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” she asks waspishly. The pups look up and turn their heads back and forth between the two, panting grins that slowly disappear as Ashton rises up to his full height.

In return, he just laughs at her. “You didn’t know? Christ, you didn’t even realize. Penn, I’ve been keeping them over at my flat for the past couple weeks. You’re out all day at work, and then you drag yourself in at all hours of the night and immediately pass out. The first time I came over to check up on you, you were out cold on the kitchen floor and they hadn’t been let to go outside since early that morning. Sue me, but I’m pretty sure that’s not an okay thing to do.”

Throwing her hands up in the air, Penn stomps her foot on the ground and screams, “Fine! I’m a bad person, okay? I’ve fucked up a hell of a lot and obviously you’re just so much better than I could ever be, so just leave me the fuck alone!”

Immediately something changes in his expression, and he steps towards her, stretching out a hand. But Penn’s not having any of that, thank you very much. They made this bed up together, and they’re going to lie in it, goddamnit.

She doesn’t think she can take it if they don’t.

“Don’t. Just go.” She’s already turned away, having looked at the clock on the wall and realizing she’s got little time to spare if she wants to make it to work within the hour.

Penn doesn’t see the way his face falls, ever so slightly, flinching at her dismissal. She doesn’t know what words were on this tip of his tongue, mere millimetres from becoming truths in the air. She doesn’t notice how he looks back at her, just once, as he herds the dogs out the door, backpack slung over one broad shoulder.

So instead of taking a stride forward, they shuffle three steps back.

Being back in the kitchen isn’t as nice as Penn expected.

Fast-paced and rushed?

Yes.

Mind-numbing?

No.

Fragments of thoughts race a kilo a minute through her brain, never pausing long enough to actually formulate into a distinct idea.

It’s all for the better, really, because she’s got enough problems as it is.

A drastic menu change during her leave of absence means she no longer has her usual spot up near the head of the kitchen, dealing with the important entrées and working with the proteins. Instead, Penn is relegated to helping with the prep work for the following day: taking stock of the back room for ordering produce and cheeses, counting the meat in the walk-in-freezer, and even helping Josh, one of the lower line-cooks, with making the bread for the next day.

She’s starting to measure out the proper amounts of flour to put into the mixer when Liam comes by and places a sympathetic hand on her shoulder.

“Delacroix wants to see you. He’s waiting in his office. And, my condolences on your loss.”

Sweet as ever, Liam is.

In spite of herself, she lets a tiny grin slip as she pats him on the cheek tenderly, then dusts off her hands and begins her walk to the corner room. The blinds are drawn, shielding them from the bustle of the kitchen, and for that she’s glad.

Looking up from a vintage swirling around his glass, Delacroix tilts it at her, in a toast.

“Any for you?” he says, taking a sip himself, consequently staining the edges of his moustache a light burgundy.

“I’m fine, thanks.” She flutters nervously around the chair in front of his desk, acutely aware of how disheveled she must look after a long day of toting around sacks of flour and mountains of yeast.

“You seem, how do you say, a bit distraught lately. Yes, to be expected after...well, after. But, still. I see. I notice. Let it not be said that Delacroix does not care most deeply for his employees’ welfare.”

Still loath to touch anything for fear of leaving white prints, Penn perches on the edge of the leather seat. “I’m...coping. It’s not been easy. But I’m dealing with it. Best I can.”

He doesn’t respond, instead favoring taking another drink of wine.

“That doesn’t mean that I need more time off, sir! I think, I know, that keeping myself busy is helping taking my mind off it for now.”

Suddenly, she’s terrified, panicked that he’s going to tell her to go back home for another two weeks, to go back to that empty home where her only friends are ghosts.

Delacroix leans forward, bracing his elbows against the surface of the desk as they support the weight of his body, a look of concern upon his face.

“Penn...is there anything that’s bothering you right now? That you might wish to talk to me about?”

And, oh God, does she want to.

But what would she say?

Yes, she’s a bit out of sorts right now, trying to absorb both the majority of her gran’s funerary costs and the monthly rent on both flats?

That none of her family has shown the remotest interest in helping her pay the lease or work on moving her things out of her gran’s former flat?

That she can’t take off work to do it herself, because she’s starting to run behind on her own bills and needs every pence she can get?

Not to mention that she's only in possession of two close friends, one of which is travelling the world and consequently never around or in an area with enough signal to return her calls? The other, as it so happens, would probably be happiest with never seeing her again and has possibly absconded with her dogs.

Add to that the money she spends on alcohol, the only thing that knocks her out enough to even get her to fall asleep anymore, and the horrific dreams that plague her constantly. As a result, she never gets more than five hours on a good night.

But she tells him none of that.

“Nothing, sir. It’s nothing.”

His mouth twists suddenly before settling back into the half-grin perpetually on his face. She knows that expression, can recognize it a second before it even occurs, like an old friend come home again.

That’s the look of disappointment.

Flapping his hand at her, he sends her back out into the kitchen, to finish helping Joshua prepare the bread dough in time to let it rise before tomorrow. If her hands were dusty with flour before, they were the colour of salt, of chalk, now. All pale and ghostly, they’re the colour of nothing as they pound into the pliable dough, pushing it down relentlessly.

They finish, and Penn manages to wipe a smear of flour across her brow before remembering to wash her hands in the sink. The mirror tells all, reflecting back the loose hairs escaping from her barrettes, the unflattering spots of sweat glistening across the planes of her face, only disrupted by the dark circles smudged under her eyes.

It shows the truth of the matter: she’s absolutely exhausted. The dimness of the overhead lighting above the sink causes the unnaturally pale cast to her skin to glow, normally a darker olive tone, throwing the light smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose thrown into darker prominence.

Splashing a bit of water onto her face, Penn makes her way into the small locker room, collecting her things before stepping out into the evening air.

He’s waiting for her there, just outside the back double doors on the cobblestones that have the beginnings of grass shooting out between their edges, leaning against the dark brick walls of the building. She almost knew he would be. He’s waiting, and he’s smiling with a grin that’s just a touch less shit-eating than normal and just a touch more sympathetic. Holding out a bottle of something or other in his left hand, Louis also extends his left, reaching forward, almost bridging the gap between their two bodies.

With arms stretched out as if in supplication, it is as if the world holds its breath as he looks into her, half of Michelangelo's Creation of Adam come again.

There are no touches, though, and she doesn’t stretch out her arm in return to complete the image. Instead, just the stars reflecting themselves in the blue of his eyes, and rather than crossing the distance he murmurs, still with the softened grin upon his face, “Wanna get trashed again?”

Everything begins moving at a normal speed again, the sounds of late-night traffic filtering back in slowly, and she’s almost relieved. That was just on the border of entrancing, intoxicating.

She can practically see Ashton’s honey-hazel eyes now, brimming with reproach, but that doesn’t stop Penn from reaching for the bottle in his hands with a choked out, “Fuck, yes.”

Everything’s just a little bit easier to handle when you’re numb.

Later, when she’s laying on top of her bed, limbs askew, chef’s coat and pants tossed into a heap in the corner, she reaches out for her mobile, hand groping along the side table.

Pressing the buttons without looking at the screen, she brings it up to her ear, working her mouth around in an attempt to make sure her words come out exactly how she wants them to.

Although, Penn thinks as the dial tone begins, it really doesn’t matter. He always knows what she means.

“‘ Lo? Penn?” There’s static in the back, and vaguely she wonders where he is, if she’s woken him up. But then again, it’s almost 3:00 a.m. her time, so the chances of it being day on his side are relatively high.

“Where are you?”

“Currently? In a shabby hostel somewhere in the Andes.”

She doesn’t speak for a long time, preoccupied with listening to his steady, even breaths.

“Zayn? How do you know?” It’s hard, making sure her voice doesn’t tremble as she speaks.

“You just do. You just know.” He pauses, the sounds of him shuffling through his bag coming through the line. “Hang on a mo’ and I’ll show you.”

And the call ends.

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captnbarnesrogers · 7 years ago

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When Dodger Begins To Love

Pairing/Characters: Chris Evans x Reader, Dodger the Doggooooooo Warnings: swearing, this is just fluff basically Summary: The times where Dodger became close to you and the time Chris realised he loved you. Word Count: 2.2k+ A/N: I thought this was a cute idea but I don’t think I delivered it very well! I woke up from sleeping bc I dreamt the ending lmao! Happy 1 Year to this blog and to me reaching 2.5k! Wooooo! Thank you everyoneeeee <3

You’d met many times before and you would consider him a friend, you and Chris. No conversation was ever dry or boring, everything felt so comfortable. Every time you would talk, the exchange would end in laughs. You’d met through mutual friends like Sebastian and events like parties. Of course, every time, you were seeing someone and so was he.

When you had landed the role of a new movie starring yourself and your dear friend, Chris, you were more than psyched to actually get to know him better. While on set, you had learned a lot of what he loved. For example, he loved to play piano (although he believed he was terrible, in which you would always argue with him that he was amazing), his love for the New England Patriots was endless but it would never succeed his love for his dog, Dodger. Dodger, the lover of other dogs and his little stuffed lion, had Chris wrapped around his paw.

Chris finally came around to inviting you to dinner at his house after months and long hours of shooting scenes. As soon as you entered the house, you were jumped by the not so little puppy as Chris had described. You didn’t complain, you just laughed and returned the love to Dodger, accepting the licks on your face.

“Oh, hello there.” You laughed,

“C’mon, little guy, get down!” You patted the dog’s head and he jumped down from you, pouncing around you in excitement,

“He’s a lot bigger than I expected! You described him much smaller.” Dodger trailed behind you as you entered the kitchen and helping Chris with dinner.

It wasn’t too long after when Chris found out you had adopted a dog too. You were moving into your new house, so much closer to your job and you didn’t have to fly out and rent a place every time you had a new show or a new movie in Los Angeles. The weather was better too and your newly added best friend, Missy, a Jack Russell Terrier, loved the heat and the days where she could play in the park. Chris helped you move into your new place, not too far from his own, Dodger by his side and Missy right by yours.

“What made you move from NYC?” Chris asks while grabbing a box from the moving van, he had suggested that you get someone else to do all the moving in for you, but you were the type of person who liked to do things for yourself, so you could have the satisfaction of saying that you did it,

“You know, filming and shit is so much closer and easier to get to, I don’t have to waste money on plane tickets and plus, the weather is great here.”

“Yeah, I get it.” He smiled at you as you both took boxes into the house, “Well, I’m glad you moved out here, so I can see you a lot more.” You nodded and placed those last two boxes on the floor, “You think we can take a break?” You almost zoned out completely when he wiped the sweat from his forehead, making you bite your lip,

“Uh, what?”

“You wanna grab some sandwiches or something?” You shook yourself back into concentration,

“Yeah, yeah, I could really use one.” You both walk out into the garden to find Dodger nudging his head into his toy, offering his stuffed lion to your Missy, “Fast friends, aren’t they?”

It was seven long months before you could see Missy again and Chris too. Filiming had taken over your life and you had no time to talk to your friends and family or even post on social media. You were extremely tired. So, when you arrived home after those seven months, you crawled into bed and didn’t leave its warmth for another two days, snuggled up with your trusty Missy. Unbeknownst to you, you were beginning to get sick, only noticing when the worst had come; a blocked yet runny nose, a chest infection, and a pounding headache. You groaned as you heard the knocks at the door cursing at whoever was disturbing you. Nevertheless, you fixed your hair and tied your robe over your pyjamas and opened the door. On your doormat stood the six-foot-something, broad shouldered Chris. You whinged at the sight of the sun.

“Didn’t you get my texts? You look sick.” Chris says, concern surround the tone of his voice,

“I, uh, didn’t charge my phone when I got home.”

“Y/N… That was three days ago, you haven’t gotten out of bed since?” You shook your head and motioned him into your house, Dodger following behind him,

“I had a shower last night but that’s it.” You plopped yourself onto the sofa and sighed, “My nose and my head are killing me, everything is killing me.” Dodger whines and places his head on your knee, looking at you with worried eyes,

“He can feel you’re unwell, he’s worried.”

“I’m alright, boy, I’ll be okay.” You said with awe, stroking the fur on his head. As you bring your focus on Dodger, Chris is carrying Missy and scratching her ear while looking at you. He smiles while stares at you, not knowing why. He shakes himself back in the room and places Missy next to you,

“Hungry?” You nod. He makes his way to your kitchen and begins the preparation to make you some soup. Moments later, he makes his way over to the sofa where you lay and places the bowl on the table. As he turns his attention to you, he notices the soft snores coming from you, Dodger, who was sprawled on your legs, and Missy, who was resting on your chest, your arms cradling her. He laughs and strokes your hair back from your face, your eyes flickering open at the sight of his face, “Good morning, sleepy head.”

“Hi.”

“I made you something to eat.” You pat Dodger on the head and sit up, he hands you the bowl and you thank him. He turns on the TV, sitting beside you with Dodger snuggled on your side and Missy snoring on Chris’ lap. You both hadn’t paid attention to the TV, busily chatting about work and how much you both miss your family. It wasn’t long until silence covered your mouths, quiet snores filled the room, the sound of infomercials drowning out in the background; both of you unknowingly snuggled together on the chaise of the sofa, your head resting on Chris’ chest and his chin resting on your head.

You both woke up in the morning as if sleeping snuggled against each other was a reoccurring thing for you to do. He smiled at you, a groggy ‘good morning’ coming from his lips. Suddenly, he sneezes,

“Shit, I’m sorry!” You laugh.

Dodger and Missy circled you and Chris as you both sat on the sand, waiting for the sun to set. Chris had just told you that after the night you had spent together a few months before, Dodger began to get whiney when you weren’t around, that he really loved you, probably more than Chris himself.

“So, Y/N, what are you doing next week?” Chris asked, his hand digging into the sand,

“Nothing, why?”

“It’s my birthday on Tuesday and I’m going home to celebrate with my family, do you wanna, you know, come?” Your family affairs weren’t exactly your cup of tea. The constant nagging to get married and have kids as if you were made for that sole purpose only, made you groan in frustration, as you were, as you yourself fully knew, were so much more than that. But if you were invited to someone else’s family affair, especially a birthday, it wouldn’t be so bad. You nodded and thanked him. Suddenly, you felt a head of hair nudge your arm and lift its head with a stick in its mouth. You stroked Dodger’s fur and laughed,

“Yes, of course, I’ll play with you.”

Tuesday came around like a race car. You were packed and dressed, ready to be picked up and taken to Massachusetts. Knocks were heard coming from your front door. You took a little jog from your room to the door, opening it to Chris embracing you.

“Happy Birthday, handsome!” You cheered, reaching around to hug him back,

“Thank you.”

“Let’s go?” You called out to your friend who came running in with Dodger and Missy, “Behave, you two.” You joked to the two pups before thanking your friend for dog sitting,

“They’re tied to the tails.” Chris laughed, making you agree.

After the flight from LA to Boston, you were greeted at the gate by Chris’ mom and one of his sisters. He gave them a hug and introduced you, his hand placed lightly on the small of your back, gently nudging you in a supportive manner.

“This is my friend, Y/N Y//L/N.” He says, smiling,

“Ah, finally, we’ve seen you in the movie and Christopher, here, is always talking about how amazing you are,” His mom explains, “I’m Lisa.” She gave you a hug,

“I’m Carly.” Carly’s hug following right after. In that moment you knew where Chris got his embracive side, making you smile. You and Chris walk to the car, your bags slung over your shoulders and Chris’ hand still on the small of your back,

“You talked about me?” You asked quietly,

“Was I n-not-”

“No, no, it’s cool, it’s cute.” Your cheeks flushed crimson and you smiled up at him, the space closing between the both of you but was interrupted by the sound of Carly’s voice telling you that the trunk of the car was open for your bags, making you walk away from an almost eventful moment. You had a wonderful time chatting with Carly and Lisa in the car on the way back to their house, laughter and gasps of baby stories of Chris filled the vehicle. You complimented the house and thanked Lisa for letting you stay with her family. Chris went up to his room and Carly showed you your bedroom, thanking her straight after,

“Everyone should be arriving soon, just a warning, we’re all really loud.” You laughed and shook your head,

“I love loud.”

“Then you’ll fit right in.” And Carly was just right, the entire night you were a perfect fit with Chris’ family and friends. Everyone loved you and spent the night surrounding you, telling you stories about Chris in his younger years.

Chris couldn’t stop staring at you and how beautiful you looked, how you easily got along with every single person in the room. He was amazed, in awe at how you captured everyone without even trying. He looks at you longingly, not being able to help it at this point. Everyone was truly in awe of you. God, even his dog loved you. By the end of the night, everyone and their mothers had told Chris how lucky he was to have you and what a keeper you were. He knew that in himself. He knew because he was in love with you.

He couldn’t sleep that night and neither could you. The rain was pouring cats and dogs and the thunder crashed boomingly, startling you every time it made an appearance. Suddenly, your phone vibrates indicating you had a text.

With that, you hear a knock on the door of the bedroom. You push the covers off of you and open it. Chris stands in his white shirt and shorts and you in your old college shirt, a couple of sizes too big for you, and some sleeping shorts. He takes your hand and leads you to the Queen-sized bed. You snuggle close to him as he rubs your back, his chin resting on your head.

“Thank you.” You whispered, gripping his shirt as another crash of thunder came,

“It’s okay.” You feel warm and safe in his arms,

“Your heart,” you begin, “it’s beating really fast.”

“Sorry.”

“No,” you laugh, “I don’t mind, it’s helping me focus, actually.”

“Oh?”

“That sounded less creepy in my head.” You both burst into laughter but quiet yourselves as quickly as you started, “You have a lovely family.” You look up at him,

“Thank you, they all love you, seriously, I’ll never hear the end of it if I let you go.”

“Then don’t.” Silence fills the room. As he holds you, he feels you relax even more,

“Y/N?” He whispers,

“Yeah?” He looks at the way the moonlight shines on your face perfectly,

“I really want to kiss you.”

“Okay.” His hand then cups your cheek and pulls you close, closing the already small gap between the both of you, crashing his lips onto yours. As your mouths move against each other, your hand moves to grip the hand on your cheek, his kiss deepening. When you both get the chance to pull away, something you didn’t really want to do, you were breathless,

“I’ve been wanting to do that since you got sick.”

“Ew, what?” You laughed,

“Oh, god, no, I meant the day you got sick, I saw how you were with Dodger and I just- I saw how we could be together and I just loved you.” Your eyes grow wide,

“Woah.”

“Shit, no, wait, I-”

“I love you too.” He stops his rambling and pecks your lips,

“Thank, God.” Before you knew it, the birds had began chirping and the sunrise was peeking in through the window, you both looked at each other, “Let’s sleep now?” You laughed and nodded,

“Okay.”

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My One True Omega

Wincest Writing Challenge: November 2017 @wincestytypeoflove vs @wincensfw Prompt: Strength (Tarot Cards) Rating: Teen | Wordcount: 3k+ | Round 14 Tags: Unrelated Wincest, Pinning Sam Winchester, Unrequited Love, A/B/O Dynamics, Moment of Destiel, Arranged Marriage, Love at First Sight, @wincestwritingchallenge Summary: Sam’s loved Dean ever since he first saw him. He just want’s his love reciprocated.

Dean woke with a groan, long warm arms around his waist and a needy nose poking his shoulder. He spared a glance at the pair of eyes gazing at him in adoration and sighed, shaking off the cuddly omega.

“Morning, Dean,” Sam said brightly, warm hands rubbing the crooks of Dean’s back. Dean grunted in greeting and pushed the omega more firmly away, getting up. He padded to the kitchen in only his boxers, Sam following behind him talking about something unimportant to Dean.

He fixed his morning coffee, per usual, as Sam puttered around the cooking space and started on breakfast. Dean rubbed his temples, a headache forming at the constant chatter. He remembered a point in time when he thought it was kinda cute but now? Dean could barely stand it.

“Here ya go!” Sam said cheerily, placing down a plate of eggs, toast, cheese, bacon, salami and a small bowl of fruit.

“Sam,” Dean growled. “I don’t eat fruit so stop giving it to me.”

“You need it so shut up and eat,” Sam snorted, popping a grape in his mouth. They had this argument every morning and while tiring, Sam secretly loved it. He could pretend that Dean actually loved him and that this was a sleepy lover’s quarrel. Of course, that wasn’t what it was in all honesty.

Dean didn’t love Sam, it was clear as day that the alpha wouldn’t have chosen Sam for a mate if he thought he had a better choice. Sam, however, was deeply in love with Dean, with his green eyes and adorable freckles. He felt safe around the alpha and would do anything for him. They hadn’t officially mated, Dean putting off actually knotting him but Sam relished in whatever closeness he could get with Dean.

And when he saw Dean had finished his food, including the fruit cup, he called it a win.

—- —- —-

Dean watched the older omega a few seats away with a sad sigh. Castiel Novak was the most gorgeous omega Dean had ever laid eyes on. His scent drove Dean crazy along with his cute little head tilt when he was confused and messy hair plus the brightest pair of blue eyes Dean had ever seen. He wanted Cas so bad but he was stuck with Sam. Dean glanced at the younger omega next to him and wrinkled his nose. Sam didn’t smell bad, he just wasn’t what Dean wanted or needed.

Sam easily hid the hurt he felt whenever Dean’s eyes strayed. He knew he wasn’t who Dean wanted but the alpha could try to at least be less obvious. The thing is, Dean’s father arranged a marriage between them, because the Campbell heir needed a mate. Both were reasonably upset at first, though the omega sometimes thinks Dean is still upset, but then Sam had fallen head over heels for Dean. The Alpha, however, never made an effort like Sam did. They’d been together for four years and Sam was honestly getting a little tired of the rejection and the hate.

Seeing his friends with their perfect mates and swollen with pups was hard when he was downright miserable trying to keep his alpha happy. The thoughts made Sam want to cry but he never dared in front of Dean in fear the alpha would tease him or berate him.

Sam pushed the depression away, focusing back on the paper he was supposedly reading and grimaced.

“This new Alpha leader is shitty at doing his job.”

Dean looked at him with barely concealed annoyance. Omega’s were supposed to be seen, not heard.

“He’s trying to make arranged marriages a law instead of just pack traditions,” Sam elaborated.

Dean snorted and rolled his eyes, “That’s just the way things are. Best to make it official before controversy breaks out.”

“I’d rather marry for love,” Sam said lightly, even though that’s what he did.

“Yeah, me too,” Dean said, turning back to stare at Cas.

Sam just pushed the tears back because he was fine. He always was.

— —- —–

While Sam and Dean weren’t close, sex between them was amazing. Dean was always rough with Sam, pounding into his hole until the omega was weeping both from his eyes and from his cock. Sam wasn’t one who normally enjoyed rough sex but with Dean, Sam felt like he could take anything.

Sam cried and whimpered, calling Dean’s name. He knows Dean doesn’t like it very much when he’s loud. Sam wasn’t supposed to speak. He wouldn’t call what they do making love but there was definitely that spark of connection between them.

Usually a bond between two mates was strong, you could feel it ripple beneath your skin since it is a part of you. But, Sam barely felt a twinge of their bond unless Dean was mad or during sex. So, Sam relished in what little he had with Dean. Call him clingy but he wanted Dean and Sam wished the feelings were reciprocated. When they finished, both reaching a release, Sam rolled so he was curled on Dean’s chest. The Alpha sighed but didn’t move or make any other attempt to touch Sam.

And it really, really fucking hurt.

—–

Sam was honestly tired of being unwanted, especially so openly. Gabriel, Castiel’s alpha brother who once tried courting Sam, hated how the pretty omega was being treated. He and Dean didn’t get along at all because of that. Gabriel hated how Sam was treated and hated how Dean made the omega feel so worthless. He couldn’t let the alpha near his little brother either if he could help it, but Cas made his own decisions if proven beneficial.

“You deserve better,” Gabe would say, golden eyes worried and sad.

Sam would smile and nod, “I know. But, I need him.”

And the subject would be dropped.

——

Jealousy pulled through Dean as he watched Balthazar openly flirt with Castiel. The omega took the compliments perfectly, head held high and a shy smile on his face along with a pink blush. It made Dean’s skin crawl. He wanted to be the one that brought Cas great joy.

Last time he spoke with the omega, he flirted consistently. Until, Castiel stopped him, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t you already have an omega?”

“We never mated but technically yes,” Dean sighed honestly. Castiel had hummed but no longer responded to Dean’s flirting like before.

Just another way Sam ruined his life.

It wasn’t Sam’s fault, Dean knew. He was just taking his anger out on the omega. Sam was an okay guy, super sweet and smart. But he wasn’t like any normal omega and that’s what Dean wanted. Sam was tall instead of small and lean. Sam formed his own opinions and spoke his mind about everything, even ice cream flavors. He ate burgers with Dean and drank beer instead of apple juice and fruits (though Sam did love forcing an occasional salad).

A hand intertwining with his own caught Dean’s attention. He glanced at Sam, ready to snap and ask why the hell they were suddenly holding hands when he saw what Sam was looking at. An alpha named Jody and her little beta mate, Donna. In her arms was an adorable blonde-haired baby that they had just had three months ago. Dean felt a slight pang for Sam who obviously ached for a family but was stuck with Dean. He let Sam hold his hand and gave it a slight squeeze.

Sam looked at Dean in surprise, looking like he was expecting a reprimand. Dean rolled his eyes and turned his gaze back to Cas who he found was staring at him curiously. Dean dropped Sam’s hand as if it were fire and smiled charmingly at Castiel. He didn’t notice Sam’s hurt, resigned expression like Cas did.

They had come home that evening, Dean in a sour mood per usual when his flirting with Castiel didn’t go as planned. Sam just looked tired, done.

“Dean,” Sam asked, getting his Alpha’s attention.

“What?”

“Are we ever gonna mate?”

“Excuse me?” Dean raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

“I see all these omegas or betas with their mates, happily mated and forming a family and I’m just wondering―”

“Sam, you do know that we are never gonna do that, right?” Dean asked carefully, ignoring Sam’s crestfallen look. “I’m never gonna knot you. Look, I get it, seeing everyone with kids and stuff and you not having any but seriously? Can you honestly see us together?”

“Yes,” Sam said softly.

“Well, I can’t.”

“Cause all you see is Castiel.”

Dean heard the bitterness in his voice and grimaced.

“I don’t love you, Sam,” Dean was getting frustrated. “So, I’m not gonna mate with you.” “That’s it then?” Sam snapped. “Just-Just pining after an omega who doesn’t want you when there is someone right here who would die for you to give them an ounce of the attention you bestow on Cas!”

“Shut the hell up!” Dean growled.

“I want to be your mate, Dean! We have a bond but you won’t let it grow because you want Castiel. Well, I want you Dean!”

“I don’t want you, Sam, and I never will.”

“What can I do?!”

“You can leave!” Dean shouted. “You can just get out of my fucking life! I never wanted to be married to you, I never wanted you as my bond mate and I never wanted to spend my life with you! Just get out and don’t come back!”

He was panting, the tension clearing up and Dean got a good look at the omega. Sam’s eyes were watering, a crushed resigned look on his face. He looked like someone ripped out his heart and trampled on it and that’s pretty much what happened.

Sam tuned and walked away from Dean, into their bedroom. Dean stayed where he was, guilt twisting his stomach. Sam returned with a black backpack and headed to the door, eyes blank, losing the life that was always filled in them.

“I hope you get who you want, Dean,” Sam said gently as he walked out the door, placing something in Dean’s hand.

Dean took a breath, turning and watching his husband of four years walk out the door. He looked down in his hand and felt his heart ache as he rolled around the wedding ring he gave Sam that night, four years ago. Dean took a breath and walked to their (now his) room and flopped on the bed, rubbing his eyes.

——–

The first few nights without Sam was torture. Absolute torture. He couldn’t sleep without imagining that warm body invading his personal space and flopping on him.

At first, Dean played it off as missing the sex because it honestly was amazing but it turned into more. Dean hated having that big bed all to himself. He laid there, eyes tracing the ceiling, mind on overdrive.

Where was Sam now? Was he okay? Did he find somewhere to stay for the night?

The questions wouldn’t leave him alone and Dean worried himself for three days straight before knowing he needed to make his move and get a distraction.

——–

“Castiel?” Dean got the omega’s attention. Those gorgeous blue eyes that had once caught Dean’s attention were no match for Sam’s ever-changing orbs, but Dean pushed that thought away. He’s never noticed them before, why should they matter now?

“Dean,” He greeted in his low voice. Dean found himself suddenly wishing for a slightly higher one with a mischievously defiant tone. “Can I help you?”

“I wish to court you, Cas. I have been wanting to since we first met. Will you except me and become my mate?”

Castiel looked at Dean unblinkingly for a second, eyes slightly narrowed. “What about Samuel?”

“He…He left,” Dean admitted. God, it wasn’t supposed to hurt. He should be happy the cheeky loveable omega was gone.

Castiel continued staring before giving a swift nod. “Then yes, courting me would be adequate.”

Dean beamed happily, kissing the back of Castiel’s hand. This is what he’d been waiting for since he first laid eyes on the older omega. And while he was happy, Dean couldn’t help but feel like something was missing.

——–

Courting Castiel was…not what Dean expected. The omega had a schedule to keep, always up at a certain time. The omega didn’t want to stay in bed and cuddle in the morning like Dean had grown used too. Dean found himself longing for a warm body to curl into, for cold toes to press against his thighs and soft whispers of comfort that always managed to awaken Dean, those soft pink petal lips brushing against his temple until Dean pushed him away. Castiel made Dean a breakfast of eggs, meats, breads, cheeses, and not a hint of fruit, just like Dean wanted. Castiel, however, had a little bowl of strawberries and blueberries, and never once tried stealing from Deans bowl like Sam was so fond of doing.

Dean found himself longing for a small bowl of grapes and kiwi.

Castiel also didn’t have any views, he just agreed to Dean’s stand points like a good little omega. Dean, though acting like he hated it, loved when Sam argued his beliefs with Dean, always keeping the alpha on his toes. Castiel, on the other hand, quietly agreed with Dean like how old tradition said. Omegas should be seen but not heard. Sam always made himself known and had pride in what he believed, something Dean once thought was a bad thing but now, couldn’t help missing since Sam was usually right anyway.

Dean found himself longing for the debate partner he lost.

Since nothing was like how Dean planned it would go, he at least hoped fucking Castiel would be good. It had been a fantasy of his for years to get his cock into that tight hole and have the omega squeal his name as he came.

Turned out, Castiel didn’t make any noise, something Dean would usually beg for. But, he wanted to hear Castiel’s whimpers, hear the cries and moans that Dean knew would escape him. Dean wanted to see Castiel’s face flushed and in sheer ecstasy. But, none of that happened. Cas was quiet, only small grunts from every thrust. He also wasn’t very adventurous in bed like Sam was. Sam would try out anything, getting just as or more excited about whatever they were doing, making sex fun and different every time. With Cas though, it was sorta…boring.

Dean pulled out of Castiel before his knot came spitting out, noticeably smaller than any other knot Dean had made compared to when he was screwing Sam. He star-fished on the bed, waiting for his post-sex cuddle but Cas stayed on his side of the bed respectfully.

The alpha was miserable, to be frank. This isn’t at all what he wanted or who he wanted. He pulled out the necklace he wore around his neck, the wedding ring Sam had given back to him hanging on the silver chain. The aching in his chest grew and Dean felt like a part of him had been ripped out and never returned. It didn’t take long for Dean to figure out what he was feeling.

Dean found himself longing for Sam.

———

“I’m sorry Cas….I just…I cant…anymore…I’m sorry…”

“I understand.”

“You….do?”

“Yes, it is plain as day that you and Sam Campbell are meant for each other.”

Dean flushed, realizing that he was probably the only person who didn’t know.

———

Now that Dean had this new revelation, he had to find his mate. Sam was his and the guilt that had been piling on Dean grew with every moment he thought about the fight they had. Sam had looked so heartbroken and crushed, like the love of his life rejected him.

Dean thought back to all the times Sam stuck with him. Sam comforted him when he was upset, took care of him when he was sick, fed him and always made sure Dean was okay. He didn’t have to do that. Sam could’ve thrown the towel in so much earlier than he did because Dean was a major dick. But Sam stayed because he loved Dean.

And Dean loved Sam.

He loved those adorable dimpled grins that looked like sunshine. He loved his narrow waist and firm stomach. His broad shoulders that always help Dean carry the weight of the burdens he thrusts upon them. Sam always looks on the bright, optimistic side, helping Dean see there are good things in life. Sam’s hugs were the best, especially from behind because he could lean into his omegas arms and soak in the love he always freely gave.

Dean was deeply, madly in love with Sam Campbell and he threw it all away for an omega who did things by the book.

Dean needed to find Sam and tell him he was sorry. Hopefully, the omega would listen and take him back.

He searched all the usual places he knew Sam would be, like the library, the bookstore, the fountain in the middle of a huge garden and even the park. Sam loved nature and animals; Dean remembered from their first year married and how Sam would drag Dean to all the nature reserves, pointing out different birds and flowers. At that point, Dean thought maybe they would have a chance at a happy marriage. But then he met Castiel and everything flew to shit.

Dean sighed, about to walk out of the park to find somewhere else to look when he saw something—or rather someone—laying down across one of the benches. Dean made his way to the bench, picking up his pace as he realized who it was.

“Sam?” He called, finally reaching the bench. He knelt by the omega, frown deep on his face as he saw the shivering form. “How long have you been here?”

Sam, having heard the noise, woke up blinking at Dean. He jerked up, startled, eyes wide as he stared at his ex-husband. “Dean?”

“Hey, Sammy,” Dean muttered softly.

Sam was surprised; Dean hadn’t called him Sammy since their first year of marriage. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with Castiel?” He couldn’t keep the bitterness out of his voice.

Dean winced. “Aw Sammy. I’m so sorry babe.”

Sam didn’t look at Dean and instead rummaged through his bag. He started in surprise as something dangled in front of him. It was the wedding ring on the necklace.

“You kept it?”

Dean smiled at the awe in Sam’s voice.

“I never would have been able to throw it away.”

Sam was shocked into silence, eyes still on the wedding ring. Dean gently used his pointer finger to swipe Sam’s bangs from his eyes and behind his ear, easily making the movement tilt Sam’s chin up so they were eye to eye.

“I’m a stupid alpha,” He said softly.

“I could’ve told you that,” Sam teased wetly, eyes watering a bit. Dean snorted in amusement.

“I never looked right in front of me, never saw the most beautiful, smart, loving omega just waiting for me to see them. I never saw you and I am so sorry.” Dean pressed his nose against Sam’s cheek, breathing in the cinnamon and cream smell with a sigh of relief. “I love you, Sammy.”

Sam gasped, looking into Dean’s eyes for confirmation, to see if he truly meant it. The bond Dean had been blocking suddenly overflowed with emotion. Love poured through both of them as their soul intertwined. Dean looked at Sam with warm eye, leaning forward and gently kissing the soft chapped lips. Sam happily gave himself to Dean, the alpha making him feel strong.

Dean slipped the ring onto Sam’s finger, kissing his hand. Sam hiccupped, smiling brighter than ever. Dean gave Sam one last kiss, mumbling,

“Let’s go home.”

~Fin~

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Chapter 15: Lots of Fucks are being given

✗ Adrian ✗

Midterms fuckin suck, training fucking sucks, Midterms and doing training all at once fucking sucks ass and can blow me. Everything currently going on in my life fucking sucks major monkey balls and i just wanna sleep. Normal human life was going great till midterms came around, that and finals are always fucking stressful. Drakul life was shitty from constantly having my ass handed to me by a skimpy ass bouncy as fuck cocky Bunny girl and a giant gravity using skimpy brutal savage cat. The flying lizard was a eh kinda thing, we both fucking sucked and didnt know what we were doing.

Now Im locked in a fucking closet by a white haired boy with cat ears and tail that matched parading around in fucking shorty short hot pants and a fucking cleavage window as a jacket cape bull shit. “aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAH FUCK!!” i screamed and started beating rapidly on the door that was prohibiting me from leaving, “SOMEONE LET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!” I started pounding on the door with my boot and trying to get whatever was blocking the door away.

“Adrian?” A familiar deep male’s voice sounded muffled from the other side of the door, “Pup, where are you?”

“Dem!?” I shouted and pounded on the door, “Closet!! I was locked in the closet!!” i heard footsteps jog over to me and the sound of a chair moving out of the way, the lock clicked and the door was open. Seeing demyan looking concerned and confused in front of me. “Demyan!!” I bounced up and wrapped my arms around him, “i dont think ive ever been so happy to see you.”

“I know pup, who locked you in here?” He patted my back then pulled me away.

“Some fucking magical white haired shitty cat thats gonna get an ass kicking.” I pulled up my shirt and exposed my charm. “Hop to it, i bet the others are fighting too.” he stared at me with disbelief on his face, he kneeled down and took the little charm in his mouth. Black surrounding me and when i looked up to see Demyan again I knew my magical outfit was on. “You coming to help?”

“No, i’ll supervise if we need to step in we will.” Demyan said with his hand on his hip.

“Alright, thanks.” I patted his shoulder and ran for the window that the cat man brought me through and jumped out the window.

“Pup!!!” Demyan shouted behind me, “You can not fly or levitate yet!!”

“HAHA!” i started laughing after i blinked to a nearby rooftop, “YOU SAID YET!! SO I WILL LEARN TO FLOAT!?” I pointed over at him, “just you watch me get stronger bub!”

I turned back around and continued to blink in different directions until i found where all the others were.I saw Pendragon standing on the edge of a rooftop. Making my way over to him i stood behind him as he stood on the railing. “Sup bats.” he turned and looked down at me, his red scales on his tail and wings reflecting the sunlight beautifully.

“You know whats going on?” I asked,putting a hand on my hip.

“Nah, i dont think Takeshi or Tsuyoi caused this either.” I turned to look across the buildings, “and im assuming you just made it here so that leaves you out.”

“And you’re talkin like you didn’t cause this either, so who could it have been?” I hopped up on the railing beside him. “Could it have been Lycaon?”

“Him or someone else we haven’t met yet.” He hummed then stared back at me, “what took you so long?”

“I was locked literally in a closet in my human form.” I groaned and played with my now black hair. “My partner came and rescued me though.”

“Partner as in your Magicae Socius? Or like...Partner.” the second time he said partner it came out in a vaguely southern like accent and he had a toothy grin on his face.

“Demyan came and saved me.” I shoved him in the arm.

He chuckled lightly, “sorry sorry.” and rubbed his arm where i shoved him. “We should go and help though, chance to see what the heroes are like in our little story.” he pointed down at two males who looked like they were talking with each other. I narrowed down on a man with long white hair with matching cat ears and tail.

“Oooooohohoh.” I laughed wickedly and felt a smirk creep on my lips, “the kitten is mine.” I bumped Pendragon’s arm with my fist, “you get the other one.”

“Sounds good to me.” he spread his wings out wide and dived down before taking off towards the other rooftop.

Teleporting my way over to the duo, i blinked right above them and the cats ears flicked and he and his buddy moved out of my way. “There ya are ya fucking kitten,” I landed between the two of them, “I’ve been lookin’ for your ass.” i brought my hand up a bit, the ink ability i so call it swirling up from my hand and walked towards the cat. A sudden rock pillar of some sort came at me. Flinching a bit i blinked to avoid the impact trying to get the cat once again and he dodged.

You want me, come and get me.” he said and jumped off the building.

I looked up and shouted, “KEEP THIS ONE BUSY BUDDY!” i ran towards the edge that the cat boy jumped off of.

“GOT IT!” Pendragon’s voice rang from behind me but was still clearly audible because of the heightened strength to my hearing from being a bat. The sound of the other man yelling from shock came shortly after Pendragon’s voice.

The fight with the cat man, who called himself Snowfang, was going quite well from my perspective. Got a kiss from him and got him to turn red from flirting, thats always a plus side right? He did more physical damage to me nailing me in the stomach and almost making me fall flat on my face or ass with the ice being every-fucking-where. All seemed well, until the view of Snowfang’s body was no longer in my vision and it was filled with black. But it wasn’t the same feeling as when i blink myself away from something, it felt different, felt more like Demyan when he teleported us around.

“What the hell?!” I shouted before the black disappeared and i saw Takeshi, and Pendragon in front of me, both of them facing me. Tsuyoi had his back to us and standing a bit of a distance away from us. His head was down and his shoulders relaxed. Kenaz standing off to his side and talking softly to him.

“So you’re finally here now too.” Takeshi spoke, she sounded like she was in pain.

“You okay?” I asked and put a hand on her shoulder.

“Y-yeah, i just have a pounding headache.” She closed her eyes and put her hand on her head.

I put my arm around her shoulders and brought her in closer to me, letting her rest her head on my chest and rubbing her back. “Is Tsuyoi okay?” I looked over at him.

“He seemed confused in his own weird way, not like Takeshi here.” Pendragon turned to look over at Tsuyoi’s back, “I think something with his hero happened and it made him over think something?”

“And you?” Takeshi spoke softly as she turned to look at Pendragon.

“Im fine, i think Drakul and I came in late enough we didn’t have long of a fight.” he scratched his head, “plus my scales are kinda armor like so i dont take much damage.”

“So whats going on here?” I turned to look over at Demyan who was huddled with Lappin and Ryaikum.

“We were told to pull you from the fight, other heroes were coming to assist and we would have been outnumbered.” demyan sounded urked from how he was talking. He turned to look over at Kenaz who was walking toward us with Tsuyoi at his side. “Kenaz, could any of this have-” Demyan spoke and was cut off from Kenaz.

He hissed sharply and glared at Demyan, “I didn’t tell anyone anything, so dont put the blame on me or my cub.”

“But you did come from-” Ryaikum spoke and was cut off as well.

Kenaz let out a long loud hiss with the mixture of a growl, “Like i said, i didn’t tell anyone anything!” His ears were standing straight up and his tail was puffed out from how angry he was getting. “This was not my fault or Tsuyoi’s, we did nothing wrong.” he dropped his tail and his ears, still glaring, “if anything, we should assume that this mess was caused by someone who isn’t here.”

“The only person i know who isn’t here whos on our side is that werewolf kid, Lycaon.” I spoke still holding onto Takeshi. “Is there anyone else that could be a villain other than us five?”

Demyan spoke calmly, “we do not know, there could be.” He held his hand to his chin, “we do not all associate with each other, and that we have Kenaz here others are weary of him as well.”

“Why?” Pendragon spoke and Ryaikum walked over to him. “Did Ken do something wrong?”

The four of them were silent for a moment before Kenaz spoke with a defeated look and tone. “It does not concern you children.” He put a hand on Tsuyoi’s back, “we’re going home.”

“Tsuyoi, are you okay?” Pendragon asked and extended a hand and touched Aj’s arm gently.

He looked at Pendragon’s hand then up at his face, letting out a sigh, “yeah just...something happened and I’m just...thinking it over.” he rubbed the back of his head, “but Kenny and I should head home, everyone should rest up and tend to wounds given we dont have a healer.”

“Sounds good to me.” Lappin spoke and held his hands out to me for Takeshi. She wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder. “She seems to be in a lot of mental pain so i should take her home and let her sleep.” He rubbed her head gently, “inform me if anything happens.” he snapped his fingers and a swirl of wing wrapped around them and when it disappeared they were gone.

“Yes, please do inform me as well.” Kenaz spoke, “and if this was caused because of me, i am sorry and i will watch myself.” He held onto Aj, a faint Orange light around them and breaking apart into little firefly like lights and they were gone.

Pendragon sighed heavily, “I feel bad for those two.” He sounded just as upset about this whole thing, “we should have helped sooner.”

“We did what we could.” I put a hand on his shoulder, “they should be fine, right? They are level two.”

“Yeah but who ever did that to Takeshi must just be as strong if not stronger than she is.” he looked down at his feet, “and Tsu, he...seemed hurt and confused but in an emotional way.”

I blinked and stared at him. Pendragon was covered in cuts and bruises himself and yet he showed no signs of being in pain himself, he was only showing concern towards Takeshi and Tsuyoi. “You catch on to things fast and care a lot dont you? Even with you being hurt like that.”

He sighed a little with a chuckle mixed in, “I care more about friends then i do myself.” he smiled, “you good?”

“Yeah, i think i just got a bruise on my stomach from being kicked.” I patted his shoulder and then ruffled up his hair, “we should head out too, rest up Pen.”

“Thanks you too.” He smiled at me and hit me on my shoulder gently.

I walked over to Demyan and he put a hand on my arm. Waving to Pendragon, the black smoke wrapped around Demyan and I and we were closer to the school buildings. Demyan helped me detransfrom and we stood in an alley between buildings. Pulling out my phone, i texted Val back. “So, Demyan, any idea whats going?”

“No.” He mumbled and leaned back on the wall. “This was very sudden and has confused all of us.”

“Why do you think its Ken’s fault?” I continued to text Val back, “what did he do?”

“Kenaz is not like us.” He said flatly, “he use to be on the Hero side then came to our side, so many of do not trust him completely.”

“Do you trust him, you allow him to train with us.” I leaned against the wall beside him and pulled out my pack of cigarettes, lighting one and holding it in my mouth.

“I trust him more than others.” He tilted his head back and looked at the sky, “I do not allow him to train with you young ones, i am not the leader of the four of us.”

“So you guys just dont trust him cuz you think he’s a spy?” I took in a deep inhale and let it out, “Seems kinda shitty but logical.”

“How do you think it is a bad thing?” He turned to look at me. “It is valid we think that he is a spy.”

“Yeah but,” I paused looked at my feet, “you’re judging him by who he was or even is. Seems low of you guys.”

“We are not the good ones here, pup.” He mumbled and turned away from me.

“But you dont seem like complete bad guys.” I took in another inhale and let it out through my nose, “Like pendragon. He’s probably got his own dark issues, but he seems like a nice guy.” I turned my head to look over at him and he was looking at me. “See what i mean? Maybe its us whos not doing something right?”

“Hmm.” he hummed, “you could be right but we will talk about this another time.” he poofed into his little bat form and crawled into my pocket.

Dropping my cigarette on the ground and stepping on it. I walked to our building and up the stairs. When i got inside, i saw Val had been hurt, blaming it on the explosions that happened earlier with the fighting. He argued with me about the help and if he needed to go to the hospital. I got to help him patch up and had him let me hold a cold towel against his side. He eventually passed out on his bed with Aero on his stomach.

I sat on the edge of his bed staring at him. Brushing his bangs from his face, “I hope he’s not too hurt.” I looked over at Aero who meowed softly at me. “Mind if i help ya heal him?”i smiled down at her, she tilted her little head to the side and meowed once more. “I’ll take that as a yes.” I picked her up gently and put her to the side of Val. Running a hand down his side, i gave him kisses down his body and anywhere that had a cut or bruise. I looked over at Aero who blinked slowly at me and she crawled back onto his stomach,“Kisses always make things better, princess.” I rubbed her head and down her back and gave her a soft kiss on the head. “Take care of him.” I got up and brought his blankets over his legs.

Demyan sat on my dresser and squeaked at me. “Do i need to kiss you too?” I chuckled and rubbed his little head. He walked around in a circle on the top of the dresser and stopped. Leaning down i gave his little head a kiss and walked to the bathroom. Taking a quick warm shower. I checked my stomach and there was a minor but large bruise from Snowfang’s kick right above the chain that hung snug to my body. Running a hand over my stomach, i walked out and got dressed in a pair of loose sweatpants and crawled into bed. Plugging my earbuds in to my phone and turning some music on softly, sticking one bud in my ear. “You sleeping with me demyan?” I asked and looked at him. He flapped his wings and bounced over to my bed and crawled onto my pillow by my face. “Night little dude.”

Waking up the next morning, i ripped my earbuds from my head and looked over and Val wasn’t in his bed. Yawning and getting up, i walked to the living space and saw Val with his cat. Waving at them, i went to the bathroom cuz i had to fucking pee and i am not very social until after i pee then all is good in the morning.

I talked with Val for a bit before going back to the bedroom and getting on my bed and sitting against the wall with my laptop and having my headphones in. Val came into the room a bit after to change, and i quickly glanced up to see him change and watched him a bit before looking back down at my laptop. Demyan sitting on the bed beside me.

Demyan must have heard the door click shut because he poofed into his human form and sat on the bed beside me. “What are you working on?” He leaned down against my shoulder and looked at my screen, pulling my earbud out of my ear.

“Something for my photo class.” i mumbled. “Teacher wants us to write ideas down for what we wanna do for projects, or things we enjoy taking photos of.”

“And you can not write this?” he asked and played with a bit of my hair.

“My handwriting sucks.” i continued to mumble and work on my list.

Demyan picked his head up and looked out the window by my bed. He put a hand on my shoulder, “adrian, we have to go.” he sounded shocked.

“Huh?” I looked over at him and his amber eyes were wide and he was staring out the window, “why?” moving my laptop and trying to turn to look at what he saw.

“Just believe me, pup. We have to leave.” He crawled off the bed and ran for the front door.

“Woah woah mister you have to change!” I shoved my laptop onto my bed and got up, “plus im not dressed to go out.”

“Then get dressed then pup.” He hissed and snapped his fingers, black wrapping around him and he was wearing modern clothes. A loose white tshirt that showed a lot of his collarbone, Black skinny jeans over black sneakers. His ears were rounded like mine were as well. “Please hurry.” He sounded like he was really in a rush.

“Fine fine!” I grabbed a pair of fresh underwear, my own jeans that were torn, and through on a light zip up jacket and zipped it up enough that most of my chest was covered. Demyan jogged to the door and pulled it open, leaving me in the bedroom. “Aaaaaah!” I bounced and grabbed my phone, wallet, and keys. Grabbing a pair of shoes that was easy to pull on and headed out after demyan. When i was by the stairs Demyan was already mostly down them. “Demyan! Wait the fuck up!” I jogged down the stairs as fast and carefully as i could.

“We can not wait!” He yelled back at me and then stopped turning around and looking for something. “Your phone, can you contact Valentine?” He grabbed my shoulders when i reached him.

“Uh yeah, sure?” I pulled out my phone and clicked on the little red velvet cupcake that i had for Val’s contact picture and pressed call, holding the phone to my ear. It rang several times and i eventually just got his voice mail. “He didn’t answer….”

“Fuck!” Demyan hissed, “then we will look for them the old fashion way.” He let go of me and took off running.

“Wait, FUCKIN HOLD UP!!” I shouted and stuffed my phone back in my pocket.

I ran after Demyan. He was faster than i thought he would be. He was fit yeah and had long legs, but holy shit he’s fucking Fast as hell. I could barely keep up and he didn’t look like he had to catch his breath. He weaved gracefully around people and through a crowd. People would look back after Demyan ran past to see why he was running and would move out of the way for me to pass by as well. We ran around almost the whole campus before Demyan stopped to catch his breath. He stood straight and his chest rising and falling.

I made my way up next to him and put my hands on my knees, “holy shit...you’re fast.”

“Pup, please where do you think they went?” he panted and put a hand behind his head, fucking with his hair.

“We’re looking for Val?” I stood up and leaned back, with my hands on my lower back.

“Yes, and the woman he was with.” Demyan took in a sharp breath.

“Why do you care so much?” I asked and turned to look over at him.

He wasn’t even horribly sweaty, but he pulled his shirt up to touch his face and exposed his stomach. “Remember about the woman i told you about?” He asked and dropped his hand down, i nodded to him. “I think i saw someone who looked like her, and i must know.”

I hummed and pondered where Val could have taken this woman. “Hmmm, theres a lake here by the school, could have gone there.”

“Lead?” he raised his brow at me.

Groaning, i patted his shoulder and took off behind him. He followed shortly behind me and kept up a good pace to stay just behind me. When the lake came into view is when he touched my back and ran ahead of me at that stupid fast pace. He ran past me and weaved through some trees. I booked it and tried to keep up with him, and i did, and it meant me running square into his back and he didn’t flinch.

I backed off him and looked around him, seeing Val stare wide eyed between this woman and Demyan. The woman was really fucking beautiful and demyan staring at her seemed totally normal. I looked over at Val and he wordlessly motioned me to come with him. I walked towards val quietly and he put his hands on my back and pushed me away from them.

“We’re going to leave them be.” He giggled and we walked down on a graveled path that went around the lake.

“Uh, yeah okay.” I mumbled and looked back at the two of them, still staring at each other.

Val looked back with me as we walked, and he let out a soft giggle when the woman Tackled Demyan to the ground. He grabbed me by my arm and dragged me around to the other side of the lake where we could see them but not hear. When we made it over we both saw that they were kissing and Val made me look away, saying things like it was rude to watch them.

“So she a friend of yours?” I asked, plopping down on the grass and pulling Valentine down with me.

He sat down close behind me, “Yeah she’s one of my best friends.” he had a stupid happy smile on her face.

“Hmm, and that cat anklet?” I asked and looked at his legs.

“She gave it to me as a friendship thing.” he smiled happily at me, “and that man, hes?”

“My friend that i dont get to hang out with often. Just happened to meet up with him soon after you left.” I put my my cheek in my hand.

“And why did you run here?” He chuckled and held his feet in butterfly position.

“He’s crazy.” I said flatly.

“Thats it?” Val giggled.

“Yep.” I turned to face him with a stupid toothy grin. “I wonder what they’re talking about.”

⧫--Demyan--⧫

Adrian and Valentine decided to give Aerowen and I our space. I stared at her wordlessly. She was missing her white cat ears and her fluffy white tail, dressed in modern clothing, similar to myself but she looked more put together in her capri blue jeans, purple crop top that showed too much of her stomach and framed her chest in a….lack of better words highly pleasant way, blue jean crop jacket that hid some of her torso, and black flats. She looked just as beautiful with this look as the day i first met her. No matter her form, no matter what she wore, she was still devine looking stood out so much with the long white hair that showed her yellow eyes like they were jewels.

“Ah, excuse me princess.” I mumbled and bowed my head to her, “I should not be staring at you in such a way.” I looked down at my feet and avoided eye contact with her.

“Demyan, stand up please. I never want you to bow to me.” she spoke softly and i heard her feet walking towards me. Her black flats came into my view.

Slowly picking my head up to look at her, when I meet her eyes she had a large smile on her face and her arms were outstretched towards me on each side of my head.She jumped up and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Ah, Princess!” I quickly wrapped my arms around her but her sudden jump and her weight coming at me caused me to fall backwards in the grass. Her chest was pressed closely to mine, her body laying ontop of me with her legs between mine. She had her face buried in the swoop of my neck before picking her head up to look at me with the same smile on her face. It was such a soft smile, her lips shining from the little bit of gloss she had on. Her eyes shined just as her lips did, she looked so happy….and so beautiful. “Oh, my princess.” I took my hands off her waist and put a hand on each side of her face, cupping her cheeks in my hands, “I have missed you so much.”

She let out a soft chuckle, “I’ve missed you too. I’ve missed you so so much.” she spoke sweetly, words sounding like silk. Her eyes softened and tears started to form at the outer corners.

Taking my thumb, i brushed her tears away before they rolled down her cheek. “My dear, please do not cry.” I smiled softly up at her, “I never wish to be a reason that you cry.” i tucked some of her long beautiful white hair behind her ear.

I patted her back and propped up on my elbows. She ran a hand over her eyes quickly before sitting up and resting on her knees between my legs, removing her plush chest from mine. Sitting up onto my bottom, i ran a hand through my hair and removed any grass shavings from the back of my hair. Aerowen chuckled softly in front of me. I scooted my body closer to her, bringing my knees up as if they were walls to keep Aerowen in place. She stared at me with soft eyes and a smile on her face. I took her face in my hands once more, she nuzzled her cheek in my hand briefly and looking up at me. I gently put my forehead to hers. Her eyes half lidded as she brought her chin up ever so slightly. I let out a shaky exhale, my bottom lip trembling a bit. Aerowen wrapped her arms around my neck her hand lacing up into my hair, pulling me down closer to her. Smiling lightly, i closed my eyes and closed the gap between us. Her soft lips pressed to mine, i pulled away slightly opening my mouth just a bit to have Aerowen’s lips capturing mine again and her tongue slipping into my mouth. Leaning into her kiss, i kissed her back passionately getting the same response from her. Her arms wrapping around my neck more, pressing our bodies together.She had a soft purr rumbling in her throat, humming softly as well.

Pulling away from her to breath by a bit, she leaned back closer to me. Chuckling softly, i put a finger gently against her soft plump wet lips, “Princess, as much as i have longed to do that, i must breath.”

She eyed me before giggling softly and leaned away from me, “How long have you been on earth? Where did you end up going after we were ripped away from each other?”

“I have not been here long, i have not kept track of the time to be honest.” I ran a hand through her hair. “After we were forced to part, i was being kept under watch. I was not allowed to leave the school grounds much if at all.” I butt my forehead to hers again. “My kingdom...believed i was betraying them, and i was leaking our secrets to you.” leaning away from her and cupping her face in my hands again, “Princess, what are you doing here? Your father he would never allow this.”

She looked down at the ground between us then up at me, putting her hands on my wrists, “I know he didn’t allow this, I’m sure he knows by now. But, I didn’t want to be stuck at school and I didn’t be forced back home. I was offered to come here and find a partner because of my high standings in the school so I took it.” she spoke firmly and the determination in her eyes burned brightly.

“But...princess...this is dangerous work.” I spoke softly taking my hands off her face and holding both of her hands between mine and bringing our hands to my lips. “I wish not to know you are risking your well being.” I put my forehead on her closed hands. “Especially if i were to be the one who was behind you getting hurt.”

“Demyan.” She spoke softly and her hands left mine to touch my face. “I will be fine, i found a strong partner.”

Those words are when a sudden thought hit me. I looked up at her with wide eyes, then pain hitting me in the heart. “My princess.” I held her hand in mine once more, “was your partner the same man who I found you with?”

She stared me deep in the eyes, her gaze being fierce and strong. It would make any other man quiver under her and bow. “It was yes, he may seem like he doesn’t know what he’s doing, but when it comes to protecting me there’s something that boils up in him that makes him stronger then others can imagine. He left me with you because he trusts you enough with me. But I know he’s watching.” she spoke sweetly and firmly at once.

Staring back at her with wide eyes, softening up by a bit. I chuckled to myself and leaned forward, placing my forehead on her shoulder, far to close to her chest that would upset anyone if they were to see. “Princess, you are in love with a fool of a man.”

“Excuse me?” She put her hands on my back, feeling like she dusted some grass off. “How so.”

“Because the man you saw me with, is my pup.” I wrapped my arms around her waist before turning my head and putting my face in the swoop of her neck. “And we have been together for so long now...and it has yet to hit me that when i heard that man call a white cat Aero it never dawned on me that that same cat would be the woman i love.”

She picked up my head with her hands, “Well, if they figure it out then they figure it out. Yes your pup is rough around the edges, but there’s a soft side to him that is being brought out by my kitten.” She giggled softly and ran her fingers through my bangs and pushing them back out of my face, “Who ever said I wanted a stuck up good boy anyways?”

Chuckling to myself slightly and putting my hand on my face, “Princess.” I let out a loud exhale and grabbed her by her waist and pulled her in close to me, her chest pressed to mine once again, and fell back onto my back once more, “You are too much for such a simple man like myself.” I smiled up at her, her white hair falling off her shoulders and draping both of our faces.

She laughed happily before moving her hair back and raising her brow at me, “Also, question, I haven’t seen my cousin Kenny in a while, you haven’t by any chance know where he is do you?”

“Princess, i do know where he has been.” I picked up a piece of her hair and brought it to my lips, “but i do not know if i wish to tell you, aside from that he is fine.”

She purred low and loud, “If you tell me I’ll give you a special wake up when they boys leave the apartment.” she had a wicked smile on her lips as she lowered her weight completely ontop of me and had a hand up to rest her cheek on.

Eyeing her, “My princess, i am a gentleman and you know this.” I put my hands behind my head and smirked at her, “I do not think your persuasion will work on me.”

She placed her lips on mine, kissing me softly, “Oh my love, I know where he is. I can tell who he is from a mile a way.” she touched the tip of her nose to mine, “He’s with someone I trust very much. as much as he torments her and he doesn’t know it.”

“Hmmm.” i hummed softly and put a hand on the back of her head and tilted my head to the side bringing her down closer. Kissing her once more, our lips parted and playing with each others tongue. “But can i trust you with him Princess?” I asked still smirking, “or must i distract you and keep you from him?” i leaned up to continue kissing her.

“You can trust him with me. He has strong senses. Even with him just watching us, he’s watching the area around us. He’s willing to expose himself to your pup if it means protecting

me. But I’m more than happy to be distracted by you.” she pulled away from me and brushed her thumb over my lips and removed some gloss that transfer over. “He is my ice prince and your pup has melted a part of his heart.”

“Oh but princess, if anyone knew of our relationship, everyone would know that i would never hurt you or cause anything to hurt you.” I brushed my hand over her cheek. “But, if we could, i would give all of me to keep you distracted in the best of ways.”

“And when that day comes, I’ll gladly take that distraction.” she propped herself off of me and turned and looked across the lake. Following her gaze i looked to see Adrian and Valentine talking and looking over at us, “How long with them do you think until they figure it out? Wanna take bets?” there was a hint of mischief in her voice, when i turned to look at her she had a wicked smile on her lips.

“Hmmm,” I hummed and thought, “princess this is not an activity you should partake in. but i think they will figure out soon.” I moved my body to slide out from under her and stood up, offering her my hand and helping her up.

“How long, you have to be specific my love?” She wrapped her hands around my waist and looked up at me.

“What are you willing to bet my princess?” I took her jacket in my hands and fixed it so it didn’t expose too much of her chest, to myself or anyone honestly, and fixing her hair so it laid neatly after our tumble.

She tapped her finger on her lip, “I”m willing to bet spending an entire day with you without Val, also allowing you to spend a day with my kitten as well. If that counts for a bet. If you would like me to bet something else I can do that.” she smiled up at me sweetly.

“Then i will bet my body.” i held her chin lightly and smiled, leaning down to whisper in her ear, “No rules applied, just you deciding what you want to do with me.” I kissed her cheek and pulled away from her, her face now coated with a soft pink blush and her eyes wide.

Her eyes narrowed and her smile spread on her lips as she stood on her toes and pressed close to me, bringing my head down so she could whisper, “Then it’s a deal my dark prince.”

Shivering at her whisper, i put my hands around her waist and pressed my lips to her neck. “Are we allowed to cheat and interfere?”

“Do you want me to lose that fast?” she chuckled happily and had her hand up to her mouth.

“No, in all honesty princess.” I kissed her jaw then behind her ear, “I wish to lose just that quickly.” I cupped the other side of her face and kissed her cheek, “I know that i just called myself a gentleman, but every man breaks eventually my dear.”

“So how long are you going to bet? I’m going to bet at least two weeks.” her face was slightly warmer from a small blush and she held her composure well.

“I will go with a month.” I turned to look over in their direction. “Hmm, yes, i’ll stand by that.”

“Then its a deal.” she smiled and held her hand out to me. “Lets shake on it.”

“But can we not seal the deal with a kiss?” I asked and tilted my head to the side, staring at her lips and glancing down just a bit at her chest before looking up.

She sighed lightly and shook her head “We can seal our deal with a kiss yes.” she brought her head up to look at me.

Taking that moment to my advantage, i pressed my lips to hers and kissed her passionately. She opened her mouth first and let me slip my tongue in her mouth. Putting my hands on her sides i held her close. We parted our kiss briefly just so we could move our heads to a different direction and continue the kiss from where we left off. Aerowen’s hands grabbed onto the front of my shirt as she smiled into our kiss. Putting my hands on her stomach, i pulled away from her and ended our kiss there.

Looking down at my feet then back up at her face through my black messy bangs, “My princess, i could kiss you endlessly.” licking my lips and tasting the lip gloss that was barely visible on her lips now after all of our kissing.

She tried to lean in back towards me and i kept her away just a little, she pouted a bit before smiling “If both of us are wrong, we share a kiss every day for the next month and I get to heal your boy whenever he comes home injured.”

“I will agree on the kissing, now as to healing my pup then that is up to him.” I chuckled lightly, “he is greatly disturbed by how you do that and i do not think he likes it much.”

“Well, I’m glad you approve half of it, because if you did or didnt, it didnt matter.” she smiled wickedly, “because i was going to heal your boy anyways no matter who told me yes or no.”

“That sounds very much like you, princess.” i played with her hair lightly.

“Can you start calling me by my name, demyan?” she softened her smile, “it feels so formal when you call me Princess all the time.”

Staring at her with wide eyes for a second, i smiled softly and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Even if you were not an actual princess, I would still call you my princess.” I turned my head ever so slightly and whispered, “or shall i call you my goddess now? You are so divine and beautiful, it would be easy for you to be one.”

“They day you call me Aero will be the day that no one will ever be able to pull me away from you. That’s the day where I will protect you with my honor and life.” she ran a hand under my chin and walked around me, after catching my eye and winking at me. I quickly turned around to try and grab her and she spun around just out of my grip. “You should go grab your pup and get back home.” she purred.

“And you?” I tried to grab her once more and she got out of my reach.

“I’ll grab my little kitten and we will finish what we had planned.” she smiled and walked back up to me. Putting her hands on my chest and dragging them down to my hips and she played with the top of my pants. “You look nice in tight pants too.”

“Thank you, princess.” i brought her hand up and kissed the back of her hand, “you look beautiful in everything.” dropping her hand i turned to look and see Adrian and val were still on the other side of the lake. Letting out a loud sharp whistle to get Adrian’s attention, he snapped his head and looked over at us. I waved for him to come this way. “I will see you later, my dear.”

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My phone vibrated in my pocket, pulling my phone out i got a text from Aj. ‘Dinner at our place on saturday sound aight?’

I showed my phone to Val, “sound good to you?”

“Yeah!” he smiled up at me, “should be fun!”

“I hope so.” I chuckled and replied back to Aj. A sharp loud whistle hit my ears just as i finished texting Aj back. Looking up i saw Demyan waving at us to come over. “Cmon, lets go.” I got up and dusted my ass off, waiting for Val to get up too.

We both walked over to Demyan and the pretty woman. Demyan put a hand on my back and dragged me off. “See ya later cupcake.” I held up a peace sign behind me for Val to see as we walked away. The walk back to the dorm was silent between us until we got inside and to the bedroom.

“Soooo?” I asked and flopped down on the bed.

“Hm?” Demyan turned and looked at me, snapping his fingers and poofing into his usual human form. Black puff pants with his crop top jacket thing and his pointed ears.

“Did it go well?” I grinned stupidly up at him. “You seemed to be kissing a lot.”

“It did, it went very well.” He blushed a little, “thank you for coming with me.”

“No problem, just next time lets go a little slower, your fast as fuck.” I fell onto my back on the bed and kicked my shoes off.

“Actually, you will be training more for that reason.” he smiled wickedly, “you have no stamina in you, so on your break you will be working on that.”

“Excuse me?!” I popped up, “cant i have this week off?”

“No.” he sad flatly and held his smirk on his face.

“Fuck you.” I held my middle finger up and fell back on my bed. “Fine, only if its worth it.”

“It will.” he hummed happily, “I will give you an upgrade if you get stronger.” He walked between my legs and leaned over me, his hands on either side of my body, staring down at me with those intense amber eyes and his black messy hair hanging down. “Sounds fun does it not?”

I started up at him smirked, “Oh fuck yeah.”

#Adrian Howell #Valentine Hicks #Demyan #Aerowen #Magical boys/girl

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