#hoping I captured waffles' head empty no thoughts stare

[stonesandfeathersangsty]

Stay here in the shade

In this world we made

Don't stray out from the canopy

Safe 'neath the Willow Tree

-Lyrics from Willow by The Arcadian Wild (pretty fitting, huh?)

Drawing Huntlow to cope with some stress, they just make me really happy <3

I've been thinking of opening commissions, so would anybody be interested in a piece like this? Sketchy lineart, basic background, fully colored and shaded! Let me know! :D

[muffindaddystyles]

KISMETS (Part 2)

Harry Styles x fem!reader.

Slow burn, platonic love and bunch of affection.

Fluff! Smut! Smut!

Frenemies to lovers, dad!Harry, Bestfriend!Harry.

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST PART ONE PART 3

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth.

Or

Y/N's carrying Harry's babies and is trying not be angry at him for pulling her into all of this with him.

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Red's everywhere. It makes her pout. Everyone have someone to celebrate the day but she's the only one giving careless ears to Niall who's sitting opposite from her in the crispy lilac heart booth, "Mean ye' fought again with him?" He stirs the mango bobas in his drink wiggling his brows at her to fill him with some tea. She gasps full of drama and surprises, "What d'ya mean 'again? D'ya think 'm this crackhead that rips people in two for no-reason?" She whispers the last part when a waitress passed by them.

"No. Pet what 'm sayin' is --- you're too, feisty with Harry." He chuckles leaning to meet her betrayed gaze, "Did he bribe you with new golf stick? You've switched sides." She juts her bottom lip wet from pink marmalade drink and startles in her spot when Niall cackled ever so loud at her silliness.

"I just tol' him to go through Chessie marathon somewhere else than my home." Harry was at her flat as always. She was making red velvet strawberry flavoured muffins for the moment ( promised not to give it to Harry — "even if he'll beg") and then she fulfilled her promise when she saw him going through his pictures together with Chessie. The jealous little Y/N jumped out from her polite skin and she just tinsy bit mocked him, "I'd never look back at the person who'd have left me and my children. . ." That broke a mighty bit argument between the two idiots. How they're gonna take care of two babies when they themselves need a person to put them away from eachother?

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth. Sighing he grabs Y/N's hand knocking some sense into mama bear gently and making her nod with the each advice, "'s valentine's day 'course he misses her. His wounds are fresh they need ointment babe -- You've always been so good with him, what's the matter now?"

She circles her fingers round eachother. Sucking her lip harshly and not meeting Niall's intense stare, "Turns me mad that 'cos of one person we're here now." She mumbles caressing the belly button protruding from the flimsy fabric of her oversized hoodie.

"It's the fate, pet. Always tol' me how much you liked kids." She shakes her head in denial. "Not in this situation where 'm lost and doesn't know how it'll work out — " He cuts her off with concern.

"Talked to Harry bout it?" When she again denies he asks, "What you're gonna do about it then?"

"Dunno. Share?" She's new to all of this. What did she actually mean was that they could do it like how divorce parents do it, maybe? Doesn't know how Harry wants to handle the situation just leading a blind eye with him. Hasn't even considered getting ready for the life that'll come along with them.

"They're babies not a packet of crisps, Y/N!." He burst into giggles and she huffs slumping against the foggy window, "Pain in arse you're." She scoffs that pout still intact the whole time while Niall keeps on giggling finding it too funny.

. . .

Walking from the elevator to her flat's door seems like hiking a mountain for her and cherry ontop that the stares she gets from her neighbours is full of judgments. It makes her want to hide underneath her blankets and never pop her head out. Her brows coming together in wonder at the sight of small wood basket at her doorsteps.

"Oh my god don't tell me someone left a baby at my doorsteps, Hello!!!??" She spins here and there but finds no-one but empty hallways when a feeble sound coming from inside it almost made her tumble on her bum. The last thing she wants is not another baby. With a grunty noise she ducks down to lift the basket supporting it at her belly and unlocking the door while trying to squint inside it.

When she throws the lid away a fuzzy little grey creature with big mossy eyes was pawing in air needy for attention, a red choker with heart in centre around her lil neck. It almost brought her to tears. Blame her being extremely emotional these days.

"Awww. Hi!" She fawns picking it up from armpits inspecting the miracle kitten that's here outta no where. A crumpled note laying in the basket with a bunch of colourful disoriented flowers.

"'M sorry fo' throwin' a tantrum and leavin' all fussy. This's oreo. I want her to grow along my kids! Also forgive mee plssssss?"

She giggles throwing her head back snuggling oreo against her throat as she meowed adorably sweet, "Daddy's such a daft ehh?" She says in between breaths petting the new addition to her loved ones.

The first thing she does is call him and he picks on the very ring as if anticipating for it, "Come back home you fool." His smile was infectious as he taps his feet in his car a lil over joyed at the thought.

"So generous." Running upstairs as he used to in oast with anticipation to spill the tea of his day to her in any hour of the day. The door was already open, them standing at the either boundary line of flat. His first priority's always to shower his babies in evermost affection. Falls to his knees smushing his face to her belly quenching outta a ribs aching laugh from her as he caress his cheeks against the soft side of her womb murmuring things that's a secret between him and his babies.

"Hey Angels!" He greets them patching a loving tight kiss atop her belly button that tickles her softly, stands up and meets her teary gaze from laughing with much serenity it knocks breath from her, "Hi mama angel." His whisper fuses against her skin while kissing her cheek.

"Hi. ." She inhales in his woodish vanilla scent. Preventing from melting into his arms she pulls him back from shoulders grinning at him, "Let's ruin valentines watchin' Anne Hathaway's romcom." He tuts instead leading her with him to the sofa.

"Can't be better than that –— let me pop in some popcorns real quick."

. . .

The yellow carpeted floor's littered with candy wrappers, packets of half folded crisps, peach sodas and an empty bowl of popcorns. Oreo snoozing in her basket. They're on their fourth romcom. Her legs in his lap. His's on coffee table. He chuckles everytime she takes almost three minutes to be in a comfortable position, ushering her to sit up so he could put cushions under her.

"Are you craving nama chocolates?" She eyes him nipping at her blanket trying to snuggle closer to him. He runs his thumb at her shoulder blade in soothing circles peering down at her, "'m not pregnant. ye're moppet. havin' a sweet tooth?" When she nods sheepishly he shakes his head quickly hoping on his feet.

"Don't be shy --- dunno where ye' got this giddiness from, 'm your bestie. Gotta tell me yeah? Lemme grab me jacket." He grabs her from wrists helping her up and goes to her wardrobe to get her fist gloves, beanie and warm slippers.

When hears her huffing and puffing grunty-ly his head perks up with brows furrowed, "What's it babe?" He pads towards her and when she turns for him to have a look the zip of her jacket bursts open all the way to end revealing her bump.

She pouts sadly, "Nothin' fits me anymore." He just smiles adorning the same puppy look in his eyes as her's to light up the tension.

"I'll buy ye' new. Those cute maternity clothes, ehh?" Shimmies down the clothing from her shoulders, "oi you don't have to!" She retorts and he bobs his head taking his own puffer jacket off to wrap it round her small body.

"Yes I do." He mumbles zipping her all the way up warm and squishy in his jacket three sizes larger than her. Pulls her hair out and cups the nape of her neck with his calloused soft palm bringing her closer to feather a delicate kiss to her temple, ". . .deserves more than just clothes — deserves the world always gonna be thankful to ye, pet." She gulps the cobweb of silence down her throat fiddling with the hem of his sweater.

"What you'll wear? 'S cold." He gives her an elfin grin flaring a baby pink knitted cardigan he sneaked from her wardrobe, "Harry!" She squeals with a giggle, "You're gonna look like grann Matlinda."

"Ehm. 'etter not forget to send her a picture when 'm matchin' with her." He quips snapping his fingers.

. . .

They walk over the glittery layer of slushie snow and Harry walks infront of her two steps at a time capturing pictures of her as she prowls carefully trying to move the hood away from blocking her vision, "Ye'r walkin' like a penguin -- cutie!" He giggles with each echo of flash.

"Look who's saying an otter himself!" She mimics him and he blushes under the mellowness of street lamp. They're champs at pulling eachother's legs.

"It's soooooo slippery." She complains wiggling her fingers from under the sleeve, "Grab me hand 'n don't leave it kay?" He smiles like advising a three year old who's afraid of crowds in a market. His grip warm and safe for her.

. . .

"Aish. gimme gimme!" She gets all jumpy on her toes when Harry comes out of the shop with a box of chocolates and two sticks. "'Ey greedy pup." He chuckles booping her button nose opening the silky lid of box revealing the velvety delcious chocolates. He picks the stick up taking a piece of chocolate with it and hovering it over her little mouth. Scrunching his nose at how adorable she gets the moment she chews it.

"Hmm. 'S so soft!" She gulps wetting her cold lip getting all butterfly feeling when she catches him gazing down at her as if she hung the moon and saturns. Raises her brow for an inquiry if he's okay tugging him closer with a gentle clutch to his cardigan.

Their surroundings turning into ice crystals of blur carelessness, the noises of glimmering lights into lulls of whisper and their bodies cocooning into snuggly blanket when Harry's fingertips fluttered tenderly against her cheeks glueing her at the spot. Leans in to press his lips softly to her plush sweet ones in a heartwarming caring kiss that flooded her veins with warmth and made her brain mushy unable to think.

"Yours are softer lil penguin." He murmurs stroking the corner of her mouth and smirks when she squeaks a thank you in return.

"Such a cutie." He cooes squishing her blushed cheeks and kissing each of them with loud wet noise till she pushed him away wiping his wetness with a pout. "'M highly offended pet ya never used to wipe me kisses away."

She shuts him up by stuffing a chocolate in his mouth. Walking back home with his arms wrapped around her protectively as he comes up with silly jokes whole way.

. . .

Everything reminds her of him. That fuzz of kitten. The empty box of chocolate. Couldn't even focus on the work she's doing on her laptop. It's just that gooey feeling never left ---- now it has gotten stronger with it's mushk when Harry kissed her under that beautiful sky of wintery lilacs. If he's playing with her feelings he better not cause she'll break him in two in that case.

He was out shopping clothes for her when she texted him if he'll like to eat roasted chicken she made for lunch. The mere thought of him caring for her brings her to tears because before him nobody was there except only him that knew her from the depths of her heart.

"You look pretty. . ." She finds typing hard while laughing this loud as Harry sent her mirror pictures of him trying the maternity clothes himself that he's supposed to buy for her, "Thought a visual representation will be good idea ;)" He shrugs typing back with a grin standing bottom naked in the changing room getting a rolling eye emoji in return.

She yawns putting her phone aside when Harry got busy into his hunt for nice warm clothes for her. Something wasn't fine today. She's been changing sides for an hour now and she couldn't sleep. Her shoulders twitching with each blink of eye and when she finally slips into a light conscious sleep a bone rattling pain shoots through her whole damn body. She jolts from the state of haze and tries to sit up when another zap of pain makes her feel limbless. A feeble grunt of helping cry fizzes out of her when she feels a cramp at the bottom of her spine.

In her panicked state she fumbles for her phone dialing the first emergency number doesn't give him a chance to speak before she's yelling into receiver out of anxiousness, "Harry somethin' not right! — 'm m havin' these contractions —--" He's been out dining with Niall and shoots from his seat the minute her worried voice reached his ear.

"It's okay, lovie. yeah? 'M comin' take deep breaths how we practiced —-- I'll be there in a mo'." He assures her in his softest most pacific rasp but she shakes her head vigorously tears brimming in her sleepy eyes. Oreo tries to comfort her by sitting in her lap and rubbing her crown against her tummy.

"They aren't supposed to come this early . . . fo' fucks sake haven't even started my third trimester!" Harry doesn't know what to do except of consoling her and fidgeting around as Niall drives the car with same expressions of anxiousness and panic as Harry.

"Oh . . It's gone." She frowns in confusion able to sit now and it takes a little of burden away from Harry. He listens to the rustling going on her side jumping on his bum almost screaming into phone, "Stay where you're don' move!"

"Oh my god. They're back I'm not ready for this . . I'm not ready for this Harry." She cries and Harry even leaves Niall behind squeezing into the elevator fingers crossed at his back.

"'M here. Call our midwife can ye' do that fo' me, puppy?" She sniffs nodding to herself. Calling their assisted midwife with shaky fingers and tries to breath looking up at the ceiling.

In the meantime Harry's barging through the door pacing towards her in hurries steps. His face pale that if he has seen a ghost. She tries to saturate the distance between them knowing at this moment how much she wants him in her life.

He sits her back carefully crouches down and wipes her tears away, "'m so scared . ." She whispers squeezing his biceps and her phone's still ringing atop the sheets, "Don't be baby. Ye' have me — 'm not leavin' yer side."

He massages the dimples of her spine and runs warm hands at her sides to calm her down when their midwife picks up their call, "Hi. Is everything okay?"

"No Y/N's havin' these light contractions 'n 's not even the time of her labour." There's a pause from her side and Y/N bolts a worried glance at Harry in return he cradles her cheek to assure her.

"Oh . . that's nothin' to worry bout Mr. Styles. Those're some mild braxton hicks she might have mistaken with labour contractions." They both takes a sigh of relief but the little tick of pain keeps on coming and subsiding.

"They start at the beginning of third trimester, Y/N are you still getting 'em?" She asks her and Y/N clears her throat tugging the sheet beside her.

"Yes but less painful. Is that okay though?"

"Completely okay. Harry rest her against the headboard and push her knees upto her chest they'll be gone in a snap." He nods at her instructions helping Y/N lean against the headboard of bed gently and scooting between her thighs to do as she told.

"Better?" He whispers glancing up at her while wrapping his hands around her bended calves and pushing it slowly against her front, the move relaxing her pelvic muscles. Her head lulls at her shoulders from the effect and she hums from throat making Harry choke on his own spit.

He dares not to drift his gaze from her rigid features which are loosing it's tightness seconds after. Their breaths erratic from the humidity of sexual tension in the room when Y/N gets back to normal diverting her all attention to Harry who has his head tucked between her fleshy thighs. A blush creeping at her flushed cheeks and Harry gives her a flustered chuckle kissing the top of her knee to answer back Miss. Dori who's been asking how's Y/N.

"Stay hydrated and don't forget to take your vitamins." Saying this she ends the call. Y/N takes a huge sigh of relief spreading her legs back and Harry squeezes her ankles, "When was the last time you had a glass water?"

"Two hours ago." He rolls his eyes. "Supposed to be drinkin' every hour . . dehydration's s' unhealthy fo' you pet." He leaves the bed meandering through her wardrobe taking out a bag with Oreo in his armpit.

"What're you doing?" She gasps with wide eyes looking back at Niall who's still standing at the doorframe. God. It's so embarrassing he had to watch all of that. Now, he'll never not stop teasing her about it.

"Packin' 'cos ye're stayin' with me. No protests." Like she was going to. She loves to stay at his house. His guest room's mattress is such a royalty to sleep at.

. . .

When he tucks her under the layers of blanket she decides it's still not warm enough and grabs at his wrist when he was about to leave, "Can we cuddle please?" His lips quirks up with happiness and he crawls to the empty side of bed still letting her hold onto him. Slipping beside her to canoodle her cosily against his front nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck with "mhmpm." sounds of exhaustion.

"Anytime." Her eyelids slip shutting from the comfort he brings along with him, "ye' okay now?" His lips leaves it's sparkle at her skin as he mumbles spooning her from behind and spreads his palm wide atop her belly protectively. She nods cuddling into his bicep kissing the inside of his elbow and slips into darkness just with the song of his breath.

"Good night Angel."

. . .

She wakes up to the ruckus going outside and gurgling stomach from hunger. Pinches the blanket around her head and waddles outside yawning her way. Harry making brekkie in the kitchen, a grinder running, and waffles sizzling as he himself is moving around like Remy the Rat in ratatouille. His muscles stretching out with each haste motion and it made her tummy stir. She's been trying not be horny but it proves to be the hardest task when he's always around being that charming and alluring.

"Pet!" He grins spinning with a VR camera in his hand that makes her giggle, "What you're doing?" She giggles trying to hike up the stool.

"Recording the days with our babies until it's labour." Immediately he's at her side helping her sit up putting the camera at the counter and Y/N waves at it adorably voice low and sleepy, "Hi babies it's me your mommy." It catches Harry off guard. His heart shaped mouth baubles into awed expression as he blinks the shock away from his vision looking down at her.

"What happened?" She asks him in concern but he shakes his head pecking her hair and handing her the camera to go back to prepare brekkie — moreso to recover from the happy surprise of her acceptance or he might scream into these four walls.

He's got a heart of gold. Pure from the selfish intentions and full of love. He thinks he's an utter dimwit for neglecting his feelings for his own fucking bestfriend and finding love into places that were never meant for him. Now, he can't think of someone else as the mother of his children except her.

He smiles wet-ly to himself. Waterline stinging from the sweet epiphany that they're really gonna be parents. Together. That she's his person. Who never left his side. Fulfilled his dream of becoming of a dad when his own girlfriend backed out cowardly. What did he do to get her written in his fate?

"Would we get to eat in this hour of day Chef?" She quips elbow perched on the counter and chin resting in her palm. We. It makes his insides melt into squish of adoration and love for her, "Sorry! I know ye're hungry." He pouts apologetically putting the plates and a glass of smoothie infront of her tucking a napkin into her crew neck.

"I don't need that, pet!!" She laughs squeezing his thigh to refrain from falling -- for the fact she's the most clumsy person Harry knows, "look cute 's just all." He giggles back pulling his bottom lip that she has done a great job of flustering him this early in the morning — gonna be like that the whole darn day with the her words swimming in his mind hi babies it's me your mommy ——

"Hmm. It's so yummy!" She gives him a thumbs up leaning down to sponge a kiss to his cheek and his dimple milks against her lips from the shyness. He scrunches his nose as a cover up from blushieness else he might burst into lil confetti, "yeah?" His irirses twinkles impishly as he gave her an eskimo kiss.

They're so domestically in love. It's cute. Does thingies without knowing they've rocketed past the intense levels of intimacy.

When she whines at the end refusing to drink the green smoothie it's where he went all stern and daddy-ish with her. Pulling her into his lap, holding her wrists with his nimble finger and placing the rim of the glass at her lips encouraging her to drink, "I might puke." She tells him in a warning.

"Okay after drinking this." He declares not caring if she wrenches at him quiping with a pinch of brows petting her back.

"You're sucha meanie bro!" Bestfriend shit. More like lovers shit.

. . .

Blank staring is useless as fuck and mind tiring even if it's done sitting in the comfiest corner of sofa to get a watch of some piece of furniture, toys and clothes that litreally just belongs to little humans that are resting in her womb. There's this nice lady that Harry gave away all of this things to because she's having her third child and couldn't be able to afford this stuff for her baby, at the moment she's here to shift it.

"You don't have to --- I don't care. It's just some stuff you guys bought together." She had told him before he sat on the decision and once he makes up his mind nobody can make him act otherwise.

"Nope. Bought things fo' me babies by the choice of a person who wasn't even their mother in the first place, never deserved to be —-- would never be. We'll do everything from scratch . . ." His words held venom and hatred for her unlike the usual sadness and betrayal they carried weeks ago as he wrapped his forearm around her collarbones flushing her closer to his chest swaying in the living lounge, ". . . remember the plushies nan Matlinda gave ye' on ya eighteenth? Thinking it was yer thirteenth birthday? Found them from under me bed last night. Will throw 'em in the laundry and the descion will be on yours if ye' want them fo' yourself or your babies." She nods giggling and he joins her.

"'Course that'd be s' cute. My kids playin' with plushies that were once mine!" She clapped her hands atop her chest in sheer excitement.

At the moment, he flops onto sofa beside her with a dramatic huff after bidding the lady a warm good bye. Squeezing Y/N ankles as she's laying on her side. A pillow under her thigh for the ease purpose head on the other cushion, "Watching's the hardest work innit toots?" He grins impishly and she bobs her head with hooded eyes.

Rolling her shoulder to pop some joints to show her tiredness she's good at acting made him scoot closer to her immediately, "Actually yes — " Gets cut off with Harry getting really caring about her in instant.

"Lemme give ya good rub." His calloused palms starts it gentle pressure from the heels of her feet tricking up her calves and she hums sweetly with her face smushed into cushion. He does it for a minute, thumbing at her soles and popping her toes making her giggle lazily.

Her breaths turns warmer against the fabric when he glides his touch up her soft thighs running a trembling shiver into her blood and the coaxation from the daily tiredness plus the effect of him on her almost made her whine. Their breaths hitches at the same time his pinky brushes at the curve of her bossom peeking from underneath her pyjama shorts.

It makes her clench her thighs from the burn coiling in her tummy and it's embarrassing because he's doing nothing but giving her a rub. When the second time the pads of his supple fingers paints imaginaries at her skin she wiggles her cute ass and moans with an alluring stretch of throat when Harry slapped her arse playfully.

"'S good?" He rasps palming balmily her bossom ass hands gliding dangerously low to where she's pulsating with desire, "don't tease . ." She gives out a kitten-ish whine griping the corner of cushion to exhert the tension in her muscles. With a single glance to her deshilved state he slides his hand between her fleshy thighs pressing his lanky fingers against the wet splotch of her arousal from the only approximty of him.

"Jeez pet. ye'r absolute soakin'." He whispers circling her clit in tight circles from over her pyjamas and she ruts her hips in his hand for more. He hovers his fingers round the hem of her shorts testing the waters and if she really wants it ---- although she proves it with a groan indicating him to get rid of the material.

"Such a pretty bum 's a shame I got to touch it now." He traces the imprint of his redness on her skin making her hiss into her elbow and he pulls her over his lap; slowly feathering his touch between her pink slick folds down to her hole making her clinch around his digits trying to swallow them.

"S' tight babe. How long someone's been between these beautiful legs?" His words don't carry any taunt. It's just a genuine question. She gulps trying to escape the haze — couldn't when he's gliding his fingers non-stop in her wetness with dirty noises, "dunno . . don't remember!" She squeaks when he slides them inside her with ease from slickness caging a grunty moan that's threatening to slip from his lungs.

"It's been that long then . . ." He drawls out and Y/N's shook that she hasn't heard him in that tone ever before or maybe she's too floaty. This Harry intimidates her in a sweet way, makes her want to be blanketed under his warm weight always, to depend on him and be with him always. Makes her want to kiss him till the colours fade out and blossom back again with the witnesses of their love.

"Harry . ." She moans fogy-ly when he adds two more letting her stickiness drip down his thighs, "Yes baby." He giggles bashfully sneaking his arm under her shoulders to kiss her cheek.

"Gonna cum." She cries out softly nipping at his skin and he pushes his fingers deep till knuckles in her cunt pounding inside her with a pleasuring pressure, "Didn't stop ya." His little bubble kisses trails to the crook of her neck biting down to glitter hues of his affection for her.

"Oh my!" Her eyes popshut and thighs smack crampies his hand cumming on his fingers. Making a mess down his wrists, his trousers and the hem of his shirt. She purrs cheeks smashed near his thick thigh into velvet when he rubs her back to soothe her heated body down as that of a kitten, "Ye purrs are puttin' oreo to shame, moppet." He pushes her up. Straddling her each leg around his torso letting her melt onto him.

"S' warm." He mumbles against her throat pecking where the paths of her veins leads him to. Grabs her chin and nuzzles his nose to the underbelly of her jaw saturating her closer to his chest. She hiccups a breath when his swelling bulge nudges her already sensitive pussy making her wet again; she blames her hormones.

"Can you fuck me, please?" She gives him pleading eyes swiveling her hips back and forth against his thick length, "Don't 've to ask pretty girl." He kisses her mouth. It's not like their first kiss. Their first held innocence and sccachirness. This one's rather filthy, full of sucking, bites and spit. He splits his thumb in her hair cupping her cheeks kissing her passionately and winding his arm around her waist to caress her belly.

When she throws her shirt away he puffs out unbelievably taking in her to memorize each velvteen of her skin, "Fuck you're so beautiful moppet." It splashes blush at her features and his eyes litreally twinkles at the sight of her being like this. When his eyes halt at the swell of her titts he exhales through his nostrils a grin worming up at the little rainbow patterned bra she's wearing.

"Cutie." He kisses her again. It's like he can never stop kissing her ever. Her plump candy lips make it impossible. She skids his trousers down wrapping her hand around his girth squeezing him to quench out a throaty grunt from him. Stroking his cock with his pre-come and arches her back when his weepy head brushes against her cunt.

He helps her to take his cock being ever so carefull with her since she's pregnant but Y/N wants otherwise. She's insatiable. Could bite him whole at the time.

"Use me baby ---- make yourself cum with my cock. Wanted it yeah? C'mon now fuck me pretty girl. Take it all in. Yeah . . . Jus' like that." He grits stretching her to max and brings her neck to snuggle in to his chest when she was about to fall back because of her limbs giving out due to the ecastasy. She spurts out a giggle putting her hands between them to recoup herself and moves with his assistance on her ass.

"It's hard." She whines walls fluttering around his dick making him moan, "what me prick?" He smirks batting his eyelashes to get through the haze.

"Such a rotten joke." She rolls her eyes riding him with faster pace now and it's turning them all sweaty and hot, "mhmp. good girl takin' me cock s' well." His hands wanders above her tummy fondling with her nipples and takes it in his mouth while giving the same attention to other one with his thumb pulling it and tweaking it gently not to harm her, "don't like my jokes but you love my prick --- want to make ye' feel amazin' with it."

His balls thwacking against her bum and she leverages herself with his shoulders crying out in his ear when he hit a spot inside her she could never with her own fingers — she narrows her knees for more closeness and he tucks loose errands of her hair away kissing her temple with closed eyes.

"Tired?" His wet lips teases her earlobe and when she nods he gropes her ass thrusting up inside her, "It feels more good when daddy does it . . doesn't it?" He pounds roughly with a sharp angle of his pelvis and keeps on fucking her till she's crying his name.

She's a puddling. His words only made her float into her own head space where it's golden streaks in the amidst of violet clouds.

His own groans getting hoarse when she pulses around his cock milking and pushing his head fat out it makes him choke onto his spit, "cum for me --- inside me want it s' bad." She whispers woving fingers with his's and pressing it into sofa still grinding down at him whole body jolting from the sensitivity.

He does cum inside her. Filling her to brim with his seed it oozes out making soppy sounds when he pumps it back with lazy strokes to extinguish the last sparkle of fire that was crackling in their insides.

Remains like that. Tangled and dishelved. Listening to eachother's silence. He didn't even got a chance to pull out of her when his phone startled them beside her making her cramp hard around him and his head falls on the headboard with a grunt.

"Fuck." He squints back and pretends to eat the apple of her cheeks with roar like noises tickling her side making her stomach squeeze with laughs when his phone rings for another time and she ushers him to pick it.

His expressions remains stoic. Lips thinned into a hardline as he listens to the person on the other side. She's familiar with it. The feminine seductive voice she can never unhear --- it pangs her heart with an unbearable amount of pain and clogs her windpipes.

Dunno from where she found the need to ask this she did with a second thought from the anxiousness whirling in her mind the second he ends the call, "Are you gonna leave me now?" Tears of hurt without her knowing are already spilling down the valley of her chest.

Harry stares her. But, she could see nothing in them due to blurness from the pulversive of a single call.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Can we get some Tiffany x female reader nsfw please?

Oh FUCK yeah you can Anon! We need more WLW content on this blog for fucking REAL and Tiffany is such a queen. Thank you so much for the opportunity to do this. I had a lotta fun with it! I have been in a soft mood all weekend so here is some softer Tiff smut, because she deserves it, some softness and love and care, so I am here to provide it! Hope everyone enjoys it but esp you Anon! Lots of love and thanks again for the ask, let’s get into it!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.8K. Tiffany Ray Valentine X Fem! Reader. Warnings: Established Relationship. Domesticness. Soft. Fluff. Nipple Play. Praise. Cuddling. Terms Of Endearment. Vaginal Fingering. Cunnlingus. Squirting. Teasing. Cute Shit. Tiff Deserves This.

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Deserved.

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It was a Saturday, had nowhere to be and nothing to do, positively perfect for what you had in mind.

You'd been wanting to do this for a while, she always treated you so well, of course you wanted to do the same for her. You wanted to give her just everything, she deserved it, deserved more than that even, but how do you go about even BEGINNING to give someone more than everything? You weren’t sure but fuck if you weren’t going to try. For as long as she was wanting and willing to have you.

You were on your side, still in bed with her, she was asleep and you were not, had actually woken up before her for once. The urge to linger in bed even longer and just take in the sight of her sleeping so peacefully was so tempting, you thought better of it, you had plans in mind, things to do.

Carefully you slipped from bed, leaving the warm sheets and your sleeping girlfriend behind, you grabbed your silk robe, the one she gifted you that matched hers, sliding it on and trying the belt around your waist. You crept outta the room, closed the door behind you as quietly as you could, soon finding yourself in the kitchen. You didn’t want to wake her, wanted to surprise her with breakfast in bed, something she had done for you multiple times.

Bringing in a tray stacked with coffee or tea, toast covered in butter and jam, waffles or pancakes, or just whatever she knew you loved. She was so sweet and prided herself on her cooking ability. You’d sit up in bed all sleepy, telling her she didn’t have to do this but thanked her all the same, and she’d set the tray in your lap, curled up next to you, looking almost ethereal in the early sunlight. She is then pressing the softest kiss to your temple and telling you in that true she didn’t HAVE to but she wanted to because you were hers, she cared for you and loved you.

Hence why you wanted to so desperately return the favor.

You took your time, flitting around the kitchen, cooking and preparing, feeling light as air and humming so sweetly. It all flew by so quick and half an hour later you were sneaking back into the bedroom, tray in your hands.

She was still asleep, perfect, having rolled onto her back, she looked ripped from a painting, blonde hair against her pillow and creamy skin on display, strewn on the soft sheets, looking like an angel. You almost didn’t want to disturb her but the need to touch her was far greater. You come forward, set the tray down on the nightstand and you sat down gingerly, your hand reached out, fingers running through her golden hair, she starts to stir under your touch, she lets out a small hum, her eyes open and the second she sees you she smiles, “Mmm morning sweet thing.”

You smiled softly at that well worn term of endearment she used. Pushing some more of her hair back you returned that greeting, “Mornin’ Tiff.” She rolled over onto her side, arms wrapping around your waist, face nuzzling into your thigh, “Surprised to see you up before me.”

A light laugh from you, hand on her shoulder, “I know, usually I just can’t bring myself to get up when I’m in bed with you. Too comfortable.” She was looking up at you, cheek resting on your leg, “What’s different this morning then? Am I not as comfortable?” She teased.

“No you are as soft as ever darling.” You took this as your que. “But as for what is different-” You turned at the waist and picked up the tray, holding it for her to see, “-this.”

She perked up, untangling from you she sat up and looked at the spread you had made just for her, she cooed out, “Oh honey.”

She leaned over, a kiss to your cheek and she said, “Thank you so much.” Manicured hands picked up the tray and you were excited to watch her dig in, but she did something that surprised you. She set the tray on her nightstand. She turned back to you and her hands cupped your face, thumbs stroking over your cheeks, leaning in and she kissed you.

You would think after being with her for so long, that being kissed by her practically a thousand times would have prepared you, that the emotion it invoked would soften, be less intense, have less of an edge, but you’d be wrong.

It still felt incredible, nearly overwhelming, your hands found her waist and you kissed her back, so sweetly. She deepened the kiss, pulling you closer, she was so soft, so warm and her hands moved, fingers dragged down, raking her nails over your neck, sliding down, she unties your robe, sliding it open.

Her fingers curl in the black silk, pushing your robe off, you shrug out of it, letting it pool around you, she starts to touch you more, fingers over the now exposed skin of your sides. She sucked lightly on your bottom lip, teeth nipping lightly and then you pulled back, “Wa-wait, what about breakfast?”

She let out a soft laugh, starting to push you onto your back, you fell back with a small ‘oof’ it made you both chuckle and she spread your legs, her hands under your knees, taking your legs and putting them over her hips. She was beginning to lean over you, smirking down at you, “I wanna eat something else first.” She was so close, she kissed your neck and it made you tense slightly, “You don’t mind, do you?”

You shake your head, as if you would ever oppose what she was suggesting. If you ever did, someone should take you out back and shoot you because clearly you had gone insane.

“Good.” She couldn’t hide the smile in her tone, she kisses and bit the side of your throat, it made your hips stir and she ground onto you slowly, made you breath out, “God-T, fuck that’s-”

She hummed, “That’s?” You bit your bottom lip, a nod as she ground again, “-that’s good.”

You moaned and she had to agree. This was good, it always was but it wasn’t good enough, it wasn’t right, you wanted to be pleasing her. This morning was about her but this was good, soft and slow, lazy morning sex, lavishing attention over one and other.

You chose to just start touching her back, your hands smoothing over her, slowly stripping her out of the little she wore to bed. She did the same to you, both totally stripped bare, wandering hands and mouths, fingers working on overheated flesh, you rubbing her clit as your mouth captured one of her nipples, sucking as you circled that very sensitive part of her, had her tensing, moaning, her own pace below your waist faltering. Teeth scraped lightly over her and sucked deeply, tongue rolling over her nipple, your other hand teasing her opposite one between two of your fingers.

She was moaning your name, you loved to hear that, wanted to hear it over and over, it made something pull inside your chest, filled some part of you that you had no idea was empty until her. You rolled her so she was on her back instead, a kiss between her breasts, her eyes dropping to you, watching as you moved, dragging your lips downwards, lower and lower still, kisses and licks over her skin, soon resting between her now spread legs, tongue tongue dragged over her core and it made her arch up into you. “Fuck baby, yes-”

More.

You needed so much more. Needed to feed yourself on her, you licked again and again, hands cradled her hips and you ate her out so slowly. Looking up at her, watching her squirm and writhe from the minstriations of your mouth, taking in how she gasped when you sucked and breathed your name when your tongue delved between those delicious lips. As it dragged on, two fingers inside of her, curling as you lapped at her clit, your other hand on her hip, she couldn’t stop, chanting your name, you could feel her tightening, getting closer, you were desperate for her to cum. “Do-don’t stop-”

As if you would ever.

Lips closed around her and sucked, fingers pressed just right inside and her fingers in your hair tugged, arching up closer, rocking into your mouth and she came with a breathless moan of your name. You reveled in the feeling of her clit pulsating against your tongue, the gush of her that spilled forth, you moaned against her cunt, the way her walls clenched your fingers made you clench around nothing, you didn’t stop, dragging out every bit of sensation that you could from her peak. When she tugged on your hair again, “Mmm that’s good hun.”

You slowed to a stop and pulled up, your mouth covered in her mess, you brought your hand up and sucked on your fingers, cleaning them off while you stared up at her, she tasted incredible. You pulled your hand away and swallowed her back, she smirked down at you, breathing was evening out and she said, “What a way to start the day, huh?”

You stifled a laugh behind your hand, still smelt like her, hopefully it would for hours, “Mmm.” She started to reach out, obviously wanting to return the favor as soon as possible and your hands covered hers, pushing them away gently, “Breakfast first. I want you to enjoy it before it gets cold.”

She rolled her eyes but allowed it. “Alright, alright-”

So you sat up in bed with her, tray over your lap, feeding her the eggs and toast and fresh fruit that you made just for her. She complimented you and kissed you again, the taste of honey and peaches on her lips from the yogurt, praised you for everything, how skillful you were with your hands, how wonderfully you treated her, just for you being you.

She finally drank from the mug you had brought and she let out a pleasured moan, “When did you learn how to make this?” You smiled and gave a small shrug, “What? Your favorite lavender tea latte? Oh it’s not a big deal.”

Liar. You had spent too many afternoons when she was out of the house trying to get it just right but she didn’t need to know that. No, all she needed to know was one simple thing. You kissed her cheek and told her just that very thing, even though she already knew it you said, “I love you.”

She set the mug down and one of her arms was placed over your shoulder, leaning her head against yours, “Love you too sweet thing.”

[mattzerella-sticks]

Sunrise (Dean/Cas coda to 15x19 “Inherit the Earth”, 1.7k)

(ao3 link)

Dean and Sam were free. Finally, unequivocally, free.

But this wasn't the happy ending Dean had expected. Maybe in the past, having Sam in the passenger seat tearing across an open stretch of highway as the sunsets, it'd be what he wanted. But that was years ago. He's not that man anymore. Dean's tired of sunsets, of saying goodbye. He yearns for a different ending. One that's less of an ending, and more of a beginning. A sunrise instead of a sunset.

Sam has his. Dean lost his. Despite this setback, he won't stop. He'll live in memory of his sunrise.

Except, what can he do when he feels those rays on his face again?

           Early morning sunlight streams through half-closed motel window blinds, striking Dean directly on his face. Stir him from unconsciousness, shuffling Dean out of his dreams. Warm blue and familiar stubble replaced with an ugly, orange patterned wallpaper that makes his stomach unhappily flip. Groaning, he turns. Hopes he can reclaim his quickly fading fantasy. It escapes his grasp, Dean left in the loneliness of reality.

           Truly. He checks Sam’s bed, finding it unoccupied. “Figures���”

           They crossed paths with Eileen coincidentally. Not like Sam’s pointed questions and giant thumbs hid his intentions. Even his terrible acting (“Eileen? What are the odds of you being here?”) couldn’t throw him off. Dean played along, however, letting them think he was in the dark. Knew exactly why his brother and his brother’s girlfriend hadn’t told Dean about this. Salt only hurts a wound that’s fresh and open. While badly healed, Dean’s grown numb to that missing chunk of his heart. More pained that his sadness made his loved ones go behind his back, act in guilt.

           Sam and Eileen don’t deserve shadows because of his pain.

           Which is why he’s happy for them. Left the bar so they can chat without his presence. Catch up, let Sam tell her about those kitschy tourist traps they’ve been hopping between since Chuck’s defeat. Show pictures of Dean in an upside-down house, Sam’s head peeking out from corn fields. Hold hands. Sit on the same side of the booth. Kiss, without worrying if Dean is steadily killing his liver at the bar because of them.

           Drinking lost its flavor anyhow.

           Free from Chuck’s influences, Dean decided he might cut a few more strings. Namely beer. He’ll enjoy a bottle every now and then but, reflecting on it, booze never offered comfort he really needed. Only aggravated a different sort of hurt, distracting him for a while. He abandoned those distractions. Instead of asking their bartender from last night, with his tanned skin and wavy, blond hair, for whiskey, neat, until he dropped, Dean stood from their table and paid his tab. Carried his longing out the exit, drove with it, laid down in his bed and held it close. Hugged it, imagining his arms. Praise whispered in his ear, about choosing a different way. A better way. A healthier way.

           Cas would be proud of him. Prouder than he already is. And Dean… felt the same.

           Rising, Dean stretches. Winces as a new disc pops and cracks in his back, “Motels ain’t what they used to be…” He throws his legs over the side, scrunching his toes in the shag carpet. Smiling, “But at least some things’ll never change…”

           It’s going to be a slow morning. Dean doubts Sam will swing by before noon, meaning he has hours to kill. First, he leisurely showers. Scrubs at his scalp with gentle scratches, humming Zeppelin under his breath. Keening ‘A Whole Lotta Love’s chorus, coming into his hand. Lets that melody fade while water makes his come sluice off his hand, into the drain. He switches tracks, dries himself while softly singing ‘Going to California’. Thinks about their next destination. All those beaches he and Sam plan on visiting. Finally making good on their promise.

           Not how he always envisioned it, but…

           Dean drapes the towel around his neck, staring at his reflection. Marks new wrinkles he hadn’t noticed, gray hairs where dirty blond were. Sees how small his eyebags shrank.

           Sleeping was surprisingly easy. Some days Dean wished it weren’t. Others, it’s his only chance at being with him again.

           “Nope,” he says, leaving the bathroom. Jumping out from the mirror. “Not going there… not this early…”

           He bides his time dressing, debating where he should get breakfast. Wonders if a diner they passed entering town might serve pie as he hops into his jeans. Waffles between a t-shirt or purple-and-blue plaid while rubbing deodorant on. Then, tugging his tee’s thin fabric over his head, he decides he isn’t that hungry. Can eat later, Sam driving so he can attack snacks he squirrelled away when they last stopped for gas.

           Knock Knock Knock

           “Sam?” Dean asks, glancing at the door. No one answers. “Sam is that you? You forget your keys or…” He checks his phone. Nothing.

           Knock Knock Knock

           “Sam, if that’s you – this isn’t funny.” He grabs for his socks, sitting on the end of his bed. “Pulling a poor joke on your brother, leaving your girlfriend alone in bed… shame on you.”

           Knock Knock Knock

           Dean squeezes his socks, glaring at the door. His irritation fades, weirdly, the longer he stares. Replaced with a different feeling, comforting. Without needing to, Dean guesses it’s not Sam on that other side. Tossing his socks, Dean stands and slowly inches forward. Drawn by gravity, a name perched atop his tongue. Waiting there, scared of being spoken. Of being wrong. He doesn’t feel wrong.

           Is this still a dream, he asks himself. Did I actually wake up? Dean waits, hovering near the doorknob. Remembers rushing last time, what waited there then. What he almost threw himself onto. Cycles through who might be waiting now. Something worse, a more terrifying monster. Or maybe mundane, like the motel manager. He’ll never know if he drags it out. Whether that’s motivation or warning, Dean can’t decide. What he does choose is flinging open that door and facing whoever was there.

           “Hello, Dean.”

           “Cas -?” Dean gasps, knees buckling. Laughing, he leans his weight on the door. Grins wide enough his cheeks must splinter, twin tracks of tears already spilled over. “Cas, is that…” He coughs, wiping at his mouth. “Is that really you?”

           Like nothing happened, Cas crosses the threshold. Dressed spectacularly… normal. Trench coat, suit jacket, and white button-down paired with his crooked blue tie. Dean’s hand drifts close but can’t touch. Not yet. “It is me,” he tells Dean, “you… probably have a lot of questions. About why I’m here, and – and what was said when the Empty…”

           Of course, there are questions. None were as important as Dean snatching Cas’s tie, dragging him into a heated embrace. “Later,” he promises, closing the door. Guiding Cas onto his bed. Falling, his angel’s body collapsing atop his. Weight proving further and further how real this is.

           He’s back!

           “I can’t believe…” Dean kisses along Cas’s neck, threading his fingers through hairs resting at his angel’s nape. Feeds a fire burning across his body, flames roaring with a desire for more. “Can’t believe I could be this lucky…”

           Cas chuckles, “Good things do happen, Dean.”

           “Never to us.” Pausing, Dean tears his eyes from the dip of Cas’s collarbone and to his face. “I searched, Cas. I did. Back when it was me, and Sam, and Jack, I did everything I could but I… there wasn’t any lore. Nothing about contacting the Empty, breaking through I – how?”

           Shifting, Cas rolls off Dean and onto his side. No sooner than it started, those flames eating at Dean’s insides tempered. Became a more manageable heat, containable. Dean tucked himself against Cas’s chest, hearing his heartbeat. Awed from that simple rhythm it gives. Lulls Dean with a gentle song. “Jack,” Cas explains. Rubs Dean’s shoulder, along where his handprint was. Teased the edges of his tee, part of his memorial tattoo revealed. Cas traces his palm outline. “In fixing Chuck’s mistakes, he… he mounted a rescue mission from Heaven.”

           “For you?”

           “For everyone.” Cas kisses Dean’s crown, continuing his story. Whispers it into his head. “All the angels. Jack rescued us all.”

           “Everyone?” Dean asks, “Meaning… Michael? Gabriel?”

           “Uriel, Balthazar, Anna, Hannah, Metatron – even Lucifer.”

           “What the hell?”

           “He was fixing what Chuck wasted. Saved Heaven,” he says, “Gave everyone a second chance, to do right by humanity. Be its guardians like we were supposed to be. And…” Cas lays his hand where it belongs, Dean shivering from contact. Wraps his arms tighter around his angel’s waist. “Jack offered me all my powers back, and then some. Said I could be his archangel… second-in-command, in all of Heaven.”

           Dean lifts his head, frowning. Studies Cas with a suspicious wrinkle creasing his brow. He deflates somewhat, disappointment rocking into him like heavy waves. Routine. Expected, since Cas was exactly where he wanted. But then, isn’t that answer enough? Dean asks regardless. “Did you take it?”

           “I thanked him for the offer,” Cas says, “however my place was elsewhere, here on Earth… with you.” His hand moves, cupping Dean’s cheek. Thumb brushes his lip. “And when our time comes, I’ll rejoin Heaven at your side.”

           Cas’s heartbeat makes sense, now. It never did that before.

           “We’ve got a long time before we croak, Cas,” Dean jokes, crawling higher up his bed. Enough that he can press their foreheads together. “You think you can handle it?”

           “I waited millennia to meet you, and then years just so I can hold you like this.” Cas closes the distance, capturing Dean’s lips. “I’m hoping our future is excruciatingly slow.”

           “Our future…” He relaxes, allowing a few more kisses before he starts again. “Y’know, I… I thought I’d never get to say that. Figured, after Jack took the reigns from Chuck, this was all we’d get and – and having everyone back was nice. But you weren’t there, and I hurt. When you died, I wanted to sit there and let myself waste away and join you. Except if I did, you’d be so angry and – that’s what’s been keeping me going. You loved me so much – and were pained whenever I was… I couldn’t do that to myself. Punishing myself wouldn’t be fair. So I thought about my future, how I can live it for those I loved. Be there… the person I’ve become, and not who I used to be. But now…”

           “Now you can be a little selfish,” Cas says. “We can be selfish.” He tickles Dean’s chin, hands roving across his body. “What should we do, for the first day of the rest of our lives?”

           Dean doesn’t dawdle. “I want to lay here,” he says, “Lay here the whole day, in your arms, telling you how much I love you.”

           “…I don’t see any problems with that.”

           Neither did Dean, which is why he suggested it. They fix themselves, first. Cas sheds most of his outer layers, leaving himself only in his boxers. Dean hurls his jeans off fast, jumping under the covers. Giddy as Cas joins him, both men facing each other. Hands joined above their sheets, Cas’s palm fitting perfectly.

           “Well?” Cas arches his brow, “How much do you love me?”

           Dean kisses him, ruining it by smiling too hard. “I love you too much, and not enough.”

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans Are Space Orcs, “The Press.”

I have been wanting to do this for a while. Commander Vir deals with fame, and the good and bad parts of it. I hope you like, sorry I am so late today :) 

“Why exactly am I back on earth? My tour doesn’t end for another six months, and we were just getting ready for our first exploratory mission since before the burg war.”

“Look, commander, I understand this isn’t what you thought you were signing up for, but since the movie dropped recruitment has Gone up 45% and another 20% after merchandising, we need to get on this quick,”

He sighed 

“Besides, you will only be touring one or two weeks. That’s one or two weeks paid vacation while you talk to celebrities, pose for pictures, and maybe do a press conference or two. Bring along a couple of friends to keep you company and it won’t be that bad.”

“Alright, alright, I get it, but I’m not a dancing monkey. I didn’t sign up for this, and it’s not going to becoming a thin.”

“Yes commander, now The UNSC is taking you first. You are their poster child after all, and they want your face on the recruiting posters .”

“Very well, ma’am.”

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Wednesday, June 3

“This is good work commander, but we are going to bring in an expert to make it just right.”

Commander Vir stood in an empty hanger bay surrounded by reflective panels, directional lights and a multitude of camera equipment. Sunny and Krill were playing a guessing game he had taught them earlier in the day to keep them occupied, and Waffles -- his dog -- was curled up by one of the set technicians taking a nap.

“An expert?”

“Yes, we’re bringing in one of the guys who used to be a guard in Arlington. The uniform looks good, but is it perfect?”

The answer to that question was answered simply few minutes later

He was a slob, a big fat slob who didn’t know how to properly wear his socks. The guy even whipped out a tape measure to determine the exact distance that a pin should be placed from the crease in his collar.

Commander Vir didn’t see the difference on the small scale, but in aggregate, he found that the difference was actually quite startling. He blinked, “Wow.”

“Excellent, now, we’re going to have you stand over here while we adjust the lights, and then when we give you the cue we want you to follow the order to a T. We will have parade rest attention, present at attention and then contemplatively looking off into the distance. We will have someone with a marker to tell you where to look.”

“Stare contemplatively off into the distance. I don’t remember learning that one.”

“Ahh we got a smartass.” 

He stepped into place doing as the cameraman ordered, trying to look serious and imposing as directed, though Sunny and Krill had decided to make faces in the background. He actually did loose it at some point as Sunny started doing some weird improvised dancing in the background while krill stood there like it offended his sensibilities.

Eventually they got what he wanted, and they showed him some of the prototypes.

There were a few that he liked but only because they looked like vintage  movie posters from some badass naval war movie.

Thursday, June 4 

The three of them walked into the studio watching as bodies flowed past them hurrying off in all directions. Obviously their presence caused quite a stir, and Adam thought he recognized a few faces peering from the crowd, other movies stars and celebrities, but he couldn't be sure what he was seeing. And then there were the women, and men who hurried about, tall, statuesque like greek gods given life, with jaws so sharp they could cut paper, and pouty lips under wide dark eyes. 

Looking at them and then at himself, well, he felt like a dump truck next to a sports car.

Sunny on the other hand didn’t seem impressed, “I could snap them in half…. Like twigs.”

“Fighting isn’t the point Sunny, they’re just supposed to be hot.”

Krill eyed them, “Their single job is to profess the perfect mating standard?”

“Ur yeah, I guess.”

Krill snorted, Sunny shook her head ,’ What is the point of being hot if you’re also useless besides you don’t look all that different.”

He rolled his eyes. Leave it to an alien not to be able to tell what super hot humans looked like.

“I’m serious,” Sunny insisted, “You’re as tall as most of them, and more muscular than some of them, and you have a cool eye patch, so that means you win.”

He couldn’t help but smile shaking his head, “Alright, Alright, I’ll shut up.”

At that moment a woman appeared from nowhere and held out a hand, “Commander! So glad you could come, so glad.” She looked him up and down with a frown.”

“That bad huh?”

“Nothing a little wardrobe and makeup can’t fix.” She announced clapping her hands together and motioning others over as he frowned.

He frowned.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing “

“Do I tell you how to do your job commander, no, now over to wardrobe .”

He blinked in surprise, “Ok, yes ma’am.”

He found himself sidling over to where racks and racks of clothing was hanging suddenly surrounded by the tall, statuesque people with their big eyes and pouty lips. While they were busy looking hot, he got nervous and nearly knocked over an entire rack of clothing, blushed till he was beat red, and then decided after this was all over he was going to bury himself under a rock and die.

He was mostly ignored for like twenty minutes until someone walked over, “Commander,” He was a portly little man with hair dyed frost white though his roots were growing in black. The man grabbed him by the hand and dragged him across the room, “Alright, alright, what do we have.”

He looked him over prodding t his shoulders and arms, making him turn in a circle, “Not bad, not bad at all. I can work with this. Tell me commander formal, or casual.”

“Uh casual?”

“Exactly what I was thinking! The provincial small town man feel. I like it.”

“Well I mean ok…” the little man grabbed him aggressively by the arm and pulled him around to a rack of clothing. In the end he had a pair of jeans black boots a black T-shirt and a brown leather jacket.

He frowned, “I hate to point this out, but this is literally what I am wearing.”

“No it isn’t. Yours is frumpy and sloppy and ours will make you look acceptably rugged.”

He frowned not sure if he was supposed to be offended or not, “And where am I supposed to change.”

“Right here.”

“Right here!’

“Commander, these are models, they show their bodies off for a living, none of them need a changing room, so take a leaf out of their book and stop worrying.”

This was worse than a high school locker room. Humans had never reached light speed, but he was pretty sure he at least broke the sound barrier while pulling on the new pants.

When he walked back over pulling on his jacket sunny and Krill had made themselves comfortable in a couple of the stage crew chairs, “What are you so nervous about, you looked fine.” Sonny said looking down at her implants to change music.

“You were watching me>”

“Was I not supposed to do that.” 

He felt himself turn a nice shade of cherry red, “No!.”

She shrugged, “Whatever.” 

Krill just shook his head, “You forget that neither of us wear clothes, so we do not understand your issues.”

He sighed, “Nudists.” He muttered walking towards the set, though he was immediately diverted by another person who led him over to a set of chairs and mirrors. He was pushed down into a seat and spun around and an aggressive group of stylists moved in on him. This is honestly not what he had expected when he joined the army.

He was even less impressed when they started to stick brushes in his face causing him to blink and his eyes to itch. Someone wetted down his hair and put product in it that smelled like strawberries, which, honestly he wasn’t entirely annoyed about.

From there he was finally let go and walked onto another photo set, though this one had way more lightning, way more cameras and way more props.

And of course like the awesome badass commander that he was, he stood there like a complete idiot as stiff as a board, caught like a deer in the headlights. The photographer seemed more than a little annoyed at his inability to look like anything other than sasquatch caught on a hunting camera.

“Relax.”

“This is kind of out of my element.”

“Being capture by aliens and going on space walks where you might suffocate, and you cant relax enough to take a picture.”

“To be fair, no one sees me when I am doing badass stuff, so I don’t have the social pressure of preforming well.”

They tried some more.

They told him he was smiling awkwardly, or like he was being threatened at gunpoint.

It wasn’t until Sunny started doing stupid dances behind the camera-man, again that the photographer finally started to like what he was seeing. Every time he turned to look at what Vir was smiling at, Sunny would stop dancing trying to look all innocent.

That just made him laugh.

At some point one of the people had a great idea to involve waffles, and -- like the good girl that she was -- she promptly stole the spotlight, which he was totally cool with.

Photoshoots were definitely not his thing.

He was about 100 percent sure when the photos came out they would look like his last middle school yearbook picture.

Even thinking about it made him grimace.

Friday, June 5

“And please help me to welcome our next special guest, Commander Adam Vir of the UNSC.”

His legs felt like jelly, and it took sunny nudging him to finally get him moving onto the stage. He wondered if people could tell just how bad his legs were shaking.

And there was a twitching going on in his right cheek that he just couldn't stop.

He wanted to go back to the hotel and watch dumb TV With Sunny while krill complained about the medical inaccuracies.

But here he was listening to clapping and cheering from an assembled studio crowd. He was sure he was going to do something massively stupid, like trip off the stage, or rip his pants or forget his own name, or something.

The host stood up, he was blanking on their name right now though he knew they were ridiculously famous.

He shook hands with them.

“So glad you could come commander.”

“A pleasure to be here.” He responded robotically hoping that his smile was at least somewhat convincing.”

He took a seat on the couch, resting a hand against his shaking right leg.

He was going to puke.

“So, i Heard you have been on tour  for the past two days, how are you enjoying the celebrity circuit.”

He rubbed his hands against his legs, “Do you want the real answer or the fake one?”

“Lets hear the real one.”

“Er, well it turns out I am really bad at…. Pretty much everything that’s not captaining a ship. Yesterday I did a photoshooot where I am ninety percent sure I looked like an awkward cryptid most of the time. People are going to be looking at those photos and wondering in what swamp they found me.” 

There was laughter from the crowd.

He wasn’t entirely sure if that was funny or not.

“I am sure they aren’t as bad as all that.”

He shook his head, “Pretty sure my face was like this…” He raised his hands making a wide-eyed shocked expression that had the crowd laughing again.”

The host smiled, “Commander, Forgive me for asking, but how old are you.”

He smiled sheepishly, “Um, lets just say too young and leave it at that.”

“I was sort of under the impression that commanders and admirals were….”

“Old wrinkly dudes?”

“Yeah.” 

He rubbed the back of his head, “That’s mostly true, the reason I got this position has to do with my experience with extra terrestrials.”

“I’ve heard rumors that you have aliens on board your ship. Is that true.”

“Those shouldn’t be rumors, that is entirely true. We have a twenty….three person Drev clan, a Vrul medical officer, a starborn, and some miscellaneous others.”

A muttering from the crowd, “But you were part of the Drev war, and Operation Steel eye. How did an entire Drev clan end up on your ship?”

He shrugged, “The story is complicated, but the long and short of it is, I made friends with some Drev after the war, and they adopted me into the clan.”

“Can we…. See, the prosthetic I mean” He held up his hands, “Not to be disrespectful.”

He shrugged, “sure.” Reaching down and tugging up his pant leg so the bright blue carapace glittered in the bright studio lights.

The man leaned closer, “Wow…. What…. What is that?”

“Drev carapace.” He dropped the pant leg.

“Why?”

“That is actually the reason I am adopted. A drev has to give you a gift that contains a piece of their own armor, so my best friend made this for me some time ago.” 

They talked about that for a little while. They talked about the war, they talked about his first moment on an alien planet.

“I was actually on the original mission to land on  Proxima b. I was the shuttle pilot behind Captain Kelly, though I don’t know how many people knew that.

There was a murmuring around the room.

“I know it was broadcasted live, but luckily the cameras were pointed away because when I was getting out of the shuttle, my foot slipped on the stairs.” The crowd gasped and giggled, “And I face planted right onto the surface.” 

More laughing.

“That is my legacy, the first man to take a nose dive on an alien planet.”

“I would say that your legacy contains a lot of strange instances. There are reports that you recently escaped from kidnapping by a prodigum by… Singing? How did that work?”

He rubbed the back of his head, “Well that is… that is.” he laughed nervously, “Yes that is a thing that happened. I and my friend Sunny were captured by a criminal overlord for entertainment in his little criminal syndicate. They had cages lined all along the ceiling and inside them were other humans. Turns out the Prodigum react to human singing like a drug, so I was asked to sing, luckily for me one of the woman in the other cage was a voice coach, so a few days of starving and being miserable, she taught me how to sing properly, or a little more properly, and then I sang a super sad song, distracted everyone long enough for y friend to escape and call for help.”

Gasping and more laughter around the room.

“Wow…. Your life….”

“Reads like a strange cartoon doesn’t it.”

From the crowd, “Sing for us!.”

The call was taken up a few more times.

He shook his head, “No no no, no I am not going to sing on international television. I have embarrassed myself enough this week.” 

“You now commander, you wouldn’t want to disappoint the public.”

He could feel the heat rising into his face as the rest of the crowd took up the chant.

He tried to protest, but that didn’t seem to be working.

Eventually he held up his hands “Ok, ok, but if my voice cracks…. Just don’t laugh.”

“And you were without accompaniment.”

He sighed, “Yeah it was a Capella. They didn’t exactly give me a soundtrack.” he stood taking a few deep breaths and humming to himself. His legs were shaking even worse than before.

He rubbed his hands nervously together.

The studio went very quiet.

He felt sweat trickling down his back between his shoulder blades.

He took a deep breath and….

His voice came out loud and clear, though it quivered slightly. He tried to shore it up as he continued, taking deeper breaths trying to get more control. He tried to find that place where he had been back in the cage. The sort of hopeless anguish he had tried to convey. His voice did quake a few times, but he was ok with that.

At least he didn’t do something super stupid like fall off the stage.

He cut it off hallway because his legs were shaking so bad, he thought that any worse might cause him to fall over.

The crowd began to clap as he collapsed back into his seat taking a deep breath.

“Wow, that is pretty impressive for someone who says they don’t sing. Bet the person who wrote that didn’t think it would be used to escape alien kidnappers.”

“Whatever it was, it worked. But” he lifted his hand, “I’m shaking so bad right now.”

The man shook his head, “That form someone who doesn’t shake when he flies jets at thousands of miles per hour.”

He smiled, “The jet isn’t going to judge me if my voice cracks. I think you will find aliens and airplanes are a lot less scary than humans. Don’t get me wrong humans are great , you guys just scare me half to death.” 

Saturday, June 6

A flight demonstration over the beach, which was pretty good 

Sunday, June 7

Dinner with a few important famous people

Monday, June 8 

Dinner with some politicians.

Tuesday, June 9 

He visited some UNSC bases up and down  the western coastline talking to servicemen and visiting some other people

Wednesday June, 10

The magazines came out, and they actually managed to make him look pretty good to his surprise,  though he was pretty sure the picture had been taking while Sunny was doing something with her hips that Drev hips had not been designed for, which eventually made him laugh so hard he had choked.

Thursday, June 11

This was his last day, and he had one more press conference to attend, than he could go home. He was wearing his formal uniform, captain’s cap, cords, gloves and everything else. There were at least ten microphones on the lectern in front of him, and a crowd of reporters below. Lights blinded his eyes.

Behind his back, the UNSC flag outlined him in bright blue. 

He was getting ready for more questions about the Burg war or wearing the steel eye armor.

He nodded to one of the reporters in the front.

“Commander, do you want to explain to us why, on UNSC time you were  reported as supporting an LFIL protest when you were supposed to be acting as neutral crowd control.”

He felt the blood drain right out of his face.

He was not ready for this.

Inside his brain went blank. He stammered for a second, suddenly feeling like a little kid giving a class presentation while all eyes stared at him. More cameras flashed, “I…. I was doing what I thought…. Needed to be done to keep the protest civil.”

“That was not your job!”

More yelling until the crowd was shushed, “Look, the GA wasn’t seeing any of their representative. I simply explained their side of the story to the GA, and they decided to lift the ban on their own.”

“Directly going against the policies of the UNSC was a gross breach of your contract commander, and we are all having a hard time understanding why you have not been disciplined for it.” 

“You have no idea what is on y contract. My job is to foster peace throughout the galaxy, and THAT is what I did.”

“Some people see it as a direct attack on our way of life. You are helping spread disease poor moral values throughout the galaxy.”

He felt his face burning, “What makes you think their relationships have anything to do with you NONE of them live on earth or on Mars. They do not interact with you, they do not bother you, they do not THINK about you. And no they are not spreading disease because every person who leaves earth receives a full disease panel. You are more likely to have communicable diseases than they are.” 

Uproar.

He shouldn't have said that.

“You are spreading extrial propaganda, and now that you are the face of the UNSC you are having an impact on our children, so t is your duty to uphold the values of the Human public.”

His hands were gripping white onto the lectern, “It is my job to uphold MY values and if the UNSC doesn’t like what I am doing they will fire me, so that is none of your concern.”

“Commander Vir, are you an extrail.”

The room went very silent suddenly. His heart was hammering in his chest.

“You are out of line. My personal life whatever it may entail has no bearing on my work, so you will either ask me professional questions or we are done here.”

“But you haven't denied it!” Someone else shouted.

“That question doesn't deserve an answer either way. If i tell you, that means I am justifying myself to you, which I have no desire to do, and if I were to confirm the other way, I would be bringing a personal issue into a political light, which would also be inappropriate. Either way I will not answer you. Unless there are any more questions that involve my work and not my personal life…”

He wouldn’t budge forcing them to change the subject.

His hands were shaking again, but this time it was out of anger. He had to breathe very slowly to keep himself calm enough.

***

Headlines 

Commander Vir Extrail or Normal 

SCANDAL: UNSC’s Golden boy involved with aliens?

Press conference turns to barbed comments.

LFIL Propaganda

[iworshipkeanureeves]

Denim Dreams (Scott Favor x Reader)

A/N: This is My Own Private Idaho fanfiction requested by @jadore-keanu30​, I also managed to slip in a small part about Scott being ticklish as requested by anon. And maybe let’s imagine this is AU where Mike is not in love with Scott.

Summary: Your friend Mike introduces you to Scott Favor, but you hate him at first. Scott, however, persistently tries to get your attention.

Warnings: language, smut

Words: 2,7 K

Woken by a doorbell, you rolled out of bed grunting. You were never a morning person, so it made you internally scream at whoever was behind that door. To your surprise, it was Mike, and even though you were sort of friends, he would rarely show up at your doorstep, especially this early.

“You can come in, my mom’s at work,” you invited Mike in, but he seemed hesitant to go.

“I thought we could get breakfast,” Mike suggested, leaning on your door frame.

“Are you asking me on a date?” you chuckled teasing him, when you knew this was never going to be the case.

“You’re not exactly my type,” he replied giving you an impish smile, and you rolled your eyes tying your hair up in a messy bun.

“Just give me a minute to change,” you said still wearing pajama and disappeared into your room, leaving him at a doorstep.

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Mike and you were supportive of each other, but you weren’t particularly that kind of friends who would hang out together much, so all of this was a surprise.

“What’s the occasion?” you wondered as you and Mike were entering a diner.

“I wanted to thank you for saving my ass yesterday,” he replied, with his eyes stuck to the ground, as usual.

In fact, you had saved Mike’s ass many times before. Working at a movie theater, you would help him hide in one of the auditoria, usually from his clients and sometimes from the cops too. You had an understanding of what Mike was doing to get by. Yet, you two had an agreement that he wouldn’t involve you in his business further than that.

After much consideration, you decided to get a burger, which wasn’t a typical breakfast food, but you had a strong craving and it was already after 11 AM, so technically it could have been almost considered lunch. Mike was silent as usual, munching on his waffles, occasionally lifting his eyes to stare into a quiet street, and you could never tell what he was thinking about.

Just as you were about to take a next bite, you sensed the seat next to you caving in. Suddenly, you were being accompanied by a tall dark haired guy. He and Mike exchanged “Hey”s, so you assumed he was probably one of Mike’s friends. You didn’t know him, and it felt weird how he sat next to you instead of Mike. Not that it made you uncomfortable, but you found it rude, especially because he was coarsely invading your private space.

“I’m Scott, I’m Mike’s…”

“I know who you are,” you cut him off, after hearing the name. You recognized him from Mike’s stories. “Mike has told me about you,” you added and went on with another bite of your heavenly delicious burger.

Even though Mike had spoken only favorably about Scott, from what you had heard, you couldn’t approve him. You didn’t like the fact that Scott was privileged with his trust funds and did what he did only for fun. You believed that he would leave Mike any day to get back to his prosperous life, and you knew how much it would hurt your friend. Therefore, Scott was your enemy, even if you hadn’t met him before.

“She’s Y/N,” Mike mumbled, after a long silent pause around the table, and you choked a little looking up to give him a discontent glance.

“What a chatty girl,” Scott hissed ironically, raising his hand for a waitress to come.

“She’s just not an early bird, it’s too soon for her chirps,” Mike intervened, trying to cushion the conversation after seeing your face all frowned.

If Scott really wanted to talk, you decided to go at him.

“Don’t you feel like a fraud here?” you spoke calmly. “This life you’re living for the moment, isn’t it just one of your whims, until you choose to move on to something better?”

You already knew the real answer, you were just curious to see what Scott saw in all of this.

“So just because I’m going to inherit my family funds, it means I can’t live the life I honestly enjoy? Does it always have to be connected to money?”

His emphasis was on enjoyment, and you knew well, it was a brittle, fleeting thing. Yeah, even if this was the life he truly fancied, it was for a short moment only, and that moment was about to end meaning that someone would get hurt. Your dear Mike, most probably.

After finishing the last few sips of your drink, you gather you stuff and were about to put your jacket on.

“Leaving so soon?” Scott scoffed with his obnoxious exhale, and you could almost feel your blood beginning to boil.

“Work,” you looked at him with a painfully fake smile. “Some of us here”, you said pointing between you and Mike, “have to actually earn a living, we have no rich daddies to run to.”

You looked at Scott, implying he should really move, but he seemed to enjoy annoying you and wasn’t going to go anywhere. Playing his game, you decided to just climb over him, sticking your tight-fitted ass right in front of his face, wiggling it a little to tease him even more. Approaching the door, you turned around to give Mike one last goodbye, proudly witnessing Scott’s hand in a pocket, adjusting his emerging boner.

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It was your usual day at work operating cash register, putting up a smile to everyone and kindly accepting their complaints about high prices and lack of interesting movies, as if it was personally your fault that this theater was kind of shitty.

Just as you thought it couldn’t get worse, it surely did.

What the hell, you thought, looking at Scott entering the movie theater, weirdly alone and still not losing that annoying smile of his.

“Hey there,” Scott spoke, leaning with his elbow on top of your desk. It left you speechless for a moment, as you were astonished by his audacity to come visit you at work. “Come get a drink with me,” he demanded.

“Don’t you see I’m working?” you couldn’t believe his oblivion. How self-centered could he possibly be?

“What about later?”

“Later? Oh yeah, still working,” you smiled mockingly. Scott seemed to be getting a little frustrated and there were no words to describe how much you enjoyed it.

“Fine, then one ticket to Bird on a Wire,” Scott requested, reaching for his wallet.

“Magic word?” you kept taunting him, squeezing every bit of his patience, though he seemed to be holding on surprisingly well.

“Please?” he grunted, slipping you a few bills.

“Rich boy with no manners, what could be worse?” you grinned, shaking your head, handing him the ticket.

Scott only cracked a smile. “See you around,” he said leaving your desk.

You really hoped this wouldn’t be the case, but oh boy, he was not wrong.

------

Scott came in the next week to see Back to the Future III, no stupid flirting this time. He directly asked for the ticket, and even added please, learning from his mistakes. Of course he was nice, it was probably his tactics to get you go out with him, but you knew better than that.

The problem was Scott’s persistence, as he kept on coming every night, and you would chat a little more each time. It was usually about Mike, but other things too. There was something frightening about letting him too close and you would have to remind yourself to keep a distance.

Every time you wanted to change the topic, you could turn to movies, because at some point Scott had probably seen more of those than you had. He saw Total Recall, Dick Tracy, Robocop 2, Days of Thunder, Die Hard 2, well, basically everything the theater was screening for the moment.

Indeed everything.

It seemed like you were unintentionally seeing Scott more than you were seeing Mike, and it drove you crazy. You started asking around if he also came on nights when you weren’t working, hoping that maybe he had just discovered his passion for movies. But that wasn’t the case.

------

One night Scott showed up looking different. His hair was messy, jeans were tighter, and he had a denim jacket on. It was buttoned up, but you could see that he was wearing nothing underneath. You felt bad for finding this tempting, but you couldn’t help it. Anyway, you didn’t have to like Scott as a person to admit how sexy he actually was.

“Hey,” you greeted him. “I don’t think we have a movie that you haven’t seen yet,” you continued, getting rid of all the scorn that you used to have in your voice before. Honestly, you were tired of torturing him, and he genuinely seemed not that bad. At least better than you had expected him to be after the first day of meeting him at that diner.

“Well, then I’ll have to watch Die Hard again,” Scott giggled, suggesting that he didn’t mind it, he just enjoyed coming to the theater.

After handing Scott the ticket, you realized that there might be a day when he wouldn’t come anymore. Or even worse, he would bring someone with him, another girl maybe. You couldn’t believe your thoughts, and how upset it made you. It felt like you were betraying yourself, but there was nothing you could do.

Fuck. You were falling for him

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It was getting late and the majority of tonight’s screenings had ended, you were washing your hands in the ladies room, thinking about what needed to be done before closing up for the day. You couldn’t believe it when you caught yourself looking in the mirror to adjust your make-up and a few stray hairs, thinking you might meet Scott again.

After all, this wasn’t a bad decision, because just as you were leaving the restroom, your eyes met Scott, who was inspecting movie posters in the empty hallway. He must have heard the door shut, because he immediately turned your way. Was he following you? Waiting for you? You couldn’t tell, but honestly, you didn’t care any longer. You mind was captured by his unbuttoned jacket, exposing his bare stomach, and a scar running along his abs line, leaving you powerless against him.  

Coming closer to meet Scott, you felt yourself giving in. He had already put too much time into all this, for it to be just another of his games. Scott was being nice to you, so why push him away? It’s not like you were going to marry him and live happily ever after, but giving him a chance would be something. Something you might even enjoy.  

Scott was inches away, glancing down into your eyes. His messy hair was casting shadow over his dark gaze, making you weak in your knees. After looking around, very timidly you ran your fingertips through his exposed scar, feeling his radiating skin. You wanted him so badly, you could feel the heat accumulating between your legs just thinking about it.

Felt like it was now or never, and you decided to go for it.

“Do you have a condom?” you whispered, glancing at him.

“What if I do?” Scott asked, trying to play cool, but you could see the surprise in his eyes.

“Then it’s your lucky day,” you giggled dragging him back to the ladies room, into one of the stalls.

“What if somebody catch us? Aren’t you going to lose your job?” Scott slowed down a little.

“I hate this job,” you smirked, closing the door and wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer into a kiss.

You were delicate at first, slowly tasting his fleshy lips, your hands wandering along his sides, slowly reaching inside the jacket, your fingertips brushing his satin skin. Just as you reached Scott’s ribs, you felt his muscles tense and he bounced back a little with a giggle leaving his mouth.

“What a sensitive boy,” you smirked, pulling him closer again, invading his mouth with your tongue this time, writing your name inside his throat. Scott’s palms were on your ass, squeezing it tightly, his bulge pressing on your stomach, throbbing in his tight jeans.

Scott was slowly lifting the hem of your skirt, his hands getting closer to your heat, fidgeting with your skin, and then you felt his fingertips tucked inside your panties, dragging them down. His fingers were navigating through your folds, finding your swollen clit, and rubbing circles on it, while he was passionately kissing your lips.

An unexpected moan left your mouth and Scott had to cover it firmly with his palm, giving you a displeased stare. Finding this funny, you naughtily took two of Scott’s fingers in your mouth, sucking on them, hollowing your cheeks and gazing into his dark lustful eyes, while his other hand was skillfully working your clit. You wanted to scream at how good it felt.

As you were unzipping Scott’s jeans, you felt two of his fingers smoothly sliding inside of your throbbing pussy, slowly stretching you before you take him.

“You’re tight, baby, I want to prepare you a little bit,” he whispered, but the time wasn’t on your side, knowing the theater would be closing soon.

“We have to be quick,” you moaned, dragging his jeans down, and pushing him onto the covered seat. Scott’s thick fingers fell out of you and he took them in his mouth, slowly licking your juices off, maintaining a sultry eye contact. The sight gave you shivers, and the pressure in your lower stomach was getting unbearable.

“So sweet,” he said licking his lips, and went into his pocket to grab a silver packet.

While Scott was giving himself a few strokes and sliding a condom on, you stepped out of your panties that had been left hanging between your ankles and straddled him. Feeling his tip brushing against your slit, you helped him line with your entrance and lowered yourself gradually. He was really big and you felt flames in your walls, but Scott was patiently waiting for you to adjust, his fingers softly brushing your hair.

Getting more comfortable, you started moving faster, taking him all in, feeling his length hitting you in the right spot. Scott’s hands were on your hips keeping your balance, and his lips were placing wet kisses all over your neck. Every thrust was audible with your skin slapping against each other and your wet pussy splashing every time he went all the way in.

Scott had noticed that your thighs were getting tired, so he stood up with you hanging around him, your legs wrapped across his waist. With your back set against the wall, Scott drove into you with force, you could feel and hear his balls slapping your ass and you felt your release coming.

“Scott, I’m close, please just don’t stop,” you whimpered, with incoherent cries leaving your throat, as you felt him pushing even harder. Your abdomen cramped and you came undone with moans that were probably too loud, but you couldn’t care less.

Scott was still jamming into you vigorously, grunting as he came hard, stalling inside of you, with his throbbing cock pulsating against your walls. He was panting, as he looked up to you and smiled, “You’re good?” he asked, catching his breath. But you only managed to nod eagerly, as he was letting your feet to the ground, pulling out of you slowly.

With remaining tingles in your belly, you put your panties on and carefully peeked out to see if it was safe to leave. Leading the way, you held Scott’s hand and asked him to wait outside the restroom until you fixed your hair and make up, again. You wanted to hate yourself for this, but instead of feeling guilt or regret, you could only feel ecstasy in your veins. This was too good to let go.

As you were leaving the restroom, Scott greeted you with a wide grin, taking you by the hand. “I know this isn’t the exact order of how relationships go, but how about that drink now?” he asked modestly.

“Fine, just let me drop my uniform,” you smiled, rising on your toes to give him a little kiss and disappeared into the staff room.

[enbychuya]

SEPTEMBER’S RAID

A/N Here is the first part of my fic for @grishaversebigbang 

CORPORALKI: @dirtyhandsnet, @jesper-faheyyy, and @softgr3mlin

MATERIALKI: @cla-oh (here!), @corpsecro (art here!), @siloueta, @myghostwontassociate

SUMMARY: Join your favorite Crows in a hilarious adventure full of challenges, stealth, and forty-five million kruge as our main characters gear up for the wildest heist of their lives...AREA 51. 

Here’s a link to the fic on Ao3!

[PART ONE UNDER THE CUT]

PART ONE: THE PLAN Kaz Brekker interlaced his gloved hands, staring down the Wylan. “Why should I break into Area 51 for you? I don’t see a benefit.” Wylan shifted his weight. “Well, we could get the gang moving again. It’s been a while since we’ve been together. Also, I’ll give you money.” “How much?” He narrowed his eyes. “How does forty million kruge sound?” “Delightful. Make it fifty, and then we’ll talk.” “My father gave you thirty for breaking into the Ice Court!” Wylan protested. “It’s your business offer. I’ll fold. A bit. Forty-five, and you need to contact Nina and Inej.” He nearly choked. “But we haven’t heard from Inej since she left.” “You haven’t. Make it happen, or there won’t be a heist.” Kaz stood from his desk chair, crow-headed cane already firmly in his hand. “I just thought you could do it because I didn’t think anyone else could.” Everything came out in one breath. “And it would be fucking cool to find out if aliens exist.” “It’s a challenge, I know that much. But for forty-five million kruge…” His facial expression had shifted to one Wylan knew quite well. Scheming face. “I need you and that boyfriend of yours. We have a heist to pull off.” ~~~ Inej Ghafa, Dirtyhands’ former spider, had unsheathed her knives yet again. She had captured the captain of a slave ship, and now his blood would spill on the deck as payment for the passage. Assigning one of her crewmates to man the ship, she crept down to the hold, freeing everyone. They could sail back to where they came from, or become a part of her crew. It was a choice, and an interesting one. She didn’t see the seagull at first until it dropped an envelope on the deck of the ship. She turned, curious. A perfect black seal with a crow’s head. She opened the envelope, and finding, in Jesper’s perfect scrawl, a letter, and a single dried flower. She unfurled it curiously. ‘Hi, Inej! No, you need to make it more formal! Okay, okay, fine. Dearest Inej, Kaz wants you to- THAT’S TOO ABRUPT! Okay, well, how about, you dictate, and I’ll write, merch? I thought we were already doing that!’ Inej had to laugh. That was definitely Wylan and Jesper. She missed watching them argue and drive each other wild. She continued to read, wondering what the couple had to say. Dearest Inej, we, Wylan and Jesper, and absolutely nobody else, would like to request for you to come back to Kerch for a job. Wylan, you have to mention Kaz at some point. Fine, Kaz wants you for another job and wanted us to tell you. We’re breaking into Area 51, but we need a way to get to the Southern Colonies. I thought we could perhaps get a boat from our favorite deadly captain? We’ll make it quick, we promise. Yeah, it was Jes’s idea to see if aliens exist. Also, we’re paying Kaz 45 million kruge so we kinda really need you to agree to this…’ Inej chuckled, watching their conversation heat up. Wow, 45 million kruge? She could buy a fleet of ships for that. It was a rather enticing proposal, and she DID want to see Nina and the gang again. And Kaz. Oh, saints, Kaz Brekker. Could she really stand two weeks on board her ship with the insufferable schemer? She thought of how he had found her family again, and how they had left off. Maybe she could. All she needed was an idea. Inej went to her quarters on the ship, plucking a pen off her desk, and dashed back a reply. I’ll be in the harbor by sundown tomorrow. ~~~

Nina woke to a letter, which had somehow found its way to her, in the middle of Ravka. She was traveling to go see Matthias, who was now living near Os Kervo. She had gone back to The Little Palace to seek training for her newfound powers and to separate herself from the dangerous drug that was jurda parem, and it had mostly succeeded. She still felt the empty cravings sometimes, burning her from the inside out, but not of the magnitude she had the first few weeks. She opened the letter cautiously, hoping it was something from Matthias. Nina was only mildly disappointed when she realized it was Jesper’s tidy lettering and not the penmanship of her boyfriend. Nina, darling, we’d love to have you back in Ketterdam for a heist (read: Wylan made an irresponsible financial decision and now we’re going to Area 51 with Kaz and we need you). Anyway, bring Matthias, we’ll meet you at the harbor in Os Kervo with Inej if our plan goes well. Oh, and if you need an incentive, we’re paying Kaz forty-five million kruge and splitting it. And yes, I will buy you all the waffles you could possibly eat. She laughed a bit, Jesper’s humor still evident, even in writing form. She was quite partial to Kerch waffles, though, and it wouldn’t hurt to see her friends again. See you in Ravka! xoxo Jesper and Wylan. Nina smiled slightly. Of course, she would go visit Wylan and Jesper, and she was sure Matthias wouldn’t mind coming, too. But a little twinge of doubt struck her. What if she still wasn’t powerful enough to be useful? No. She had spread the plague without her old powers and helped save Kuwei Yul-Bo from being hunted. She could do this. Besides, her friends wouldn’t care if she could still crush someone’s windpipe or drop their pulse, just if she stayed alive. She was glad to be near Kribirsk, but the idea of crossing what had used to be the Unsea still made her uneasy. Who knew if the Darkling would be back? She continued on, determination burning in her chest. After the Ice Court, she felt like Area 51 would be a piece of cake. One last heist, if only for old times’ sake. She figured she would write back as soon as she was able, but she still had to worry about getting to Os Kervo safely. It would take her a few days until she reached it, but the road from Kribirsk would take her right to it. ~~~ Jesper paced anxiously, waiting for the replies from Nina, Matthias, and Inej. Wylan was sprawled on one of the chairs in the living room, watching his boyfriend carefully. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, Jes. Kaz said-” “Kaz says a lot of things, merchling. Whether or not he means them is another story. I don’t think even he can predict how Nina and Inej will react to the letters. We basically commanded them to come.” “I know, Jesper. I think Nina will be excited, especially since you promised waffles. Inej, well, she’s free now, but she is going to steer the ship.” He stood, and took Jesper’s hand. “Like most of Kaz’s plans, this one is bound to succeed.” The letter from Inej swept gracefully onto the floor from the leg of a passing crow, and Jesper picked it up. He scanned the single line, brow furrowing before he broke into a grin. “‘I’ll be in the harbor by sundown tomorrow.’” He read it excitedly. “We have to let Kaz know. I’ll bet he’ll want to see her.” “And I’ll bet that there’s gonna be tension of some sort. Let’s hope things aren’t batshit crazy, we ARE going to sail for two weeks.” “I thought we were going to the Southern Colonies.” Jesper’s shoulders had relaxed and he stopped pacing. “That’s where Area 51 is, isn’t it?” It was Wylan’s turn to fidget. “Actually, I’m not quite sure where it is. Kaz just said we’d be going. It’s probably past the Southern Colonies, in some remote place we don’t know.” “I think it’s called Nevada, and it’s definitely a place people know.” Wylan laughed. “I know, Nevada has a lot of people. I just mean Area 51 as a whole, it’s in a remote spot of Nevada. I hope Kaz has a simple plan.” “When does Kaz ever have a simple plan?” “Touché.” Jesper settled on the couch near Wylan, his leg bouncing slightly. “We need to let Kaz know, though. He was starting to make an alternative plan,” Wylan said sensibly. “For forty-five million kruge, Kaz will make hundreds of plans.” Wylan smirked. “Who’s telling Kaz that Inej said yes?” “Whoever didn’t promise Nina all the waffles she could eat,” Jesper grinned. “I AM the one who’s paying Kaz. I suppose it’s best I do it,” Wylan relented. “No mourners,” Jesper murmured. “No funerals,” Wylan finished.

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The Ride

The Ride: An Iron Man Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  James Rhodes/Tony Stark

Word Count:  1614

Warnings:  Just some talk about Tony being a bit of a slut

Synopsis:   Rhodey confronts Tony when he starts to slip back into his old ways following the break up with Pepper. Turns out they have both been keeping a pretty big secret.

The Ride

Rhodey watched from the lobby as Bobbi, Tony’s new assistant showed a bewildered-looking redhead around the gift shop, throwing random Iron Man merchandise into a basket.  He sighed and shook his head.  Of course, she was a redhead.  This return to the scene since Pepper had left had so far been a long string of women, at least three out of four having red hair.  The giving them an Iron Man gift basket after the event was the cherry on top of what was primarily a shit sundae.  Why for the love of everything good, Tony Stark had decided that the women he slept with needed a t-shirt with his face on it after was beyond reason.

He watched as she was ushered into the street and waited for Bobbi at the elevator.

“Hi, Colonel Rhodes.”  The small blond said cheerily as he held the door open for her.

“Bobbi.  Doing the tour I see.”  He said hitting the number for Tony’s lab.

Bobbi rolled her eyes.  “There was two last night.  The other one decided to sneak out at about two with her shoes in her hand.”

The elevator started moving as Rhodey shook his head.  “Another redhead?”

Bobbi shook her head.  “No, not this time.  I guess he only needs one at a time.  I wish he’d realize that the thing he liked about Pepper was her brains though.  That’d be nice.”

Rhodey huffed and shook his head.  “I keep just going ‘It’s temporary, it’s temporary.  Big break up.’  Starting to think he’s given up.”

Bobbi frowned.  “Yeah, well.  I hope not.  Didn’t really sign up for this to have to be the bad guy as soon as I get in.”

The elevator stopped on some offices and Rhodey patted her on the shoulder.  “Well, he did give his last assistant his whole company.  So you never know where you’ll end up, hey?”

Bobbi laughed as she stepped out into the hall.  “I can dream big I guess.  Have a good one, Colonel.”

“You too, Bobbi.”  He replied.

The doors closed and the elevator just stood there.  “FRIDAY, what’s going on?”

“Mr. Stark has said he wanted privacy,”  FRIDAY replied.

“FRIDAY…”  Rhodey said dragging the word out.

“But Mr. Stark…”  FRIDAY began.

“FRIDAY.”  Rhodey interrupted sternly.  There was the count of three and the elevator started moving.  “Thank you, FRIDAY.”

The elevator stopped and doors flew open much faster than normal and when he stepped out into the lab then slammed shut behind him.  Tony was hunched over a bench using his soldering iron on a small circuit board, he kept shifting his weight from one foot to the other, his ass popped out and wriggling with each movement. Rhodey made his way over to him and slapped his ass.

Tony jumped up, swore and turned to Rhodey grinning.  “Getting a bit fresh there, platypus.”  He teased, turning back to the board.  “Ah shit, I burnt a hole right through it.”  He said and tossed the whole thing in the trash.  “FRIDAY can you print me up another one?”  He said spinning some plans on the screen in front of him and quickly switching one of the circuits paths.

“Right away, Mr. Stark.” The AI replied.

Tony turned back to Rhodey.  “What’s up, buttercup?  You’re here early.”

“Thought we could go grab some breakfast,”  Rhodey said.

Tony furrowed his brow.  “Well as much as I’d love to go on a date with you, I’m kinda busy.”

Rhodey scoffed.  “Bullshit.  Come on.”

Tony hesitated, looking between Rhodey and the bench before grabbing his jacket, shrugging it on and following Rhodey to the elevator.  “So what are we doing?  Don’t you have important work to be getting to?”  Tony asked as they started traveling down.

Rhodey shrugged.  “Not since I got on the Avengers’ payroll.”

“I suppose you think you’re funny.”  Tony teased.  “But really?  We don’t go to breakfast.”

“Saw your latest conquest getting ushered out, man.  You’re giving them gift baskets now?”  Rhodey said.

“Hey, they took the ride.  Only fair they get to take home a souvenir.”  Tony said, nudging Rhodey.  The joke didn’t quite make it all the way to his voice though and as the elevator came to a stop and Rhodey looked him up and down.

“Why are you doing this to yourself, man?”  He asked.

“Doing what exactly?”  Tony asked.  A couple of teenaged girls came rushing over and Tony posed for a selfie quickly before moving on.

“The whole Playboy thing.  Sleeping around.  That.”  Rhodey said as they started walking again.

Tony pulled a face, pursing his lips and his eyebrows knitted together.  “What do you mean doing it to myself.  It’s who I am.  Who I’ve always been.  This is my natural state.”

Rhodey sighed and patted Tony on the back.  “You were just in a really significant long-term relationship.”

“Yeah, which failed.  I ran it into the ground and it caught fire.  There were hundreds of casualties.”  Tony huffed.

Rhodey laughed and pointed at a café midway down the block.  “That was dramatic even for you, Tony.”

“You know what I mean.  It crashed and burned and that was because of me.  I can’t keep people.  Look at me.  Everyone leaves eventually.  This,”  He said gesturing up and down his chest.  “Is it.  I’ve accepted it.”

Rhodey opened the door to the café and Tony stepped inside.  There was a brief pause as everyone fell silent and craned their heads to see him.  One of the servers rushed over and grabbed some menus.  “Hello, Mister Stark.”  She said with a bright smile.  “Table for two?”

Tony nodded and pointed to an empty booth that hadn’t been cleaned off yet.  “That one.”  There was a scurry of movement as the booth was cleaned off in record time, silverware being placed down as Tony slid into the chair.   “Can we get you any drinks?”

“Coffee.  Black.   And sparkling water.”  Tony said.

“And for you, sir?”  She asked, Rhodey.

“I’ll have the same.”  He said.  The server scurried away and Rhodey trained his sights back on to Tony.  “Relationships fall apart, Tony.  But you were happy.  You just had different things you wanted.  Next time…”

“Next time.  Right.”  Tony scoffed.  “What’s the point?  I got shown pretty early on that I’m unlovable.  People leave me.  That’s what they do.”

Rhodey narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath.  “You keep saying that, but I’m still here.”

“Yeah well too bad you’re straight,”  Tony said rolling his eyes.

Rhodey raised one eyebrow.  “Who said I was straight?”

Tony stared at him blankly and pulled his sunglasses to the end of his nose.  “You… You said you were.”

“When?  When have I ever said that?”  Rhodey pressed.

“But… But… You’re always with women…”  Tony stuttered.

“When? When am I with women?”  Rhodey asked, exasperated.

“When… When we… and I…”  He stopped talking and his eyes went wide.  “What.  The.  Fuck?  Platypus?”

“Figured it out?”  Rhodey asked.

“But… But…  Why didn’t you tell me?”  Tony asked.

“Does it matter?  I don’t really date.”  He didn’t add because he’d been pining for a certain genius billionaire.  There was no reason he had to know that.

“Yes.  Yes, it matters.  You’re my best friend.  You know everything…”  He stopped and rubbed his hand through his hair.

“Yeah.  Too much.  But that’s nothing.  Who cares if I like men?  The only difference now is instead of saying too bad Rhodey’s straight, you say it about yourself.”  Rhodey said with a roll of his eyes.

The waitress came over and put their drinks on the table.  “Two black coffees.  Are you ready to order?”

Tony started stirring his coffee with a spoon watching the little whirlpool effect he’d made.  “Waffles.  Whole wheat if you have them.”

“Certainly, Mr. Stark.”  The girl said writing on her notepad.  “And you, Colonel Rhodes?”

“I’ll take the light breakfast.”  He said.  She scribbled on the pad and took the menus away.

“Light, huh?”  Tony asked.

“Well, I’m not getting any younger, Tony,”  Rhodey replied.

Tony dropped his eyes and kept watching as he stirred his coffee.  “I can’t you know.”  He said.

Rhodey took a sip of his coffee.  It was bitter and slightly burned but the caffeine hit the spot.  He looked at Tony with his eyebrows raised.  “Can’t what?”

“Can’t say it’s a shame I’m straight,”  Tony answered.

“Why because you like being straight?”  Rhodey asked, feeling slightly confused.

“What?  No.  I mean… I’m not.”  Tony said.

“Well if you’re gay you’ve built that closet pretty fucking big there, honey.”  Rhodey scoffed.

Tony scrunched his nose and looked up at Rhodey over the top of his glasses.  “There is another option there, sour patch.”

Rhodey stared at him blinking.  “What?  No…”  Tony nodded his head, a little smirk on his lips.  “Since when?”

“Always.  I just don’t advertise it.  I had an image I had to live up to.”  Tony said scrunching up the side of his face.  “Besides, I thought you were straight.”

Rhodey shook his head and started laughing.  “You mean, all this time?”

Tony scooted closer to him and placed his hand on top of Rhodey’s.  “Looks that way.”

“Well, aren’t we a couple of fucking idiots?”  Rhodey asked.

Tony took off his glasses and rubbed his eye with the back of his hand.  “I’d say that was an accurate statement.”  He looked up into Rhodey’s eyes with a look of hope he hadn’t seen in him for a long time.  “So now what?”

“Well, now I think…”  Rhodey said and brought his lips to Tony’s.  Even as he knew people were pulling out their phones to capture the moment, the world disappeared.

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Debt - Patrick Stump x Reader

Request: Hi, could you do a Patrick x Reader and FOB never really made it and just do small gigs, so Patrick is working part time in a music store and falls in love with a girl he works with? Like he starts to slip little love notes into her locker etc and always gets her a coffee if they're working early mornings. Eventually she finds out it's him leaving the love letters and it's just pure fluff  

Word count: 2 853

Rubbing the last sleepiness out of your eyes, you pushed open the door to the backroom of the cozy record store you were working at. Lazy morning sun light fell through the small window at the far side of the room, beautifully painting the many particles of dust into the air.

You walked past the old wooden table that stood in the middle of the room, on which the leftovers of the still broken coffee machine were resting. The old thing had given up after having worked probably longer than you were alive, and one of your coworkers had decided on tearing it to pieces, in the hopes of fixing it. Judging by the carelessly discarded pieces, he had failed.

You sighed, picturing another long morning without your sweet, caffeinated treat, before pulling open the metal door to your locker. Just like the past couple of days, a small note, written on a piece of white paper, fluttered out, causing you to take a step back in surprise, but you caught the twirling note before it reached the floor.

You did not have to unfold the little paper to know that most likely it would contain another sweet message, like the others you had found so far. So instead of immediately opening it, you quickly pushed your bag and your jacket into the locker, pinned your name tag on your shirt, and locked the door to your locker again, before you leant against the window still, and took a deep breath, finally opening the little piece of paper.

“It’s hard to look at you, and not be blinded by the light of the thousand stars that seem to sparkle with your every move. Hearing your voice is like this spherical music that sometimes plays in documentaries about space, and everything just seems to fall in place.”

You smiled at the strange little note. It was not the first time that whoever had written these messages compared you to unusual phenomena of nature. In yesterday’s note, it had said your happiness refracted light like a prism, and was more colorful and varied than the Great Barrier Reef. But you did not mind, in fact you loved the unusual comparisons, and more than once you found yourself secretly thinking of a specific blonde coworker of yours, hoping that maybe he might be the one slipping the notes into your locker.

Anyways you knew for sure that if it really would be Patrick, you would not hesitate for a single split second to ask him out. But without knowing for sure it was him, you were far too timid to do that.

You were still deep in thought about a certain pair of blue eyes, when the bell to the shop rang, signaling someone had entered. You quickly slipped the note into your pocket, and stepped out of the break room into the shop.

The delicious smell of fresh, hot coffee immediately met your nose, and you almost whined a little, being reminded how the coffee machine was still broken.

“Black, two sugars, am I right?”

Sparkling blue eyes met yours as a warm paper cup got pressed into your hands.

“Ahm, yes,” you answered surprised, but a soft smile on your face as Patrick walked behind the counter you were already standing behind, and threw his jacked onto a box with old records.

“Knew it,” he grinned before taking a sip of his own coffee.

“How much do I owe you,” you asked, also carefully sipping on your hot beverage, relishing the taste of the bitter, yet sweet liquid as it ran down your throat.

“Nothing, it’s fine,” Patrick grinned, and hopped to sit on top of the counter.

“No really, how much?”

“Really nothing,” he assured you with a sweet smile that melted your heart.

“Thank you,” you whispered over the top of your cup, keeping your eyes on the young man.

“You’re welcome,” he replied cheerfully, holding your gaze for what would have usually been slightly too long, had it not been Patrick.

~*~

It was well in the middle of the day now, and Patrick had just finished helping his last customer, which gave him a little bit of time to carefully watch you. You had been sorting in new records when a helpless young girl had approached you. Now you were both standing in front of a shelf filled to the brim with records of classical pieces. Patrick had overheard how the girl was looking for something for her grandfather, and you had made it your responsibility to help her as well as possible. For about twenty minutes now you were walking her through the different composers, explaining their individual works, and the variety of records by multiple orchestras and conductors.

Patrick watched as your gesticulated, waving your hand through the air. He had noticed that you really did it rather often, especially when you were excited about something. Obviously he was aware that it seemed creepy, him watching you so intently, but he could not help himself. Whenever you were in the room, his gaze was magically pulled over to where you were, and when you were not around, his thoughts chased after the images of you that his memories had captured.

And it was not like he was trying to do something to you. He left notes with sweet comments, at least he hoped you thought they were sweet, and he brought you coffee. Maybe one day he would work up the courage to tell you how he felt, but not very soon, as he feared. Slipping that first note into your locker had already been the most terrifying thing he had ever done in his life, even more terrifying than the first concert with his little band. No way he would find it in him to walk up to you, and confess his feelings.

While his thoughts had gone wandering, he had not noticed how the girl you had helped, had decided on a record. You had walked up to the register with her, and brushed past Patrick, which made him jump in surprise.

“Welcome back in the land of the living,” you joked sweetly at his wide eyes while scanning the bar code of the vinyl.

Patrick wanted to slap himself, feeling embarrassed about having zoned out, but the smile on your lips was taking his breath away, and was more than making up for everything, so he just giggled quietly.

Noon ticked closer, and while the shop emptied a little over lunch time, Patrick’s stomach started complaining about the lack of food.

“Hungry,” you asked, standing next to Patrick.

With the lack of customers in the shop you had started working on organizing some paperwork. Patrick blushed a little, once more feeling embarrassed. You surely had to think he was a greedy-guts now.

“I’m starving too,” you stepped away from the counter and stretched your arms behind your back, “want me to pick something up from the bakery?”

You eyed Patrick carefully, waiting for his answer, until he nodded hesitantly.

“Here, five should be enough for a sandwich, right,” he wondered, fishing a five dollar bill from his pocket and handing it to you.

“Definitely,” you grinned, taking the money, “any preferences? Ham and cheese, egg and salad, tomato-mozzarella?”

Patrick watched you as you stepped into the break room, and grabbed your jacket, pulling the thin fabric over your shoulders.

“Tomato-Mozzarella sounds great, thanks,” he answered, quickly averting his gaze as you turned back to him.

“Any dessert? Muffin, cake, waffles, anything?”

“Nah, I’m fine,” he shook his head, looking down his body judgingly, “got enough on my hips.”

Your eyes followed his, noticing how he stared disapprovingly at the little outwards dent of his shirt around his belly. Admittedly you quiet liked that he was not one of these thin, tall bean stacks. He was round and soft, and very nice to hug. But this was probably hardly the right moment to tell him that you had given the, in his opinion few too many, pounds a lot of thought.

“Your loss,” you shrugged, “I’ll definitely get some strawberry cake.”

Patrick smiled at your comment, already looking forward to seeing the pride on your face when you would come back to the shop with your treasure.

You had just walked out the door, when you turned around again.

“Last chance, dessert?”

“I’m fine,” he smiled again, and you shook your head in bewilderment, stepping onto the street.

You really had wanted Patrick to agree on a dessert so you could surprise him with paying for it. Now it seemed like you would have to force him a little, because as much as Patrick wanted to deny it, you knew he was secretly craving something sweet after lunch.

~*~

Fifteen minutes later you entered back into to small shop. Patrick was sitting behind the counter on one of the swivel chairs, and hummed along to a tune that played over the stereo.

“I hope you like chocolate,” you grinned, throwing him the small paper bag with his sandwich and a chocolate muffin.

An involuntary grin spread over Patrick’s face as he tore open the bag, and the sweet smell of chocolate reached his nose.

“You are the impossible,” he sighed with a shake of his head, trying to sound annoyed.

You hopped onto the counter, just like Patrick had done a few hours prior, propping your feet against the arm rest of Patrick’s chair, and grinned.

“You can just admit that you love me,” you laughed, unpacking your own sandwich, and taking a bite.

Patrick watched you intently, fully aware that he was staring. Taking a deep breath, he tore himself back into the present.

“What can I say,” he joked, “you make it hard not to.”

Oh how true, he thought to himself.

~*~

The last two hours of your shift were spent chatting quietly. You ended up sharing the dessert, both of you eating half of the chocolate muffin, half of the strawberry cake. Patrick tried to pay you for the sweets, but you declined. So he made it into a game for the last rest of your workday to try and slip the money to you. You even caught him trying to put it into the pocket of your jacket, which you had put back onto the coat rag in the break room.

In the early afternoon more customers entered the shop again, and at times it almost got a little hectic, so that you were glad when finally your coworkers for the next shift arrived.

Patrick was still helping a customer, but you were desperate to get outside, hoping to spend the sunny afternoon in the park. You pulled open your locker, and almost expected another note to fall out, but of course there was nothing. How could there? The whole day so far the only ones back here had been Patrick and you, and you honestly did not think that any of the college kids from the afternoon shift would slip sweet, secret notes into your locker.

Grabbing your backpack and swinging it over your shoulder, you slammed the locker shut, and walked out of the break room, waving at your coworkers and Patrick, before you strode out of the shop into the sunny spring afternoon. When you had gotten lunch, you had already noticed that it would be a beautiful afternoon and evening, and even though the sun was already shining warmly, the wind was still cool. Shivering you rubbed your arms. Where was your jacket?

Sighing you remembered having left it on the coat rag, back at the shop, so you turned around, and skipped the few meters back into the shop.

“Missed us already,” Ben, the young man currently working the register, asked grinning.

“Sooo much,” you laughed, walking behind the counter, “I just forgot my jacket and-“

You had pushed open the door to the break room, finding Patrick standing in front of your locker. In his hand he was holding a small, neatly folded paper, which he had already pushed halfway underneath the thin metal door. Alarmed, his head shot around, and his eyes widened comically, his cheeks flushing pink as he realized that it was you who had disturbed him.

“What-“

Questioningly you looked at him, until it finally clicked. The notes you had been receiving over the past weeks had really been from Patrick all along!

Quickly you stepped into the room, and closed the door behind you, giving the two of you some more privacy to talk.

“It’s not-“ Patrick started, but stopped himself. “It’s exactly what it looks like.”

He hung his head, the note that was still clawed in his hand slipping out of your locker again.

“So the notes were from you,” you stated, taking a few careful steps towards Patrick, whose heart was painfully beating in his throat.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, keeping his eyes locked to the floor.

“Sorry for what? Sending me cute messages that made my day?”

“Sorry for making you think it would be someone… interesting. Someone who… you know… has more to offer. You must’ve thought it was someone really cool, and now it’s just me, sorry.”

“Just you?” you raised your eyebrows, the words Patrick spoke feeling like daggers in your heart, “I hoped the whole time that it was you! And really, you are a very cool person in my opinion, so please don’t say that!”

You had crossed the room, and were now standing right in front of Patrick. Gently you brushed your fingers over his hands.

“Will you look at me please,” you asked, your voice almost a little shaky.

Hesitantly Patrick lifted his eyes to follow your plea. At first he seemed scared, vulnerable, as if he was expecting you to shout at him any moment. But when you did not, instead slowly closed your fingers around his, and smiled softly, his expression relaxed. The fear melted away, the insecurity, and revealed warmth, which you had often seen in his eyes when he looked at you, only this time it was so much more intense.

“You don’t mind that it was me,” he asked quietly, his breath fanning over you cheeks, so close were you two standing.

“As I said, I really hoped it would be you, just didn’t think that would be possible,” you admitted.

A small smile pulled at Patrick’s lips, and his gaze got even softer. Nervously his eyes flickered to your lips and back up to your eyes, and he gulped a little.

“Can I kiss you,” he asked, his voice hoarse from nerves.

You nodded; your mouth all of a sudden too dry to talk. Patrick grinned a little more, and leant forward, pressing his lips against yours for a short moment, before he pulled away again, checking your expression. When he saw the soft pink hue on your cheeks, and the shy smile on your lips, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly leant back in, this time kissing you hard. He pulled you flush against him by your hips, before he wrapped his arms around your back, keeping you close to his body. You gasped slightly, feeling like your heart was jumping out of your chest at his sudden action. Allowing him to take the lead, far too overwhelmed with what was happening, you wrapped your fingers into Patrick’s soft hair, feeling the single strands run through your fingers. Soon both of you were gasping for air, and you pulled away, giggling immediately when you saw how Patrick seemed literally to be glowing with joy.

“What,” he asked still smiling, but rubbing his neck nervously.

You shook your head, trying to contain your wide smile, and reached up to his neck, gently brushing over the smooth skin before pulling back again.

“Just… You.”

Patrick laughed quietly, realizing you had used the same words which just a minute ago had allowed to make him realize that you had a completely different image of him than he had expected.

“Do you… I don’t know, do you maybe wanna go for a coffee,” he offered, hopefully glancing at you.

“I’d love to go for an ice cream in the park, if you don’t mind,” you suggested in return, remembering your plan on going to the park, already having the spot in mind, which you wanted definitely show Patrick.

“That sounds amazing,” he nodded eagerly, and offered you his arm to link yours with.

“Wait, my jacket!”

Quickly you grabbed the jacket from the coat rag, making a small dollar note flutter from one of your pockets.

Narrowing your eyes, you turned to Patrick.

“I told you, you don’t need to pay me for the muffin!”

In pretend annoyance you stuffed the note into one of Patrick’s trouser pockets, then took the arm he was still offering you.

He sighed in resignation.

“Okay, but then I’ll pay for the ice cream.”

“No.”

“Yes, yes I will.”

“Patrick Stump, I can pay for my own food.”

“I know you can, but I want to invite you!”

 “Okay.”

[bert-thefrog]

The Ending: An Edenbrook Fic - Part 3

*Part 1 Here

Part 2 Here*

Harper Emery’s POV

“You know I love you right?” Bryce rolls round in the bed to face me, propping himself up on one elbow as I lie beside him, flush against his naked body. “Oh please, I bet you say that to all the girls.” I roll my eyes, biting back a delighted grin at his words. “Aha! That’s where you’re wrong. You, Harper Emery, are not a girl. You are a woman.” His hand glides down my skin beneath the duvet, face burying into the crook of my neck as he pulls me on top of him. “Well let this ‘woman’ teach you a thing or two then Dr. Lahela.” I smirk, capturing his wrists and securing them against the pillows playfully. “It’s so hot when you take charge.” He teases, eyes sparkling as they drink in my body.

I’m awoken from my dream, or rather from reliving my memories by the seemingly never ending pressure on my bladder, telling me I have to go pee. Again. “Goddammit kid.” I mutter to my ballooning stomach, swinging my legs over the side of the bed so my toes disappear beneath the bump and beginning my regular waddle towards the bathroom. I’m creeping up on my due date and I don’t know how much more of this I can take. When I re-emerge from the bathroom, drying my hands; I pause to appreciate the view through the open curtains. Weak January sunlight filters through, the dawn glow breaking through the grey curtain of clouds and bathing my bedroom in its milky light. “I miss you.” I speak to the empty room, the only response is a slight twinge in my stomach as my baby moves. Oh god. The twinge gets stronger, becoming a sharp nudging in my gut. “Oh no you don’t. You’re staying put.” I stare down at my belly, smiling fondly and stroking the little bean. It’s as my hands brush the soft fabric of my sweater, I realize this is one of Bryce’s. I’d forgotten he left his clothes here sometimes. It doesn’t hurt as much anymore, to be reminded of him. The thought of him is like a warm blanket, reminding me I was loved, even if I’m not sure I was the only one. I sit on the edge of the bed, playing with the hem of my sweater as it stretches over my bump when another pain hits, stronger this time. “Seriously? You can’t wait? You’re just like your dad.” I roll my eyes, taking my phone from off the nightstand to let Ethan know what’s happening. It’s still only around seven in the morning, I don’t want to wake Aurora up by ringing her, she has work today, but it’s too early to head for the hospital and I’m so lonely here. My mind wanders, imagining exactly how this all would’ve gone down if Bryce was still here. Would he have been happy? Would he have moved in with me, spending nights wrapped up in the duvet talking to our baby as it developed? I can almost see his face lighting up at the first kick. Right now as my first contractions started, would he be calm or freaking out?

Ethan Ramsey’s POV

Harper sits alone in a private room on the maternity wing, swinging her legs absentmindedly from the hospital bed as she waits. “Her waters broke a little while ago, we’re just waiting for her to dilate now.” A nurse updates me, passing through the hallway with her clipboard, looking busy. “Thanks Marlene.” I flash her a quick smile and head in there myself, Harper glances up as I enter, her brown eyes sparkling. “Oh no, you are not delivering this baby.” She laughs, shaking her head.

“Why not? I’ve seen it all before.” I mock her, taking a seat beside her on the stuff waffle print blanket. “I’m joking, I just came to see how you’re doing, and bring you these.” I pull a trip of sunflowers from behind my back, watching as her face lights up at the sight of them. “You remembered.” She beams, taking them from me and holding them close, almost hugging them. “Of course I did.” She breathes in sharply, hands flying to her abdomen and giving a low groan. “Contraction?”

“Mmmm yeah.” She winces, bending over with exertion.

“I’ll get the nurse to administer an epidural asap.” I promise, as my pager goes off, reminding me I have a hundred other duties to see to. “I’ll see you soon.” She bares her teeth at me in an attempt of a smile as I head out the door. “Can’t wait.”

Casey Valentine’s POV

“Will you come with me?” Aurora pleads, holding my hand and turning the full force of her puppy dog eyes on me. “I hope you know begging really does not suit you.” I tease her, packing my scrubs into a gym bag as we prepare to leave after our shift. “Please I’m desperate.”

“Aurora. It’s a baby. It’s not going to eat you.” I snort and she rolls her eyes in response.

“Yeah but it’s weird. My aunt having a baby to some mystery man.”

“I heard it’s Dr. Ramsey’s.” Elijah interjects and we all pause, bursting out laughing at the thought of Ramsey with a kid.

“Please god no. I already get enough Princess Nepotism comments from Varma because of my aunt.” Auroras eyes widen in horror.

“I’m coming now, calm down. Lets go meet your cousin.” I joke, linking arms with her as we exit.

Harper seems peaceful, lying in bed with a small burrito shaped swaddle in her arms. “Congrats aunt Harper.” Aurora shuffles her feet awkwardly in the doorway. “Aurora! Hey, could you go down to the canteen and get me something to eat?” Harper flashes a megawatt smile her way and Aurora all but sprints down the hall, grateful for the diversion. “Casey could you come in here a minute.” The chief calls me from where I’m lurking in the corridor. “What’s up?” I try to smile at her and fail.

“I wanted to apologize, for what I said that day, after the funeral. It was wrong of me.”

“It’s already forgotten about but, just for the record. No. We weren’t sleeping together. He’d met someone, someone he was actually serious about.” I pretend to miss the relieved smile on Emery’s face as she croons to her baby.

“What’s his name?” I eye the tiny bundle as he sleeps.

“Sunny. He’s been a little bit of light at the end of a very dark tunnel.” She sighs softly, disappearing into her own thoughts.

“I’ll give you some peace.” I make to leave, before spying the flowers in the corner of the room. “Oh and Harper?”

“Yeah?”

“Bryce loved sunflowers too.” I remark, we make eye contact and a fleeting look of understanding passes between us.

“I know.” She gives me a tiny smile as I head out the door an old memory stirring in the depths of my mind at this latest secret.

“Go on. Who is she?” I tease him in the locker room as he tries to cover up the hickies down his neck and chest. “No one!” He protests, grabbing for the concealer Jackie is holding just out of reach. “Uh-huh.” We laugh as he colours red, cheeks flushing as he finally grabs the concealer and begins trying to hide the evidence. “See you later Casanova.” Jackie chuckles, swanning away to her rounds. “Is there someone on the scene Bryce? Like for real?” I lean against the locker, offering him my colour corrector to better mask the purple marks down his skin. “Maybe. I don’t know! I wish I could tell you Casey, she’s, she’s incredible.” He shakes his head, unable to fight the smile spreading across his face. “She sounds great, I’m happy for you bud.” I hug him. “When do I get to meet her?”

“You already have.” He smirks, winking at me as we work together to hide last nights activities. “Oh come on! Now you have to tell me!” I protest as he shakes his head. “Let a man keep his secrets.” He chuckles, finishing up and handing me back my makeup.

Harper Emery’s POV

Sunny looks up at me with bright unblinking eyes, so like his fathers it hurts as we walk through the door to my apartment. “Welcome home.” I whisper, stroking his soft baby cheeks with the pad of my thumb. He gurgles happily, and as a doctor, I know it’s impossible but I swear he smiles at me. Either way I grin back, leaning in to breathe in his heavenly natural baby scent. “You’re my happy ending.” I murmur, kissing his forehead as we stand in the lone shaft of early spring sunshine reflecting on the hardwood floor. Finally at peace.

*tagging @lilyofchoices @msjpuddleduck @jax-matsuo-clan in the final installment*

*i don’t know what I think of this ending. It feels too positive, like I cheapened everything else also very obvious I don’t have kids*

[mrsprescott]

I (will never) give up on us

Request: Nathan and the reader get into a fight which causes them to “Break up”.

Genre: Angst, fluff

Word count: 1,710 A/n: this one is for @crszydrunkpotterhead. I am so sorry this took so long, I just have had a lot of personal things go down over the past few months. I hope you enjoy.

(Y/n) clenched her fists and her jaw tightened. She was taking short angry breaths and glaring at the man in front of her. “You know, I can’t help you Nathan if you shut me out and push me away. Is it your dad? Is he what’s making you like this today?”

“God, you’re such a nosy fucking bitch, even more so than Caulfield. I already told you to fuck off once.” He backed her up against the wall and his hands went on both sides of her head.

He leaned down until they were eye level, his cold ones met with her concerned ones. “Stay the fuck out of my business. I don’t need your help, never have and never will. Keep your nose out of where it doesn’t belong. It is really pathetic that you don’t realize how much of a useless burden you are. Now get the fuck out.”

Her face hardened, twisted up in a way he had never seen before. Her hands went up to his chest and she shoved him back. “You know what Nathan, I give up. I give up on you, on me, on fucking us. I am done. Done.” She slipped off the jacket she was wearing, his jacket, and threw it at him. “You can have every fucking thing back. Whatever you have in my dorm room will be at Victoria’s. You want me so un-involved in your life, so I guess this is granting a wish for you, huh? Every goddamn trace of me will be removed from yours.”

She marched over to the door and threw one last glance in his direction. Then she was gone, and he was left standing silently in the hallway. The gravity of the situation hadn’t quite hit him yet. He swallowed once, twice, three times before he stumbled backwards. He slid down the wall and his head fell forward. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, like he couldn’t speak. His head started hurt. ‘Good job Nathan, you once again managed to fuck up the only good thing you had going.’ He stayed there for a good half an hour. He didn’t seem to notice the odd glances thrown his way by the boys coming in and out of the dorm. He didn’t even react when Warren pulled out his phone and snapped a few pictures. Hayden had to practically carry him into his room. He tried asking Nathan what was wrong, but he never got a response. After about an hour of that, he left, turning off the light before telling Nathan to call him if he needed to ‘blaze or anything’. *** (Y/n) felt the tears welling up in her eyes by the time she was finally back in her room. She was shaking as she curled up into a ball on her bed. She felt her phone vibrate and she took it out of her pocket. The texts filling up her screen all had to do with Nathan in some way. Some were asking if he was okay, others came from the group chat that Warren accidentally added her into. The ones from that chat, which just consisted of stupid insults like ‘twitch’, made her more angry than she already was. She was half tempted to go off on all of them but decided it would be best for her to ignore them. She clicked off of her messages and froze when her eyes landed on her wallpaper. The tears once again welled up, but this time they spilled over. Her favorite picture of him was her screensaver. It was from a few years back when Nathan was in the school’s production of ‘The Tempest’. Nathan had been Caliban. She remembered how adorable he had looked in his makeup. She snapped the candid while he was smiling after their miraculously good performance. She had waited for him to change out of his costume and change out of his makeup outside of the tent. She clapped for him again, and pulled him into a hug before he could object. Much to her surprise, he hugged her back. She gave him a wink and a quick kiss on the cheek (probably a little too close to his lips) before she dashed off. He asked her out the next day. Well, it might be more accurate to say Victoria pushed him (literally pushed him into her) to ask her out the next day. She threw her phone as far away from her as she could manage, guilt was building up in the pit of her stomach. She heard it connect with something, and two loud thuds as her phone and whatever she had just knocked off her closet shelf hit floor. “Mother fucker.” (Y/n) muttered under her breath. She got out from her fluffy blankets with a huff. Pictures, movie ticket stubs, and letters were scattered all over. She laughed she picked up her old copy of “Planet Earth: Ocean Deep”. Nathan had loved watching the whales that episode, and (Y/N) loved watching the genuine smile that graced his beautiful face.It had only been a few hours, but she already missed him. She stared at the cover of the film for probably five more minutes. That’s when it hit her. She knew how she was going to see that smile again. (Y/n) slipped on her running shoes and grabbed her keys off of her desk and the movie. She switched off the lights and slammed the door shut behind her. She could hear Victoria yelling something behind her, but she honestly could care less at that point. She stopped at the lighthouse first, and made her way to the gift shop that was near there. She grabbed two whale plushies from the shelf and placed them the counter with a smile. Next on her list was the diner. She popped her knuckles before she walked up to the counter. She was met with the smiling face of her favorite waitress: Joyce. “Well hello hun, what can I get for you today?” “Just the usual Joyce, two orders of waffles with a side of bacon and two Cokes. Oh, and I was wondering if I could get it to go?” “Any reason why you and your boyfriend won’t be eating here tonight?” “Nathan,” she paused “isn’t feeling too well so I thought I’d just bring it to him instead.” Well, that wasn’t a complete lie. Or at least that’s what (Y/n) told herself. Joyce just winked at her and told her it was coming right up. She felt her phone buzz again and she slipped it out of her pocket. It was, as expected, from Vic. She was demanding to know what the hell was going on. (Y/n) sighed and hesitantly responded back that she and Nathan had fought and she was working on fixing it. She knew that would only cause her to be hit with a storm of more questions that she didn’t want to deal with so she just silenced her phone. She paid for the food and made her way back to her car. She took in a deep breath and drove back to the school. She got everything she needed from the seats of the vehicle and closed the door as softly as possible. She was certain David was lurking somewhere waiting to hassle any teen not in their dorms and didn’t want to alert him. She walked for a few moments but sprinted as fast as she could at the first sign of a flashlight. The boy’s dorm hall was empty, which was a plus. It was also surprisingly quiet for a Friday night, the only sound that (Y/n) heard was the floorboards creaking under her. She swallowed hard when she finally made it in front of his door. She knocked once, no answer. Twice, no answer. Three times, four, still no answer. She tried the handle and gave a mental cheer when it opened. That meant he was home. “Nathan?” (Y/n) called out into the darkness. She heard a sniffle. “(Y/n)?” “Yeah babe, it’s me. I’m going to turn the lights, okay.” She kicked the door shut and flipped the switch on the wall behind her. She stiffened when her eyes fell on him. His hair was all messy, his eyes were puffy and red, and she could see the watermarks tears had made his cheeks. She slipped off her shoes and left them by the door. “I bought some stuff, I hope that’s okay.” She lifted up the bags to show him and took a seat on his bed with him. “Nathan, I, uh, I wanted to say sorry. What I said was mean, and out of line. And I’m not done with you. I love you too much to ever be done with you and I’m so sorry. It was obvious that you didn’t want to talk and I should have respected that.”  (Y/n)’s eyes were watering. Her eyebrows furrowed when she saw Nathan’s head shaking ‘no’.  “(Y/n), it’s my fault. I was being a dick all day and lashed out. I honestly don’t know why you even came back, you don’t deserve this. You deserve so much better.” Her hands cupped his cheeks and she stared into his blue eyes. “You complete me, Nathan. So please, never say that again.” Her lips captured his sweetly. A smile smile was on her face when she pulled away. The night passed pretty quickly after that. After many lip locks during planet earth, whale plushie fights, and jokingly swiping syrup on the other person’s face the two of them decided it was time to call it a night. (Y/n) grabbed Nathan’s headphones for him and he slipped them on after he laid his head on her chest; she drew lazy patterns on his back. He was about to press play on his whale songs when (Y/n) pressed a kiss on his forehead stopped him. “No matter how much we fight, or how bad it gets, I will never give up us.”

[totallyrhettro]

Territorial, chapter 20

Word Count: 2159 Rating: This chapter: PG-13. Overall story rating: explicit Warnings: Forced Human Captivity Summary: After finally realizing their shared love for one another, all internetainers Rhett and Link had to do was live happily ever after. Unfortunately, as it turns out, that’s a lot harder to do in a world of werewolves. Notes: Takes place 1 year after Animalistic began. Still no wives; Rhett and Link are in an established relationship. This is a sequel to that fic. You don’t have to read that first, but it is highly recommended.

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The first thing Link noticed was that he was cold. A chill shiver ran down the length of his body and his hands shook as they grasped for a blanket that wasn’t there. He whined in frustration, thinking for a moment that Rhett had taken all the covers again, but when he reached out to find his boyfriend beside him, there was no one there. Link opened his eyes and the next thing he noticed was green.

Lots of green.

He squinted to see clearer without his glasses, but he didn’t recognize his surroundings. Continuing his tactile search of his environment, his glasses weren’t in their normal bedside spot. Neither was his nightstand. He realized he wasn’t even in his bed, and then he noticed he was completely naked.

Then he remembered.

Getting to his feet, Link rubbed arms, trying to warm up. He had no idea where he had ended up, but he remembered where he had left off last night. On the north side of Twin Lakes, the town Alistair had told him about, Link had parked his car well out of sight. He didn’t have much to go on besides North, so North was the direction he began to hike. He knew it was a useless venture to try and find the Lowells, and therefore Rhett, just by wandering around in the woods, but he hoped to get a head start before his wolf self took over. Maybe then he wouldn’t have to go as far in hybrid form. Besides, he didn’t want to be anywhere near civilization once he changed, just in case he couldn’t control it. He would never have been able to forgive himself if he'd hurt or infected anyone.

But where was he now? He remembered feeling the change coming, irresistible and insatiable. The need to scratch every part of his body, the drive to run wild through the trees. He thought he was prepared to control it, but it was even more difficult being in these strange woods, without Rhett by his side. Once he had removed his clothes, car keys, wallet, phone and glasses, placing them all carefully into a duffel bag in his car, he had let the change happen, maintaining a hybrid form for almost two minutes before he couldn’t hold it any longer. The call of the moon was too much apparently, and now he could be miles away from where he started and no closer to finding his best friend.

~ ~ ~

Rhett felt the cold concrete floor beneath his naked body and at first he thought he was back in Theo’s holding room. When he opened his eyes, he desperately wished he was there, or anywhere else really. Instead he was still in the damp, dingy basement of a prison, trapped in a cage that could either hold him forever or end his life on a whim. He wanted to cry.

Sitting up, making sure the spikes had not been lowered more while he out, he checked himself over. In fact, the spikes had been brought up to their original position, high above him. While this gave him more room to move around, it brought him little in the way of comfort. The pain from his torture was gone, replaced by a dull ache. The wounds were healed completely, but his flesh still remembered how they’d felt, and his muscles were sore from being in this cage for going on thirty-plus hours. His clothes, for the most part, had been shredded, the seams and stitches no match for his late night change in size. Scraps of denim and flannel littered the bottom of the cage. He pulled the last remnant of a sleeve from his arm and sighed. He didn’t hold out any hope that his captures would give him anything decent to wear. As he searched around for anything large enough to hide his modesty, he saw the food tray had returned, this time with real food.

Cautious and more than a little suspicious, Rhett leaned closer to get a better look. On a paper plate were two waffles. Ego, by the look of it. There was no syrup or butter, but Rhett’s mouth salivated from the sight, and his stomach rumbled angrily. It was a far better offering than the dog food from the day before and he didn’t hesitate long to reach out and grab one. It was still warm.

He downed both waffles quickly, leaving barely a crumb behind, and while he was still hungry, he felt better to have something in his stomach. Only once he had finished everything did he wonder who had brought the food down here for him in the first place. It couldn't have been Caleb, surely. Not after the ‘meal’ he served Rhett yesterday. Then who…?

“Good morning.” Without even thinking, Rhett grabbed up the remains of his clothes and covered himself. Coming down the stairs was Damian, who didn’t seem to care in the slightest about Rhett’s embarrassment. “I hope the waffles were still warm. I wasn’t sure when you’d wake up.”

“How long do I have?” Rhett asked, sardonically. Damian gave a small smile as he picked up the empty tray.

“Poison isn’t really our style,” he commented. “Besides, you’re worth more to us alive.”

“I don’t know anything else.”

“You know more than you think.” Leaning against a nearby wall, Damian regarded Rhett with a keen eye. “Yesterday you said you didn’t know anything, and yet, under pressure, you gave us Sequoia National Forest.” Flashes back to the night before ran through Rhett’s mind. He hadn’t been thinking clearly, if at all. Now he wasn't sure if he should have said anything.

“Unfortunately for you, we searched the woods all last night and didn’t see any sign of the mutts. Nothing recent, anyway. They must have just have cleared out. I guess you’ll be staying with us longer.” He turned to leave, but Rhett stumbled to his feet, one hand still covering his privates, and the other grasped onto the bars of the cage.

“Wait!” Damian paused, wary. “Tell me: why is your brother doing this? Why are you and Seth letting him?” Without turning around, he lowered his head with a sigh.

“We’re not really brothers,” he muttered, sadly.

“What?” Rhett wasn’t sure he’d heard right. Now looking back, Damian shrugged.

“Caleb, Seth and I. We’re not really brothers. We grew up together, in the pack, and I guess people thought we looked alike so they just assumed… and we liked the idea so we ran with it. We’d been friends since we were kids and we loved doing everything together so it was like, why not be brothers? We’re brothers in the pack, so that was close enough.”

“Sorta Like me and Link, huh?” Rhett didn’t really want to talk about Link, but he wanted to keep Damian talking. Maybe he could get the man on his side. “Met in first grade. Pretty much inseparable since.”

“Yeah? Wow. I mean, Caleb and Seth, we… we had the pack to be with. I mean, it wasn’t like there were a lot of kids we could hang out with, but you guys…” He let out an impressed whistle. “You had a choice and you stuck together.”

“He’s my best friend. Closer than family. Closer than blood, you know?” Damian nodded, but his eyes weren’t exactly focused on the present.

“He’s your pack…” he murmured.

“Y-yeah. I guess he always was, even before the change.” Damian seemed to dwell on this a moment be speaking again.

“I didn’t want this to happen, you know,” he blurted. “I wanted things to go differently. It didn’t have to end this way...” There was the slightest hint of wetness in his eye before he realized what he was saying. Looking up, he gave Rhett a strange, blank stare. Then, without another word, he headed back up the stairs.

“Wait, please!” This time, Damian didn’t come back and Rhett was, once again, alone in the basement.

~ ~ ~

While he couldn’t be sure how far or how long he’d been wandering through these woods, Link knew he was getting closer to something when the smell of burning logs met his nostrils. A campfire, or maybe a fireplace, was nearby. A warm hearth sounded mighty nice right now. Still shivering, Link searched the skies for any sign of smoke and was relieved to see a thin trail to the North-West. He turned and immediately headed for it.

Before long, though it seemed much longer, he stumbled from the rough, brush-covered woods to a grassy clearing. A small house, barely a cottage, sat on the hill with a single car out front. Neither looked like much, but Link didn’t care. Keeping one hand strategically placed, he dashed across the open area to the front door, his mind desperately trying to come up with a good reason as to why he was showing up to a stranger’s house completely naked. Still shivering, he rang the doorbell and hoped for the best. He half expected Little Red Riding Hood to answer the door.

After a moment or two, a middle-aged woman opened the door, just a few inches, and peeked out at the odd gentleman on her front porch. She eyed him him up and down, and then down again before opening the door further. There was definitely a look of surprise on her face, and Link couldn’t blame her in the slightest. He decided to get a jump on the conversation before she had a chance to ask.

“Ah, I, um…” Unfortunately, he still hadn’t come up with a good cover story. At least, not one that didn’t involve drugs or alcohol, both of which seemed the obvious answer. Lucky for him, the woman seemed nice enough, she even smiled sweetly.

“You want a blanket?” she asked, with a lilt of humor in her voice.

“Yes ma’am,” Link admitted, sheepishly. He couldn’t help but smile when he heard the softest of laughter as the two of them stepped further inside. Link had to admit, it was pretty funny, and at least the woman thought so and not that he was dangerous. He certainly didn’t feel dangerous.

Inside he made his way to the living room, a cozy little room with a fireplace, burning nicely. Link stood next to it, resisting the urge to rub his cold butt before it, simply hunching over, trying to hide his shame while he waited for the promised blanket. The woman, a petite brunet with more than a few greying hairs, grabbed a large brown and white quilt from another room and wrapped it around the naked man, turning around so he could adjusted it better. Muttering a polite thank you, Link curled inside it, relishing in the warmth it provided. He felt much better now, and his senses were starting to come back, including his manners.

“I didn’t catch your name,” he noted, sorry that he didn’t ask before coming into some woman’s home.

“Grace,” she told him, heading over to the adjoined kitchen. “Didn’t catch yours either, dear. Or should I just call you Willy?” Link blushed, smiling an embarrassed smile. He didn’t really want to give her his real name, but the innuendo was far too much for him to handle.

“Charlie.” Ok, so, it was his real name, but not the name millions of people knew him by. It was common enough, and it was easy to remember. He wasn’t very good at lying anyhow. From the kitchen he could hear the clink of metal on china, and then a microwave being opened and closed.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Charlie,” Grace was saying. “Do you like marshmallows?” An odd question, but then this was an odd situation. Instead of dwelling on the question, Link just answered.

“Not really.” The microwave beeped and Grace opened it up and closed it again. Link couldn’t see what she had made, at first, but when she came back into the room with a steaming cup in her hand, he had a very good guess.

“I don’t have any coffee or tea,” she explained “But this should warm you up good.” She handed the hot chocolate to her guest, who took it gingerly with a grin.

“Thanks. It’s perfect.” It was also very hot, and Link had to wait a bit before really drinking it. While he waited, Grace motioned for him to sit in one of the fluffy chairs by the fire. She took the couch.

“Now, Charlie,” she began, sweet as honey. “I’m guessing you had a rough night.” Link couldn’t agree more.

“Yeah, I uh, I did…” Still didn’t have a good explanation.

“Well, that happens to the best of us, dear.” She gave another short chuckle. Her smile was so kind; Link was so shocked about her next question that he nearly dropped his cup. “Tell me. How long have you been a werewolf?”

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[percywinchester27]

Tic Tac Toe (Part-14)

Word count: 4.7k 

Pairing: Sam X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Feels, Fluff

Series Summary: The reader shifts into a new city after being offered a dream job by a big firm. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect after an ugly break-up with a douche-bag Ex. But things turn out not as dreamy as she’d want them to be and the only thing that keeps her smiling is a totally coincidental game of Tic Tac Toe.

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Catch up: Part 1, Tic Tac Toe Masterlist

You woke up to an empty bed, the sheets besides you cold and smoothed. Your mind immediately replayed the conversation from last night trying to figure out if you'd said anything that could have been taken in a wrong way, finally deciding that it must be something else. After all, you really had no clue how Sam's mornings usually started.

Ambling out of the bed, you stepped into the soft carpet, shivering lightly in the cold that hung in the room despite the heater. Outside the window, the sky was overcast. It looked like it was about to snow. You pulled the fluffy robe from Sam's bathroom and pulled it over you. Given the lack of sweaters, this would have to do.

The bathroom was empty, which wasn't a surprise since there was pin drop silence in the room, but the house seemed quiet too. You figured that John and Mary might still be sleeping. They must have stayed up late with all the guests.

Not knowing where else to look, you decided to take a small walk to the pier. Even if Sam wasn't there, it was a peaceful place and it was bound to look beautiful in the thickly settled fog. As you walked down the curved, winding foot-trodden road, you decided that you really liked this place. The house had an old charm and the wide back yard with the pier jutting over the stream made it look surreal.

What made it even surreal in that moment was Sam Winchester's stretched body as he bent down to touch his fingers to his feet. He was standing at the far end of the pier, legs spread apart, stretching his limbs.

Right then, even the cold seeping through the robes into your skin didn't mean a damn thing because you could stand there and stare at him all day long. Sam was dressed in a light grey, loose sweater over darker sweatpants. His long hair was slightly disheveled, and beading with sweat despite the chill. Even though the clothes were a loose fit, seeing him stretch like that, you didn't have to stretch your imagination as to what lay underneath it. Those bulging arms, thick thighs and broad chest were painfully obvious. And then there was that slim waist, pink lips and cheeks flushed because of the exercise. So lost were you in admiring both the man, and your insane luck at finding him, that it totally missed your attention that he was now looking at you.

"Like what you see?" He asked, trying to appear causal, but his already flushed cheeks deepened in their shade of red. He could flirt yeah, but not without blushing apparently. It was adorable.

"Sure," you murmured, walking up to him. "Last I checked, it wasn't a capital crime to shamelessly objectify your boyfriend." You inspected your nails. "Was it now?"

His fingers found your lower back as he pulled you to his chest. "Nope. Last I checked, it wasn't a crime. But I haven't checked in a while you know…. maybe now it is."

His face was very close to yours now, close enough for his foggy breath to mingle into yours.

You couldn't take your eyes off his lips. "What are you gonna do about it?" You gulped.

He didn't answer, just dipped his head and quickly captured your lips into his, kissing you sweetly and softly.

"That's the punishment?" You breathed, arching an eyebrow.

Sam's face split into a wicked grin, as his he dragged his knuckles along the sides of your stomach. "Nope, that was just the teaser!"

Peals of laughter erupted from you as you tried to escape his relentless hands. But Sam was so much stronger than you. You pushed against him, luckily catching him off guard and made a run for the huge white house.

You were athletic, and pretty fast when it came to running, but Sam had the advantage of his height. In spite of the initial surprise, he soon overcame it. You could hear booming laughter as he called after. Just when you had reached the back door of the house, his strong hand gripped you across your torso and easily lifted you off your feet.

"And where do you think you are going, missy?" He playfully growled in your ears, making you giggle breathlessly.

It wasn't before he hastily opened the door and pushed you against the wall of the passage that you finally caught your breath, but not for too long. Sam swooped down and met your lips with his again. This time you moved first, bracing yourself against the wall raising up enough to tangle your arms around his neck. His hot skin burned against your cold fingers and you felt a tremor run down his body.

It was like being back in high school. The two of your couldn't stop panting, or even laughing, but neither of you wanted to stop kissing. It felt so good, it was almost juvenile.

A loud throat clearing made you spring apart. John was standing at the foot of the staircase looking everywhere but at the two of you. You heard Sam groan a little, and it made you giggle all over again.

"Ahh… Sam," John cleared his throat again. "There's something I need to talk to you about, regarding the move. I have to leave in an hour, so now might be a good time for that."

You turned around and deliberately kissed Sam on the corner of the mouth, not caring what John Winchester made of it, and whispered in his ears. "I'll see you later."

Sam leaned into you longingly. He looked like he wanted to follow you, that having a breakfast discussion about work was the last thing he wanted, but you blew him a kiss and walked past him. When you reached the foot of the stairs you turned to look John straight in the eye. "Morning, Mr. Winchester."

You could still see Sam mischievously eyeing you, ruffling the hair at the back of his neck as you rounded the corner and into the hallway leading to his room.

Once in, you stripped out of your clothes, almost wishing that Sam would walk in. A girl could hope right? A quick shower later, you threw on one of the only pieces of outgoing clothing you had. Jeans and a beige turtleneck. You were in half minds to pull on that robe again, but the phone pinged just in time to save you from donning bathroom wear.

It was Jo.

*I know you barely have any clothes. How about we go out shopping today?*

She was a girl after your own heart.

You quickly typed back-

*Yes girl, yes!*

The reply was instantaneous.

*Pick you up in 15. Don't bother with the breakfast. Waffle house it is*

You gave the robe a smug look, pulling on Sam's sweater over the turtleneck and quickly ransacked through your bag to find the stash of cash. It wasn't much, but it'll have to do till you got to your mom's place for New Year. You bounced down to the living room after 15 minutes.

Sam and John were in a deep conversation and you slowed your speed. You were tempted to go bounding up to Sam and give him a steamy kiss right in front of his judgmental father, but thought better of it. He was discussing work and he needed to concentrate.

You had every intention of just slipping out without him noticing. You could always text and tell him where you were. But Sam saw you out of the corner of his eye.

"Y/N?"

"Uhhgg yes?" You asked, stopping in your track.

"Heading out?" He stood up and slowly walked towards you.

"Yeah, Jo is taking me out for breakfast and I have to get myself a new sweater," you pointed towards his stolen one.

Sam laughed. "You could keep that one. All my clothes look better on you anyway."

You bent forward and whispered in his ear. "But when you take them back, I'll be left with nothing."

The blush on Sam's face was worth the overt flirting. He looked down and pulled the phone out of your hand.

"I'm turning the GPS on and syncing it with my phone. So that way when you're done, I'll come find you. It's better this way than you having to find addresses around an unknown city. Just text me when you're finished with all the shopping." He kissed you softly on your cheek.

As you walked out of the door, you thought back to the time when you were in a shitty relationship with Mark. He would never let you go out with your friends without making a big deal about it. You would have turned your GPS off without wasting time if Mark had done this,  because he was exactly the sort of controlling jerk to track you with your phone and harass you with it. But not Sam. On the contrary, Sam was worried about you stumbling around the city alone. He was completely fine with you getting your ‘me’ time with Jo. Sam Winchester, you decided as you climbed into Jo's car, was a gift to humanity.

"What are you so happy about?" Jo enquired, hitting the pedal.

"Ya know, about being in love with the best guy ever!" You sighed dreamily.

She rolled her eyes. "And Dean thought Sam had it bad. You have it so much worse, girl."

You weren't going to deny that.

Jo drove in silence for a while, and you did not break it, lost in your thoughts, before she spoke.

"Hey, I'm sorry about the other day."

"About what?" You asked, genuinely puzzled.

"You know, John being a dick to you…" She hesitated, afraid that you'd get offended.

"No, it's cool," you brushed it off. "I can't change what he thinks about me. But I ain't changing myself for his sake either. I guess John will have to learn to deal with me being in his son's life!"

"That's my girl," Jo smirked.

The rest of the day was spent mostly laughing. Jo told you all the embarrassing stories from their childhood. Your favorite was one where Dean had dressed as Superman for Halloween and Sam had dressed as Batman. Now Dean had been older, so when he jumped of the roof, he had landed on all four, while poor Sam had broken his arm. A because he was a kid and B cause Batman can't fly.

You found yourself an adorable Navy blue sweater that went well with a lot of your things, and Jo found herself an obscenely sexy pair of lingerie. You were both giggly and breathless by the time you stepped in front of a huge auto-body shop.

"C'mon, let's go find Dean!" Jo tugged at your arm and pulled you inside.

"Dean owns this?" You asked incredulous, looking at the sheer size of the place.

"Part owns this," Jo corrected. "Dad is still a 40% partner. They have this along with a couple other workhouses, few garages and repair shops in and around the state. It's a big business."

It was so different from what Sam did but it seemed so exciting. Both John and Mary must be so proud of what their boys had achieved. Your eyes flitted towards the glass doors on the side leading into a couple formal cabins at the side. You wanted to see Dean, because even though it had only been two days, he felt more of a friend to you than most people in your life… almost like a brother.

"Where are you going?" Jo tugged at your hand.

You pointed towards the cabins, confused. "To see Dean. That's where we're going right?"

Jo laughed. "Oh no…he's not gonna be in there with a suit on. Come!"

She dragged you along a set of expensive cars to the very end of the work shop. Dean was bent over the front of a vintage car with its hood popped open, dressed in coveralls. His hands and cheeks were stained in grease and he had look of utmost concentration on his face. Of course he was just as humble. You could see where Sam got it from.

Jo sneaked up behind him and covered his eyes with her hands. Dean laughed, easily pulling her around and kissing her on the lips.

"Ready to go?" He asked.

"Hell yeah!" She smiled.

That's when Dean noticed you.

"Y/N!" His face lit up in a genuine smile, as he hugged you tight. "There's the girl who puts up with my brother."

"Hush," you admonished him but laughed nevertheless. "It's not his fault that he's so busy lately."

"It's not always going to be like that you know," Jo ran her hand up and down your arm soothingly. "This move is a big deal. It'll keep him hella busy for a month or so. But things will settle eventually."

You sighed. More than wanting to spend time with him, you were just worried. Everything was changing too fast around him, he was bound to be scared.

"While we are on the topic of the move…" Jo hesitated, wrapping her arms around Dean's waist. He, in turn, looked very apologetic. "I'm shifting here permanently. Not only am I getting promoted, I'm also moving in with this dude here." Jo pecked Dean on the cheek.

You just stared at her in stunned silence. Of course you were happy for her. They were getting married now after all, but you would miss her so much. She'd been so genuine and had stood up for you. She was a very good friend and you were just getting to know her better.

"I'm so happy for you guys," you said sincerely. "But ain't gonna lie, I'll miss the hell out of you, girl!"

"Hey," Dean said, "Look at the bright side, almost that entire office is shifting. Most of them were originally from here, and they'll all either wanna come back home or move to Chicago for better opportunities. It'll be a new crowd that won't judge you. Hell, they wouldn't know you and Sam are seeing each other."

You thought about it for a minute, surprised that it didn't matter to you anymore. Fuck what people had to say. But maybe it wasn't so bad either. Sam had made it crystal clear that you'd be treated like any other employee. No special treatment, and no mention of your relationship. A clean slate. It would be relieving to say the least. It would actually be like a first day of work, but without Gordon and with a completely new team. Kinda exciting.

You looked up at them with a smile. Maybe it would be good for you.

"And hey Charlie is still there. The IT department would die without her. Besides, she is too good friends with Sam to leave him to deal with a brand new staff."

"We'll be there for a while too," Dean added. "I'm gonna help her move in the second week of Jan. We can catch up then."

"That would be great, guys," you said gratefully. "I will look forward to it."

Dean reached out and ruffled your hair, just like he did with Sam, and it made you immediately feel warm and homely inside.

"C'mon, let's get back to the Christmas tree. We haven't put up one piece of decoration on it," Dean suggested and the three of you nodded. You immediately texted Sam to let him know that you were going back to the family house.

Sam wasn't there. He'd had to rush to office, but you never felt lonely even for a second. The evening was spent amazingly. Mary was a fantastic cook and they had a massive Christmas tree which the three of you pulled from the backyard and into the house with additional help from Cas. The four of you had a great time between being bruised by the tree and decorating it. Cas was one of his kind. He was more serious but also somehow very innocent. Every innuendo that Dean made had to be explained to him, and Dean made a lot of innuendos, especially because Cas didn't understand him.

Cas also told you a lot about the company policy and gave you the highlights about all the associates, and the couple partners, while Jo gave you the dirty laundry. You didn't remember the last time you'd laughed so much. This felt like being home, like being amidst family.

By the time the tree was decorated, all of you were tired, and too giggly, in a way that one person laughing was setting everyone off. You clutched at your stomach, falling back on the sofa exhausted, your hair splaying behind you.

"Gosh… y'all need to stop laughing. Because I need to stop laughing," you laughed.

"Oh no, don't." You felt his hands trailing along your shin before your eyes met with his beautiful hazel ones.

"You're back," you squealed, jumping up from the sofa and straight into his arms. The shenanigans from the afternoon had made you very bold somehow.

Sam was pleasantly surprised, but his strong arms caught you the moment you landed against his chest, your legs swinging in the air behind you.

Sam didn't give you the time to think about it, or even catch your breath before his lips crushed to yours in a bruising kiss. His fingers dug into your skin almost welding you to his body while his lips moved passionately against yours, almost forcefully. It reminded you of the kiss you had shared three nights ago, after Sam's nightmare, and it scared you because you knew he was scared of something.

"Get a room y'all," Dean catcalled from the other side, and Sam finally broke his kiss.

"I put up with you and your fiancée making out like it was a college frat party all day long. You can shut it, Dean!" You yelled back distractedly, making him chuckle.

Sam looked back at you with a politely amused expression, not expecting you to be so informal so soon with his brother, but it did not completely hide the sad look in his eyes.

You touch his cheek softly. "Hey, what's wrong?"

He put you down, but his hand didn't leave yours, while his eyes found a spot on his spotless shoe.

"Sam?" You shook him lightly.

"I'm not around for the next few days, Y/N," he finally sighed. "I have to fly back home and then to Chicago for work."

"So you're not gonna be here even tomorrow? For Christmas?" You asked, the heartbreak clear in your voice.

He was quiet for a moment, still not looking up. Oh no, it was worse.

"I have to leave right now, Y/N. It's important, there's no way around it."

"You can't be serious man. You brought her here to spend the Christmas with her, and you're off to work?" Dean questioned. "C'mon!"

Sam said nothing. It was obvious that he was beating himself up over it.

You put a finger underneath his chin and made his look up. "It's okay. You do you, Sam. I understand that this is important."

He was so shocked at your response that words failed him, so you continued.

"I know you wouldn't leave me here if it wasn't absolutely necessary. I get it. The last thing you need worry about is that I'll be angry, because I'm not. It's your responsibility, and I am glad that you're not shirking it off to play hooky with your girlfriend."

Sam gave you the most tender look. Like it was ripping his heart into two to leave you behind for most of your holiday. This was not acceptable to you.

So you leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "Actually you being all businessman like this is big turn on. What can I say? It's a kink."

And in spite of himself, Sam laughed. It was an unexpected and breathy sound, but happy nevertheless.

He looked deep in your eyes, and kissed you softly on the lips once more. "You are something else, woman."

"I know right!" You smiled brightly. "You are a very lucky man."

"That I am," he whispered, before backing a little. "I need to go up and pack my stuff."

You watched as he made his way up the stairs.

"You did a good thing, kid," Dean said from behind you and you dropped back on the couch, putting your head in your hands. "This sucks!"

"I'm sorry," Cas said soothingly. "Hopefully he'll be back soon."

Sam was already upset about leaving you. The last thing you wanted to do was let him go with a guilty conscience. He didn't need that too. He'd been pretty vague about when he'd be back, but you were scared to ask him about the New Year. The prospect of facing New Year's Eve alone was marginally better than the prospect of knowing five days in advance that you'd be spending in alone in your hometown. It was the absolute last thing you'd wanted. Maybe, just maybe he'd find time to see you.

It was with slumped shoulders that he came back down, into the now morose room. An idea struck you and you ran back up the stairs muttering a "be back soon." The moment you were inside, you rummaged through your tiny back pack and pulled out the rectangular package.

You rushed down and handed it to a very confused Sam. You pulled his phone out of his hands much like how he'd done it in the morning, and furiously began clicking on the screen.

"What's this?" He asked, looking at the dully wrapped package.

"It's your Christmas present. Open it tomorrow morning," you said, not taking your eyes off the screen.

When you were done, you handed his phone back to him with a somewhat satisfied smile on your face. "Here!"

"What did you do?" He asked.

"I installed tic tac toe on your phone. That way I can play and finally beat you at it!"

It was probably the last thing he expected, which was why his cheeks pulled up into those adorable dimples. "You can try," he said, pecking you once more.

"It's so on!" You giggled, and Sam's eyes softened. "Now go!" You pushed him lightly, before the urge of whisking him off to the bedroom and hiding him there forever overpowered you. "I can't wait to beat you!"

"We'll see about that, O," he smirked as he turned around and walked out of the door without a backward glance. Which worked well because tears sprung up in your eyes the moment he rounded the corner.

It was late and you'd already had enough food. "I'm gonna turn in guys," you smiled half heartedly and hugged everyone, wishing them a Merry Christmas.

You'd already kept everyone's presents under the tree long back. Sam's had been still up cause you had been hoping to give it to him personally. Once you were up, you stripped down completely and stepped into the shower, washing both the day’s excitement and disappointment off you.

When you walked back in the room, you noticed that Sam had left his soft cotton shirt and sweatpant for you there. Without hesitation, you pulled them on and dived under the blankets, trying to selfishly surround yourself with everything Sam. It worked for a while till your senses got accustomed to the smell of him, but fizzled out soon, even though you tried to cling to it.

The bed that had been all too constricting last night seemed too big tonight without him next to you. You wanted more than anything to be able to curl up to him, and the thought made you sad.

Sleep did find you eventually after some trying, but it was fitful and you were very cold. You didn't know if it was that or something else, but after a while something made you suddenly bolt upright in your bed, your eyes wild in the darkness. It took you a moment but you recognized a silhouette standing by the edge of the bed. After a mini heart attack, your vision cleared enough to recognize the wide frame and the bowed legs.

"Dean! What the fuck? You scared the hell out of me!" You yelled in a whisper which was pointless because there was no one else to wake up.

"Don't go swearing on Christmas Eve. Santa won't toss your present down the chimney." He chuckled, extending his hand. "C'mon, come down."

The fluorescent clock by the bed read 00:44.

"Nope!" You put your hands up. "It's so cold outside. I ain't moving my already frozen ass."

He laughed again at your petulance. Bending down to take your hand and pull you up anyway. "Why are you doing this to me?" You whined. "I thought we are friends!" But you stepped out of your bed anyway, pulling the newly bought sweater around you.

"If you are making me sneak away with you to spy on Santa, I'm suing you!"

He only chuckled.

When you stepped into the living room, the first thing you saw was a bright roaring fire in the fireplace.

"Wow! We are barbecuing Santa now, are we?" You muttered, but immediately after, your eyes slid down to the rest of the room. Huge fluffy blankets and mattresses had been spread out around the tree and the couch, soft Christmas lights twinkling above them. The whole place looked so fluffy. Jo was already lounging on one of the fluffy blankets, a mug of hot chocolate in her hands, and Cas was trying to not look out of place with blankets covering him. They were all dressed in comfortable sweats.

They were all staying here… for you. Not celebrating with their parents or privately. They had scrapped all their plans so you wouldn't feel lonely tonight. The tears that had threatened all night, finally spilled over.

Jo was quick to put the mug down and be by your side. She pulled you into a tight hug.

"Thanks guys," you blubbered. "You didn't have to do this for me!"

"Sure did!" Dean chimed in. "It's the least we can do."

Cas was up too. He handed you another mug of hot chocolate. "This is Ellen's recipe. It will make you feel better in a sip. I drove down to get it for us."

You were so overwhelmed by the gesture that you threw your hands around him. "Thanks Cas. You all… this is just…"

"You don't have to thank us sweetheart," Dean said, giving you a side hug. "We wanted to do this. Besides it would be worth it when dad wakes up in the morning and finds us all passed out on his living room floor." That made you laugh.

This time around, you didn't talk much, just listened to their friendly banter, simply happy to share the moment with them. When you all fell into bed at 4, all exhausted, you couldn't fight your drowsy eyes anymore. Just when you were about to fall asleep, a ping sounded from your phone. Opening one eye, you clicked on the notification to see the game screen.

Followed by a message. *Your turn, Sweetheart. By the way, I love you.*

You could help the smile that stretched your lips, as you marked an "O" right next to his "X"

Quickly typing: *Oh it's so on! I love you too, Sam. So much...*

He was probably on a connecting flight so the quick reply didn't come, but you hugged the phone tightly to yourself, hoping as you closed your eyes that you'd see the man you loved sooner than you thought.

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Anemoia Ch-5

Anemoia n; Nostalgia for a time you’ve never known.

Pairing: JaehyunxReader

Summary: A chance meeting with unfathomable emotions and a few vivid dreams of an unknown time. All moments leading to one question, “Have we met?”

Mini Masterlist

They sat downstairs, eating waffles and talking about the past few years. They talked about their hobbies and dreams and everything in between.

“How is everyone this fine morning?” Johnny asked as he sat down beside Jaehyun with a plate of sausages and an omelette.

“Are you having a nice weekend?” Taeyong asked and she nodded with a smile as he sat down beside her.

Slowly the large table Jaehyun sat at with her first was filled with his members who spoke to her about innumerous things. Jaehyun sat back and just watched her smile, talk and laugh with his small family. He didn't think it was possible to feel this much affection for a person before this moment. As if by some invisible force, she turned to him and caught his eye. Smiling at him tenderly enough to make his heart burst.

She sat on the edge of her bed as it poured outside her window. Her phone buzzed anxiously a few times but she kept her gaze focused on the rain outside, dulling out all other sounds with the loud beating of the rain. Pain shot up her abdomen making her physically wince for the first time, but in her haze she was already picking up her things and making her way out the door.

Jaehyun stood behind the glass doors, tapping his foot as he stared out at the heavy downpour with his phone against his ear. He rubbed his chest, trying to ease the persistent discomfort present.

“We have to go.” A gentle hand landed on his shoulder and Jaehyun flinched.

“Just a bit more.” He pleaded and Johnny nodded, watching Jaehyun's eyes not shift from the torrential downpour outside the doors.

When their manager asked them to firmly move to the van, Jaehyun took in a shaky breath and nodded. Raising his umbrella, he walked out of the hotel lobby onto the pavement. His steps faltered and he waited for everyone to step into the vehicle first.

“Jaehyun!” He felt his eyes brim at the voice, his chest erupted into rapid beats. He turned and let out a relieved gasp when her figure appeared through the rain. Without thought he embraced her, his umbrella flying away in the wind.

“I thought you wouldn't come.” He really hoped the loud beating of the rain masked his sobs, he was embarrassed of the tears he kept shedding in her presence.

“I left my phone at home. God I thought I missed you.” She sighed as her hands went up to hold him. He kissed her entire face like it was the last time, holding her cheeks in his palm delicately.

“I'm sorry.” She whispered and he smiled against her eyes.

“It doesn't matter, I'm just glad you're here. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't see your face before leaving.” He left a soft kiss on her nose, her back stiffened at the words.

When he finally captured her lips in his he felt so completely relieved that he knew nothing else would ever feel this strongly anymore. When he got into the van after his hasty farewell, his own state of mind scared him. It was genuinely beyond him how he could be so affected by one person, and with a growing distance, reminiscent memories seemed to add to the fright.

“Why are you so sour these days?” Haechan asked Jaehyun with ernest confusion. Jaehyun shot him a look.

“Don’t.” Taeyong warned but Jaehyun had already gotten up and left. He sighed and shook his head, “Leave him alone.” Taeyong warned the younger boy, and everyone in the room effectively before going back to doing what he was doing

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Jaehyun sat on his bed, scrolling through his messages once again. He read over her last message a thousand times, a simple ‘how are you’ caught in his throat. He threw his phone across the bed and roughly pushed his hand through his hair, huffing loudly when his phone slid far enough to fall on the wooden floor with a loud clatter. He wriggled on the bed and shifted to the edge, picking up his phone. Out of restless curiosity, he clicked on the Instagram logo, scrolling through the different pictures on his feed with annoyed hurry, his fingers coming to a hasty halt when he saw a familiar name. He stared a picture of a set of a photoshoot, the caption a simple ‘work’. The picture didn’t seem to satisfy and he was already on her page.

He smiled at a picture of a cup of coffee, the caption reading ‘It’s too early’. He laughed at a picture of an empty glass, the words ‘so much for saving face’ below it, endearing in it’s reference. He licked his lips when he scrolled by a picture of a cupcake, grinning sheepishly at ‘did I make you hungry?’. His chest fluttered delicately when he saw her smile, her eyes hidden behind her hands and her cheeks dusted pink, ‘This ruins my carefully crafted aesthetic.’, he vehemently disagreed. A picture of rice and some meat beside it made his stomach rumble softly, he gave a quick nod at ‘Would you like some?’

His smile seemed to fade when he looked at a picture of a window, the view outside blurred with rain, ‘보고 싶어’- I miss you, it was almost too personal for him to bare. He huffed loudly and dropped his phone gently on the floor.

He lay in bed with his phone in his palm, typing a few letters, before erasing it again, groaning at his state, the last message was dated a week ago

I can see you typing for 15 minutes now Jaehyun, what is it?

He dropped his phone like it scorched him and hid his face in his hands. After he realised how stupid he looked in the moment, he picked up his phone and typed into it.

How have you been?

His heart seemed to beat too loudly, his fingers tapping the side of his phone anxiously. He groaned when he realised how stupid his message was, kicking his blanket in frustration. When she replied he quickly picked up his phone again.

Good. You seem busy these days though.

Guilt drained the blood from his face. He kept the phone down, leaving her hanging once again and he turned over in bed. He wanted to talk to her, he wanted to hold her if he could. Instead he groaned loudly again.

He stared at his phone screen with an intense vigour one evening, not really looking at anything, occasionally letting a groan slip past his lips. He lay on the couch with his long frame sprawled on it. A few of his members sat at the dining table watching him with concern.

“Can you just talk to her? I don’t even understand why you’re avoiding her if it bothers you so much.” Johnny sighed, facing Jaehyun who still kept his eyes glued on the phone.

“I think she’s mad at me.” Jaehyun mumbled, gasping when an unexpected object was thrown at his face.

“Of course she is, sort it out with her now!” Johnny instructed but he adamantly shook his head.

“No. It’s good that she is. She’ll move on soon.” Johnny furrowed his brows.

“What are you trying to do Jaehyun?” Taeyong asked seriously and Jaehyun sat up, back dropping in sadness.

“I shouldn’t be doing this, to myself or to her. I don’t have the time or luxury to date. What if people find out? What if they don’t approve? What if she leaves me because it’s too hard? She doesn’t like clingy people and I just want to lie in her arms forever. I like coffee and she likes tea, we’re too different. Maybe it won’t work and I’ll have wasted her time. What if she finds out what I’m really like and decides I’m not worth it?” He panted after his rant, the fears he held seemed more real when he verbalised it.

“Wow.” Haechan said softly, earning a warning glance from Taeyong.

“All of those are valid concerns, doesn’t mean you leave the poor girl hanging like that. If it really bothers you then tell her the truth.” Taeyong explained calmly making Jaehyun pout.

“But.” He rubbed his chest slowly trying to say something to avoid the solution.

“But you like her, possibly a lot.” Johnny sighed and Jaehyun nodded lowering his head.

“I don’t know what to do okay? She scares me, I scare myself sometimes. I’ve never felt like this, but I’m also scared about what’s at the end of this.” His voice was a weak mumble, his friends sympathising with him.

“We can’t tell you what to do Jaehyun.” Johnny said sadly and Taeyong could only nod in agreement, both sad at not being able to help.

Jaehyun got out of the van hesitantly, staring at the familiar old house in front of him. He pushed his clammy hands into his pockets and walked forward. The moment he saw his mother open the door he embraced her, wishing he was five year old again when he believed that no one would find him in her embrace, he was safe.

“What’s wrong Jaehyun?” She asked with concern, stroking his head comfortingly.

“Work is too hard right now.” He spoke with a muffled voice, finally pushing away a smile on his face as he came inside the house.

“You look like someone broke your heart.” His mom laughed but he smiled sadly. She sat him down on the couch and went away to get him something hot to drink and warm up. She sat beside him, just silently watching her son as he sipped on the warm beverage gratefully.

“I think I’m in love Mom.” Jaehyun couldn’t help the smile on his face, his mother’s face lighting up with obvious excitement.

“But I’m scared I’ll ruin it. I think I already have.” He combed his fingers through his hair, sighing loudly.

“It’s rare to find something so incredible that it terrifies you. When I found out I was having you, I was scared too. But it was the good kind. Fear is good Jaehyun, it reminds us that nothing lasts so we should enjoy it.” He put a comforting hand on his.

“It’s not even been that long, and I feel like I’m not me without her. What if she leaves?” He winced when his mother slapped his head.

“Then you should focus on making sure she doesn’t. Coming to me crying won’t solve anything.” She scolded and he laughed.

“You don’t even know her.” He chuckled and she hummed.

“Yes, and if she makes you feel the way you say you do, I want you to bring her to me. But for that you should work on it.” She spoke with a lighter tone.

“What if she doesn’t want me anymore mom?” Jaehyun asked, clearly nervous.

“Putting yourself out there for love is an amazing and very brave thing to do, despite the consequences.” She laughed when he kissed her cheek, thanking her profusely.

He sighed with content as he walked into the dorm and went into the kitchen for some water, he looked at the few people around, giving him a strange look.

“Are you okay?” Doyoung asked with a frown and Jaehyun offered him bright smile instead.

“Never been better.” His voice was light as he walked into the kitchen where Haechan eyed him with suspicion and worry.

“Hyung you’re worrying me lately.” He mumbled and Jaehyun laughed, opening the fridge and taking a bottle out.

“You’re worried? How cute, my small friend takes such good care of me.” He went up to him and gave a constricting hug that made Haechan protest loudly.

“Stop bothering him.” Taeyong walked into the kitchen and spoke without giving them a glance. Jaehyun pulled off him with a bashful face.

“Sure!” He nodded as Haechan glared at him dangerously.

“I’m going to go meet her during our break next week.” He sang his words as he exited the kitchen, leaving them behind with enlightened eyes.

She walked up to her door with clammy hands, the doorbell rang the second time and she huffed at his impatience. His bright smile made her melt but she glanced at his figure.

“You look thinner.” She pointed out, he looked confused.

“You haven’t seen me in seven months-” He wanted to explain but she clicked her tongue.

“You look weak, you need to take care of yourself better. I don’t think your fans will appreciate it either” She scolded him and he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, walking forward to embrace her but she swatted his shoulder.

“No, you listen to me Jung Jaehyun. You’ll end up seriously sick.” She spoke and he gave her a wide grin, leaning down and leaving a chaste kiss on her cheek before she could protest.

“I love you too. Can I come in now?” He laughed at her shocked nod. Her hand went up to caress her cheek. Jaehyun dropped his bags on the floor and turned to her with a smile and a long sigh.

“I drool in my sleep sometimes. I can't eat spicy food, I can be a little excessive about gym. I eat the pizza crust after I've finished eating and Doyoung says that's weird.” He scratched his head as she laughed at his words, amused and intrigued.

“I'm fidgety in my sleep so it might be difficult to share a bed with me. I am also not a particularly interesting person.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist, “I can cook only three dishes, but I make them very well. Taeyong says I'm a bit of a slob but my mess has an order okay?” She laughed and the sound of it made his lips turn wider.

“Why are you telling me these things?” She tilted her head to the side and questioned. He laughed bashfully, kissing the tip of her nose.

“Because I think I might love you and I want you to know all the good, bad and the mundane things about me.” He confessed to her lightly as she stared at him with brimming adoration.

“I was so scared but I didn't realise it was because this is so real.” He pulled her closer still, telling himself to believe that she was here with him and that they were together.

“The way my heart erupts into a fight when I'm around you is real.” He bought her hand up to place it on his chest and hearing his erratic heartbeat made hers rise.

“The way my members say I smile when I think about you, talk to you, talk about you. You name it.” She chuckled and he smiled at her endearingly, “That's real.”

“The restlessness and annoyance I feel when I haven't talked to you in more than a few days is also real.” He bought up her fingers to his lips and kissed them individually.

“When I'm with you, I feel comfortable. I feel complete, like I was waiting for something to happen all my life and now it's in front of me.” She smiled wistfully at his words.

“And I know you feel the same. I was doubting it all, but when I see you now I just know. We love each other (Y/N), and I can't get myself to hide that because of what might happen.” He kissed her forehead.

“You’re so cheesy! What did I do to deserve you?” She chuckled again, holding him in an embrace.

“You must have saved a country in your past life.” He cradled her head gently, both of them laughing.

“I'm scared too. I've never needed another person like this. It's like I need you to feel like myself. It's just new, and scary.” She rested her head on his chest, listening to his slowing heartbeat. They sat on the couch, close together. His arms wrapped around her as he held her close to him.

“I've never been in a serious relationship before.” Jaehyun told her, she nodded.

“I never felt ready.” She added and Jaehyun hummed in agreement.

“But you hit me like a truck.” She chuckled at her own words.

“I don't think I ever got back the breath you took away from me the first time we met.” He kissed her head and she wriggled in his hold.

“Are you mocking me? I had just gotten up to go get some coffee. Plus I must have looked like a creep asking for a picture like that?” She shivered, burying her face in embarrassment. Jaehyun laughed and tightened his embrace.

“I'm used to people asking me for pictures (Y/N).” He playfully flicked her forehead. She looked up rubbing her forehead with a pout.

“So I was like any other fan?” She baited him. He turned up his eyes, recalling the old memories.

“At the moment that's what I thought. Actually I didn't really actively think about it till I saw you at that restaurant.” He nodded at his memory, she furrowed her brows at his words.

“Why?” She asked curiously, Jaehyun blushed deep making her eyes gloss over with curiosity.

“I don't know, I just kept feeling this annoying itch. Like when you've left your house and you keep thinking you forgot something. But then when I spotted you it's like the breath I was holding the entire time just made sense. I was so relieved and happy to see you again. It was confusing at first, but I won't dissect every good thing till it's a cause and effect.” He smiled with surety.

“What is that even supposed to mean?” She hid her face in his chest and he embraced her.

“It means, I knew then that I'd be crazy about you. So I won't fight it.” He shrugged unaware of how his words made her heart lunge in her throat and beat erratically. She lifted her head to meet his eyes and pecked his lips gently, heart still fluttering at the action.

“I love you.” He bumped their noses together, scrunching his own shyly.

“Will you wait for me to say it when I mean it?” She looked away nervously. He smiled, following her face to make her look at him.

“I'd wait lifetimes for you.” He said it with simple confidence, in a way that makes it truly worth believing. He pecked her nose again making her smile as he kissed her lips more attentively this time, hands moving to hold her waist.