#i am checking flight tickets just to be sure

[junkdyke]

as another stupid dumb dyke who makes bad life choices, I am 100% on team "fly to Denver"

dawg i flew across the entire country to meet a girl and get rejected to my whole face, i have learned my lesson askdjads i am not against making these bad choices but i have GOT to be more sure about it before i do it, i can't keep doing this to myself 💀

[fashionteahouse]

i wonder - edward cullen x reader

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There was no word from Edward, so you figured to get a ride home from school, from your parent.

As you walked out of the school building, there was no sign of the Cullens. You climb in the car and your parent starts driving.

“You have more mail.” they say with a grin.

“Cool.” you comment and look out the window.

When you both arrive home, you tear the mail open. More college acceptance letters and letters to invite you to apply to schools are in your hands. You set them to the side, as one caught your eye. Your check.

Your parent noticed. You look up and scooped your mail but they stop you.

“You might as well use it to pay for your enrollment fee and your dorm fee.”

You look down.

“I know. I’ll do it later.”

“No, Y/N. We’re doing it now, you’re already slacking behind on certain things as it is and it’s getting closer and closer to graduation. You never told me which school you’re committing to.” They pull their laptop out and crack it open. They look to you.

Silence threaded through the both of you as you blinked at your parent. They look down. They narrow their eyes.

“Where did you get that?”

You swallow, “Get what?”

“Y/N…Where did you get that ring?”

You hide your hand with your mail.

“It was a gift.”

“From who?”

“…Edward..”

They sigh in disappointment as they shook their head, “I knew it.” they said to themselves before saying it louder, “I knew it.”

“I have the place I’m picking. I’m using the check to pay for my plane ticket and then the enrollment for the courses.”

“What are you on about? You don’t accept gifts like that from boys.” they say and you furrow your eyebrows. They stare at it.

“That looks like an engagement ring.”

“It’s just a promise ring. I had it for weeks now and you’re just now noticing.” you groan out.

“That’s why you’re changing your mind a lot. You’re surrounding your life to fit Edward’s. Y/N, what about you?”

“I am not. I am thinking about me, okay? You just don’t approve the decisions that I’m making…For whatever reason.”

“Look at the decisions you’re making! What courses are you talking about? I have your flight handled for whatever school you choose…”

“I’m going to a prestigious intensive.”

“And where is that?” they grit out.

You tell them, their eyes grow wide. It wasn’t the original plan.

“Y/N.”

You blink at them.

“You’re only doing this because of Edward.” they state. You shake your head.

“I’m doing this because it’s my passion. I can’t do what you want me to do, you don’t understand.”

“Oh, no I completely understand. You’re going to run off and go astray from your goals! No. You’re not doing it.”

You scoff at their behavior.

“I am.” you state. They look at you. You look at them.

“You’re not.” they state with their foot down but you had nothing else to lose, this was for you.

“When I graduate..I’m doing what I please.” you say.

“Oh, really?” they ask and you blink. They ask how would you and your other parent feel about you going back to them, making you leave Forks.

Your heart dropped as they picked up the phone. The thought of leaving this place, without the Cullens made you feel like your heart was torn out. It felt like you finally found your place.

“I’m not leaving Forks.” you boldly state.

“I will make sure you do.” they say with a point, their mind was made up, “You’re too distracted here by boys and playful hobbies. Maybe it’s time you go back home where you were more focused.” they say and the phone trills as they call your other parent, “Give me the ring. I will give it back to Dr. Cullen. You are to not see Edward until I feel you have your buisness together.” they say as they beckon their hand.

You scoff with tears threatening to prickle your eyes. You storm off, ignoring them calling your name.

You didn’t want to be in the house with them, you leave out of the back door, huffing in anger. It was completely unfair. First it was piano, then it was Edward, and now they were trying to get you to leave Forks.

The clear pathway to the woods in your backyard was where you walked to clear your head. You didn’t want to say anything that you didn’t mean, you instead curse under your breath as you took steps further into the trees. You knew your way back, but you wished you could have some type of control.

After walking enough distance, you felt yourself cool off. The wind blew in your direction and you turned back around to start your walk back to your home, only for your eyes to widen and for you to gasp out in surprise.

Large dark eyes stared back at you with wild eyes. You slowly take small and subtle steps backwards, their large head tilts to the side. It was bigger than a horse, bigger than any bear you’ve ever seen.

It stood tall and the fur was black as coal. It started making small steps toward you. You trip as you tried to walk backwards but you fell on your bottom. Your entire body was shaking in fear. The animal could easily rip you to shreds.

You hear your name as you see Edward, Rosalie, and Emmett meet where you were, faces painted with worried looks. The large black animal growled very loudly, baring its teeth at them and ran off in a flash.

It all happened so fast.

Emmett grabs you up with ease, you reach for Edward but he had chased after the animal that was running on four legs. You yell for his name but you’re already on route back to your home.

You’re shaking when you’re back on your feet at the back door but Emmett still has a hold on your arms to keep you from buckling your knees.

“Go ahead in the house Y/N, I’ll just come to your window.” Rosalie tells you.

“Where did Edward go?!” you ask in panic, aiming right back to the forest but Rosalie firmly calls your name to calm you down as Emmett tightens his grip on you.

“He will be fine. Just go in the house.” she says carefully but with hardness.

You walk through your home, your parent hanging up the phone as they take a look at you, “That’s Y/N, talk to you later.”

They call your name, but you continue stomping into your room, closing and locking your door. You jump in surprise to see Rosalie standing there with her arms folded.

You breathe out.

“Why were you in the woods like that by yourself? You’re asking to be killed.” she hissed out, taking steps towards you.

You slightly roll your eyes, “My life is about to go in a whole different direction and it’s all because I am choosing me.”

“What do you mean?” she asks with knitted eyebrows.

“I can’t see Edward anymore.” you choke out and sit on your bed, covering your eyes with both hands.

You sniff as Rosalie pulls them away, making you look at her.

“Every parent says that to their child.” she says with soft but sympathetic grin as she rolls her golden eyes.

“Well, it looks like I’m leaving also Forks.” you say and tell them the phone call your parent was making.

“I’m sure it was out of frustration. I don’t think you will actually leave Forks a month or two before graduation.” she says ridiculing your parent’s threat.

You shake your head, not believing her words but you wondered how they knew where you were.

“How did you guys find me anyway?” you ask quietly as you sit on the edge of your bed.

“Alice saw where you were. She panicked because your future went black. She didn’t know if you had gotten hurt, so we rushed to you as fast as possible. You are to not go in the woods by yourself. We could’ve been a second too late.” she explains and you nod.

“Are…Are you sure Edward will be okay?” you ask. The animal was huge, you’ve never seen it before. You seen the sharp teeth that was in their mouth.

“I’m positive. My brother wouldn’t ever go down without a fight.” she assured calmly as she sits next to you, wrapping her arm around your shoulder.

After Rosalie made sure that you were okay, she had left out. A knock is at your door. You slide the ring off and tuck it under your pillow. You slowly rise and open the door.

Your parent looks to you, telling you that dinner is ready. You tried your best to eat but you felt anxious. You wondered if Edward went after it to kill it. You wondered if the large animal hurt him. You wondered if you were able to still go to the dance with Edward.

Silence was at the dinner table except for clinks of silverware on plates and the occasional soft thud of a cup being sat down. You immediately go to your room when you were finished with the dishes.

Flicking on the light, Edward faces you with a worried look.

Your eyes are filled with worry as you both meet each other and wrap your arms around each other, no words were said as you both soaked in each other’s presence.

“I missed you.” he breathed out in your neck. You froze a bit, only because you felt the same way. He pulls back when he notices your silence.

“I missed you too.” you said quietly.

“Are you okay?” Edward asks you, rubbing your arms and staring deep in your eyes.

“No. I was so worried about you.” you say and place your hands on his chest. He takes your hands and immediately look down in confusion before looking to you. You slide your hands out of his grip.

He looked hurt as you walked over to your pillow.

“You took it off?” he asks in a whisper.

“I had to.” you say to him and as you slid the promise ring back on, you told him that your parent wanted you to give it back. The piece of him, became a piece of you.

He doesn’t say anything as he pulled you closer to him. You heard him take a breath in as his face rested against your neck. His lips stayed there as your eyes were closed, pressed against him in a sandwiched embrace.

He cups the side of your face, you had no choice but to look up into his, a look of disapproval, “Never wander off without me. I came just in time to prevent such imperiled behavior from that…” he lets out a huff that sounded like a mixture of disgust and discomfort.

You pull back and take a look of his face, it’s painted with a look of grimace. Not wanting this moment to be ruined by something outside of you two, you pull his hands instead towards the comfortable chair you both liked to cuddle in. He immediately was already seated and your arms wrap around his neck as you sit sideways over his lap.

“Where did you go?”

“I chased after it…But I read..His mind… He’s a descendant of a shapeshifter.” he says.

“You mean….They exist now?!” you say, your voice rise up and you both freeze for a moment.

“Why did you go after it or…Him?” you question him with a harsh whisper.

“They’re dangerous. They run in a pack. He’s the only one now but he will eventually have a pack that will grow.” he says and your eyes swim with worry.

“I thought you said they had died off?” you question.

“They did. Me and my family have been here for all of this time and haven’t came across one since the ones we met in the past, until today. Today is the first time. He seems to be newly transformed…He was all over the place with his thoughts.” he said in thought.

You whisper his name, but when he looked at you, you became a coward to the future words in your mind.

“What is it?” he asks and the way that he shifted in the chair, he really wants to know.

“Edward, I might have to leave. So you have nothing to worry about me being in more danger.” you say and he shakes his head, “You don’t have to worry about going back home.”

“I wonder if he knew because from Rosalie.” you thought in your mind. You look to his concentrated face, he gives you a look that lets you know that he answers your wonder.

“How do you know?” you then ask. He flickered his eyes around your face with a soft grin to cut the tension, “Because, you forgot we have a dance to go to.”

You groan into his neck, “You know there’s no way I’m going to be able to go with you while they’re this mad at me.”

“Stop worrying.” he says.

“I have no choice but to.” you say but he doesn’t take you seriously. You try to lift from his lap but he tightens his grip, “I do promise that you don’t have to worry..”

“I don’t know if I can trust that.”

He doesn’t say anything as he let his bright and gold eyes fall to your lap.

“You don’t trust me?”

“I…Do. I do trust you.” you say and he looks back to you and speaks out, “I trust you.”

You became overwhelming shy as you fell silent. You then break free to rise as you look down to him with a small grin. Two hands rest on your hips for a moment, “Want to see my idea?”

He nods and he’s next to you as you press down on the keys of the keyboard, you change a bit of the keys to the song that he taught you, adding your own twist.

He was silent. The silence as you look for his reaction.

You were shocked but you close your eyes with hidden excitement. He gently lifts his lips from the side of your mouth as you wait for his mouth to fully touch yours. You smile down as he easily holds you close with his strong arms, arms around his neck, your feet barely touching the ground as lean forward to savor his mouth. It was addicting. His lips still brushed yours closely as you took moments to breathe.

“You didn’t tell me what you thought of it.” you whisper as you and Edward were deep in covers into your bed, the night wafting through the environment of your bedroom.

“I love it.”

“That’s all you could’ve said.” you say to him with a grin. He grins back.

“What better way than to show it?”

You lean in his arms to plant him a goodnight kiss. You both couldn’t help resisting the need to engage in choreographed moves with both mouths. It was supposed to just be one kiss. It felt like you both were the only ones in the world and the entire world stopped. Goosebumps were spread throughout your body as his gracious fingers held you tight, brushing the skin peeking from your night clothes.

There was time to spare as you both sat in the school parking lot in his car.

“I accepted your promise to keep me safe. I accept your promise to not let me worry.” you say. You two were face to face but close as you both were deep conversation.

“Can I have a promise?”

Your chuckle softly as you peered at him. You then nod.

“Promise me that you will stick to the promise that you gave yourself.”

You look away.

He calls your name. You look at him with uncertainty.

“It’s scary Edward…”

“It isn’t-”

“That’s so easy for you to say.” you say.

Placing two hands on your knee, he peered at you with admiration that you couldn’t help but soften at, “I make promises that I keep.”

“I need…Like a plan…” you say whisper and try to rack your brain. The bell sounds off and Edward was already at your side pulling the door open.

His arm was glued around you both walk to your first classroom.

In the library, you both were leaned very close to each other, from the outside looking in, you both looked as if you two were kissing. But really, it was just quiet talk.

“Alice is finished with what you’re wearing to the dance.” Rosalie says to you, as she leans into Emmett who has his arm around her, at the lunch table.

“I want to be surprised on the day of.” you say after you swallow your food.

“You have to try it on.” she says and you lift up a smile, “I don’t want Edward to sneak and see me in it.” you say.

“So, the shapeshifters…I thought Edward said they died off.. The last one was so long ago..Why now?” you whisper to Jasper.

From sitting next to him, you mastered writing down the notes as you make quiet talk with him.

“I’m not quite sure why now but, as long as the respect is mutual, we should be fine. We have a treaty.”

“I meant to ask…Is it hard to not have a diet that the average one has?” you whisper.

“Of course it is. It’s a mental strength thing as well.”he answered.

”Play it again.” Edward says quietly with a dopey smile. His fist rest against his face as he looked at you.

“No.” you speak in a small voice as you shyly laugh.

His fingertips brush your cheek, making your skin react to his touch. You both sat at the piano bench, mushed close together. He leans close as your heart pounds in your ear.

“For me?” he says quietly in your ear, his lips brush against it. The ticklish sensation makes you shrug with a slight smile, “What do I get if I do?” you whisper and lean back a bit to look to him.

A crooked grin is planted on his face, “I’ll play something.”

You sigh with a small smile, “Fine.” You start playing with the both of you looking at each other, he was amazed as you then look away while continuing to play. He could watch you and your fingers all day. The same fingers he loved to kiss.

The song was finished and you both react to it being over with lips meeting each other again and again. You pull back and let him be in position to play, saying with a grin, “Alright, alright. Let’s see what you got.”

You were sucked in, his talent pulled you in. You felt one with the music. A small smile formed on your lips as you sat and listened. You could hear and watch him play all day. When he was finished, you were silent. He sat still silently and waited for your approval, you lean in, he watched you as you lean in slowly. Both of your faces touch, your lips move to meet his jaw before planting your lips onto his.

Climbing up to the stairs to his room, you thought you both were going to be lounging there, but you find yourself latched onto his back as he is climbing the tree that stood tall outside of his bedroom window.

Sitting in the middle of a grassy field, you look ahead as you both hold each other.

“You never told me what you thought of it.” he stated against your ear. You smile a bit at the butterflies swarming in your stomach as you answered, “I love it.”

“Do you really?”

“Yes.”

“You said you needed a plan.”

“I do.” you sigh out.

“Remember when I told you not to worry?”

You look to him. He looks at you. You then look to the plants that sprouted in the nature that surrounded you both.

“What is it?” he asks.

“Nothing. You just told me not to worry.” you say.

“You forget that Alice saw your future…Of you deciding to go through with your decision.”

“Was I happy? I didn’t regret it?”

“There was a lot of smiles and success. I hope that doesn’t mean you regret it.”

At lunch, you almost choked on your lunch.

“What do you mean ask to sleep over?”

“It’s the weekend tomorrow.” Rosalie says.

You look with uncertainty.

“Movie night. Movie night.” Emmett chants and Rosalie shushes him. Jasper silently chuckles. You found it amusing. Rosalie speaks again, “Anyway, if you want me to ask with you, I can.”

“Sure. Just know it’s a hard bargain.” you say.

Your parent narrowed your eyes slightly at Rosalie. They were trying to figure her out but Rosalie stood there with neutral eyes.

“Will Edward be there?”

“Only my sister. It’s just us girls.” she says as her perfect golden hair was flicked with her fingers.

“Hm…” they say and they look at you.

“Will I regret this?” they ask you. You shake your head, you couldn’t believe that they were considering, “I will show you my completed homework when I come back home if you want.”

“You can go….But,” they hold a pointed finger up.

You look to them.

“Me and you will have to talk when you come home.” they say. You nod.

As you pack an over night bag, Rosalie sits at the end of your bed as you both talk.

“Hopefully, we don’t scare you away.”

Chuckling, “Hopefully I don’t get your nerves. I’m itching to touch that piano.” you say and Rosalie grin a bit but you frown a bit as you tell her, “You never let me hear you play.”

“I play from time to time. Not as much as Edward.” she tells you.

He was already standing outside when Rosalie parked in front of the home. He hugged you tight in his arms as you both kissed each other. Whispering how happy you were to see each other.

“Sorry.” you say to Rosalie as you seen that she was carrying your bag when you and Edward finally made it inside.

She only grinned.

Edward tugged your hand, tugging you to his bedroom. You froze. He looks to you.

“Esme picked it out.” he says with a slight grin.

“I could’ve just slept on the couch.” you say as you run your hand over the unbelievable soft and warm comforter.

“I was not going to let you sleep on the couch.” he says and tugged you so that you both have a seat. You hum out a sound of approval you couldn’t help but lay back on the bed with your arms out. He flows your action.

“Wow. It’s actually comfortable.” you say with slight surprise.

This makes him chuckle, “Good. It’s been a long time since I’ve last slept in a bed.”

He turns his body to where he’s on his stomach, you peer to him with as your hand cradled his face. You two contently blink at each other.

The hand where your ring rested, his lips pressed against your palm. You watch as his eyes were closed as he holds it to his lips, he trails his lips as he placed slow and open mouth kisses upon the inside of your wrist. His eyes rolled up to peak at you. It made your heart jump.

You look away with a shy expression as a ticklish feeling came about through your body. He stands and holds out your hand that’s attached to his and before you knew it, you’re holding tight to his back. It wasn’t freezing outside, but the wind was fast with Edward’s speed.

You softly chuckle at flowery field that looked untouched by humanity as you fluidly slid down from his back. He slings an arm around your shoulder. He placed one kiss on the cheek as you blink.

You both appreciated and took time to admired the view in comfortable silence. A thought comes in your head.

“I don’t have to always be on your back.”

“What do you mean?”

“Never mind.” you say quickly. He turns you to him. He encouraged with, “No, what did you mean?”

You peak a look at him. You slowly step forward and wrap your arms around his neck. He peers his eyes straight into you.

“Like this…But, you don’t have to.”

“I’m scared that you will get hit by like a branch or whatnot.” he says with a humorous smile and you return it, playfully rolling your eyes a bit.

You unwrap your arms and he immediately holds you to him as you face behind him. An arm is around your waist.

“I like it when you hold me.”

He pressed you closer and him. You turn with your arms right back around him and you both are now pressed in a hug.

“I like it when you look at me.”

Together, you both lean in to rest each other’s foreheads. He closed the distance as you both respond to each other’s lips. Being so close, his lips trail to your jaw, to your neck. Your eyes flutter closed as you felt your feet being lifted off the ground.

He stills his lips on your neck when you slowly adjust yourself, your legs around his waist.

You both are now eye to eye with each other.

“Is..Is this okay?” you stutter out. He blinked as if he was trying to concentrate on something. He eventually nodded, tightening his grip on you.

It was evident he was holding something back. You didn’t know what so you stayed still. His face didn’t stay still as he leans in very slowly. Your eyes flutter close as his lips press to yours in a gentle way.

Lips were glued to each other, grips were tighter as you breathe out a heavy breath from your nose. You didn’t want to break the kiss but you needed to breathe. You do but his lips transfer to your neck.

A deep feeling inside of you spread as you move your hips upward due to instinct. He goes forward, still attached to each other but your back is now on the ground.

He pulls away with his forehead on yours.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered and goes to untangle himself.

You grab onto him, “For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.” you whisper. He looked at you and saw your face. There was hidden excitement that he’s never seen from you before. He instead rests on his elbows with his head slightly tilted back.

Small shimmers of his skin, hits as the last bit of the sun rays display them.

You bring your hand to steer his cheek to get him to look at you. He’s does.

“Why did you apologize?” you ask carefully.

He takes his time, “I have to be careful.”

You don’t say anything.

You instead climb in his lap and he holds you. “Look at the view.” you coo as you rub his arms, you back is to his hard chest.

He pressed his lips to your cheek and you keep your eyes to the sunset. It was beautiful. Beautiful enough to bring tears in your eyes. You push away the feeling of your tears threatening to fall as his lips touch your ear.

“It will only be just you?” you ask Edward as Esme takes your empty plate. You quickly silently thank her.

“Yes.”

You rest your elbows on the table as you look to him.

“I’m not dragging you from your family. You don’t have to come with me.”

With a slight grin he speaks as he takes a hold of your hand, “We always reunite in the end. Some of us will leave and just come back. But, right now, I want to be there with you. You’ll need motivation.”

“So, you’re saying you motivate me?” you tease but you look at his neutral face, “Yes.”

“It’s only for like three weeks. I will be back.” you say with a slight chuckle and small shrug.

“Yeah, about that…” he seriously says and his eyebrows pull together to focus. Your attention is on only him.

“You might need more than just three weeks.” he says as he pulls on your hand. You follow him up the grand stairs with slight confusion on your face, “Well, that’s how long the program is.”

He closed his door as he then pulls your other hand in his, “You want to go pro…”

“I do.”

“Right…So, we really need to get you prepared.”

“So, I can get lessons here.” you say.

“Or…You can…Learn from me..”

“I wouldn't ask you to do that.” you say as you slightly couldn’t believe his words. He doesn’t say anything.

“It’s not a guarantee I would like...Make it. Only the 1% do. I’ll probably end up as a teacher or something.” you shrug off casually.

“But it’s not your dream.” he clarifies.

“What if it is?” you say not looking at him. He scoffs with a laugh, “It’s not.”

It was filled with confidence as if he knew you since forever.

“So, you’re going to be my teacher?” you say.

“Sure. If teacher is too much, you can call it your physical cheat sheet. I know you can do it.”

“How long would…We be away?” you ask quietly as you both join hands and have a seat on the bed.

“The exact duration? I don't know. But, what I do know, is that all of the rigorous hard work will pay off for you in the end."

You look down.

"We can travel together." he stated quietly and you look up with a look of realization. A slow grin formed on your face. "That's actually true."

Comfortable silence spreads out in the air before you tsk to yourself, "Should've brought my keyboard."

"Just bring it next time."

"Next time?" you ask with a small grin.

He then looks down at your fingers as he traces them with his own. "I mean...Only if you want to."

"I would..Love to. I just don't want to overstay my company."

"It's impossible. You can even overstay in my heart." he says and you breathe out a chuckle.

A knock hits the door and Emmett peaks his head in.

"I didn't forget Y/N." he says. He wants to watch a movie.

You rise with a grin, "I didn't either."

You grab Edward's hand as you follow Emmett. It was an action movie of course. His excited talking and reactions let him know he’s been looking forward to it.

You don’t know you fell asleep until you felt a shiver come about. A trail of coolness surrounded your shoulder. You blink your eyes open and turn your head to find a content Edward watching you wake up.

The house was quiet.

You and Edward sat quietly on the bench, not touching the piano yet.

“Did you…Eat?” you quietly say and he nods.

“When?” you ask.

“Right before I woke you up, I was just coming back in.”

You nod as you then watch his fingers flip to a complex music sheet. You gasp.

“What?”

“I should be asking you what…What is this?” you ask as you read the notes. A tinker of laughter rings in your ears.

“It looks intimidating but just watch..”

“You play it first.” you say and you both swift positions.

He played it slow so you could hear the flow and rhythm. He finished and looks to you.

“Come on, don’t be nervous.” he whispers as he rubbed your shoulders. You sigh a bit with your eyes closed before taking your original position. You position your fingers.

You played painfully slow trying to remember the sounds. Edward lets you play it out but he asks you to play it again.

“Remember, read the sheets.” he points.

You peaked up from your fingers as you played the second time. It was better than the first time, but prioritizing practice was definitely the best thing to do.

Edward let you take a break after multiple run throughs. You both talked.

“So…We will be..Living with each other?” you ask.

He nods softly. You look to the weighted keys.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want-“

“It’s just scary…That’s all….I wouldn’t mind..”

“What’s scary?” he genuinely asks.

“You know…” you began with a sheepish expression and a slight shrug, “We’ve only known each other since what…January?”

He nods as he goes into thought, “It doesn’t feel like it if I’m honest. It feels like I’ve known you for so long.”

“I do too but…I don’t want us to stray from each other..If you’re serious about helping me, I really don’t want our relationship to be consumed with nothing but work.”

“It will only make us stronger,” he explains, “I know how serious you are about this and I really want to help you. You have a great skill, it’s so natural.”

“So why do you like to torture me.” you joke as you jerk your head towards the music sheet that stood tall in front of you.

“I’m not trying to.” he says with a flash of his teeth, “You may not believe me now, but it will all come so easy that you will not believe that you had ever doubted yourself.”

You stare at the music sheet as you tried to imagine that scenario for yourself. He rubbed your shoulder before you placed your fingers back to the keys.

You shift through your worksheets in his bedroom, you shoot a glare at Edward.

“Explain yourself.”

“I wanted to help.” he says.

“I get it but I don’t want you to be doing my work for me.” you say as you peered down at the completed work, his handwriting was spot on with copying your handwriting. Even knowing the quirks of how you write your words.

You put them away, he then tugs your arm to pull you to him with an apologetic expression. You stare at him as you softly sigh slowly as you melt in his embrace.

“Don’t look at me like that.” you softly whisper.

“Like what?”

“Like you just kicked my puppy.”

He brings out a quiet laugh.

You lean and capture the utensil in your mouth and began to chew and swallow. Edward sets the utensil down, scooping more food to feed you.

“I don’t want to go home.” you confess to him. He insisted on taking you to lunch before dropping you off.

“I don’t want you to go home.” he whispered.

Before you unbuckled your seatbelt, his fingers tips were on your cheek as you both let your lips meet with his. You both kissed slowly and savored the feeling of being this close to each other.

You catch your breath as he kissed your forehead. You take one look at him. His eyes were dark. You chastised him earlier for not hunting, but his excuse was that he wanted to soak in the feeling of your presence before having to go home.

You trudged to your front door. You carry your bag and twist open the door. You peak one last look at him watching you enter your home, before you close the door. The door was separating you two, you didn’t know about him, but for you, it felt like a piece of you was severed away from you. You wondered if it was the same for him.

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simshaderoom Bfly Hive…… How are we doing this morning? You good? If you went to bed early last night you missed Bailey Kay make the announcement to cancel her upcoming residency as well as take a break from entertainment. If you need us we’re gonna be crying and doing choreography in the corner while BK is home chilling with her fam, looking gorgeous, glowing and rubbing her bump. Congratulations (Tyrese voice).

dizzy des Hate to say it. No I don’t. I TOLD YOU SO. Check for those refunds and then buy tix to my show instead. #ReclaimingTheThrone #BKE Springs #StayTuned

dizzy des And for the record she QUIT her job. Officially quit the Entertainer Career. That's not a break. Just up and quit on y'all. Sad. Is this your Queen?! 🤣 Another win for me. Gotta love it.

rubberbandshan Chile. Anyways. I am in my butterfly feelings. I can’t lie. But BK deserves to take all the time she needs. She has literally given us life her entire career. We gon be alright. Love you BK 🦋❤️

kingb A blessing in disguise. I spent way too much on tickets and the Watcher knows what I was about to do for the flight & hotel 😩. We stan a responsible Queen 😆. Seriously we love you BK 🦋❤️

simsagainstBK Girl. Just retire. Pack it up. You're done. Finally.

perfectmoms It’s about time she put her kids first. Only took until the fourth one. SMH

anon Yikes. So postponing wasn’t an option? She’s not coming back y’all. Time for us to move on.

bflyhive As long as Butterfly Springs is open I’ll be there to party! I’m about to visit that exhibit every damn day. I’m sure BK will make an appearance and I’m not missing it 🦋❤️

bkstan Prioritizing family and her mental and physical health Is the ultimate Queen move. We love and support you BK! 🦋❤️

c.spiracy I know we might be feeling down right now, but BK wants us to look at the positive. She said don’t let anyone break our souls or steal our happy and that includes her. This is still a celebration! And what we’re celebrating was in the hidden message I’m sure you missed. BK touched her belly a total of three times during the live. The very first time she did it she said the baby was bringing run the world energy. Who runs the world? Girls! Gender of her first child? Girl! How many girls would she have total? 3! Issa baby butterfly gender reveal! Thank you BK for the special way you always communicate with us! We love you and will wait until the end of time for you! 🦋🩷

[woso-dreamzzz]

Magda's Princesse

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: A look back at your birth from Magda's perspective

Magda is already at the airport when she gets the call. She recognises the caller ID instantly and a smile appears on her face as she answers it.

"I'll be there soon," She says," I'm just about to get on the plane."

"You need to call Emma," Is what Pernille answers.

Magda's just about to get her ticket checked. She stops. "What?"

"You need to call Emma," Pernille repeats," And tell her that you'll be sitting the next few games out. You're busy."

Magda, for some reason, is feeling especially stupid because she just can't quite grasp what's being told to her. "But I'm not?"

"You are!" Pernille snaps before she lets out a groan of pain," Because I will be damned if I push your baby out and you run back to England a few days later."

Magda slumps into her seat in shock. "But...You can't be having her now! She's early!"

"By two days." Pernille sounds like she's gritting her teeth. "I'll send you the hospital address. I don't care how you do it but if you miss this, Magda, I will not be happy."

The line is dropped.

Magda is a tight ball of worry the entire flight. She's drunk two glasses of wine to ease her worries before cutting herself off in case she accidentally drinks herself into a coma before getting to the hospital.

She's one of the first off the plane and through border control. It takes half an hour to get her luggage and then another to find a taxi that will get her to the hospital.

Fischer is waiting outside for her, guiding Magda inside without little fanfare.

"She came to visit us at training," Magda's national teammate tells her," And then she went into labour."

"And the baby?"

"Fine so far," Fischer replies," Nothing to report."

Magda bursts into the room and attaches herself to Pernille. "Am I late?"

Pernille gives her a look. "Does it look like you're late?"

No, it certainly doesn't and Magda breathes a sigh of relief. "I think I scared Nilla. I left all my luggage with her."

"She's got spare keys," Pernille replies through deep, calming breaths as she works through another contraction," She can take your stuff to my place."

"Is it bad?" Magda asks sympathetically, letting Pernille squeeze her hand," The pain?"

"I've been told it will get worse," Pernille says," The nurse said I'm only five centimetres dilated. We could be here for a few more hours. Have you called Emma yet?"

Magda shakes her head. No, she hasn't. She was a bit preoccupied with making sure that she didn't miss the birth.

"We have time," Pernille says," Call her now and tell her."

●～●～●～●～

It's early in the morning when you make your appearance.

In solidarity, Magda does not go to sleep even though Pernille tells her to multiple times. She doesn't because if Pernille is suffering then it doesn't stand to reason that Magda gets to relax.

She's glad about it too because you come very early in the morning and if she was sleeping, Magda is ninety percent sure that Pernille wouldn't have been able to wake her up.

But you arrive with a lot of fanfare and even more screaming.

The doctor looks at you before turning around to get your weight from the nurses while Magda mops up Pernille's sweaty forehead and pulls her in for a gentle, loving kiss.

"You did it," She whispers," She's here."

Pernille, still exhausted, manages a smile. "She's here."

"For the mamas," The doctor says in stilted English.

He passes the bundle into Magda's arms.

You're finally quiet, swaddled securely in the baby blanket your parents had picked out for you weeks ago. You're staring up at her, with wide unblinking eyes. Your mouth is open and sucking on the air, rooting for milk already.

There are wisps of hair on your head and Magda gently unwraps you. You whine a little at the loss of warmth but quieten instantly when you are laid on Pernille's bare chest.

She looks down at you with a soft look. Her finger came up to stroke your cheek. You turn your head, lips searching for milk but catching her finger instead.

She coos at you as you suckle on her finger, eyes drooping shut.

Pernille looks up at Magda, who has her camera out and has already taken pictures she knows are going to be framed on the wall of her London home.

"She's here," Pernille says again with a watery smile.

"She is," Magda replies. She joins Pernille on the bed and gently strokes your little wisps of hair. "Look at her. We've done so well. She's so sweet."

"You make beautiful babies," Pernille says with a smile.

Magda laughs. "You can't say that to anyone. I've already gotten annoyed with the teasing about me knocking you up."

"Mm," Pernille laughs too," But you did knock me up. I've got the outcome right here."

Your eyes are open again, blinking to adjust to the light and your new outside surroundings. You suck more heavily on Pernille's finger.

"I think she needs a feed," Magda says.

●～●～●～●～

They're discharged from hospital the next day and Magda hovers incessantly when they take you back to Pernille's apartment.

Your nursery has been set up for weeks now, in anticipation when Magda had last visited and raided the local IKEA, building everything herself.

You're dressed up snugly in a bunny onesie, your feet kicking as your finally placed in your crib - which had been immediately moved into Pernille's room when it became clear that neither she nor Magda wanted to be separated from you.

"Hi, princesse," Magda coos.

You kick your legs again.

"You're so pretty, yes you are."

You're kicking becomes more repetitive as you stick your fist in your mouth.

"Look at those legs go. You're going to be such a good addition to Sweden when you're older."

"You mean Denmark," Pernille rasps. She rubs her eyes, having just taken a quick power nap. "I'm not raising my daughter to wear a Sweden jersey."

Magda rolls her eyes playfully. This conversation had been happening ever since they found out Pernille was pregnant. "We'll see."

Pernille picks you up gently, supporting your head before guiding Magda to the rocking chair, slowly placing you in her arms.

Magda leans down to kiss your head and breathe in your unique newborn smell. She smiles. You stare up at her.

A camera sounds and Magda doesn't even have to look up to know Pernille is grinning.

"That's getting framed," Pernille says," I think I'll put it on my bedside table. So I can remember this moment with you and the princesse."

"We need to give her a name soon," Magda says as Pernille crouches by the rocking chair and pulls the onesie's hood up onto your head, making it look like you have floppy bunny ears. "We can't keep calling her the princesse."

"Mmm." Pernille's finger strokes over your cheek. "I know it wasn't on the list but I like y/n."

"y/n," Magda repeats," Is that your name? Are you a y/n?"

You kick your legs out, catching Magda in the ribs.

"That's a pretty powerful strike, princesse. I think she's giving us her approval."

Pernille's eyes are so full of love that Magda almost bursts into tears. "I think so too. y/n Harder-Eriksson."

"y/n Eriksson-Harder."

"We've got another day before the trip to the embassies. We'll argue about her last name later," Pernille says," What matters right now is princesse has a name now."

"It's a very pretty name."

[winchesterwild78]

Broken pt 5

Master List

Characters: Jensen x Reader (wife)

Warnings: a little bit of angst, but mostly fluff.

A/N:  Idea given to me by @cheekygirl2309. This one is a little different than what I usually write. This chapter has a little bit of sunshine for our couple.

Minors DNI 18+

Jensen grabbed me and pulled me close to him. “Pregnant? Really?” Tears filled his eyes. “Yes, Jens. We’re going to have a baby.” 

He took me by the hand and led me to the couch. “Sit here baby. I’m gonna fix you something to eat.” I chuckled, “Jensen, I’m not hungry right now.” “Well you haven’t eaten much, let me get you some fruit or something, please.” His green eyes flicked to mine, “Please baby. Let me take care of you and our baby.” 

I nodded and my hand instinctively went to my belly. “Okay Jensen. How about some apples and water?” 

He smiled and went to the kitchen. A few minutes later he came back with a plate of apples and a bottle of water. 

“Thank you, Jensen.” He smiled and sat next to me. 

“Jensen, I think we should wait to tell everyone. It’s still very early and I want to make sure everything is okay before we do.” 

“Whatever you want, baby. 

Jensen and I had decided to head back home, well Toronto since we wanted to see the doctor right away. 

He booked the plane tickets and we were heading home the next day. I was ready but really didn’t want to leave our little cocoon we found ourselves in. 

Being here with him, in the silence of the mountains made everything else seem to disappear. He however, needed to get back to work too. 

The flight home was uneventful and Jensen let Eric know he was back. His filming schedule was set to resume in two days.

We were able to get set up with a local doctor who thankfully had an opening today. As we walked into the office Jensen was immediately recognized, but thankfully everyone was professional. 

The nurse immediately took us back to prevent us from being bombarded by people. I was thankful. Dr Ellington was sweet. She was obviously a fan of Jensen’s and was a little star struck, but maintained her composure. She confirmed the pregnancy and she ordered an ultrasound. Checking the heartbeat and measurement she estimated I was about 5-6 weeks along. 

We talked to her about my endometriosis and asked if it would have any effect on the pregnancy. She explained that with endometriosis I had a higher risk for pregnancy loss and complications that could lead to delivering via c-section. 

I grabbed Jensen’s hand and squeezed. She saw the fear in my eyes, “It’s okay, sweetie. We will just keep you coming back every week and keep a close eye on you and the little nugget.” I nodded and let out the breath I was holding. 

Jensen asked more questions as I took in everything she said. I was terrified and wanted to make sure I did everything right. We scheduled the next appointment, next Wednesday and we left. 

“Jens, what about work? You can’t take off every week to go to the doctor’s office with me.” He grabbed my hand and held it tight, “Yes I can, and yes I will. I told you, you and this baby are a priority. I’ll talk to Eric and we will work it out.” 

I nodded. Thankful for such an amazing husband. I could see he was really trying. I knew he was worried about what the doctor said, but I also knew he wouldn’t burden me with the worry. 

“Jens, I’m scared.” He glanced over at me and nodded, “I know baby. I am too, but we will do whatever it takes to keep both of you safe and healthy.” 

The next few months Jensen and I fell into a comfortable groove. He would go to do his shoots and on days I had an appointment he would go in late. Some days I’d go with him, others I would go back to the apartment. 

As my pregnancy progressed the doctor wanted me to rest as much as possible, so that meant on set I was confined to the trailer. 

I was laying on the couch in Jensen’s trailer as he was on set. He had brought lunch and we snuggled on the couch until he had to go back. The baby was active today so he sat with his hand on my belly for most of his break. 

I loved watching him sing and talk to the baby. He was made to be a father. I had a late afternoon appointment today so Jensen was working on getting his scenes done before we had to leave. 

Laying on the couch I fell asleep. I dreamed of my father again. 

“Daddy. It’s been so long.” I ran and threw my arms around him. “Hey peanut. Looks like you’re growing a bit.” He chuckled as he touched my belly. “Yeah. The baby is growing and is healthy. They are just keeping an eye on us to make sure we stay that way.” My dad nodded, “Yeah. Don’t worry, sweetie. He’s going to be just fine. I promise.” Before I could ask him what he meant I heard Jensen’s soft voice, “Baby, wake up. It’s time to go to the doctor.” 

I stretched and looked at him. He had already showered and changed. I was a little disappointed. I loved seeing him in his Soldier Boy costume. “Did you have a good nap, baby?” Jensen asked as he helped me get up. 

“Yeah, I dreamed about daddy again. He called the baby a “he”.” 

Jensen smiled, “Well, maybe it is a boy. That would be fine with me.” His green eyes sparkled. 

Arriving at the doctor’s office it was a bit busier than I expected. Unfortunately that meant we had to wait in the waiting room for a bit. It always made me nervous, but most of the people there were respectful and left us alone. 

My leg bounced nervously. Jensen smirked and placed his hand on my leg. He leaned over and kissed my cheek, “Hey, it’s okay baby.” I looked at him and nodded. 

A younger woman came in and sat near us. She kept looking up at Jensen and then over at me. She gasped softly, realizing who he was. We hadn’t officially announced the pregnancy yet, so her seeing us made me even more nervous. 

I looked over at her and pleaded with my eyes. Jensen saw the concern on my face. He decided to be his charming self. “Excuse me ma’am?” He flashed that killer smile. She looked up and blushed, “Yes?” he extended his hand, “I’m Jensen, and this is my wife Y/N.” 

She nodded, “Yeah, I know who you are. I’m a fan. Sorry for staring. I didn’t know she was pregnant.” Jensen smiled and nodded, “Yeah, we haven’t announced it yet. We’re just trying to make sure everything is okay with her and the baby before we do. She just recently lost her dad and we’ve been grieving and working on keeping the baby safe. I would really appreciate it if you didn’t say anything to anyone.” 

She looked at me and then back at Jensen, “Oh I am so sorry to hear about your dad, but yes, totally. Your secret is safe with me. I promise. I’m having a difficult pregnancy too, so I completely understand. I hope everything works out with the baby.” Jensen placed his hand on her shoulder, “I’m sorry you’re having a difficult pregnancy. That has to be scary, and thank you for keeping our secret. We really do appreciate it. What’s your name, darlin’?” “Oh Karly Johnson, and this little bean is going to be Samantha Jane.” 

“Well it’s nice to meet you Karly, and I hope Samantha continues to do well. Thanks again.” She nodded and he sat down.

A few minutes later we were being called back. After being checked, bloodwork done, and other tests done it was time to move to ultrasound. 

Jensen helped me lay back on the table and the ultrasound tech got the machine ready. 

“You two ready to see your baby?” She asked as she grabbed the wand. We nodded. Jensen held my hand as we heard the heartbeat. Tears filled my eyes. It was so strong and steady. 

“So, do we want to know what we’re having?” I looked at Jensen and he looked at me, we both said yes at the same time. 

She moved the wand around and then turned the screen more towards us, “So it looks like it’s a boy.” I gasped softly and Jensen chuckled. “A boy?” I whispered. She nodded and showed us how she knew. It was clearly a boy. 

She printed pictures for us, I got cleaned up and changed then we left. 

I couldn’t take my eyes off the pictures. Jensen couldn’t stop smiling. 

“Jens we’re having a boy.” I beamed. “Yeah baby we are.” He couldn’t contain his smile. 

A little while later we were back home and I kept looking at the pictures. Jensen stood with this body leaned against the doorframe watching me. 

She’s so beautiful and now she’s giving me a boy. I can’t believe it. I’m the luckiest man alive. 

He pushed off the doorframe and sat beside me. “Baby?” I looked up at him, “Hmm?” “Are you ready to go public? Once we tell our family it’s a boy.” 

I took a deep breath, “Yeah. I guess we can’t hide it forever. Especially after being recognized today.” 

He nodded. We called our families and they were over the moon with the news the baby was a boy. 

Jensen wanted the announcement to be cute. So he grabbed a sign and wrote 1978 on it and had me take a picture, then he wrote Y/B/Y on it and took a picture, then wrote coming soon and the due date on it and took a picture with a pair of blue booties. 

He put it in a collage and posted it on social media with the caption: “Baby Boy Ackles joining the family soon.” 

The comments, likes and shares were instant. The love was overwhelming. One comment really melted my heart, “Aww that’s perfect. She just lost her dad and now she’s having a boy. I bet her dad sent him to her. 💙 Can’t wait to meet baby boy.” 

Jensen smiled as he pulled me close. “I love you so much baby.” “I love you too, Jens.” 

He placed his hand on my belly, “I love you too. So much.” I smiled and he kissed me softly. “Come on darlin’, let’s get you something to eat.” I smiled and nodded. 

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[huggybearluvr]

"So let me get this straight you've been dating some hockey star from Vancouver for the last six months in secrecy..." you trailed off taking in the dump of words that just spilled from your best-friends mouth, " And now we are spending a two weeks at his families lake house in Michigan?"

"Yes, Quinn invited the both of us to come to Michigan for two weeks this summer," She stated as she pulled out both of your suitcases.

"Wait- how does he know I exist?"

"We've been dating for six months and you don't think I've told him about my bestfriend?"

"fair, when are we leaving?"

"Tomorrow ten am," She smiled as she passed you your suit case.

"So now im dropping everything to come to Michigan with you?" You asked.

"Yes." She smiled happily dragging her suit case to her room as you did the same.

-

The next morning you woke up to Gianna banging on your bedroom door that you had to leave in 20 minutes if you wanted to stop and get star-bucks.

You quickly pulled the comforter off you slipping into some sweatpants a tank grabbing your zip up just incase it was cold on the plane.

You dragged your suitcase out following Gianna down to her car. You both loaded up the jeep heading off the the airport.

-

"Here's your ticket, I don't think we can sit together since I missed early check in," She frowned handing you the aisle seat leaving her with the middle. She knew you hated the middle and preferred the aisle.

You took the ticket following her up to the boarding line.

You checked in with the attendant and headed onto the plane. You found your seat throwing you carry on into the overhead and tucking your back pack under the seat infront of you.

You looked over to see a women in her mid 30's at the window and you secretly crossed your fingers that no one would have the middle seat.

Gianna was only a few rows behind you squished between too teenagers. You definitely got the better seat. As boarding was coming to a close you watched as two men about your age rushed onto the plane.

They walked the aisles looking for their seats. The taller blonde boy, smiled down at you, "I'm in the middle," He spoke softly.

You smiled back nodding as you stood up to allow him into his seat.

Once he had settled into his seat you sat back down. Opting to put your headphones on and relax.

-

As your plane had landed at the airport you waited for them to allow you to get off.

Once the flight attendant had given you the go ahead you stepped out into the aisle.

"I think I might have thrown my stuff on top of your's if you want me to grab mine first?" The boy beside you asked following you stepping into the aisle.

"Sure," You smiled as you stepped back allowing him to remove his bad. He placed it down in the walk way beside him, before reaching back up to grab you bag. He placed it down gently infront of you with a smile.

"I'm Luke by the way," He smiled.

"y/n," You smiled back before turning to look behind you Gianna was stuck a few rows back. 'meet me outside.' you mouthed to her as you followed the line of people off the plane.

Gianna had joined you outside the plane and you both made your way to the baggage claim.

"Quinn is picking us up he should be somewhere around here," She spoke looking around the baggage claim area.

"Okay, I think ours is over there," You said pointing over to the claim area for your flight.

The pair of you headed over that way when Gianna spotted her boyfriend and ran over there.

You watched as she clung to him as if it were her last chance to ever hug him. You laughed to yourself as you walked over.

"Y/n, this is Quinn, Quinn this is Y/n," She spoke turning to face you as his arm draped around her waist.

"It's nice to meet you, I've heard a lot about you," He said with a soft smile.

"It's nice to meet you too," You smiled.

"Alright you two stay in this area and find your bags, I am gonna go try and find my brothers, they were on your flight," He smiled as he turned to walk around the claim area to find his two brothers.

"So, how was your flight?" You asked knowing that she was squished between to teenage boys who had to get multiple warnings from the flight attendants to quiet down.

She rolled her eyes before answering, "it was terrible, how about you? I saw you chatting it up with the guy next to you," She smiled nudging your arm.

"Just friendly, Gianna, I am never gonna see that guy ever again," You spoke as you pulled your bag off the belt.

Once Gianna had hers you returned to the spot Quinn had told you guys to stay around. It wasn't long before he reemerged through the crowd to boys following behind him.

"Gianna, Y/n, these are my brothers Jack and Luke," He spoke as he returned to Giannas side taking her suitcase from her.

You looked up from your phone to see the boy you had met earlier, he was already looking at you, you smiled softly.

"Hey it's nice to meet you guys," Gianna spoke with a smile.

"Lukey, here has already met Y/n, isn't that right Luke," jack spoke playfully hitting his younger brother on the back as he cheeks turned a pale shade of pink.

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Series Masterlist

[sayruq]

"I did not expect that the fact that I am an Israeli who visited Israel a few weeks ago would be a red flag that requires questioning," Neriya Ashwal told Walla. Israeli student Neriya Ashwal landed at an airport near Nottingham last Friday and was detained for questioning by the anti-terrorism unit, according to Walla. Neriya is an Israeli student studying in Barcelona. Last weekend, he had an unpleasant experience when he went on a short visit to Britain for a few days, landing at the small East Midlands airport outside Nottingham on Friday. During questioning at the border control, he was asked if he had recently visited Israel, and he answered yes. He was then forced to undergo a more in-depth questioning by no less than the anti-terrorism unit. After the border control officer asked the usual series of questions, Neriya was asked if he had recently visited Israel. "I answered yes and said I had visited family and friends three weeks ago. The border control officer called someone on the phone and reported that they had an Israeli who had visited Israel recently," Neriya told Walla in a phone call from Barcelona. "He nodded, hung up, and asked me to sit and wait on the side. The passport remained with him. "He continued, "After about a quarter of an hour, three uniformed police officers arrived, talked to each other, looked in my direction, and after another five minutes, two more people in civilian clothes arrived and escorted me to an interrogation room. "The most senior of them told me, 'We are from the anti-terrorism unit. You have nothing to worry about. You are not detained. We just want to have a short conversation. You may go if you choose, but if you choose to go, we will detain you.' "They started by asking the usual questions again: Who am I? Where did I come from? Why did I come? Where do I plan to stay? What exactly do I plan to do? But then it took a left turn. "They started asking, 'Were you in the army?' Were you a combat soldier? 'I told them that I had diabetes and that I was not a fighter but in intelligence." They continued: 'Were you in the field?' I answered no, while it seemed to me that I already understood what they were looking to hear and what they weren't. They continued with questions about the visit, 'When you were in Israel, did you have any role in the army?' I answered 'no' to that as well." Neriya says that at the end of the questioning, they asked for proof of all his plans for the weekend, a return flight ticket, booking a place to stay, and a bus ticket to London. "They tried to be nice, and when the most senior of them left the room, the junior said to me: 'We don't have a problem with you, but because you come from this region, we just want to make sure. There are simply others who come here with other intentions, you know.' "The senior officer then returned to the room and said that I was allowed to go but that they wanted to check my bag first. Another policeman arrived and completely turned my bag over from end to end. He found nothing. Of course. In good time, after an hour, I was free again." Following the incident, Neriya addressed a letter to Israel's current ambassador to the UK Tzipi Hotovely and mentioned the similar case of Nova survivors, the Sharabi brothers, who were detained at Manchester airport about a month ago. He also mentioned that he is bringing his case from last week to the attention of the Foreign Ministry because, according to him, "If there is an instruction/policy/or even a local initiative by the border control officers to detain and interrogate any Israeli who is leaving military service or an Israeli who recently visited Israel. This is a disturbing phenomenon that Israeli officials need to recognize and deal with through the official channels."

[matthewswifeee]

Snowstorm

In which you and Matt are waiting at the airport all day long in order to make it homme before Christmas. . . .

"Tell me what you want to eat and I will go get it (Y/n)" Matt says after asking me countless times what I wanted for breakfast as we're waiting for our flight. "I don't know" I say snapping at him and turning a few heads around us. "Don't start with the attitude" he says quietly but stern. "I don't have an attitude" I say turning away from him in my chair. "Baby" Matt says trying to turn my attention back toward him, but I just ignore his efforts.

"Flight 543B to Boston Massachusetts scheduled for 5:30am will be experiencing a delay until 9:00am" We hear them announce earning a groan from both Matt and I.

Matt and I are flying back home to Boston two days before Christmas, which means it won't be easy with all of this snow. Sure we anticipated this but it still was annoying. "I should've just cancelled my stupid meeting and we'd already be home" I say irritated at the fact that this was all my fault. We were supposed to fly back home a week ago, but I had last minute meeting to wrap up before I could go and Matt decided to stay with me instead of flying back when Nick and Chris did so that I wouldn't be alone.

"It's ok we'll get there" Matt says wrapping his arm around my waist. Matt texted his family as I did the same to let them know about our delay. "Do you want me to go get you something" Matt asks and I shake my head. We've been at the airport since 3am and I am beyond tired.

"Flight 543B to Boston Massachusetts scheduled for 9:00am will be experiencing another delay until 11:40am" They announce again that our flight is be delayed. "Fuck" I say furious as I roll my eyes and put my head in my lap.

I hear Matt's phone ringing and then immediately hear Chris on the other side. "We got delayed again" Matt tells his brother. "Till what time" Chris asks. "Almost noon" Matt says rubbing his eyes, tired. "Well the snow isn't supposed to let up until sometime tomorrow morning so you'll probably be waiting awhile" Chris informs us making me lose it. Tears start streaming down my face like someone opened the flood gates and I just can't stop.

"Chris I'll call you back" Matt says before hanging up the phone and turning his attention toward me. "Baby it's ok" Matt says rubbing my back. "No it's not... we're literally never going to make it home in time and it's all my fault" I say sobbing. "Look at me" he says tilting my chin up to look him in the eyes "It's not your fault, you can't control the weather... we'll make it home before Christmas" he says pulling me into a hug and I just cry.

"Attention, all flights scheduled for departure to the state of New York, the state of New Hampshire, the state of Maine, the state of Connecticut, the state of Vermont, and the state of Massachusetts are all canceled due to weather" the women announces over the speaker making me want to just completely break down.

"You're fucking kidding" I say loudly, we're now stuck in Washington unless we can find a flight home in the next three day. "We can go check right now to see if they have anything for the next available flights" Matt says putting his backpack on and standing. We make our way to service desk and they tell us that there is no availability until tomorrow night at 11pm. We buy the tickets and then go find another seat in the airport. "We need somewhere to sleep because we cant stay here" Matt says looking exhausted, so I pull out my phone and look for somewhere for us to sleep tonight.

We ended up ubering to a nearby hotel finally finding a little relief from this crazy day. "This has been the worst fucking day ever" I say laying next to Matt in the bed. "I know baby I know... hopefully everything will work out tomorrow" Matt says pulling me close to him.

The next morning we wake up and I see a text from Nick saying that the snow has finally stopped, thank god. We are both laying in bed when I get a notification from Delta airline, I press on it praying that it wasn't going to say that our flight was delayed or cancelled once again. "We gotta go now" I say jumping out of bed. "What" Matt says obviously confused being that we don't have to be at the airport until 9pm. "They have two spots on the next flight our, we have to be at the airport in 40 minutes" I say frantically making Matt jump up as we rush ourselves back to the airport.

"Now boarding flight 234A to Boston Massachusetts" the lady announces putting a smile on both mine and Matt's faces. "We're gonna make it" I say sitting in the airplane seat next to Matt with a smile. "I told you" he says.

We get off the plane and Matt's mom picks us up from the airport. "Hey kids" she excitedly says hugging us both. "So glad you two finally made it" she says hugging Matt again before we get into the car. "Nothing like Christmas back home" Matt says smiling as he looks out the window at all the snow.

[modelbus]

Hi! I absolutely loved the touch starved reader tommy fic and was hoping to request Tommy x reader(fem or gn, whatever ur comfortable with!)who’s an American streamer/yter and they’re doing long distance and haven’t seen each other in a while, so they decide to surprise him and visit him in the uk? Love your fics, have a great day! 🩷

Guess who’s been talking to someone recently :))

Pairing: Cc!Tommyinnit x Gn!Reader

Secret Surprises

“Right guys, now I just have to find my way through this maze of an airport.” You say to your camera, panning it around to show the crowds filling the London airport.

Visiting Tommy, your boyfriend, was always difficult, even if you loved him enough for it to be worth it. The long flight from America to England tended to be turbulence-filled, and the London airport was hell on Earth. Yet you’d still do it every single time.

Someone bumps into you, nearly knocking the camera out of your hands. You curse, fumbling with it before managing to pull it close to your chest. The stranger gives the camera a weird look, but you know by now to ignore the odd looks you get.

“And get an Uber.” You add, already pulling up the app because that seems like the most pressing thing. And you sure as hell weren’t going to try and figure out which side of the road to drive on: you fucked it up once and Tommy never let you live it down.

Luckily, a driver connects with you immediately, leaving you to follow the flow of people to the exit. You get pushed out into a busy road, wind ruffling your hair around.

The good thing about Ubers is that they’re familiar. Worldwide. And that drivers keep their mouths shut when you climb in with a vlog camera and a crazed look in your eye.

Your driver eyes you, then gives a short nod, as if to say, “Airports, am I right?”

You nod back, silently agreeing. Fuck airports, and fuck your love for Tommy that’s making you go through them.

”I’d give you guys a car montage, but doxxing him isn’t on the to-do list, so let’s pretend I’m doing a super cool transition.” You tell the camera, laughing and pausing your recording.

You double check your phone, making sure Tubbo has him stuck at the agreed upon location. It’s just a little arcade near his flat, somewhere he took you last time that you both loved. The perfect place for a little surprise.

Although it’s Tommy, although you know he’ll be happy to see you, your knee bounces against your will. You had planned this perfectly, but what if he changed his schedule and you didn’t know? Not that you’d mind watching him record, but you had bought tickets to a movie the two of you were planning to watch together over discord, among other things.

“This where you need to be?” The driver asks some time later, squinting at the little arcade. Your suitcases are still with you, so he’s probably judging you like crazy, but he’s definitely seen crazier things than you.

“Yup, thank you so much!” You exclaim, ungracefully clambering out of the car after sending a text to Tubbo. In return, the driver grunts at you and drives off. Ah, Uber driver hospitality.

Nothing else like it.

You flip on your camera, zooming in on the arcade doors. “Will we see an elusive Tommyinnit in the wild? Yes, because I orchestrated it, but oooh, mystery.” You whisper, lugging your suitcase behind you. It’s a fairly empty arcade so you don’t have to worry about more weird looks.

After a moments debate, you tuck the thing behind a dance machine—fucking hate those things—and set off for the prize counter where Tubbo promised they’d be.

Over the atrocious lime green carpet, past the bright and loud games. You can’t help eying one of those key games to scope out the prizes although you’ll never play it. You’re stupid, but not that stupid.

A light flickers above you (clearly a good sign), and you step around a racing simulator to see the prize counter. Ropes creating a line up to a glass counter that holds small prizes and shelves that hold larger prizes, you can’t help but grin.

And then your sights land on two familiar figures, and suddenly you’re beaming. You’re here, they’re here, Tommy’s really right there. For a second you just observe, zooming in with your camera and propping it on the racing game for a decent angle.

Even if the footage sucks, you wouldn’t mind. Not with him right there.

“But it’s a jet, Tubbo! Look at it!” Tommy is saying, holding a toy jet up to Tubbo’s camera. So that’s how Tubbo lured him here: a vlog. Ironic.

“But there’s better prizes, Tom. We could pool our tickets for that huge panda!” Tubbo insists, pointing at a large stuffed panda on the shelf. The worker behind the counter gives them a bored look, popping her gum.

“But a jet!”

You quickly make your way up behind Tommy, trying to stay silent.

“You aren’t— listen! We can— we can pool our tickets, and get a cool prize—“ Tubbo is frantically explaining, catching your eye past Tommy’s shoulder.

“I vote for the panda.” You say casually, pointing at the thing.

In front of you, Tommy freezes before whipping around with a stunned expression. “Wha—?”

“Panda.” You repeat patiently, grinning at him.

Tommy throws his game card at Tubbo, practically tackling you in a hug. You laugh as he suffocates you, stumbling backwards into the rope with him.

He’s real under your hands, something tangible that you adore more than anything else. Something solid and true and real and yours. You squeeze him back, arms around his middle.

“How the fuck are you here?” Tommy asks you, tugging you impossibly closer for a chaste kiss. “How the fuck did you keep this secret with your big mouth?”

You slap his arm lightly, laughing loudly. “My mouth isn’t that big, dumbass. Tubbo and I planned this entire thing, didn’t we?”

“Yeah! You had no idea!” Tubbo chimes in. He’s got his camera out, pointed at you and Tommy, for which you send him a thankful smile.

“When did you get here? You’re staying with me, right?” Tommy asks you, a stupid grin that you love on his face. You’re sure there’s a matching one on your face.

“If you’ll let me.” You confirm, letting him wrap his hand around yours. “I also bought tickets to that one movie for tomorrow. I think. The website was really weird about my American card.”

Tommy laughs, and you live in the sound that isn’t diluted by thousands of miles and technology.

“And we have to grab my suitcase.” You add on, because if you forgot it you might die. Along with your camera.

“Your suitcase?” He echoes.

“…It might be behind one of those stupid fucking dance games.”

Even though you’re prepared for his laughter this time, it still sweeps you away. Better than any British or American winds, better than the breeze outside. It sweeps you away like love.

[isacksteban]

First Kiss (Break 1)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (1.2k words, no warnings) [@v3lnys] {filler chapter? I just felt like Lance and Nando getting closer would make more sense if they spent break together + Mark}

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They had two weeks off and Lance had absolutely no plans, Nico was on vacation with his family to god knows where, Fernando had probably already arrived in Australia, and Lance didn't have any other friends on the paddock to worry about.

He had thought about going back to Canada but he just ended up back at his house in Switzerland. Spring had started by the time he got home so it wasn't like he could distract himself with snowboarding so he just ended up at home on his couch for the past five days.

Being alone was nice, but a part of him missed Fernando, oddly enough. They'd only ever hung out on the paddock but Lance had grown to look forward to the time they spent together, whether it was actually sitting and talking or just exchanging glances while in the middle of interviews.

As if it was fate, his phone began to rang. It was an unknown number but he figured it might be important, his dad had a history of calling him from random places just to check up on him, as if the 18 year old hadn't been left alone before.

"Hello?" He said, holding his (very small) phone to his ear

"Lancito, I am so glad you answered!" a voice on the other end spoke, a very familiar voice

"Nando?" Lance questioned "How did you get my number?"

"Is not important!" The Spaniard said, brushing off the question "Lancito, are you busy? If you are, cancel, come to Australia."

"No, I'm not busy." Lance responded, wondering if Fernando was really inviting him to Australia, wasn't he with Mark? Wouldn't that be awkward? "Is something important happening in Australia?"

"Si, You are coming, is important."

"Nando, I-" The younger boy laughed, not being able to wipe the smile off his face just from hearing the other mans voice "Sure, I'll come."

"Perfect, I'll send you the information, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, okay Nando"

"Bye, Lancito! Have a safe flight"

And with that the call ended and Lance wasted no time in buying the tickets to Australia (idk how people bought plane tickets in 2006...)

Lance got off the plane, trying to pat down the hair he could feel sticking up, he always slept on long flights and this one was no acception. It was weird being in Australia a week before he had to but he wasn't going to turn down Fernando is he wanted Lance there so bad, for whatever reason.

It was a Sunday morning and the airport was surprisingly busy, he eventually found his way out and got a taxi headed towards the address Fernando had texted him

"Just landed, headed your way now!!"

Lance stared at the screen before sending the message, just now wondering why exactly he was there, he wasn't blind to the media, especially when he was constantly being interviewed and asked questions fans were dying to know, he had heard the rumours, people saying Fernando was only talking to him to scare him, he was going to embarrass him, he had some ulterior motive, Lance hoped it wasn't true but now that he was blindly following Fernandos orders in another country while he was visiting his friend (who's seat he took) a part of him started to wonder if Fernando was planning something. He hit send.

They'd hadn't texted much, just Fernando sending him the information he needed and Lance thanking him before he got on the plane and turned off his phone, he wasn't too fond of it anyways.

"I am glad you made it"

"Is exciting"

"Tell the driver to go faster"

Lance smiled at his phone, excited to see the Spaniard again, even though he saw him not even a week ago.

"I shouldn't break the law yet"

"I just got here and my dad isn't here to bail me out!"

"I will do it, no worries Lancito"

He shook his head at the text, turning off his phone and waiting to arrive, not too far away from the location

He stepped out of the car, paying the taxi fare then walking up to the house, hesitating to knock. Maybe texting would be better? Or calling? Or anything besides knocking? Before he even had the chance to decide the door opened, revealing a slightly-taller-than-him Mark Webber and Fernando standing by his side, the two closer than he thought they would be

"Lance, welcome, so sorry about making you come so randomly." Mark spoke first, stepping back to invite Lance in

"It's no problem, I wasn't doing anything anyway" Lance smiled as he walked into the house, scanning what he could see

"I told you Lancito didn't mind" Fernando said to Mark, hitting his arm slightly "Is good to make sure you two get along before people start to speculate, ay?" Fernando smiled at Mark then at Lance, reaching up to flatten the hair still sticking up on his head

Lance wasn't sure why he was surprised Fernando was still calling him his nickname, he didn't know why he expected anything to change with Mark around, Fernando seemed the same, if anything he seemed happier around Mark. It made him feel bad, he was the reason Mark lost his seat, the reason Fernando's friend was no longer on the paddock, the reason Fernando had to settle for him instead.

"Well, Lance, I don't mind that you took my seat" Mark laughed, closing the door before putting an arm around Lance's shoulder "I was done with travelling all the time anyway, so don't beat yourself up over what people say"

Lance nodded, Mark was right, and he was pretty old so it made sense for him to be smarter.

"Now, how about we have fun now that we've dragged you to the land down under?" That made Lance smile, he was looking forward to spending the rest of his break actually doing stuff besides binging TV shows.

The next week went by so quick Lance was surprised when he actually had to go to the paddock, almost as surprised as fans when he showed up with both Fernando and Mark.

He hesitated when Fernando suggested all of them going together, worried about what people would say, but the older men made it obvious they couldn't care less so thats how they ended up going together, Mark having plans of doing interviews around the paddock and spending his free time in sither the pink or blue and yellow garage.

Being in Australia a week early was great, they were busy the whole time but Lance enioyed it, loving the time away from his phone and especially away from the media. It made him notice how close Mark and Fernando really were, he felt jealous at times but it was probably just because he was used to having Fernandos attention on him after quali and races, he felt selfish for feeling that way so of course he never addressed it.

"Where are you going first?" Lance asked, looking at Mark, both of them on either side of Fernando

"I was thinking of interviewing people first, it's gonna be weird being the one asking the questions"

"As long as you stay far away from me, we're good"

Fernando shook his head, pulling the taller man closer "We really need to get you used to the media, eh? All you do is complain" He sucked his teeth after he finished teasing Lance, earning nothing but an eyeroll from the teen

"Yeah, yeah." Lance smiled, not able to stop himself when it came to Fernando "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

And with that the race week started.

[horny4hetfield]

Rockies Christmas - Day 1

Oops! This should have gone up yesterday!

Here goes:

Warnings: NSFW, Sex, Shameless Product Placement

The flight from NY to Vail was a little bumpy.  I held James’ hand a little tightly.  I still am not used to the smaller planes.  James had insisted on the private flight as commercial airlines would have to make a couple of stops and take about twice as long.  He just smiles and let me cling.

Once landed, our luggage is shifted from the plane to his big ass truck.  I gladly climb into the passenger seat.  James climbs in and the big truck rumbles to life.  After getting us on the main road, he drops his hand on my thigh, “You ok?”

“Better.”

“We’ll be home in about 40 minutes.”  His fingers gently pat my thigh, “You want to stop on the way for dinner?”

“Did we leave anything in the fridge that will still be good?”

James considers a moment, “Probably not.”

“Then we should kill two birds with one stone.”

He cocks a smile at me, “Sounds like a plan.”  I interlace my fingers with his on my thigh.  “What are we serving for Christmas Day dinner?” he asks.

Shaking my head, “I have no clue.”

“I’d like to do a prime rib.”

Smiling up at him, “I’ll leave the meats to you.”  He grins and pats my thigh.

We’ve spent the last month in my apartment in NYC for Thanksgiving.  James had never seen the Parade live.  Using my Grandmother’s tickets, I’d taken him to the Rockettes Gala performance and used her seats at the Parade.  We’d quickly become the top fodder on all the gossip pages in the NY papers.  I’d given one of the bedrooms in my apartment to James to make into a studio.  He’d already put together three songs in it.  When I thought about it, it still blew my mind that with his bandmates scattered all over the world – California to Hawaii to New York to Denmark – they could work together on their music.  And what I could hear, it is amazing!

It had been James’ decision to spend Thanksgiving in NYC.  It is mine to spend Christmas in Colorado.  I am slightly nervous as his kids will be coming to visit.  They’d spent Thanksgiving with their Mom.  At least in James’ place in Colorado, there’ll be enough beds.

James pulls into the shopping center and parks his truck.  As we met at the front of the massive rig James holds his hand out to me.  I have grown to like shopping with James.  He’d gotten used to having groceries delivered – especially during lock down - so wandering the aisles with him is fun.  He makes a stop at the butcher’s counter to place his order for Christmas dinner.  We select some sliced meats and cheeses for sandwiches.  Then wandering the aisles filling the cart.  I was glad that I’d selected the larger cart as he stocked up on the Liquid Death tallboys.  A quick run through the deli counter and we each selected something to go for dinner.  Checking out, we deposit the bags into the bed of the truck.  James holds the passenger door for me as I clamber into the big vehicle.  Moving quickly to the driver’s door, he steps easily in.

“What?” he asked, seeing the look on my face.

“You and those damned long legs.”

“I don’t hear you complaining when we’re in bed” he chuckles.

“I’m not complaining.”  I give him a sidelong look, “Just jealous.”

He just laughs with me.  “But you’d look funny with long legs.  I rather like your height.”

“Why?” a grin still lifting my lips.

“It makes it easy flipping you over in bed.”  His grin becomes wicked, his fingers grip my thigh a little tighter.

All I can do is whimper softly and smile at him.

A short time later, the truck rumbles into his garage.  He kills the engine and opens the door.  He’s careful to not clip my parked Shelby.  I carefully open my door making sure to not ding it against the wall.  “Kind of a tight fit in here” he grins. 

I go to help grab bags from the bed, and he grabs me around the waist, “Speaking of tight fits!”

I grind back against him, “I can still feel you from this morning!” I purr at him.  He rumbles into my neck.  I giggle, “There’s no doorman here to help unload the groceries.”  He sinks into my shoulder mumbling.  “C’mon.  This won’t take long.” 

He grabs several bags and unlocks the door entering the house.  I hear the security system beep off as James enters his code.  I collect as many bags as I can and head inside.  James passes me in the hallway.  I put my bags on the counter and head back to the garage.  “That the last of them?” I ask him as he kicks the garage door closed.

“Yes.”

I go collect several from him.  It takes us a few minutes to at least put away the cold things.  He wraps his arms around my waist, “I can’t wait any longer!” 

He pulls me from the kitchen up to our bedroom.  I giggle the whole way as his fingers gently work my sides, his mustache tickling my neck.  We barely make it into the bathroom before he’s stripping our clothes off.  He picks me up and puts me into the shower.  The hot water coming from the multiple heads feels wonderful.  His hands roaming my body feel better.  My hands roam his arms, chest, shoulders, neck, face.  His lips find mine in a gentle deep kiss that weakens my knees.  His strong arms wrap around my body, one around my shoulders, one around my waist, one of his long legs slowly presses between mine, spreading them.  I groan into his lips, my right hand pulling his head closer to my body, my left grabbing his hip.  The water pouring over us adds a sensual slick to our bodies.  He grunts into me.  I can feel his erection growing into my hip.  His fingers tangle into my wet long hair, tugging gently.  I pull back slightly.  He knows I don’t like my hair being pulled.  His fingers loosen their grip, but his hand still holds my head keeping my lips locked with his.  His other hand grabs my ass cheek tightly as he pushes me up his thigh.  My head rocks back as a loud moan escapes my lips.  His lips find my neck.  His arm around my shoulders keeps me locked to his body.  I grab his head tightly to me.  I whimper as he leaves his love marks on my neck and shoulder as I grind into his thigh.  Moving us, he pins me to the wall.  He lowers his shoulders a moment and hooks my right knee with his arm.  I gasp as he stands.  He widens his stance.  I wrap my left leg around his waist.  Reaching between us, I manage to position his cockhead at my entrance.  With one slow thrust, he seats himself balls deep into me.  My mewlings only make him grow inside me.  He pulls his face from my neck, the water pouring over his face.  He looks totally feral at me.  I grab his head and kiss him passionately.  He starts thrusting into me.  Hard.  My weight dropping down his length forcing him deeper into me.  My vocalizations get louder.  It’s a vicious cycle that I adore.  The louder I get, the harder he thrusts into me, his own grunts urging me to be louder.  Panting into his ear, “You feel so big in me.”  He bucks his hips harder.  “don stawhp … don stawhp” I lay my head on his shoulder.  He slowly lowers us to the stall floor.  Leaning over me, he goes totally beast on me.  I can only lie on my back and enjoy him ravaging my body.  My hands clinging to his arms, his hands on the floor over my shoulders, my legs wrapping around his waist pulling him impossibly deeper into me.  He finds that one magic spot deep inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.  I cry out as I fall over the edge into my orgasm.  He chases his release with several powerful thrusts pushing us across the tile floor.  Our voices echo around the tiled stall loudly for a moment.  Then he collapses on top of me panting.  I wrap my arms around his head and shoulders panting myself.  I kiss his soaking wet hair, his temple, his ear.

He slowly raises himself to his elbows, “That felt good!” he purrs at me.

“mmmhhmmm” is all I can answer.

He gently slides out of me and kneels up between my legs.  His hands slowly run over my body from my breasts to my hips.  Gently pressing my thighs wider, he gives me a look.

“What?”

“I love making a mess of your pussy!”

I hook a foot around his neck and topple him onto me, “I love that you make a mess of my pussy!” as I wrap an arm around his neck.  He kisses me deeply.  I can feel him wince, “You ok?”

He slowly shifts and sits on the floor, “I really need to put bigger tiles on the floor in here.”

Looking at him, his knees are red with imprints of the little one inch square tiles that make up the shower floor.  “Ohhh!” I reach out to cup them gently.  He pulls me up to sit next to him and wraps his arms around me.  I can feel our mixed fluids seeping out of me. 

James stands and pulls me to my feet, “I suppose we should actually shower now” he laughs out softly. 

My legs are still a little wibbly as I put a hand on the wall, “You might have to hold me a bit.”

Keeping me close to his body, “Sure thing” he rumbles into my ear.  He tenderly washes and rinses my hair.  He gently washes my body as I get steadier on my legs.  I grab the scrubbie and use it on his body.  He rests his arms on the wall of the shower as I scrub his back, “Aww man, that feels so good.”  Then I wash his hair.  He rinses the conditioner from my hair and I rinse his.  He turns off the water and reaches for towels.  I wring as much water from my long hair as possible, then take a towel from him and wrap up my hair.  He wraps a bath sheet around me.  He’s already got a towel wrapped around his waist.  As I step out of the shower, my stomach gurgles.  He huffs a smile at me, “I guess we haven’t eaten yet, have we?”  He pulls me into his body.

I kiss his chin, “Not yet.”

He pats my towel covered ass as his stomach rumbles, “Maybe we need to get that taken care of!”

Minutes later, we are dressed in comfy jams grabbing our deli meals.  Collecting our plates, we make our way to the table.  James pops on the TV.  The local news is just starting.  The usual items – Parking lot car prowls where gifts have been stolen from vehicles, Christmas lights start a house fire, local store sued by customer who slipped on ice.  The weather report is a mixed bag.  The only common factor: COLD.  James turns it off.  I stretch and yawn.  He yawns, “Stahp dat.”

“Sorry, the alarm went off a little early this morning.”

He stands and collects some of the plates, “Yeah it did.”  He kisses the top of my head.  I collect what’s left on the table.

After tidying up the kitchen, he laces an arm around me, “C’mon.  Bed.”

“Yes, please.”  I let him lead me to his bedroom.  Our bedroom.  We both shed our clothes.  He flips back the covers, almost tackles me into the bed while rolling over me yanking the covers over us both.  His arms wrap around me, pulling my body into his.  I curl up around his arm.  I have become used to his arm being my pillow.  His nose is buries in my hair.  His breath warming the back of my neck.  “Good night, James” I breath out.

“Good night, Kira” he kisses my shoulder.  “Welcome home.”  He snuggles up a little closer, “Home Colorado home.”

I just snort in soft laughter.  His arms wrap tighter around me. 

We are both snoring minutes later.

[wintersoulwitch]

How Wyndham’s Ghost Stole my Passport

Some context: because I booked this trip last year, it was far enough in advance that a flight to London cost about the same as a train ticket, so I flew down this time (thus completing the planes, trains and automobiles trifecta as modes of transport that have taken me to London to see Stage/Fright) which is why I had my passport.

I dropped my bag, grabbed a coffee, then went to the Wyndham’s for the matinee. I was wearing dungarees, and had my passport in the bib pocket. Before the show started I went to the loo. I remember thinking - ooh, better make sure my passport doesn’t fall out the pocket when I unclip my dungarees!

And when I’d finished going tinkles, I pulled out my phone and my power pack so I could swap what pocket they were in and… realised I didn’t have my passport. My passport wasn’t in my bib pocket.

My stomach dropped. I checked the other pockets. It wasn’t there either. I checked the floor of the cubicle, looked behind the loo, checked I hadn’t accidentally put it on the cistern. Nowhere.

Maybe… maybe… it had fallen out without me realising and I’d accidentally kicked in the next cubicle?

Searched the next cubicle. Nope. Searched the rest of the room. Nope. Went to ask the usher at the bathroom door if anyone had handed it in. Nope. Passport has vanished. Passport has fucking dematerialised.

Tried not to panic. Retraced my steps, no sign. Went to the box office and told them of my plight. Very lovely member of staff directed me to a different member of staff who directed me to Sarah, my hero, who radio’d round to let the rest of the team know. After some more searching the passport was still missing. I began to doubt my memory - maybe it hadn’t been in my bib pocket? Maybe I didn’t bring it with me to the theatre at all?

Went to try and enjoy the show and not be sick. Did another search in the stalls and the toilet during the interval. Nope. Found Sarah in the foyer and… it hadn’t been handed in. Heart is sinking.

But how is this possible? How could my passport vanish? Has the bloody Wyndham’s Ghost stolen my passport? Am I being punished for recording too much about the play?

Went to my hotel, hoping against hope that my passport would be in my bag. Emptied my bag. No passport. Emptied my pockets for the bajillionth time. No passport. Fuck. FUCK.

Start looking at my options - if I want to get a replacement passport in time for my flight home then I’ll have to pay the £100 fee to try and rush it through. Or I could get a train ticket to NCL for a bit under £100. Or I could use the emergency backup evening coach ticket I bought on the offchance I could bag a cheap Saturday matinee ticket. Fuck fuck fuck.

Decide against cancelling my passport just yet - hoping against hope that it will have turned up after the theatre was cleaned between shows.

Back to the Wyndham’s for the evening show. Find Sarah again - explain that the passport wasn’t at the hotel, and I have such a clear memory of it being in my bib pocket so it has to have fallen out in the loo! Did anyone find it during their checks? Nope, nothing’s turned up. Another member of staff is also invested in the search, saying how weird it is. I tell her that the ghost must have stolen my passport. She agrees.

Go to my seat, watch the first act, go back to the bathroom for one last ditch check. Various women in the bathroom get invested in my story. I’m talking to one outside the bathroom when someone on the end of the row gets up from their seat. Something on the floor catches my eye. A white barcode sticker on a dark rectangle. Almost looks like… wait…

I pick it up. I turn it over. The Royal coat of arms shines back at me. HM PASSPORT. I open it. It’s my face. It’s my fucking passport. IT’S. MY. FUCKING. PASSPORT.

Despite me emptying my pockets, searching every inch of that bathroom, having theatre staff looking out for me during their checks and NO ONE finding it??? HOWwwww is this possible?

The Ghost dematerialised my passport and then The Ghost returned it to me. Only explanation.

I dunno if he was playing a prank or trying to teach me a lesson or what, but my passport is back and that’s the main thing. I breathlessly skip up to the foyer to let the team know. The staff member I spoke to doesn’t seem as amazed as I was. Do you not understand? I completely emptied all my pockets and my bag and searched every inch of that bathroom and Wyndham’s staff searched both inside and outside the building and it had completely and utterly disappeared and then just suddenly revealed itself on the floor in front of me. I ask her to make sure Sarah knows. I appreciate Sarah so much.

So thank fuck I didn’t cancel my passport. And no cheap Saturday matinee tickets have turned up so I get to use the plane ticket to go home tomorrow and not have to endure another gruelling 8 hour coach journey.

And then last night Reece (accidentally) touched my hand at the stage door and when I checked into my hotel for tonight they upgraded my room (for free) so after that excruciating stress my luck seems to have turned for the better 👻

Thank you, old pal

[scoops404]

dnf joining the mile high club

Round 2:

Rated M. I didn't bother checking for typos so oh well

The plane is cold--too cold. George keeps waking up out of his sleep to shiver and shuffle his body to try to get comfortable. He hates sleeping on planes when he's economy.

And why didn't Dream splurge for them to be in first class, anyway? He side eyes Dream in the seat next to him, jumping on the grenade to sit between George and a strange middle aged lady in a business suit even though George's ticket technically had him sitting there.

He gives up on sleep.

The movie selections is bad. So bad. All these movies are so dumb and he doesn't want to watch any of them.

"Are you asleep?" he whispers over to Dream, who's breathing steadily while slightly propped up against George so that he doesn't fall onto the lady on the other side. It's a small sacrifice George has had to make.

"Wha?" Dream says when George starts elbowing him to answer the question. "What are you doing?"

"Are you awake, Dream?" he asks again, now that he can get a clear answer.

"Well, fuck, George, now I am," Dream says, and then turns over in his seat to give George his back. He looks ridiculous like this--a man clearly too tall for such a small seat.

"Entertain me," George demands. Sure, they're three hours into the eight hour flight to London, but Dream's been sleeping for ages now and he needs to be entertained.

"No," Dream says and then exaggeratedly snores just to annoy George. Unfortunately, it annoys the lady next to them who's trying and failing to read a really thick book with a serious looking cover. George is doing her a favor, really.

"Dream," he says, prodding him in the space between his shirt and his sweat pants. "Dream, please."

"George, what are you--" Dream takes a deep breath like he's gathering his patience. George has no idea what he needs to do that breath for... and okay yeah maybe Dream didn't get as much sleep as him because he was up late putting the final touches on a video, but damnit, George is boreeeedddd and Dream needs to fix it.

"Entertain me," he repeats. "I'm bored."

Dream puts his hands over his eyes and tries to sleep again. George won't have that. He prods him again. Harder.

"George," Dream says, voice short and scary. "The only thing I'm sacrificing sleep for is if someone offers to suck my dick. If you aren't offering to suck my dick, then shut the fuck up and let me--"

"Yeah, okay," George hears come out of his mouth before he can choke the words back down. They aren't together, but he's not repulsed by Dream. It'll be a story to tell. He's never sucked dick on an airplane before. He's certainly never sucked Dream's dick, but he's not opposed to the idea.

And maybe if Dream knows how good he is at sucking dick, he'll, like, make it official. Maybe he'll make George his full time dick sucker and he can--no, that's horny George talking.

"You're serious?" Dream asks, head turned now to really look at George so he can gauge if he's serious or not. George has no idea what his face is saying, but Dream's clearly discovering that he's as serious as a heart attack.

"I'll go first since I'm on the aisle," George says, the rush of the idea hitting him now. His heart races and his leg is bouncing. He looks up and down the aisle to see if the toilet is occupied or if anyone is headed their way. Luckily, the cabin is mostly dark and they're close to the toilets. "You follow in a few seconds," he whispers.

"George, no, you can't just--" Dream hisses, but it's too late. George is already off towards the door.

It's a long few minutes while he waits. How long does he wait before he decides Dream's bailing on him? There's no room to pace in this small, rather disgusting, cubby, but George wants to. There's a rushed knock, finally, and then Dream's voice whispering, "Let me in, idiot."

He lets him in.

When Dream closes the door behind him, there's a gleam of terrified excitement in his eyes that mirrors how George feels on the inside.

"You're not bored anymore, are you?" Dream asks as George lowers himself to his knees.

He can't respond. His mouth is otherwise occupied.

[stellarsturns]

Twisted Hate

part 1

pairing: dom!chris x reader, enemies to lovers.

summary; you and you’re enemy chris, are forced to go on a vacation. Yet, you both don’t hate each other as much as you think.

warnings: Swearing, Angst.

Was originally going to make this a one-shot but, i’ll make it a series if it does well!!

authors note: Hi y’all first fic thats decent imo! I hope you love. Its based on Twisted Hate by Ana Huang. (Not FULLY, just inspired ig)

Nick comes rushing into your room, you look up immediately. “Yes Nick?” You ask curiously.

“Omg, y/n! We are going on vacation and we have an extra ticket would you like to go?” He asks excitedly.

I smile, “Yeah, sure!” I state. Nick grins, “Omg, Okay!! Thank god. Start packing, we leave tomorrow!” Nick then leaves the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

** TIME SKIP **

I had finished packing when Nick walks back in, “Alright, so meet us at the airport tomorrow at 6am, okay?” He states, I smile, “Yeah! I finished packing by the way.” I say.

Nick grins “Alright, i’ll leave you get sleep! Night y/n!” He states leaving the room. Once the door shuts, it turns to complete darkness.

** TIME SKIP **

I arrive at the airport right on time, I expected that Matt and Nick didn’t want Chris to come, but I am greeted by the tall brunette, which once he notices I’m here, he has a disgusted expression on his face.

Nick speaks against the silence, “Let’s go check in guys. Cmon!” He waves. We all follow Nick like baby ducklings following the Mama Duck.

Once we check in and start to board the plane, Nick and Matt have seats together, which means I am sitting next to Chris.. Which we all know isn’t gonna go well.

I sit down in the window seat, then a familiar and annoying voice peeps up, “Can you move? I wanted to sit there.” The brunette boy states. I glare at him, “Why should I have to move?” It was now Chris’s turn to glare at me.

“Because I asked you to move.” He snarls. I roll my eyes, standing up so Chris can claim the window seat, forcing me to have the aisle seat.

The plane ride to Malibu was quiet between the two of us. Not one person muttered a sentence.

Nick and Matt were talking to me though which made the flight less boring for me, while Chris was just starring out the window with his foot up his ass.

** TIME SKIP **

When we landed in Malibu, we all took an uber to the hotel we will be staying at. We get the room-cards and we all head up to room “509”

Once we arrive at the room, Nick swipes the room-card and the door opens. The hotel was nicely decorated, the bathroom was very nice and comfortable. Then, we moved to the “beds” where it all went wrong.

“Why the fuck is there only one bed?” Chris states, anger passing through his voice. I glare at the bed in pure disbelief. I am praying I won’t have to share with-

Matt interrupted my thoughts, “Seems like Chris and Y/N will have to share a bed.” He says. Chris looks at Matt in disbelief, “Is this a joke? Are you trying to get us to be friends again or something?” Chris States.

Matt looks at Chris, “No, me and nick are just across the hall. Holler if you need us. Have fun!” He states laughing as they walk away.

I place my suitcase on the bed, Chris sitting in the armchair scrolling through his phone. I begin unpacking my clothes and putting them in the drawers before Chris interrupts the silence, “Don’t take up the drawer space.” He says no emotion showing at all.

I look at him and roll my eyes. “Asshole” I think to myself. I didn’t pack much clothes anyways.

Once I finished unpacking, I grabbed my suitcase and put it out of the way so none of us trip. He totally ignores me until the phone starts ringing.

** Beep Beep **

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Change of Plans

A/N: Although I am SEVERAL days late at this point, this is a gift for @something-tofightfor - HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RACHAEL! I hope your day was all that you wanted it to be, and that this year is the best fucking one yet. I so badly wanted this to be done in time, but you know me. Anywho, I love your guts and I hope you enjoy this chaotic little cake I whipped up with the help of one of your favorite cowboys.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: listen, don't do what Reader does here. Other than that... just some language. It's very tame. But don't do it.

Summary: Jack is there on business. You're there for pleasure.

He noticed you right away. 

Sitting in the waiting area near gate A-7, right leg crossed over your left and an open book in one hand, you caught his eye -

Well hello, gorgeous.

- and he had to repeatedly free his focus from your direction, reminding himself why he was at the airport in the first place. 

Damn it, Agent, you’ve got a job to do.

You turned the page of the book you were reading, letting out a sigh and stretching your neck, and Jack adjusted his position on the barstool he occupied so that he was forced to change his line of sight. He cleared his throat, lifting his glass to his lips and taking a sip. The bold, smoky flavor of the deep amber whiskey coated his tongue, and by the time he swallowed he was back on his task. 

He’d been sent to locate and detain a known associate of a crime boss that Statesman was attempting to bring down. Intel gathered from Agents assigned to the case suggested that the associate - a mid level player who occasionally dealt in black market weapons - would be traveling through Louisville on his way to meet with the mysterious and nefarious man they knew only as The Gatekeeper. The current theory was that The Gatekeeper was operating out of San Francisco - or more specifically, out of a secret underwater lair that was built into one of the foundational structures of the Golden Gate Bridge, hence his nickname. But Statesman had been unable to confirm that yet. Catching up with the Gatekeeper’s gun runner was their best bet when it came to pinning down his location for sure, and since he had the most experience with facial recognition and planting trackers, the assignment had gone to Agent Whiskey. 

So let’s find this shit kicker and get on with it so I can get on with… He resisted the urge to turn back in your direction. 

Setting his glass down on the cork coaster it was served to him on, he brought his newly emptied hand up to tap the arm of his gold wire glasses. At the touch of his fingertip, the stealth lens screens activated, and he used them to scan the faces of the people moving through the terminal. So far none had hit as a match for the Gatekeeper’s associate, but since the man was clever enough to book himself tickets on multiple flights that day to make it harder for anyone who might be looking to follow him, Jack had to keep checking until he either found his target or the last of those flights had taken off. 

I’ll find him. Soon as he shows up I’ll- 

But Jack didn’t even need to finish the thought, because his lenses detected the person he’d been waiting for before he could. Just as he was about to get up from his seat and position himself to intercept his target, though, he saw something else flash across his lenses. 

Mission directive has changed. Do not detain. Intel from Kingsman suggests associate may also be working with Golden Circle remnants in Canada. New directive is only to place the tracker and not to pursue until we know for sure who he is meeting. Agents in Vancouver and San Francisco have been put on alert and will be activated as needed. 

Jack blinked twice to acknowledge Ginger’s message, then used the movement of his eyes to send a question in response. 

Received. Return to HQ? 

He had his jet on standby there at the airport in the event that he needed to abscond with The Gatekeeper’s man, and he assumed that since that was no longer necessary, Champ and Ginger would want him to come back and await further information. Keeping one eye on his target, he used the other to read the new message that flashed across his lens, finding it to be a surprise. 

Negative. Don’t want to risk the chance of counter tracking. Take the Pony somewhere for a few days first. Vegas or Denver are preferable but Mexico City is also available. 

Well, shoot. Looks like I’m takin’ a vacation. My favorite kind of mission. 

Ginger had listed cities where Statesman owned properties that were reserved for off duty use - for when Agents had to lay low for a while, or for when they needed a safe place to recover from injuries sustained in the line of duty. There were several more located around the world, but judging by the selection that was presented to him, they wanted him to stay close enough to either have him back in Kentucky in a matter of hours, or send him to California or British Columbia in a pinch when the intel on who the associate was meeting with came back. 

Received. Target inbound. Contact when directive complete. 

With that, he lifted his finger up to tap the arm of his glasses once more, the screens deactivating so that he could remove them, folding them for safe storage in the inner pocket of his jacket. In a turn of luck, his mark headed straight for the bar he was seated at and sat down two stools over. He showed no signs of having made Jack for a secret operative, not even bothering to look in his direction as he ordered a drink from the bartender. 

Perfect. 

Jack’s grin was imperceptible as he used his thumb and pointer finger to pull one of the small “buttons” from the cuff of his jacket sleeve. Flattening it with a tight pinch, he dropped the bio-tracker into his own beverage and watched as it dissolved into the liquid. It finished just as the bartender placed a rocks glass of whiskey on a coaster in front of Jack’s target. He waited for the other man to take a sip, and then he closed the distance, scooting over one stool so that he was right next to him, and then he greeted the man with a jovial tone. 

“Did my ears deceive me just now, or did I hear you order the Statesman 12 year, my friend?” Jack pointed to the other man’s glass while holding his own. 

The other man turned to face Jack, a semi-scowl on his face, his annoyance over being addressed by a seemingly drunken stranger as a “friend” clearly written in gray-green eyes. “What?” He glanced down at Jack’s glass and then at his own. “Oh.” He grunted and gave Jack a nod before taking another sip of his drink. “Yeah. You drinking the same, I take it?” He arched one eyebrow and turned back to face the television screen behind the bar without waiting for the answer to the question he’d just asked. 

“Smoothest bourbon there is.” Jack held up his glass, inspecting the contents. To anyone else’s eye - even the man beside him - it would appear as though he were simply appreciating the way the overhead lights streaked through the rich amber liquid. In truth, he was making sure that the button-turned-tracker had been completely infused into the drink. Seeing that it was, he glanced over and caught his mark with his own glass midway to his lips once more.

Slow down there, son, leave some for our toast. 

Reaching for the man’s elbow, he stopped him from draining the last of his beverage. “How about we both raise our glasses to good taste and safe travels?” 

The other man jerked his arm away as though he’d been burned, the motion accompanied by a deeply frustrated sigh. Checking his watch, he rolled his eyes and shook his head at Jack. “Sure Fine. Just make it quick, I have a flight to catch.” 

As he presented his glass for the toast, Jack aggressively clinked the rim of his against it - with just enough force so that some of his drink had sloshed into the other man’s glass without him noticing. “Quick it is. Safe travels.” 

“Uh huh.” The sketch of a scowl was back as the man nodded again, knocking back the remainder of his drink, including the tracker. “Same to you.” With that, he slapped a fifty on the bar and left his empty glass, on his way to whatever gate would take him to whatever scumbag was waiting for him. 

The Gatekeeper or the Golden Circle… or whoever the fuck else. We’ll know soon enough. 

Taking his glasses back out of his pocket, Jack unfolded them and put them back on his face. With a tap of his finger the one-way screens hidden in the lenses activated again, and through a series of blinks and subtle eye movements, he sent confirmation of his mission back to Ginger Ale. 

Tracker planted. Target in motion. 

Before he got a response, though, he was distracted by a voice coming from over his shoulder. “Excuse me? Is anyone sitting there?” 

He turned towards the speaker and his eyes widened, lips lifting into a slight grin when he saw that it was you. 

Hot damn, she’s even prettier up close. 

His grin grew at your sudden, small intake of breath when your eyes met. “All yours.” Using one hand, he pulled the stool out for you as Ginger’s message started to scroll across his field of vision. 

You muttered a thank you as you chewed your lower lip. “You didn’t have to-” 

Well done Agent Whiskey. The tracker is live and we are following its movement. Which location did you select? 

“Now darlin’, what kind of gentleman would I be if I only did what I had to do?” He smiled, covertly answering Ginger’s question. 

Not sure yet. Stay tuned. 

You let out a sound that was almost a laugh, shrugging. “You’d be like most gentlemen I’ve known, I guess.” 

Agent, we need to know- 

Jack brought his hand up and tapped the side of his glasses, closing the communication screen and letting Ginger’s message go unfinished. It wasn’t the first time he’d done it and it wouldn’t be the last. He always eventually got back to her and never made her wait too long. But his focus had been drawn to you all afternoon, and now that you were sitting directly beside him, he wasn’t going to rush the interaction he’d been putting off for hours. 

“Then allow me to introduce to you a different kind.” He reached up and swept his hat from his head, laying it on the bartop, and extended his free hand to you.  “Jack Daniels.” 

–  –  – 

15 Minutes Earlier…

You checked your watch with a sigh, noting that you still had a little under an hour before you’d be called for boarding. 

It’s fine. That means I can start another chapter now. You rolled your eyes. I’ll need a new book for the flight home at this rate, though. 

It was one of those flights that didn’t make sense - with a 4 hour layover in a city that was completely out of the way of your destination. But that was why you’d been able to find tickets for only $48 each way, less than three days out. Things at work had been hectic, and you weren’t sure if you were going to be able to get the time off until the very last minute. So even though it certainly wouldn’t have been your first choice if you’d been able to book it months ago when the trip was first brought up, you were perfectly content to take the unnecessary stopover in Louisville on your way to Las Vegas. 

Doesn’t hurt when the people watching prospects are this interesting, either. 

You glanced over at the nearby bar and the astoundingly attractive man seated there who’d snagged your attention as soon as he arrived. He, like a handful of others in the terminal, wore a dark felted Stetson But unlike most, it suited him. As did his perfectly tailored suit and- 

Oh, fuck, he’s wearing glasses now. And they look damn good on him, too. 

You cleared your throat and forced your thoughts back to your trip and your reason for taking the less than desirable layover. Even though it meant spending hours alone in an airport, you were excited, because it also meant being able to see several of your friends who lived far away, and being able to celebrate your birthday with them. Well, not just your birthday. The trip was meant to be a group celebration to make up for the fact that you hadn’t all been able to get together for a birthday in years. Since there happened to be two of you who had birthdays in January, that was the month that was chosen. But the dates that were settled on had included your actual birthday smack dab in the middle of them, and you were looking forward to having something fun to do with people you missed. 

Which was why you groaned as you read the notification that popped up on your phone regarding the flight status. 

Delayed - Mechanical Issues 

“Fuck.” You muttered under your breath, closing the airline app and tapping your phone screen to open the group chat so you could fill the others in on your situation. Before you finished typing though, your phone vibrated in your hand and a picture popped up of two of your friends - Jess and Maddy - both wearing ear to ear smiles at Harry Reid International, the text from Jess simply reading two words followed by several exclamation marks: We’re here!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Kayla chimed in next, responding with an emphatic YAY! and sending a screenshot of her GPS, showing that she was just under 2 hours out. Be there so soon! 

Nat still had her phone on airplane mode since she’d only taken off from LAX about an hour earlier, so you didn’t bother waiting for an update from her before you finished typing your own. 

Bad news, my flight out of Louisville is delayed. :( Mechanical issues… No idea when I’ll be there now, but I’ll keep you all posted. 

You sent the message and tucked your phone into the outer pocket of your bag as disappointment set in. As it was, the rest of your friends were already supposed to arrive half a day before you. But now, it was looking like you were going to miss out on the entire first day of the trip. 

Or more. 

Frowning at the thought, you tried not to let yourself get too upset until you had a better idea of your situation. You told yourself that it could be something quick and easy to remedy - maybe you’d only have to wait one more hour. Maybe less. Either way, you decided that since half of the group was already there, it meant that the vacation had unofficially started, and it was time you treated yourself to a drink. 

And if I know Jess and Maddy, they’re doing the same right now. 

You picked up your bag, slinging the strap over your shoulder, and headed towards the bar. It was moderately crowded, only a few stools left vacant scattered here and between other travelers. But as you got closer you noticed that the man you’d caught yourself spending more time watching than any of the others was still seated there - and that the seat beside him had just become empty. 

Perfect timing. 

That confidence lasted only until the man spun at the sound of your voice, and seeing him up close had nearly knocked the breath from your lungs. 

Oh, shit. He’s- 

By the time he’d given you his name along with his hand to shake, you’d noticed things about him that you hadn’t from across the room. Like the flecks of tan and gold that lightened his dark brown eyes, the distinct bow of his upper lip beneath his mustache and how it rested against the plush pillow of the lower one, the way you couldn’t see a stitch of leather on him aside from his boots, but the smell of it - along with bergamot - clung to him and made him even more appealing. 

You swallowed, his warm hand wrapping around yours and squeezing as you managed to tell him your name. “It’s nice to meet you, Jack.” 

Without letting go of your hand or releasing your eyes from the lock his own had on them, he repeated your name back to you, the sound of it making your face grow warm. “Pleasure’s all mine, I promise you.” 

When he winked as he withdrew his hand, you knew you were screwed. You ordered yourself a drink - something local, a bourbon you’d not seen before called Statesman - and Jack, though approving of your choice, simply asked for a glass of water. As you brought the glass to your lips, another thought popped into your head. 

But am I really screwed, though? Because… he seems just as interested as I am. 

Over the next half hour, you and Jack made small talk and subtly flirted in smirks and glances. You asked him what brought him to the airport that day, to which he’d answered: 

“Had some business here earlier. But that’s done, so the rest of my evening is completely free.” 

You shook your head at that, taking another sip of your drink. Damn that’s good. “Don’t you have a flight to catch?” 

At that, he grinned and spread his large hands wide. “Ah, well, that is one of the perks of being my own pilot.” He raised one eyebrow and leaned towards you. “I can leave whenever I choose.” 

Okay, I wasn’t expecting that. That definitely makes him even more attractive somehow, though. 

You mouthed the word wow and let out a stunted laugh as you reached into your bag to retrieve your phone. Some time had passed and you were hoping that there would be another notification about the status of your delayed flight. “That must be nice.” You groaned as you saw that there was nothing new from the airline, and several texts from your friends expressing their dismay over your travel woes. Shaking the phone in your hand, you sighed. “I’m here on a layover that got delayed and the rest of my friends are already in Vegas.” Looking over at him, you wet your lips with your tongue. “I’d love to be able to just… hop in and take off whenever I wanted to.”

–  –  –  

Well, shit. Did she just say Vegas? 

Clearing his throat, Jack reached up to tap the arm of his glasses. Several missed messages came through at once, all from Ginger, but he blinked them away as he spoke. “Well, I know we’ve only just met, and I’m not trying to make any suggestions-” Though I could. “- But I happen to be going to Sin City myself tonight.” He had to contain his grin at the flash in your eyes as he used the nickname for the gambling town. “I’d be more than happy to take you with me.” 

Destination selected. Las Vegas, Nevada, USA. 

You sucked in a breath at his proposition, and though he knew you were likely considering saying no, he hoped you’d say yes. “I… Jack, I couldn’t ask you to-” 

“You’re not. I’m askin’. I’ll show you my license and everything to prove that I’m legit, but darlin’, I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want to.” He tilted his head towards the window. “No tellin’ how long they’ll need to fix that bird, and if your friends are already there…” He trailed off and shrugged, returning his gaze to you. “My jet is fully fueled and ready to go. I could get you there so you don’t have to miss out too much. More than you already have, I mean.” 

He could practically hear Ginger’s reply when it came through, but he fought the urge to let out a snort as he read it. 

IT’S ABOUT TIME, AGENT. Make sure your friend buckles up. We’ll contact you when you can return to HQ. 

You bit your lower lip again, and he couldn’t help but watch the way your teeth dug into your flesh. “I…” He saw the rest of your protest dissolve the same way the tracker had earlier, your eyes shifting from skeptical to excited until that’s all he saw in them. You laughed, then, lifting your hand and holding up one finger. “Alright. I’ll… yes. I’ll take you up on it. But on one condition.” 

Received. Will await contact. Over. 

Jack reached up to tap his glasses before removing them and stowing them in his pocket. He leaned in closer to you, concentrating on the quirk of your lips and the mixture of impulse and instinct in your eyes. “Let’s hear it.” 

“You let me buy you a drink once we get there.” You said it over the rim of your glass as you finished the last of it, eyes on him as you swallowed. 

An excuse to go out with a beautiful woman? That’s the condition? 

Jack flashed you a smile. “I think those terms are more than agreeable, ma’am.” 

–  –  –  

What the fuck am I doing? 

You half laughed at yourself, but at the same time there was something about Jack that made you feel like you could trust him. You were aware that that could be a danger in and of itself, but your gut told you he was a good man, and you had always felt that you were a good and accurate judge of character. 

How’s it any different from meeting a guy and getting in his car with him? It’s not, really. 

It was, and you knew it was, but you hadn’t been wrong yet. And as much as you wanted to get to Vegas to see your friends, you also found yourself wanting more time to get to know Jack. He was offering you the chance to do both of those things, and even though you were looking for one, you couldn’t find a downside. 

Pulling out your phone, you opened the group chat and sent one text before switching it to airplane mode. 

Change of plans. Met a (really good looking) pilot who was on his way to Vegas and offered me a ride. Sending a screenshot of his license number in case I go missing hahaha. Just kidding. I’ll be fine. See you soon!

You knew what they’d say when they saw your message. 

Jess would likely just send a thumbs up - or possibly a photo of herself giving a thumbs up. 

Maddy would emphasize your message and respond with something like Okay but don’t die! 

Kayla’s message would be a more whimsical reaction like Jesus take the wheel! (Wait do planes have wheels?) or Life is short, take rides from hot pilots when you can with the peace sign emoji. 

And Nat would send advice from several documentaries and podcasts she’d seen or listened to, about what to do if you were being abducted. 

You laughed to yourself again at the entire situation. 

“Alright, Jack.” You hopped down from your stool and picked up your bag. “I’m ready when you are.” 

He stood, taking his hat from the bartop and placing it on his head. “No time like the present.” Running his hands over his clothes, he smoothed out his suit jacket. “Follow me, darlin’. And give me that.” He pointed his chin towards your bag. “I’m a gentleman, remember? Where would my manners be if I let a lady carry her own bags?” 

You shook your head with a smile and handed over your carry-on, leaving you with only your purse. “I don’t know. You’re teaching me about gentlemen, remember?” 

You knew when you saw his eyes darken that you’d made the right call. 

“Oh, sugar. I remember. Few hours to Vegas. Plenty of time for me to teach you things.” With that he started walking and you were left to follow, slightly stunned at the implications in his tone and in his words. 

This is definitely going to be a trip to remember, that’s for sure. 

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[skzdust]

Contingency

Part 2

This one ends with a bit of a cliffhanger but the next part will have some smut so prepare for that hehehe! Enjoy! Thank you @palindrome969 for beta reading!!!

Summary: You accept a job from your best friend Seonghwa getting information on Ateez's rival group, SKZ. You decide to get to the organization through one of their members: Lee Minho. You find yourself falling for him, and things get even more complicated when SKZ's resident hacker seems to have his sights set on you as well.

Pairing: Lee Know x I.N x Reader

Includes: Coffee shop date, mafia party, meeting Jeongin, cliffhanger ending

Word count: 2.7k

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Minho was already at the coffee shop when you walked in the next morning. He hadn’t texted you, but you were counting on him to have run a background check on the name and number. 

Y/n l/n was a squeaky clean person: never gotten so much as a parking ticket. Middle of her class at the local university, graduated with a computer science degree. Worked for a country-wide company headquartered in the city, providing a degree of anonymity a more important job at a smaller business wouldn’t have. No boyfriend. Parents lived four hours away. Only a few friends in the city. 

You’d gone to great lengths to forge y/n l/n’s life as the perfect partner for Minho. You hoped it would be worth it. 

Minho was seated facing the door, and he smiled as you walked in. You waved and got your latte before sitting across from him. 

“Hello.” He greeted you awkwardly. 

“Hi.” You smiled. You were nervous, but you knew that was stupid. This was a mission, just like any other. This wasn’t really a coffee date, this was a step in a calculated plan. 

But to Minho, it was just a coffee date. “I’m going to be honest, I hate small talk.” He took a sip from his americano, keeping his eyes on you. “So, I have an important question for you.”

“Sure.” You ignored the jump of fear in your stomach. Did he know who you were?

“Are you a cat person?”

You couldn’t hold back your laugh. “Pets are definitely considered small talk.”

“Pets are very important to me.” He gestured with his hand for you to keep talking, smiling. “I asked a question.”

His tone was joking, but the glimpse of dominance made your stomach jump for a very different reason.

“I am.” You shook off the thoughts.

“Good. This might work out, then.”

“That’s a prerequisite for dating you? I have to like cats?” You raised your eyebrows.

“Yes, it is.”

You laughed again, wondering if you were laughing too much. “Fair enough. Fortunately, I love cats.”

“Very fortunate.” His smile was genuine again. “So, tell me about what you do for work.”

He was blunt changing between topics, but you went with it, inventing something about the grocery company you worked for and how you liked your workplace but your boss was a bit too authoritarian at times. A standard answer. 

“What are you doing here all the time, then?” He gestured around the coffee shop.

Your heartbeat kicked up. “I, er, I work hybrid. I’ve had a few days out of the office recently.”

He nodded. “Makes sense.”

“How about you?”

Minho’s lie was smoother than yesterday. He told you about business deals he helped to negotiate for one of the biggest banks in the country, and his only tell was the slight shifting of his feet under the table you could hear when you asked a question. You knew the truth, though, and didn’t hesitate to test him a bit. 

“So, you travel a lot?” You interjected after he mentioned something in Milan.

Minho nodded. “Yeah, it’s a lot of long flights.” He sighed. “I don’t like flying. I don’t like being away from my cats, either.” 

It was one of the first personal details he’d given. He’d kept his talk strictly to work.

“You must really love those cats.”

His eyes softened, a fond smile curving his mouth. “I do. They’re my babies.” 

“I’d love to…” You cleared your throat, not even needing to fake anxiety. “I’d love to meet them.”

“Trying to get in my apartment already?” He looked amused. 

You held up your hands in front of you. “I just like cats!” 

“Mhm.” He lifted an eyebrow. “I didn’t say I didn’t want you there. Anyway.”

Your discussion turned to other things: music and books you liked, what you did in your free time, your favorite places around the city. You didn’t forget who you were talking to, or why you were talking to him, but you let yourself enjoy flirting with him for now.

There was a lull in your conversation.

“So…” Minho filled the silence. “I know this is our first date, but I figure it’s worth asking. I have a work party coming up, and I was wondering if you’d come with me.”

“Wow, you haven’t even taken me out to dinner, and you already want to bring me around your coworkers?” You teased. 

“There will be dinner at the party, does that count?” Minho scrunched his nose as he smiled.

“I suppose that can count.”

“So, you’ll come?”

“I’ll come.”

You couldn’t believe your luck. Minho trusted you enough—liked you enough—to bring you to one of his SKZ parties. It would be a great opportunity to get to know what kind of resources SKZ had, both in people and in equipment. 

“I should warn you, it’s kind of a business party.” Minho said. “We’re celebrating a… a victory. A big deal.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Oh?”

He laughed. “I wasn’t too involved, but as I’m a branch of the team that did the work, I got invited.”

“So you don’t know too much about it?” You gave him an easy out. 

“Not too much, no.” He shook his head. “I’ll send you a dress.”

“Don’t you need my address for that?”

“You see, I was hoping we could go there together.”

“You want me to bring you home?” Your eyebrows shot up. “Minho, we’ve gone on one date. What if you’re a stalker or something?”

“Then at least I’m hot.” He smirked.

You suppressed a grin. “You’ve got me there. I’ll give you my address, but you’re not coming home with me tonight.”

“Fine, deal.” He leaned back. “I’ll send you a dress.”

“When’s the party?”

“Er… tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” You were genuinely surprised at his answer. You’d heard about the SKZ party through one of your contacts, but you didn’t know it was so soon.

“I know it’s short notice... but I’m looking forward to you being there.”

You smiled. “I’m looking forward to it, too.”

“I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“Alright.” You wrote down your address for him, your heart jumping at the self-satisfied smile he gave you as you handed it to him.

He stood. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You got up, too. “See you.” 

Before he left, Minho took your hand and pressed a kiss to it, keeping eye contact with you, before sweeping out of the coffee shop.

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The next day, the dress Minho had promised showed up at your door, delivered by a man in a dark suit. You unzipped the garment bag, excited to see what Minho had picked out for you.

The dress was beautiful, a shimmering deep blue material with a low neckline and a low back. The bottom flared into a trumpet skirt. 

You were surprised at the quality of the tailoring. You couldn’t tell if there was any special adjustments to the pattern, but even if it was a standard size, it fit you like a glove. You admired it in the mirror before taking it off, deciding to do your makeup and hair first so as not to mess up the dress. 

You finished your preparations and put the dress on again. You hid a few knives on you before doing a few twirls in the mirror and checking the time. It was almost 7:00, and a minute later, there was a knock at your door. 

Minho was standing there in a black suit with a blue shirt that matched your dress. There would be no doubt who you were there with. He was carrying a small bouquet, and held it out to you.

“Thank you, Minho!” You accepted the flowers with a genuine smile. 

“Of course.” He nodded his head. 

“I’m gonna take these inside, and then we can go.”

He nodded again, a smile creeping onto his face. “Alright.”

You went back inside. This apartment was a rental, not your actual apartment, and you had no idea where the vases were, so you just got out a large cup and half-filled it with water before setting the flowers inside. 

Minho held out his arm as you walked back towards him, and you took it. “How gentlemanly.”

“That’s me.” He smiled as if laughing at some private joke. “A gentleman, through and through.”

You almost snorted. You didn’t think the numerous people he’d killed would describe him that way, but whatever. 

You left the apartment building, and you acted surprised at the limousine waiting for you. “A limo? Minho!” 

“It’s on the bank.” He opened the door for you, and you climbed in. 

“Well, if you’re kidnapping me, at least you’re doing it in style.”

He laughed. “If I were kidnapping you, you’d know it.” 

He got into the car after you, and you were off. The party turned out to be in a ballroom in a skyscraper downtown, which you found a little disappointing. You’d been hoping to see one of the SKZ buildings tonight, but you supposed Minho probably wouldn’t bring an outsider to one of his organization’s secret locations on a second date. 

He helped you out of the car and opened the door for you as you went inside. You were the only two in the elevator, and as it dinged to indicate you’d arrived at your floor, Minho held out his arm again. You took it and walked out of the elevator to a short hallway. Two men stood outside one of the doors, and Minho nodded at them as they opened the doors.

The ballroom was big, a huge chandelier suspended from the ceiling, and beautiful rococo-style molding on the trim and wall panels. It was dim, but not too dim, and it was full of people. 

“Don’t be too intimidated. Some of them might seem… scary, but I promise they’re all nice.” Minho mumbled as you walked in.

You held back another laugh. You knew these people were killers. They’d kill you if they knew who you were. They weren’t nice. 

But you nodded. “I’m not easily scared, it’ll be fine.”

“Oh, here’s my boss.” Minho sighed as a man noticed you, waved at Minho, and began to walk over. The gun holster strapped to him was the same dark color as his shirt and suit, but you noticed it immediately. He was young, younger than you’d expected, but if he was Minho’s boss, this had to be Bang Chan, the leader of SKZ. 

You swallowed. His job was to know who his enemies were. His job was to know who you were.

But he didn’t indicate any recognition as he smiled at Minho and extended a hand to you. You let go of Minho’s arm to shake it.

“Hello, Minho. And hello, beautiful.” He smiled at you, and if you didn’t know who he was, you would’ve melted. But you were a little too terrified of him knowing who you were to be starstruck by that brilliant smile.

“She’s here with me, Chan.” Minho said, but his laugh was good-natured. “I forbid you from hitting on her.”

Chan gave an exaggerated sigh. “Fine, fine.”

“My name’s y/n. I’m… yeah, I’m here with Minho.” You looked around. “I know exactly no one else.”

That was a lie. You didn’t know everyone, but you recognized at least half the faces here, either from missions or reading files. Right now you could name Han Jisung, who was one of SKZ’s top spies, and Kim Seungmin, a gifted medic, among others. 

“It’s alright, I can introduce you.” Minho smiled reassuringly. “Like I said, no one’s scary.”

“At least not too scary.” Chan said, and Minho shot him a look. 

You’d met a few bosses, but never Chan. He was more lighthearted than you’d expected, but you knew his relaxed vibe masked a ruthlessness and a tendency for vengeance that surpassed those of other organizations. Chan was like Minho: dangerous, but good at hiding it. 

Minho guided you around the party, introducing you to a few people, including a few of those you already recognized. You were on guard the whole time, hoping no one would recognize you. You’d never worked with or even against anyone in SKZ before, but you were known enough in the mafia world that you half-expected someone to blow your cover. But you were lucky, no one let on even the slightest indication or tell that they knew who you were. 

Although you did notice someone watching you.

He had blond hair and the most intense eyes you’d ever seen—and you worked in the criminal underworld, you’d seen a lot of intense eyes. You didn’t recognize him, but he stuck to the walls. His white jacket and the black belt he wore over it stood out in the sea of dark suits worn by almost every man in the room. 

Minho was talking to someone, so you told him you were going to get a drink and walked over to where the man in the white jacket was leaning by the punch bowl. 

You poured some into a cup, trying to react to his staring like a normal person and not like a bounty hunter. “You’ve been watching me.”

“Yes.” 

“That’s a little creepy.” You looked at him, and he gave a wry grin. 

“I’m not trying to be creepy. I just… you look familiar.” 

Your stomach twisted. “I don’t work for the bank. I’m here with Minho.”

“Ah, you’re Minho’s date.” His grin grew, and if he didn’t know the bank lie Minho had been telling, he didn’t let on. “I’ve been teasing him about coming solo to parties for a while.”

“Do you have a date?”

“No.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Then who are you to talk?”

“Touché.” He laughed. “So then, why are you so familiar?”

You shrugged. “Dunno.” You took a sip of your punch. 

“Hm.” He hummed.

“I’d better get back to Minho.” You said, turning around.

“Wait.”

You turned back to him. 

“My name’s Jeongin.”

Your blood went cold.

Your specialty was tech and hacking. You were one of the best. But if there was anyone better than you, it was Yang Jeongin of SKZ. He was your biggest competition, the only one who could get past a firewall or take down a system faster and more effectively than you.

Jeongin knew you as The Spider. He shouldn’t know your face. You’d never seen his. The fact that you were familiar to him was very concerning. 

“Y/n.” You replied with as easy a smile as you could muster. 

“Y/n.” He repeated, tilting his head. “That’s a beautiful name. Just as beautiful as you are.”

“Thank you.” You were getting flustered, both from his recognition of you and his compliments. “I should get back to Minho, though.”

“Oh, Minho… he won’t mind if you talk with me for a little longer.” He gave you another grin, but this one was more flirtatious and less threatening.

“What do you want to talk about?”

“You.”

“Me? I’m not very interesting.”

“I’m sure you are.”

“Why are you being like this?” You said bluntly. 

He tilted his head, and his eyes got a little more intense. “I didn’t come here with a date. I hope Minho will forgive me for what I want to do to you.”

A shiver ran through you, definitely not fear. 

This was arousal.

“And what do you want to do to me?” You whispered. 

He smiled, and it looked warm, but you knew it was dangerous. 

You knew he was dangerous. 

But you wanted him. 

“Come find out.” 

You swallowed. “That’s a bad idea. I’m here with Minho.”

He rolled his eyes, laughing. “I can deal with Minho… if he finds out.”

This could jeopardize the entire mission. If Minho found out you’d cheated on him, he’d probably dump you, and while SKZ likely wouldn’t retaliate, you wouldn’t be welcomed either. There would be no way to get their information.

On the other hand… if you could convince him you were just some civilian, you weren’t involved in his world at all, you’d be safe. Hooking up with him would probably do that.

This was a poor rationalization, and you knew it. But he was hot.

“Okay.” You said after a second. “Show me.”

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a/n: prepare for smut lol.