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pierrelapsac · 3 years ago

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Lestappen boarding school #10 (18+)

Read the whole thing on my AO3...

1st October 2019

Leclerc

Tonight?

17:46

It took two days after his conversation with Carlos for Charles to get in touch with him again. It was more direct than usual which Max appreciated after all of the confusion from the last few days. I’m not going to fuck around with 2 people at once. Max couldn’t stop thinking about it, that meant him, he was the only one Charles was fucking. He couldn’t quite figure out how this had happened and why he was feeling so nauseatingly pleasant about it. Almost as worrying as how he was undeniably relieved they were going to keep doing whatever they were doing..

Yes.

17:47

The whole process was starting to feel very familiar.

Charles knocked outside his window at ten to twelve. According to Charles, Pierre had always fallen asleep before him, and Charles had always been known to take the odd midnight walk. So after Pierre fell asleep, Charles could climb out his window and up to Max's. They figured they had about an hour give or take, so if Pierre woke up before Charles got back it wouldn't look like he'd been out for too long.

Max let Charles in and helped him down too. He felt unusually eager to keep Charles happy tonight. Charles paused after getting to the floor and took a moment before he looked up at Max.

"Thanks." Charles whispered, he glanced down at the pillows Max had dropped on the floor like normal so they could avoid the squeaky bed. Max wondered for a second if he was allowed to ask if Charles was okay.

"Thanks for dropping in." Max said, a terrible joke was a safer option. Charles cracked a tight smile and pulled Max into a kiss. He was slower than usual and more restrained.

"Sit down." Max said, pulling back. Determined to impress Charles back to normal, perhaps make up for ruining his date. Charles nodded and sat but not without giving Max a curious look. It felt like a challenge.

"Take off your trousers." Max said, hoping his voice wouldn’t crack..

Charles looked up at Max very deliberately as he removed his trousers and his boxers, tossing them down next to him draping himself across the cushions waiting. Max always thought Charles cock was pretty. It was a little smaller than his own but straight and well proportioned, Charles trimmed his hair pretty short even occasionally shaved everything. It suited him and Max liked how soft it could feel. Max knelt down and kissed the tip. Charles' hand went immediately to his hair, trying just softly to push him down.

"Max, come on…" Charles whined

So Max licked a stripe up from the base of Charles cock to the head and then stopped. Charles thrust up into nothing, Max was very happy to play Charles at his own game for a while. He needed something else though, something Charles didn’t do to him.

"Max." Charles whispered desperately, pushing Max down harder, but Max held back.

"Did you bring lube?" Max asked instead.

"We don't have time to fuck." Charles replied, still pushing Max's head down.

"I want to finger you."

"You -” Charles paused, “okay yeah."

Max hadn't done this before, perhaps in spite of himself. Tonight though, he was going to do everything. With Charles lying back with his legs presented so completely to him, pretty cock and pretty hole.

Max started with his fingers stroking around the top of Charles' thighs up and down the length of his cock. Charles shivered and whimpered underneath him. Max could barely make himself look away to lean forward and get his mouth around Charles. He teased with his tongue, and sucked experimentally, relishing the way it made Charles back arch.

"Max please."

Max lubed his fingers and found Charles hole and circled it softly the way Charles would do to himself. Charles' hand dug back into his hair, squeezing and tugging in time with Max's fingers. Max swallowed around Charles' cock and at the same time pushed one of his fingers in. He glanced up at Charles who was biting his fist to keep quiet.

Max let Charles cock slip out of his mouth just to suck the tip and watch Charles writhe on his fingers. He curled his finger and Charles arched his back pushing down on him.

"More Max… fuck feels good… youre so good…deeper please."

Max pushed it further, and Charles hand tightened in his hair tugging it making Max moan around his cock. Max started moving up and down on Charles cock and then moving his finger in and out slowly chasing Charles noises and his praises.

"Fuck, Max, like that… faster… spit…yes..mmmhh" Charles moaned, his voice coming out high and squeeky from trying to stay quiet.

Max felt brave enough to try another finger. Trying to take his time like Charles would pressing in softly until he felt his two fingers start to slide in easily. Max tested how easily he could fuck them in and out, how Charles breathing seemed to sync up with him.

"God Max, you're so perfect, fuck."

Max had never wanted anything more than to make Charles cum right now. He took Charles cock as deep as he could, bobbing his head up and down as in time as he could with his fingers. His elbow was aching where he leant on it but all he could focus on was the way Charles thighs started to tremble.

Charles fingers tightened in Max's hair so much it hurt just the right way. His own cock was tight in his trousers pressing just a little into the pillow below him. He moaned around Charles again who gripped his head and held him in place as he came thrusting up into Max's mouth.

"Don't take your fingers out." Charles managed breathily as he held Max's head in place for a few more moments til he finally released him. Max had never made Charles cum like that before, he felt an unnerving amount of pride.

"Max?" Charles whispered, more with it now.

"What?"

"Where did that come from?"

Max sat up and shrugged. Charles still lay on his back in front of him, flushed and dishevelled. Max liked Charles the best like this he decided, but he wasn't sure why he was keeping tabs. Max's fingers were still wet; he thought about wiping them on Charles' clothes but didn't.

"Jesus, If this was a book we'd probably get married at the end." Max said.

"We don't read the same kind of books mate." Charles said sitting up against Max's bed opposite him. Charles' feet rested just touching Max's thigh.

Max shook his head. "Pride and prejudice? It was on the English syllabus two years ago."

"Oh, I don't know, I never really read it." Charles replied.

"Weren't you in the advanced class after that exam?" Max asked

Charles grinned at him. "I never read the books, I hate reading, especially in English. You just learn the study guide and the themes and some example essays. It's easy."

"You can't… you're joking right?" Max pushed.

Charles didn't answer, just nudged him more with his foot. "Do you want a blowjob or not?"

#lestappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen #f1 fanfic

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kniesyswrld · 4 years ago

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Hands• t. myers

(You can’t stop wanting to be touched by Tyler because how addicted you are of his hands and touch)

Warning(s): Smut and Fowl Language

This man is 6’8!

Song Inspired By: Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood

When I saw Tyler on Tinder I had no idea he was 6’8” let alone a professional hockey player, so when he told me that he was I was super surprised and a little nervous to meet him.

Tyler and I met up at a local coffee shop in Vancouver on 06-05-2018 and have been dating since 02-14-2019. Life with him is amazing. Now that you’re all caught up let’s get on.

Current Day

“Hey baby, what ya doing?” I asked Tyler and he looked up from the pile of papers in front of him, “I’m trying to find this code for a new pair of hockey gloves.” He says.

I nod, “Want my help?” I asked him, “Sure. Look in those magazines.” He says and points to another pile of hockey subscription magazines.

“Is this it?” I asked holding up a picture of hockey gloves and a tiny code underneath, “Yes!” He says and grabs my face and kissed my lips.

I raised my eyebrow, “Are they gonna fit? You do have some big hands.” I said to him. “They will, baby. What’s the code so I can type it in and buy them?” He says.

“The code is 11KP XP.” I said to him, he types it into his phone and fist pumps the air. He bought the gloves and grabs the magazines before putting them back in the living room.

He sits on the couch and I sit on his lap, “Thanks for helping me, sweetheart.” He smiled and I nod. “You’re welcome, honey.” I say and slowly kiss his lips before going down to his neck and jaw.

“Babygirl.” He moans softly, his big hands slide up and down my tiny body. I straddle his lap and roll my hips as I kiss his neck, his hands cup my ass and he lets out a groan.

His hands go to my waist and he rubs my hips with his thumbs as he kisses my lips. I moaned against his lips. “You wanna take this to the bedroom?” He asked me with a smirk.

“No, baby. I don’t want your big, sexy hands off my body.” I said to him. “How about I keep touching you as we go upstairs?” He asked me with a grin, “Yes, please.” I said.

He picks me up and moved his hands all over my body as we made out and walked up the stairs. “Come on, princess.” He smiled and slowly lays me on the bed.

“I love you, Ty,” I said to him, slightly out of breath from the make-out session we just had. “I love you more, baby girl.” He says back to me and grabs my face to kiss me again.

His hands roamed my body and he kisses down my neck this time. “Fuck.” I moaned softly as he nibbled the spot where my ear lobe and jaw meet.

“I need to be inside of you, baby.” He whispered in my ear, “I just need to feel you touch me all over, Tyler.” I say with urgency and neediness laced in my voice.

He pulls away and looks down at me with a soft smile, “You are super beautiful.” He said to me and I blush. “Stop it.” I groaned and he shook his head. “No because it’s true.” He says.

“No it isn’t.” I sighed, “Yes it is. You are super beautiful, let me prove it to you.” He smirks and I bit my lip and nod. “Okay, prove it.” I said in the best sexy voice I could use.

He motions for me to take my shirt off, so I do and my boobs slapped my chest. “No bra?” He asked with a grin, “Well we didn’t go in public today and they were a little sore.” I say to him.

“I can make them feel better, my love.” He smiled and he put my one boob inside of his mouth. His tongue swirls around my nipple and he punches/massages my other nipple.

I let out soft moans left and right, which causes Tyler to suck harder. He takes his face off my chest and sucks my other nipple and plays with the other one.

“God your tits are so huge.” He says to me and I bit my lip at the compliment. “Come on, baby. I need to feel your dick inside of me.” I said to him and he smiled.

He kisses my lips once more before pulling my shorts and panties down my legs and off of me. “Fuck your pussy is so wet and you shaved, shit.” He says biting his lip.

“I’m the only naked one right now. Lemme see you now, baby.” I tease and he nods. He takes his shirt off and I reach out running my finger softly over his abs and bit my lip.

He chuckled and I get on my knees, I look up at him and unbuckle his jeans. I smirked up at him and he shivers, “Come on.” He says and I pulled his pants down.

“Yes.” He groans because his hard cock finally had some sort of release. He steps out of his jeans and I grab his cock through his boxers, “You feel so big in my hand, baby.” I said.

He lets out a shaky breath and I take my hand off his hard dick. I put my hands on the hem of his boxers and pulled them down, his dick hits his stomach and I grin at him.

“Lay back, babygirl.” He says and I climb back to the top of the bed and lay on my back. He reached into our nightstand and grabs a condom, “Wanna do the honors?” He asked with a sly smirk.

I chuckled and get back on my knees and rolled the condom onto his huge cock. He pushed me back down and hovers over me, “You ready, princess?” He asked me.

“Yes, sir.” I said and he smiled. He slowly pushed in me and we both let out a soft gasp, “Oh shit!” I moaned and his hips snap continuously into me.

He let out a moan and grips my thigh as he keeps pounding my tiny pussy. “Holy fuck you are super tight.” He said to me and I let out a whine, his moans were becoming more animalistic.

“Tyler, oh my god!” I moaned and he grins, “Fuck.” He grunts and his other hand was gripping my tit, he slapped my tits a few time and made sure it was amazing.

He rocks faster and my fingernails are clawing down his back, “Holy fuck.” I moaned and he leans down kissing my lips with a chaste kiss.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck.” He groans and I nod, “Me too.” I sighed a moan and he moves his hands up and down my body to get me there. “Yes baby, touch me just like that!” I moaned.

His hips move in a stuttery motion and I knew he was close to cumming, “Come on, Ty. Cum for me.” I said to him, “Agh holy fuck.” He grunts as I felt the condor fill with warm liquid.

“Cum, Y/n.” He says to me and fingers my clit to help me get closer and that’s all it took for me to clench around his dick and cum all over him.

After I came, he pulls out of me and rolled off of me. He throws the condom into the garbage bin and gets up, he looks at his back in the mirror and gasps.

“Y/n all the guys are gonna chirp at me.” He said to me and I shrug, “Oh well. Now they know how good you are at fucking me.” I said to him, “You’re bad.” He says.

I sighed, “You gonna come over here and teach me a lesson...daddy?” I teased and he groans before smiling and shaking his head. “What am I gonna do with you?” He asked and I smirk.

“Fuck me.” I said and he hops back onto the bed, he flips me onto my stomach and all I’m saying is we had a long night.

#hockey imagine #hockey smut #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl smut #hockey #nhl #hockey fic #nhl x reader #tyler myers #tyler myers smut #vancouver canucks smut #vancouver canucks

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the-silentium · 4 years ago

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Masterlist

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reincarnation!Reader

Words: 2755 words

Warnings: TUA season 1 and 2 spoilers, violence, blood, mention of torture, swearing, angst.

Requested by: @asphodelshare

Hi! I read your Five fics and I like your style of writing! If it’s not too much to ask, could you write one where Five had to leave the reader back in the 2019 Apocalypse bc he didn’t have a choice. He then sees her 1963 counterpart, she doesn’t know him and he tries to stop himself from reconnecting w/ her but he can’t help himself. It’s up to you if it’ll end on a happy note or an angsty one! Xx

A/N: The Eternals are my personal touch, so I guess this should be considered an AU of some sort. I'm sure this wasn't what you thought would happen, I'll be frank, it wasn't what I thought either 😂 The end just wrote itself! And it wasn't what I had planned. Ouups.

He tried. Really, he tried. Ever since the first time he saw you walking in the street wearing a school uniform, a school bag hanging loosely on your shoulder and a lunchbox in hand, Five had had a hard time resisting his need to run to you and hug your form with all his might. Granted, Five had no proof that the girl walking away from him was this time-line version of you, she could simply be a perfect replica of your 15 years old self with the same habit of drawing on her school furniture, the same bright smile and the same bewitching laugh. Yes, she was just a replica. A too perfect replica.

Five forced his legs to take him away from her walking form and tried to push the girl at the back of his mind. He had to concentrate on his task to stop the new apocalypse and return back in 2019 where he left you.

It never was in the plan to let you die under the meteor shower that ravaged the Earth, if anything you were at the top of his list of people he had to save. Unfortunately Five came to the conclusion that the past was a place way too dangerous for you to venture, add this to the Commission who would surely double down their effort to kill the Hargreeves and whoever helped them, your chances of dying in the past were way too high for his liking. The boy would never be able to live with himself if you were to die permanently in the past and not for only a few days in 2019.

For a whole day, Five managed to forget about the girl and his feelings altogether. Alongside Diego, he broke into their father's company building and discovered some precious information. The part of the night involving the younger Pogo let him a bitter taste in his mouth but it didn't stop him in the slightest. Back at Morty's, Five was almost surprised to find his brother still breathing on the couch, his new partner in crime cauterizing his bullet-wound.

"Did you cut yourself shaving? I can teach you to shave like a big boy." Sighing the boy put a gaze to the bleeding scratches burning his neck. All he could hope now was that Pogo didn't give him Herpes B.

"No, I just ran into an old family friend." Five turned around towards the kitchen in hope of finding a perfectly brewed coffee pot. He groaned in disappointment when he noticed that not only was the coffee pot empty, but Elliott wasn't tied in the chair anymore.

"You untied him?" Five shot Lila a brief glance before returning his attention to his surroundings, listening attentively to any sound allowing him to pin-point the man's location.

"No. Was I supposed to?"

Ignoring her question, Five made his way to the rooms down the hallway. He never ventured there before, he assumed that the three doors lead to a bedroom and some storage rooms filled with conspiracy theories just like the living room. Turns out he was partially right.

Elliott's bedroom was empty, the bed still undone. The next door opened on a black room with pictures hanging on the walls and dyeing material placed neatly.

From behind the last door, Five could hear two distinct muffled voices. He recognized the first one as Elliott's but the second one made him frown in concentration. It sounded familiar even though he never really talked to anyone from this time-line other than Lila and Elliott.

Confused, Five opened the door, not prepared at all to see you standing in front of a seated Elliott, the two of you arguing in hushed voices. The cracking door alerted you, your angry gaze instantly found him, standing in your doorway with his mouth slightly opened in shock like an idiot.

Five gulped as you made your way to him, there was no way that she wasn't you. Not only did she look exactly like you, but her pissed-off expression was the same as the you he knew. Your fists were tight at your sides, no doubt giving you the courage to not back down before him, your furrowed brows created little wrinkles that Five desperately wanted to ease away by a light stroke of his fingers and your eyes. Oh your eyes. How he had missed their spark.

“Who are you?” You harshly asked while poking his chest with your delicate finger.

Five had a hard time keeping his arms to his sides, preventing them from pulling you into a tight hug that you were sure to hate. Instead, he breathed in deeply in an attempt to calm his frantic heart. “E- What are you doing here?” He mentally cursed the slight waver in his voice, then again, you tended to have that effect on him.

“I live here. Why are you here?”

He was at a loss of words and couldn't help but stare at you in disbelief. You lived here?

“Oh. Yeah. Sorry.” Elliott stood up, his anxiety showing in the form of a hand scratching the back of his neck. “This is my daughter Y/N. Y/N this is- this is- eh. He’s one of them.”

You even had the same name! It finally clicked into Five's head. He had heard of the rare phenomenon back in his days at the Commission, someone extremely important to the balance of the time-line would reincarnate after each one of their deaths to keep the time-line on track. Those very few, only eight in the whole world, were constantly chased by the Commission who in the beginning tried to discover the secret of their perpetual rebirths but then changed their goal to killing them as soon as they could when they discovered that the reincarnations could remember their past and future lives. Five had always thought that the Eternals, as the Commission called them, were just a story created by bored time analysts to kill time.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, a small smile slipped out of his control at the perspective that this was really you right in front of him, his best friend, his confidant, his partner in crime and the object of his affection.

“The name’s Five.” So far you didn’t seem to remember him. Maybe you were too young or it was too soon. He had no idea how your condition worked.

"I don't care, asswad. You and your friends tied my father to a chair-" Five's heart stopped at the insult modern you used to call him all the time when his shitty attitude managed to get on your nerves. As much as he hated the nickname, he couldn’t help the rush of excitement he felt when he heard it. You may be starting to remember your future even if you were unaware of it.

"He tried to shoot us." Five deadpanned quickly remembering why they tied the man in the first place.

"You are in our house!"

"He invited us in." Okay, this one was a lie. Five had space-jumped in first, but then Elliott hadn't kicked him out so he would consider it as an invitation to stay.

"Dad!" You turned to the embarrassed grown-up, disbelief written all over your face.

Five decided to let them argue alone and go control his ever growing feelings somewhere else, preferably somewhere you were not. Walking back to the kitchen to finally make himself some coffee, Five thought about how he could help you remember who you were- no, will be.

“What’s the beeping?” Lila’s voice broke through his reasoning, catching his attention when she poked the computer screen.

Five made his way toward the machine, a grin stretching his lips. “Vanya.” In a second he jumped away, carrying on with his plan to gather his siblings.

It was only two days later that he saw you next. You were eating your breakfast while quickly scribbling on a poor paper sheet, your foot bouncing rapidly on the floor as the seconds passed. Five was watching you over his warm cup of coffee, swiftly averting his gaze whenever you would lift yours. An elbow hit his shoulder, almost causing him to lose his balance and fall on the floor, wasting his precious black liquid.

“What?” Five snapped at Luther after making sure his drink didn’t spill over his hand.

“Why is Y/N here?” His whispering was not subtle at all although luckily for the blue-eyed boy, the sizzling eggs covered the excessive sound.

Five went to his brother’s side, turning his back to you in the meantime. “She’s not the same Y/N. Well, she is but-” He groaned at the complexity of the situation. His brother would definitely not understand, so he went with the easy way out. “Long story short, this is her past life. Now stop talking abou-”

“Oh, hey even your little girlfriend made it here.” Diego joined the conversation without a care in the world. He grabbed a plate along with some toast before dropping them at Five’s outburst.

“She’s not my girlfriend!” He could feel his body heating up despite his best efforts.

All three of them tensed for their own reasons yet they all not so subtly turned their heads in your direction. If looks could kill, they would definitely be at the verge of death.

“I’m not his girlfriend.” Five just received his killing blow.

You hurriedly grabbed your bag under the table and rushed out of the room, paper in hand. The silence following your exit permitted your last words to bounce in his head, hurting his feelings like nothing before. If he could gauge the pain he felt at this right moment on a scale of 1 to 10, he would say that without a doubt this was a 10.

What you said was the plain truth. In any lives of yours did you and him became a thing. It didn’t stop the fact that after all these years suppressing his romantic attraction toward you, Five had nurtured the hope that maybe one day, you two could be more than friends. Today this hope just blew up in his face, mauling his heart in the process.

So in the blink of an eye, the boy disappeared from the kitchen to live his pain alone, away from prying eyes and the pity of his brothers.

Later that same day, Five was nursing his seventh cup of steaming coffee of the day when someone sat next to his own spot on the second floor, legs dangling in the air where the floor stopped to show the once TV shop. He sipped on his coffee as an attempt to show them that he wasn’t interested in the slightest in what they had to say, needless to say that it didn’t work. He should be used by now, it never worked.

“I’m impressed that you didn’t die from a heart attack or something. Your blood pressure should be pretty high with all the coffee that you drink in a day.” He nearly choked on his sip when your soft voice reached his ears.

He turned to you, baffled to see you smirking at him. Not angry. Not annoyed. Playful. "You know, if you weren't from the future and weren’t endangering my father by your mere presence here, I would have loved to be your friend."

Just when Five thought that he couldn’t be surprised anymore! "How do yo-?"

"Klaus doesn't stop talking about how he misses youtube." The boy sighed, clearly his brother couldn’t keep his mouth shut. He wondered if sewing his mouth shut would suffice to shut him up for good. Knowing Klaus, he would definitely find a way to express himself without his mouth. “Also I remember you, asswad.” You bumped his shoulder with yours before crossing your arms on the railing before you and resting your head on them.

His eyes went wide, the meaning of your words slowly registering into his brain. He turned to you, trying in vain to not get his hopes up about your remembrance. A very genuine smile stretched your lips, making Five almost drop his mug on the floor below. He then realized that if you could remember your future life, then you surely remembered your future death and with it, how Five abandoned you to your demise. Guilt pulled at his heart at imagining what you went through because of him and fear darkened his heart at the thought that not only your past self would hate him but your modern self too.

Something on his cheek caught his attention, the delicate stroke of your fingers awoke a fire under his skin when he noticed your gesture and the concerned frown disturbing your perfect features. This time around he couldn’t stop himself and reached forward, smoothing the creased skin with a light brush of his fingertips.

“I’m sorry.” His hand dropped in defeat at his side, his gaze fleeing yours.

“What for?” You asked, genuinely confused.

“I abandoned you to die.” His voice was so small, saying it aloud made him doubt his choice. He closed his eyes tightly to keep the tears away, his remorses started eating him alive.

You moved closer and took the mug out of his hand when it was within your reach. You disposed of it before wrapping your arms around his waist and put your chin on his shoulder. He didn’t open his eyes, instead closing them tighter to the point that he started to see stars dance behind his eyelids.

“You.” You blowed on the side of his face. Once. Twice. “Hey you. Open your eyes.” You sighed when he merely relaxed his facial muscles but kept his eyes shut. “I understand you know? You had to. I’m not mad.”

You proceeded to poke his cheek when the absence of reaction on his part was starting to get on your nerves. “I’m talking to you, asswad!”

You gasped when Five suddenly turned his head to the side and connected his lips to yours with force. His hands found the side of your face to keep you close when his lips moved with yours in a desperate motion, as if you would vanish at any seconds. At one point, the kiss stopped tasting coffee, a salty taste replacing the strong addicting aroma.

Slowly Five pulled away to discover tears running down your cheeks. His first reaction was to close his hands into fists wanting to jump away and remove his damned heart from his chest with his bare hands. As the blue waves flowed around his fists, your lips stretched in a smile stealing his breath.

"Took you long enough." Your almost imperceptible whisper was so loud in his ears.

A smile mirroring your own formed on his face, he was beyond the moon all the while asking himself how he could have been so stupidly blind to your feelings.

"We got there, that's what's important." You hummed in agreement before repositioning your head on his shoulder and contemplating what next.

A few days passed and Five along with his siblings met their father. Needless to say that it went down pretty quickly. For some odd reason, Five found himself thinking that it could have been worse. Someone could have died. Or hurt. Everyone was in one piece if we didn't count Diego's soul.

Space-jumping back at Morty's, Five thought that he was horribly wrong. Elliott's body laid in a chair obviously having been tortured before being executed. As much as the boy wanted to feel bad for the man who played such a great role helping him reach his goal, every thought that passed through his mind was directed at you.

Five yelled your name before jumping from room to room before he noticed a crimson red trail leading to the black room.

His shaking hand grabbed the handle of the slightly opened door, pushing it with a shaky breath escaping his lungs.

If it wasn't of your school uniform you were wearing, Five couldn't have said for sure that this broken body was yours. The obvious torture you went through got him on his knees, water pooling from his eyes like two rivers.

He was wrong. So dearly wrong. This, right now, was the worst pain he ever felt. He didn't even have to open his chest to relieve himself of his excruciating pain for his heart had completely stopped at the agony scaled to 11.

#five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #number five x reader #number five imagine #the boy #tua s2 #the umbrella academy #this is angsty #and it was supposed to be fluff #my bad #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves

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quokkacore · 4 years ago

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distracting exo while they’re on the phone (m)

warnings: exhibitionism, language

a/n: this was originally uploaded to my old writing blog on january 29th, 2019, in two parts because it was too long, but now i decided to merge them.

𝐱 𝐢 𝐮 𝐦 𝐢 𝐧

Your make out session on the bed had just gotten very rudely interrupted when someone had decided to call your boyfriend. He was lying beneath you, elbows propping him up as he talked to Jongdae about recording schedules tomorrow. He kept glancing at you sympathetically, free hand holding one of yours.

You had been straddling his lap, and you could feel his cock getting softer with every passing moment. Eventually your patience wore thin, and you decided to take matters into your own hands.

“Well, yeah, like I said, I’d have to talk to Chanyeol about— Oh.” You watched in amusement as his eyes bulged comically as you rocked your hips forward against his, gaze flying up to meet yours as you smirked from your position on top of it.

You did it again, and the hand holding yours instantly went to grab at your hip, and you weren’t sure if it was to spur you on or stop you.

“W-what? Yeah, yeah, I-I just got distracted for a moment,” He replied, voice breathy as he bucked his hips up into yours to get more friction.

You threw your head back in exhilaration, feeling your arousal burn violently in the pit of your stomach at the thought of Minseok having to keep quiet when he was normally so vocal with you.

“Uh, y-yeah,” You heard him grunt, “I think that’d be a good vocal arrangement… Hey, Jongdae? I’m gonna have to c-call you back later.”

You looked back down as he hung up and practically threw his phone away, eyes trying to burn a hole through you.

“You think you can get away with that, dirty girl, can you?” He asked lowly, wickedly, as he sits up, face centimeters away from yours as one hand pulls you closer to him, and the other grabs your face to ensure you don’t look away, “You think you’re funny, jagiya, do you?”

You grinned maliciously, before nodding slowly, challenging him with your gaze. You weren’t going to be walking tomorrow.

𝐬 𝐮 𝐡 𝐨

It had been weeks since you and Junmyeon had gone beyond makeout sessions accompanied by heavy petting due to lack of time, and you were starting to get desperate. So when he asked if you wanted to spend the night, watch a movie and order takeout at his place, you didn’t hesitate to say yes.

Needless to say, you were determined to get laid that night. You shaved your legs, exfoliate, moisturized, and even ensured that your bra and panties matched.

Everything was going great, you had resisted jumping on your boyfriend, waiting until the right moment. You were halfway through Black Panther, cuddling into his form, when his cellphone rang.

You weren’t frustrated when he picked up, but after almost twenty minutes discussing a choreography with Jongin, it was safe to say that you were a little pissed off. And then an idea popped into your head.

You watched as he furrowed his eyebrows as you dropped to your knees, quietly undoing his belt and staring up at him. “What the fuck are you doing—” He hissed quietly, before focusing back on the conversation, “Uhh, yeah, I think that would work too.”

Pulling his member out of his boxers, you stroked him slowly to full hardness, eyes not leaving his as they stared darkly at you, stern and menacing. You pressed your thighs together before pressing your lips to the tip, teasing his cock with kitten licks all around the base.

Junmyeon practically jumped out of his seat when you finally took him into your mouth, nostrils flaring as he inhaled sharply. His free hand twitched before going to run a hand through his hair, and his eyes fluttered shut.

“B-but Jongin, if we— hnng, fuck— what? N-no, I’m just cooking, the, uhh, oil almost burned me, anyway— if we put Baekhyun in the center th-there I think it’d look better.”

You smirked as best you could with his cock in your mouth at his excuse as he listened to Jongin’s response, and oh, if looks could kill, you would be dead on the spot. You hummed in satisfaction before relaxing your throat and taking him as deep as you could, actually managing to press your nose against his pelvis.

You saw his eyes roll up back into his head as he gritted his teeth, any thought of Jongin gone as he pressed the mute button for the call, and groaning out as his free hand went to tangle itself in your hair as he began to fuck your mouth in earnest.

“You wanna be a good slut? Choke on it, baby girl.”

𝐥 𝐚 𝐲

Nights with Yixing were always calm. You would sit next to him on the bed, reading a book or scrolling through your phone as he worked on his laptop, before going to bed and cuddling each other to sleep.

Tonight, however, was slightly different, seeing as how when he got into bed, ready to sleep, his cell phone rang. You were already trying to fall asleep, but the ring tone caused you to jolt awake, and he rose from the bed to grab the phone from where it was resting on the desk on the other end of the room.

“Hi, Sehun. Is this important? Yeah… I was getting into bed just now. Okay…”

You listened to the conversation drag on for a few minutes, Yixing’s eyes darting back to you every now and then as he spoke to Sehun. You could tell he was looking for a way out of the conversation. But you could also tell that, despite his lack of interest in the conversation, he felt obligated to be there for Sehun.

So you took matters into your own hands, standing quietly to approach him, before hugging him from the back, your arms around his waist. He stiffened slightly when you stood on the tips of your toes so that your mouth could suck on his skin.

“Come to bed, baby,” You murmured softly, one hand dragging itself downwards to press itself against his hips, before going even lower, “I miss you.” You felt him shake slightly when you bit down gently on his neck, and pressing down on his hardening member.

“Y-yeah, I’m still here, Sehun. Well, I’m sure Baekhyun didn’t mean any harm when he said that…”

He bucked into your hand, and quickly you dipped it under his black boxers to begin to stroke him slowly, thumb massaging the tip softly, touch barely felt. You began to mouth across his jaw, and he relaxed in your arms. “S-Sehun, I really have to get to bed. We can talk about this tomorrow, right?”

You heard Sehun from the other line, begin to say, “Well, yeah, but don’t you think—?” Before Yixing hung up, set the phone down and spun around to kiss you roughly. You moaned into the kiss as he pressed his hips into yours.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” He murmured, before tugging you towards the bed.

𝐛 𝐚 𝐞 𝐤 𝐡 𝐲 𝐮 𝐧

Baekhyun had made you answer countless calls while going down on you, but you never thought about doing something like that to him up until now. Not until you were stuck in traffic, with him prattling on to Kyungsoo about the note changes in a song they were working on.

Before your conversation had been cut short, Baekhyun had decided to rest his hand on your thigh, causing your thoughts to drift into darker territory. You were currently reeling from getting so worked up over the feeling of his hand resting over your skin.

“Yeah, Kyungsoo-yah, I thought it was difficult too but that’s just because you’re going too slow during the vocal run. Once you have it down slowly, pick up the pace.”

You studied your boyfriend, how good he looked today. How firm his grip was on your thigh with one hand, the other on the wheel, Kyungsoo on speaker while you held it up for him. His dark hair was pushed back, bare face on display for you and you only. You bit your lip, and he met your gaze.

Whatever Kyungsoo was saying entered through one of your ears and out the other, then watching Baekhyun’s lips move as he responded. Your only focus was how his grip tightened on your thigh as his eyes looked at your face, and the next thing you knew you were reaching for his dick with your free hand, and his hand was sliding up your skirt.

“No, Soo,” Baekhyun said softly, voice slightly deeper as he traced his finger down your clothed slit while you rubbed him over his pants, “You have to do it slowly.”

He emphasized the word slowly by rolling his hips against your hand, obviously aroused by what was going on, and the double meaning couldn’t be any more obvious. Your head tipped back in the seat and you heard him inhale sharply.

You couldn’t focus on what Kyungsoo was saying, because your hand was gripping him harder and you could now grip his cock firmly as you stroked up and down, while your hips began to rock against his hand.

Your eyes fell open to meet Baekhyun’s, whose eyes were dilated and watching you with a predatory gaze. “Yeah,” He murmured to Kyungsoo, voice not wavering for a second, “Just like that.”

Your legs spread further as you felt his hand slip past your panties, and you bit your lip to keep from moaning. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll call you back, okay? Something just, uh, came up.”

You pressed the end call button, and not a second after you did you mewled softly. “Baekhyun, fuck…”

He groaned, eyes settling back onto the road as the light turned green, and his hand retreated from your wet core to settle back on the steering wheel, and you whined in protest. “Just wait till we get home, babe. You can touch all you want then.”

𝐜 𝐡 𝐞 𝐧

You were actually already in the middle of going down on him when his phone rang. You pulled off of him reluctantly, still grasping him with one hand as he attempted to catch his breath.

“Hey, Yixing, what’s going on?” He murmured, before pursing his lips. You squeezed his member teasingly, and you saw his eyes widen before falling back down to you.

Don’t you dare, he mouthed, staring at you when you began to stroke him again slowly, but the way his cock twitched gave him away: he was enjoying this.

You grinned back at him as he was forced to focus on Yixing’s words.

“Yeah, I-I think so too, maybe we should say something to Junmyeon about it—” He slapped his hand over his mouth, biting back a moan, as you trailed your mouth down his member before sliding back up, taking the tip into your mouth.

“Hello, Jongdae?” You heard Yixing say on the other line, voice muffled. You met his eyes, your gaze flashing as it darted to the phone and then back to him, and you didn’t need to pull away from him to tell him, answer him, keep going.

“I’m here, hyung, wh-what were you saying?” His voice was trembling, and you wondered if Yixing could tell. You continued to suckle on the tip for a few moments, before preparing yourself for the next moment Jongdae opened his mouth. Arousal pooled between your legs, and you wondered what your boyfriend would do once he finished the call.

“Well, I’m not really s-sure, I think it would be best if we just— ahh, fuck!” He exclaimed loudly, as you swallowed down as much as you could, before hollowing your cheeks.

“Jongdae, what—?”

You watched from below as Jongdae hung up and tossed the phone aside, before pulling you off and into a rough kiss. You swallowed each other’s moans greedily, and he pulled away, his hand tangling in your hair.

“You realize he’s gonna call back soon and make sure I wasn’t murdered, right?” He panted out, and you laughed.

“That’s what I’m counting on.”

𝐜 𝐡 𝐚 𝐧 𝐲 𝐞 𝐨 𝐥

It was after a broadcast that you met up with Chanyeol, and he immediately dragged you into the bedroom… to finally watch the show you’d been talking about watching. Cuddling on top of your boyfriend, a bag of unfinished potato chips next to you on the bed.

It was in the middle of the second episode of The Good Place that Chanyeol’s phone went off, and you paused the show as he reached over to the nightstand to answer.

“Hi, hyung. Huh? Not much, Y/N and I are just watching that show I was talking to you about yesterday. What, right now?”

He glanced at you for a second, frowning, and you shook your head, smiling softly up at him. I don’t mind, your expression conveyed, go ahead.

He smiled back, before launching back into his conversation with Junmyeon. Which proceeded to last a half hour.

Lying on top of Chanyeol’s chest, listening to his voice as you felt the vibrations as his voice rumbled through his chest was relaxing, but at the same time, you never had much alone time with Chanyeol anymore, and the one time you finally managed to get him to yourself, duty calls and now he’s talking to Junmyeon about goddamn chord progressions.

So yes, you were a little impatient, but not for long. Suddenly, an idea popped into your head, and you smirked to yourself before launching it into action.

You adjusted your position, now lying on top of him as he furrowed his eyebrows, trying to focus on what Junmyeon was saying as he watched you basically straddle him. A few seconds later, you pressed your lips to his collarbone, and you felt him tense beneath you.

“Maybe we could adjust that in the studio tomorrow? I-I think it could use some tidying up on the backing vocals too,” He suggested into the phone, and you grinned to yourself at how well he was keeping his voice steady. So you decided to kick it up a notch, trailing your lips up to below his ear.

“Hi, daddy,” You murmured, so only he could hear, “Are you gonna pay attention to me?”

Chanyeol shut his eyes, feeling your hand trail down to his crotch. “H-hey, hyung? I’m gonna have to call you back tomorrow.”

The second he hung up he was rolling on top of you, trapping you beneath his large frame. “You can’t last a second without me paying attention to you, can you? Fuck, baby.”

𝐝 . 𝐨

Kyungsoo had been talking to Baekhyun about the show they had coming up in a few days while you were finishing up an assignment for your classes. You didn’t mind at all, this was commonplace.

Once you finished, however, you sat back in the couch, settling your feet in his lap as you relaxed, looking at him. He looked back at you, smiling softly, before gesturing for you to come and sit closer to him.

You sat up, shuffling closer to him to cuddle into his form, and you sighed happily. You really appreciated these moments between you and your boyfriend, your hand going up to rest on his chest.

You looked up at him to find he was staring at you, gaze warm and happy, and you leaned up to press a kiss against his jaw. He sighed deeply in satisfaction, and so you didn’t see any point in stopping. Your hand rose to cup his face, and you felt Kyungsoo go lax beneath you.

“What? Uhh, yeah, I think that would look nice too. We’d, uh, have to talk about that with the stylist noonas, you know…”

Kyungsoo wasn’t one to stumble over his words, that you knew. So you pulled away to look at him, finding his pupils blown out, skin flushed. You grinned, slowly straddling his thigh as you went back to kissing across his jaw, hands cupping his face.

You bit back a moan when Kyungsoo tensed his thigh against your center, and you gasped softly, laughing softly to yourself as your mouth trailed down to his neck, before beginning to rock your hips against his leg.

“Don’t stop,” You whispered into his free ear, where he wasn’t holding the phone up to, and he grabbed the back of your neck as he pulled the phone away from his ear, so that the sound of his lips smacking against yours wouldn’t be heard.

He pressed his thigh against your core even harder, and your hips bucked, before speeding up even more. You felt your core tightening as you were now rutting against him desperately, shamelessly. He pulled away from your lips, before pressing his phone back to his ear.

“Yeah,” He murmured, voice gravelly, before gently pushing you off, “You’re totally right, hyung.”

He stood, sending you a smug grin as he walked away from you, while you simply sat and stared at what him, core burning, lips swollen, in disbelief of what had just happened.

Kyungsoo had just beaten you at your own game. Unfortunately, you were a bit of a sore loser.

𝐤 𝐚 𝐢

You sat up from the bed as he pulled away from you to pick up his phone which was on a table on the other side of the room, leaving you desperate for his touch. You fumed as he pulled up his pants, back to you, ignoring your stern, frustrated gaze as he mumbled out a soft, “Hello?”

Even from where you were lying on the bed, legs spread out for your boyfriend, still half-dressed, you could hear Baekhyun’s enthusiastic greeting, and how he immediately launched into their plans for getting dinner with the rest of the members of the group. You loved Baekhyun, but did he really have to interrupt now of all times?

You threw your head back onto your pillows, sighing as Jongin responded to Baekhyun with that I’m-not-interested-but-for-your-sake-I’m-pretending-to-be tone that you could recognize in his voice after so long.

You stared up at the ceiling before thinking of something to distract him from whatever Baekhyun was rambling on about now, biting your lips in anticipation as you ran your hands down your body, pulling up your skirt.

“Pssst,” You hissed to Jongin, “Hey, Jongin.”

He turned, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to focus on what Baekhyun was saying and also get you what you wanted, just in time to see you pulling your panties to the side. His eyes widened, and you saw him swallow thickly.

“Yeah, hyung,” He answered hoarsely as your middle finger traced itself up and down your slit, and you sighed in satisfaction. “Y-yeah, hyung, I could pick you up tomorrow.”

Your head tipped back as you slipped your pointer finger inside of yourself, spreading your legs even more for Jongin to get a better view. You let out a whimper, loud enough for him to hear but not enough for Baekhyun to pick up on the other side of the phone.

You bit your lip, fingers from your other hand finding your clit, rubbing slowly and gently before picking up the pace. You felt yourself clench against your fingers, knowing that Jongin is watching you as he’s on the phone.

“Jongin,” You murmured, desperate for his hands on your skin, “Please.”

Jongin hung up the phone without even saying goodbye, and the next thing you know, his hands are pulling yours away from your core and replacing them with his own as he aggressively presses his lips to yours.

When Baekhyun rings again a few seconds later, he doesn’t bother in getting up.

𝐬 𝐞 𝐡 𝐮 𝐧

You were just about to get to the best part when the phone rang. You were straddling Sehun’s hips, bare on top of him as he lay beneath you, naked as well. His member sat below you, against his stomach, steadily leaking precum as he waited for you. Your center was a few inches away as you hovered over him, just about to grab his member to finally feel him.

Sehun’s expression morphed quickly. He had been smirking up at you with a teasing and challenging gaze as he gripped your hips possessively, but once the phone rang, it twisted into a confused and, dare you say, irritated pout.

“Hello?” He asked, voice disinterested as you stared down at him in slight disbelief. You were two seconds away from sitting on his dick and decides to pick up the phone? Lovely. Just peachy.

“Hi, Chanyeol hyung. Uhh, what’s up?”

You leaned back, resting your hands on his firm thighs. He jumped slightly, before glaring pointedly up at you as he continued to press the phone to his ear. “I’m kind of busy, hyung. I don’t think I’ll be able to talk for very long.”

An idea popped into your head the minute you registered his reaction to your hands on his thighs. You gulped slightly, wondering how bad you’d get it once he hung up the phone, decided, fuck it, and then straddled his member, and grinded it between your wet lips.

Sehun’s eyes squeezed shut, and his jaw clenched, and you licked your lips at the intimidating glow in his eyes once they opened again a few seconds later. He wasn’t happy, and you pressed yourself down more insistently on him, hands tightening on his thighs.

Sehun’s nostrils flared at the action, and he bit back a groan. “Hyung,” He said firmly, matter-of-factly, “Y'know, I’d love to help, but you called just as I was about to dance the horizontal tango with Y/N. I’ll call you back later.”

You heard Chanyeol’s voice on the other line, as he began to reply, “I didn’t need to know that, but o—”

Sehun hung up the phone, Chanyeol was cut off by the phone beeping, and your boyfriend sat up to tackle you, grinding harshly against you.

“Fuck, you’re such a tease. Baby girl’s so desperate to sit on my dick, she couldn’t wait another second, huh?”

You whimpered, bucking your hips as the tip of his dick tapped against your clit, and he groaned. “That’s it, baby. So good.”

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harryandmolly · 5 years ago

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fear and loathing in mandeville canyon *5*

summary: Shawn & Lilly, derailed, detoured, but maybe not destroyed

warnings: language, NSFW (unprotected sex), The Reckoning pt. 1 (this warning brought to you by Georgie Kingston)

wc: 4.7k

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“Wow.”

“Yeah, wow. I mean… wow.”

“I know, right?”

Shawn and Lilly are sitting up in Lilly’s bed, her sheets pooled around their naked hips. Her phone sits between them, glowing the only light in the room. Her home screen is a picture of Lauren dressed as the Statue of Liberty from Halloween in college.

At first when Lilly checked the time, she was sure it said 5:04 PM. But given the time of year, it was too dark for that to be true. Shawn stirred and they inspected it together, equally bewildered.

5:04 AM. They slept for a clean 14 hours. By the way they each stretch and groan, neither of them moved a muscle the whole time. Lilly feels like she’s at the brink of atrophy, with a comfortable soreness between her legs.

She looks over at Shawn. He’s bleary-eyed, extra flushed from all the body heat they produce in the same bed together, with pillow marks on his cheeks and chest. Lilly has a mark across her side from the weight of his arm. It’s like they’ve been asleep for years.

Lilly lets her phone screen go dark. Dawn isn’t coming for a while. They’re alone. Their breathing syncs. Shawn yawns. Lilly follows. The quiet aches.

She reaches over to her nightstand and flicks on the lamp. The orange glow is made warmer than usual with his big brown eyes watching her. It’s different, though, than it has been. He’s not watching her like one of them is impersonating a dog in an ASPCA commercial. It’s curious and gentle, but there’s a confidence there, too. It seems she’s missed it.

“Hello there,” she sighs, coming down onto one folded arm on her side. He follows, mirroring her.

“Hi.”

She’s quiet for a few moments, looking him over. He squirms a little under her gaze.

“Thanks for shaving the gross facial hair.”

The corner of his mouth lifts. “No problem. My mum made it pretty clear that she was going to ask me to shave it every time I FaceTimed her, so it was just delaying the inevitable.”

Lilly’s brows lift. “Did you like the gross facial hair?”

Shawn chuckles. “No. I guess I was just curious. I don’t really get to try shit like that most of the time. So.”

She nods, continuing her inspection, as though she hasn’t looked at him in the weeks they’ve been in Mandeville Canyon together. She doesn’t comment on his weight or the pallor of his skin. She has no business, given the way she’s been treating her own body. She internalizes it and moves on.

Timidly, she lifts her hand through his hair. His eyes flutter shut, he nuzzles into it automatically. She feels that ache between her thighs again, more prominently this time.

“But about the hair… maybe I should cut it. If you want me to.”

Shawn’s eyes brighten. “I didn’t know you could cut hair.”

“Oh, I can’t. I mean, I haven’t yet. But I’ll watch a video, we’ll be fine.”

He hesitates only for a moment, surprising her. “Ok. Yeah. It’s probably time.”

Lilly feels an odd sensation getting out of that bed and it can’t be blamed on low blood sugar or dehydration. The writer in her feels a scene ending when Shawn pulls himself up and walks into her shower, leaving the door open when he turns on the water and inspects his hair in the mirror, along with a couple of zits. The finality is an illusion, because life isn’t so neatly told like a screenplay. Even though she feels the scene is over, she has to stand up and find a clean pair of panties and think of some search terms to find a useful hair cutting tutorial on YouTube. There’s another scene and she doesn’t know what it is yet. She doesn’t even know what she wants it to be. But there’s putting the laptop down and walking away. There’s no stopping it.

Lilly wanders into the kitchen in panties and a tank top, too preoccupied to notice the utility scissors when she opens drawers looking for them. His footsteps are house-shakingly loud as they carry him from her side of the house to neutral ground. He arrives with a towel around his waist. His hair looks even more like sad limp noodles when it’s wet. He stops in the doorway, watching her. He waits until she pulls a chair into the empty space between the breakfast table and the island, under a bright cluster of lights. He takes the invitation to sit.

He even smells warm, somehow. Lilly’s urge to lick up the rivulets of tepid water coasting over the mountains and valleys of his back is disorienting.

They watch the tutorial together on her phone. It seems a small concession to make, given what he’s putting her in charge of. He doesn’t have any specific direction to give her beyond longer on top, shorter on the sides. So she goes hunting for some inspiration.

You would think she would know better than to dive into the “Shawn Mendes” tag on Tumblr. The seizing half-hiccup, half-pseudo stroke sensation she gets from accidentally coming upon a hoard of pictures of them together is back. Lilly blames a recent lack of exposure for the completely noticeable, pity-inducing reaction. Her callous has softened. After an awkward few seconds, she pivots to Google.

“I think we’re going for… like… February 2019 hair. That was really good hair,” Lilly insists, plowing ahead, gesturing to photos of him on the red carpet at the 2019 Brit Awards.

“Yeah,” Shawn replies, “That was good hair. Maybe a little longer on the sides though. I liked what I had going, like, before quarantine.”

Lilly grumbles something under her breath about googling photos of that era over her dead body. Shawn relents.

“It’s fine, you should cut it-- just cut it however. It’s fine.”

Lilly begins by balling up a little tuft from the top of his head into a teeny bun. She stands between his legs to arrange it, making sure it’s even on both sides. His eyes remain on his feet the whole time.

She starts at the back of his neck, smoothing his curls out to decide how much to trim. Her fingers are more helpful than the comb, she soon realizes, in keeping them flat enough to judge. She begins by cutting it shorter at the base of his neck so the short curls can do the sproing thing she likes. As she moves up the back of his scalp, she leaves it longer until she hits his funny little man bun. When the silence breaks, she’s so jarred she has to ask him to repeat himself.

“I…” he clears his throat, “I think it’s time that you ask me some of those questions.”

Lilly hates that she knows him so well she doesn’t have to ask which ones. She fluffs out the back of his head with her fingers and decides it’s not completely tragic, so she moves onto his left side.

There are considerations, of course. Is her stuff in a state that she could easily pack and bail in a short time frame if he reveals himself to be dumber than originally feared? Is digging up old dirt to toss it over a wound that won’t heal really necessary?

Is it a good idea to have this conversation while she’s wielding something that could easily be used as a deadly weapon?

Lilly takes a long moment to blink and sticks her tongue out of the corner of her mouth, eyeing the way his hair wraps over the tip of his ear. She brushes it with the pad of her thumb. It reddens.

There’s a preamble in her head, one that lectures him about the absolute necessity of honesty in this situation, the futility of the exercise if he’s not willing to be completely transparent. When she notes the way his knee bobs anxiously, she stops it in its frilly-worded tracks.

She pulls curls off the side of his neck, right over the freckles she likes, and snips.

“When did it start?”

Shawn doesn’t shrink or react in any noticeable way. This isn’t a surprising question.

“I started feeling it when we were in working on Senorita. We weren’t really talking much before that. We started texting a little. It was the first time I felt anything for her since you and me started.”

Lilly sections off the hair above his ear and starts to feel herself working slower. She remembers the first time she heard about the idea of the Senorita collab when he told her over the phone. He sounded tired. Lilly was enthusiastic, knowing he and Camila had been closer before Lilly was in the picture. She felt some guilt for driving some kind of wedge between them, however unintentional. The collab seemed like a nice way to reconnect with a friend.

“The music video.”

Lilly doesn’t phrase it as a question. She doesn’t need to.

“That was when things came more… into focus. She and her ex were in the process of breaking up. I didn’t know for sure then what was going to happen. But it was the first time I thought something actually might.”

Lilly focuses on the way his hair sits above his ear, debating about how short to cut it. She recalls FaceTiming with him from rehearsals. He was so excited. He was nervous about dancing. Lilly teased him. He reminded her repeatedly that he loved her. She wonders if it was more for him to hear out loud than it was for her.

“What exactly happened between you before you broke up with me?”

Shawn flinches slightly. Lilly feels the sick pleasure of it sizzling in her fingers, imagines a tick arriving with a satisfying ping in her nonexistent column.

Shawn takes a deep breath. “It was… at one of the viewing things before the final cut of the video. We got drunk.”

Lilly’s heart slams in her chest like a fish out of water. This was a mistake.

“I knew she and Matthew were done but I asked anyway. We were… we were the last ones there and just fucking around, being goofy. I kissed her.”

Snip. Snip. Snip.

Shawn doesn’t ask to look at whether she’s defacing one of his calling cards.

“Anything else?” Lilly asks coolly, wondering if a fuck might’ve actually felt like less of a soul-deep betrayal. Doesn’t matter, probably. She still lost him.

“Not until after.”

Lilly systematically strokes her fingers through his hair as she switches over, angling to determine if the sides are even. Her stomach hurts.

“Did you tell her you were going to leave me before you did?”

She watches him swallow.

“Yes.”

Lilly remembers the image she had of her sitting in the back of a dark Uber Black, hunched over her phone, waiting outside Lilly’s house for the deed to be done.

The questions are sprouting faster than Lilly can come up with a strategy for dealing with them. She takes a weed whacker to her mind unsuccessfully.

“What did she-- how did she--”

Lilly stalls out and drops her scissored hand by her side. Shawn looks over at her patiently. He doesn’t cower or turn away or guilt her out of this line of questioning with a glance.

Lilly shakes her head and waves her not-sharp hand for him to turn his head back. She gets to work evening out the sides, pinching his strawberry-scented ringlets, making a focused effort not to yank at them.

“All the pictures… the paps, whatever. Did you consider what that would do to me?”

Shawn keeps his head forward, eyes fixed on the refrigerator at the other side of the room. He wets his lips and speaks, “I… didn’t really let myself focus on it. I told myself it wasn’t really my fault, I wasn’t the one calling them and doing all that shit we did in the beginning. I told myself it wasn’t about me and Camila, it was about the single, so anything we did to promote the single was ok.”

“That was a very long-winded no.” Lilly keeps her voice even.

“There’s so much I did that I handled completely fucking wrong. We, I mean you and I, we were hitting this point, this weird, shitty point where we were both really busy and couldn’t be around each other that much. It had been over a year and the, like, giddiness wasn’t there at the time. Like, neither of us was that happy then.”

Lilly’s nostrils flare. Her lips purse and begin to part, ready to unleash hell.

“I used it as a shitty fucking excuse for something I was probably going to do anyway.”

Lilly takes a step back. She drops the scissors beside him and crosses her arms, staring expectantly. Shawn takes the scissors and fiddles with them.

“The honest, stupid fucking truth is that I had this… I dunno, this thing for her. I could never totally let go of it. That’s not to say I wasn’t happy with you, or that I was thinking about her when I was with you… that was never it. But when she started showing interest in me, when she was telling me about the shit with Matthew, I just… I think I felt like it had to happen. Like something I had to get out of my system. I romanticized it at the time; it felt like fate, maybe.”

“I’ve heard the song, Shawn,” Lilly snaps. Shawn blinks hard, but is otherwise still.

“I know. I know you, Lill, I know you’ve been through the whole catalogue, tearing it apart, deciding what was about her.”

He’s not wrong, Lilly thinks bitterly.

“I felt this weird kind of instant relief when I was sure she wanted me. It checked this old box that felt like it was going to stay unchecked forever. I felt so shitty, calling it off with you, but it felt like I was doing what I was supposed to. But it wouldn’t have felt so shitty if it were really what I was meant to do.”

“Do you realize how entitled and selfish you sound right now?”

“Yes.”

The tightness in Lilly’s face relaxes, her expression blank. She wasn’t expecting such an easy response. She wasn’t expecting a real response at all.

“I do. It’s ok if you don’t believe me, I don’t really blame you. I haven’t given you any reason to. But if we have a shot in hell, and fuck, I hope we do, I think you need to hear this. I don’t think you’ll ever stop wondering unless I really lay it all out.”

Lilly swallows a lump in her throat and releases the tuft of hair, sliding the elastic back on her wrist. As she ruffles through his damp hair, Shawn’s eyes slide closed.

“Keep talking,” Lilly whispers.

“So I did it. I ignored how fucking bad I felt after that initial relief. Like, not just bad because of our fight, just… bad. I had done the wrong thing. I made the wrong choice. I do still think it was the choice I was going to make because I’m fucking young and stupid. I just--”

His jaw tenses, the muscle in his cheek twitching. Lilly waits patiently, parting his hair.

“I might’ve always wondered. I’m a hopeless romantic idiot. But at least now she’s not the one that got away anymore. She’s the one I tried it with and realized it didn’t work.”

Lilly closes her eyes and exhales through her nose. She waits for the words to hit all the spots they did before when he tried to talk this out with her, the pain points. Spots that made her snarl and retch and wail and slash at him. Instead they feel like a rising tide around her knees.

“So… what happened?” she whispers.

“For a while we lived on the high of the single. Both our teams were so focused on it and on us. The VMAs and everything, finishing tour. By the time the Grammys came around I think we were both so fucking sick of that song. The backlash that came from all the media attention… it didn’t just go away like we hoped it would. I started laying really low on social. She was getting ready for tour and I was working on the album. Not being focused on the same thing, on promoting one song, it helped put things more into perspective I think. Pulling away started to feel… natural.

“And then the pandemic came. It felt like a time to hit reset. I went down to Miami and felt pretty stupid because everything just got so much worse every day and I was worried about not even being able to leave. But… we were on the same page, basically. It wasn’t fun, but it was… right. Neither of us wanted it. We tried it, it ended. I think… I mean, we don’t hate each other. I don’t think we’ll be like, writing friends again. But maybe eventually we’ll talk again.”

Lilly sucks at her front teeth. “You haven’t talked at all since you left?”

“No.”

“Do you want to?”

Shawn looks thoughtful. “Not… yet. I don’t think I have anything to say that we haven’t said already. Maybe… I dunno, maybe that was part of it. I always felt like I wanted to talk to you, like I always had stuff to tell you, even stupid stuff. Me and Camila ran out of stuff.”

Lilly shifts to stand in front of him, keeping her gaze on his hair, though her eyes are not in focus. She sifts her hands through it while she thinks.

“I still have more questions. I’m just…”

She trails off. Shawn nods carefully.

“It’s ok. I’m… not going anywhere.”

Lilly’s eyes shut. “I think it’s important for you to understand that when you say things like that, my head immediately comes back with “but you did.” You did go somewhere. You didn’t come back for a long time.”

Shawn pauses, then nods again. Lilly sighs.

“I’m not saying this to punish you anymore. I don’t want that. It’s not doing anything for me. But you need to understand that I can’t just turn it back on. Even when you make me want to.”

Shawn’s expression clears. He turns his head slowly as she continues ruffling his hair, snipping odds and ends. She doesn’t look down at him.

“I do understand. I’ll wait, Lill. I’ll give you whatever you need.”

“And what if I don’t know what I need?”

Shawn looks unconcerned. “Then I’ll wait for you to.”

Lilly continues sculpting his hair like a topiary. He looks older with his hair this way. She thinks it’s not a total disaster, maybe.

“I have another question,” she announces. Shawn waits expectantly.

“If the pandemic didn’t happen… when were you going to end it? When were you going to come to me?”

Shawn’s brows raise, but he looks far away again. “Truth is I almost did a few times. A bunch of times after the holidays. I had this countdown clock in my head because I knew as soon as we finished the album, I wouldn’t just be able to spontaneously come see you, not if I wanted to spend any real time with you. I just kept scaring myself out of it.”

She understands that, especially given the way their first meeting went down.

Lilly internalizes the answer, then turns back to her imaginary notes. Each question has a line through it. Nothing new materializes. She frowns.

“I don’t have any more questions.”

Shawn bobs his head, watching her closely.

“I might have more questions later,” she continues. His expression doesn’t change.

Lilly drops her hands to his shoulders. He blinks but reorients himself, slowly guiding his hands to her hips. She steps closer. His knees widen. As Lilly folds herself over him, pressing her face into his hair, he collapses into her, his forehead against her sternum. Her relief is narcotic. Her head hasn’t been this truly empty since… she can’t remember when.

He smells like her. He’s holding her. He’s breathing her air. He’s hers. Little by little, she’s starting to believe it.

Lilly steps around his legs and lowers into his lap. Their eyes are nearly level. Shawn locks his arms around her back. His nose brushes hers.

“Ok,” Lilly murmurs.

Shawn inhales and exhales deeply. “Ok.”

Lilly’s hands rest on his chest as he kisses her. He doesn’t come at her with fire and brimstone this time. He has nothing to prove. He knows exactly how good it feels. He seems to want to slow down and enjoy this as much as she does. He kisses her long and slow because they have the time. His hands remain mostly still. He seems to feel that she needs the stasis, despite their frenzied night.

Shawn’s kisses whisper to Lilly with each pass -- is this ok? How about this? I don’t want to push it. I care too much to push it. They’re the easiest sentiments to believe when they’re said like this.

Lilly drapes her arms around his shoulders, enjoying the breadth of them, plucking her lips away in shorter bursts until they’re pecking innocently, smiling with closed eyes between points of contact.

“Do you want to check out your hair?” Lilly offers, shifting back in his lap. He’s the most marvelous shade of pink.

“Oh,” he starts, pulling a hand up into the still damp chunky strands, “I can look later. I’m sure it’s great. It feels way lighter, actually.”

Lilly is smug. “You just want to sit here and keep kissing.” His smile is megawatt. She’s blinded.

“Can you blame me?”

Kissing him is… completely lovely. Lilly refamiliarizes herself with him in a way she didn’t yesterday. Her fingers find the tendons in his shoulders, the ridge of his adam’s apple, the little hoop in his earlobe. It’s a redundant kind of flirtation, given that she’s already in his lap, but it might be more for her than for him.

His lips skate down her neck as they break for air. He tucks kisses under her hair over marks she doesn’t remember him leaving. Lilly closes her eyes and exhales slowly, letting herself hate them a little for tearing each other to shreds. It wasn’t like them. Even when they were at their most frantic together, it wasn’t like that.

Lilly feels a lump in her throat. He must sense the change in her breathing. But instead of pulling away to check on her, Shawn pulls her closer, fills all the spaces her body leaves until she’s cradled against him, chest shuddering. He presses his nose into her hair and rocks her softly, back and forth, until he feels her tears dripping off his shoulder down his bare back.

“It’s ok,” he murmurs, the vibration from his voice tremoring through her body, “If it feels good to cry, you should cry.”

Shawn has a way of saying things to her that would bring her no relief to hear them from anyone else. Even though she believes him, and she’s pretty sure he’d sit here into the night and let her cry herself dry against him, she pulls back. He looks her over. She stares at his swollen mouth. He sweeps his thumbs beneath her eyes.

“I’m sick of crying,” she tells him with a short nod. He nods back. His eyes are clear and so warm. His hands sift back into her hair and hold it all, scrunching tumbling, escaping strands like he can’t bear to let any of her go. He kisses her breathless.

“Be gentle with me,” Lilly pleads on a sigh, releasing him only long enough to undress. He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t need to.

He’s always been patient, even when she could barely stand to let herself be touched by him. He waits until every sound out of her chest is nearly a whine and her fingers curl into his freshly cut hair, cajoling him. When their bodies finally connect, he’s slow and deliberate, the tips of their noses together, their fingers clenched together against her thigh. She doesn’t thrash or force or scrape for him. He doesn’t stop until she’s melted for him, draped over his shoulder, panting with need. She clings, he gives. When she’s finished, she cups the back of his neck and whispers until he’s shaking beneath her.

They slither to the kitchen floor, exhausted, reluctant. He tosses tufts of his shorn hair at her. She pretends to put it back where she cut it off. They order from a local cafe for breakfast and kiss until the food is cold.

“So when do you want me to cut your hair?”

Lilly looks up from the Instacart order in progress on her phone. His arm is around her shoulders, his fingers sifting through the dry ends of her gold hair. He said it like he’s reminding her of something she had already asked of him. Her brow furrows.

“You’re not cutting my hair.”

Shawn looks down and mirrors her expression. “What?”

“I’m not letting you cut my hair, Shawn.”

He gawps. “But you just cut mine!”

“Yeah, what the fuck were you thinking? Your hair is like half the reason people like you.”

Shawn’s eyes light up. His grin is so big she thinks his face is gonna split. This time, she’s the one mirroring him.

“You seriously don’t trust me to cut your hair? It can’t be that hard, your hair is straight. I just have to keep it even.”

“But I have layers,” Lilly explains patiently, turning to pull her legs up beside her on the couch, “And my stylist uses thinning shears, which we don’t have. And also… you’re not cutting my hair, Shawn.”

He huffs and pulls away. “Maybe not when you’re awake anyway.”

Lilly looks up from her phone. He’s wearing an impish smile. She kisses it until his lips are soft and pliable against hers, and he’s making the little content sounds she likes.

Shawn gets curious and trails his kisses off down her jaw. Lilly’s eyes are shut. She’s getting ready to crawl into his lap for the third time in 24 hours when her phone buzzes with a news alert.

LA County extended shutdown to all but essential business through July.

They stare at the phone together. Shawn’s brows lift. He rubs a hand over his mouth.

“Jesus,” he mutters.

Lilly chews her lip. July?

July.

Quietly, because they’re both in their own heads, they make their way to the kitchen to continue taking stock of the groceries they have and what they need. Lilly’s head is swimming in numbers -- will the bump in unemployment continue? Is she going to have to ask for her parents’ help with rent? Could this go through the end of the summer, or even longer?

She senses him behind her even through the haze of her own anxiety. He places a hand on her hip, his thumb rubbing the worn cotton of her t-shirt.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, more as a request than a demand. Lilly turns and tucks herself into his arms. He rocks her back and forth on their bare feet, which make a soft smushing sound against the cool tile. He’s sturdy enough to rest her weight against. Her hands clamor up only as far as his shoulder blades. It feels good.

“I know it’s really, really bad,” Shawn says into her ear, “Like, really bad, if they’re shutting down through July. But… I’m glad I’m here with you.”

Lilly rolls her eyes and lifts her head as her hands drift down his back.

“Yeah, seems like your plan is working out nicely. Taking me hostage, and all.”

He seems pleased with her teasing. He nods.

“Yep, got ya right where I want ya,” he admits, shrugging.

Lilly shakes her head and dives deeper into false dramatics. “Luring me here in my vulnerable state. You’re like Dracula. This is Stockholm syndrome. I should know, there’s a One Direction song about it. You’re holding me here against my will.”

Shawn grins again, that same face-breaking grin from before. It warms Lilly through more than the afternoon sun streaming in through the kitchen windows. He presses his forehead against hers.

“Your hands are on my asscheeks right now,” he points out.

She squeezes them. He flinches and somehow smiles even wider.

“Stockholm. Syndrome,” she insists, giggling until his lips meet hers again.

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melchron · 4 years ago

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Nightmare Time Episode 3 Thoughts

I usually save this for the end of my thoughts but I have to say this now. OMG MATT DAHAN!!! I WILL NEVER NOT BE IMPRESSED BY HIM! Usually with the episodes I catch 1 or 2 motifs but I swear I caught everyone this time. And they all fit so well. My attention was evenly split between the music and the story this time. It was so freaking good. Matt deserves all the awards like omg.

I think this is the least laggy the theme has been. Good job going all out for the last one!

I said to my mom "Did Shashona record this video?" and she did!! Great cinematography Shashona!!

I also pointed out the Tim's daddy mask. I said "Aww he's wearing a mask for his son!". I guess my mom got confused and forgot Tim's name because she thought I was talking about Dylan's (nonexistent) son.

THE DRILL PRESSES!!

LEX AND ETHAN

I kind of already knew this but I love that Ethan knows cars. I just likes that he has a hobby.

Lex cares about Tom so much I love it.

WHY DID JANE TRY TO KILL ETHAN?!?!?!? TOM DOESN'T WANT TO MAKE LOVE TO HIM!!!! DID SHE HAVE SOME PERSONAL REASONS LIKE WHY!?!??!

That Lexthan interaction was so cute. I love how he saw she was super sorry and scared and he just stopped being mad and comforted her. They are so cute I can't handle it!!

KENDALL!!! Ok so through out this whole thing I know everyone was excited for their favorite character to come back but I really just wanted to see Kendall again. I guess after BF I assumed we would never see her again because I couldn't see them working with children becoming a normal thing. But when the original cast announcement came out I got so happy to see her name. So I was super excited to see her.

Her covering her hair with a beanie looks better than the wig

UNCLE PAUL I'M SOFT I CAN'T HANDLE THIS!!!!!

Cineplex Teen is like Larry from tawog. I guess we should start calling him Obnoxious Teen then. Until we get a name.

I love that Tim immediately likes Becky. Wish I could say the same for my stepparents.

Santa Claus Is Going To High School bb. Also I want to hear the rest of that song. Also also how many wigs does Lauren own?

TONY GREEN

Why must they make love to this movie everytime? Can't we simply just watch it and make fun of like normal people? That way Tim can enjoy it too.

Good for Jane for making sure her son doesn't have to eat disgusting school lunch. She gets good mom points.

Aww Becky reassuring him he's not a Dummy

Becky is like really horny this episode. Honestly Tom's into so go ahead girl

JAIME IS JANE

OK OK OK SO Jane said they were driving home from her parents house. Which means they were still alive when Jane died. That was only a year and a half ago so the Perkins parents might have died more recently than we thought. It's like Spring of 2019 right? So Jane died around Fall 2017. I don't remember if this was said in the show (it probably was and I'm saying nothing new) but I think Black Friday takes place about a year after her death. Tgwdlm took place October 2018. They have to have died only a few months before then. How long had Emma been in Hatchetfield before tgwdlm? Maybe there is a possibility we can see a flashback of an interaction with her parents depending on how long it's been. Also that means Emma lost her whole family in the span of a few months omg. And Tim lost his mom and his grandparents in that time. I want to see how they grieved with all of that. Also I know I'm crossing universes here but Emma also almost died the same day Jane did. Some strange force must really have it out for the Perkins family. Good on Emma for surviving like a champ.

Ok so I thought they went scouting for girls because Jane didn't want the man she loved to have to devote the rest of his life to a car. I thought she was trying to help him move on. She was getting good lover points but those have since been redacted.

Jane is definitely bi and I love that for her. I don't care if she tried to kill her new crush. It was new enough for it to mean nothing.

GREENPEACE GIRL

Tom does look like a creep ngl

Jane reminds us she's a car a lot. Like girl we get it.

No. No. No. NO NO NO NO NO NO NOPE! We're not talking about it. I don't want to. I stared at James the whole and honestly same dude. I saw Nick in my peripheral vision and loved/hated that he was laughing. RIP to me watching this with my mom. RIP to Kendall. Actually rip to everyone who had to sit through that. RIP to Jaime and Dylan for having to perform that. RIP to the cursed rehearsals. Matt and Nick seriously took the time to sit down and write that. What the heck you two?!? This made me more uncomfy than the entirety of mamd and Ted's character combined. I wish I was exaggerating. Maybe this was just me but it felt longer than it needed to. The relief and worry I felt when Tim walked in is a feeling I can not explain. Glad he was clueless.

Tim sweetie I love you but SHUT UP

Jane is crazy and Jaime is doing such an amazing job at portraying that.

Yes Tom. Because grave digging is way crazier than possessed cars.

I asked my mom why the didn't just go grave digging for Jane's body but my mom said the body is probably all rotted and gross so that explains that.

Why didn't Becky just go inside? If she went far enough I doubt Jane would have been able to hit her even if she managed to break into the house. Also let's assume Becky's house had an upstairs. There, perfect safety.

Did Becky seriously die in the same woods as Stanley?

Ok so I thought the tree thing was a reference to little Irish girl Becky from the Black Friday sk10 stream. But now it seems like something more serious and bad happened so I'm curious.

DID JANE GET TOM ARRESTED?!?!? It seemed like she could drive herself at that point. Why not let him get out and get Becky yourself? Is this that self confidence thing Tom talked about?

Is she really about to have her son be obsessed with Ms. Becky for the rest of their lives or is she gonna tell him?

This next episode made me physically jump twice. I say literally a lot but I promise you I'm using it correctly when I say I literally jumped.

KENDALL'S SINGING

I saw the thing about the ukelele being a bday gift from the cast so this was super sweet

Ok personal time. My grandmother's name is Pamela and my mom decided to permanently cut ties with her a few months ago due to her abusive behavior. Me and my sibling are still allowed to talk to her whenever we please but we haven't seen her as much as we used to. I got kind of scared watching this with my mom because I was scared this would trigger something. She didn't say anything and I didn't want to bother her about if she was fine so I didn't say anything. Anyway this just kind of hit different for me.

JAIME'S RANGE OMG

"I want to be alone with my man." Ms what are you about to do to your Tv?

DON'T GIVE HER BEER

Duke seems chill. I like him.

LEX AND ETHAN GOT ARRESTED!?!?!? FOR SELLING HER PILLS!?!??! THAT SHE TOLD THEM TO SELL!?!?!? I HATE HER!!!

Does Ms. Foster have a type or is being male good enough?

Hannah's 14? I thought she was the same age as Tim. I could have sworn in the BF commentary track they said she was 9 or 10. Did my brain make that up?

How does Kim change her hair so quickly? She did this in episode 2 too? I could never. I am very impressed.

Curt and Kim talking over the phone while standing shoulder to shoulder was funnier than it should have been

Ms. Holloway is cool. YAY MOSTLY GOOD WITCHES

How does Ms. Holloway know? I need a backstory please!!

Ok so I saw Jon in his cape and thought he might be the with. But then I saw James in his cape I y'know stopped thinking that. Anyway I'm obsessed with Jon and James in capes. Kind of wish Corey had one too.

OH I JUST THOUGHT THIS AS I'M TYPING NOW ok so that tree she was talking to at the beginning was one of the tree people. I'm embarrassed it took me this long to realise it.

Hannah is way too calm about these talking trees and sometimes spider ladies. I respect that.

There was a lot of black and white theming in this episode. More than normal. It makes me more curious about what exactly Hannah's connection to it is.

Hannah almost died in her own mind. I was kinda hating Ms. Holloway in this moment because she forced Hannah to go into her mind. But I know she had to so I'm cool with her again.

THE STARLIGHT THEATER

Did she really say just don't be scared next time? Like miss some actual advice would help.

CAN MS. HOLLOWAY'S MIND LEAVE HANNAH ALONE?? Like I know you didn't get the reaction you wanted out of her but you're seriously gonna give up and go for a little girl instead. Pathetic.

"What's shakin', Banana?" That was the first time I jumped.

WIGGLY

What exactly is that 6-legged girl? I wish we had a visual. Also how couldn't Ms. Holloway help her? What was her issue? Npmd you got anything for me?

Wiley. Just seeing him come up. That was the second time I jumped.

Also everyone already said this but props to Joey for his commitment. Shaving in between episodes like omg sir you didn't have to go all out for this. But you did and I appreciate you for it. Also HE KEPT THE JACKET?? WHAT!??! Just fully committed to this character go off Joey!!

Usually I would laugh at stuff phasing through the green screen but this just made it creepier.

HOLLOWAY AND WILEY/WILBUR BACKSTORY PLEASE

But also I love how the script had him listed at Wilbur above his lines. I remember Nick called him Wilbur once in the commentary track (possibly by accident) but it's nice to have it in cannon. I don't remember I any of the characters called him Wilbur because I'm so used to seeing Wilbur and Wiley used interchangeably but this was just nice to have canonized.

DUKE PAY ATTENTION!! FREAKING USELESS RIGHT NOW!!!

Dang Wiley she was already being choked in the physical world you didn't have to choke her in her mind too calm down

YAY MORE DOLLS

NICK I WAS KIDDING ABOUT AN APOTHEOSIS DOLL

Is the mouth one (I see we've named him Nibbly. Good because his full name is too long to type out) gonna be the npmd villain? The pick color theme seems cool.

ANGELA'S TRANSITION THOUGH!!! Omg she switched roles seamlessly. And her voice too!! Go off Angela.

MARIAH IS WEBBY

This is random and unrelated but I never noticed how big Mariah's eyes were before.

So Webby and the Doll Gang are all siblings? I find it interesting that the were described to all where black. And Webby's color theme is white. Like how the good and bad ukeleles were white and black. This might sound really dumb see as we don't have a 100% accurate visual of the black and white but I wonder if Webby ever left would it be 100% black? Like if Wiggly went through the portal would it become a little less black? Does this make sense? Also I'm starting to see the black and white as less of a bad place. Its starting to see more ominously neutral.

Hannah's favorite show is He-Man no I do accept criticism.

Ms. Holloway is a nerd. She saw Hannah make the reference and was like "Huh. I f she likes He-Man maybe making this hat a reference will make her like me." She would only know if she watched the show. But then again she seems to be stuck in the 80s so maybe she just thinks that's what's popular with the kids.

MS. HOLLOWAY PLEASE GET LEX AND ETHAN BACK

AND ANOTHER GREAT SONG TO END IT OFF

This episode was......a lot. So much happened. Loved all of it. I am scared of Nick and Matt's minds but also incredibly grateful for them. As usual everyone's acting was top notch.

I love this episode.

Also I'm just gonna say it. Jon ruined Nick's season one reveal.

#starkid #nightmare time #nightmare time spoilers #jane's a car #the witch in the web #Hatchetfield #mel thinks thoughts #melchron the good book

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kookscrescent · 5 years ago

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Enraptured Love (m) │ ksj

➤ pairing│Seokjin x female reader ➤ summary│You are still in the beginning stages of your relationship. Still learning about each other, and both enjoying taking things slow, but at this stage you are both more than ready to take things a set further. ➤ rating│NC-17, mature, 18+ ➤ genre│smut, fluff, boyfriend au ➤ warnings│protected sex, fingering, some heart warming fluff, Jin being absolute boyfriend material ➤ word count│3.9k│semi edited ➤ release date│November 27th 2019 ➤ disclaimer│This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡

⇥ Masterlist

You can sense him before you’re even fully awake.

The warmth of his body pressing up against your back, surrounding you and seeping into you.

You feel his fingers flex against your hip, a tell that he’s starting to wake up as well, but your eyes remain closed. The curiosity of what he’ll do once he fully wakes is strong.

You are still in the beginning stages of your relationship. Still learning about each other, what you like, what you hate, each other’s hobbies and families. It’s all still so new, but you both agreed that you would take it slow, not rush the process and just let things work their own course.

Jin begins stirring behind you, his legs moving closer and entangling with yours under the covers. You can tell by the way his breath his coming out softer and more even that he’s woke up. And you’re confirmed in your thoughts when a set of pillowy lips touch your shoulder blade, lingering there for a few moments before traveling further up.

He props himself up with his elbow, his other hand gently brushing around your hip to the flat of your stomach. He keeps it there while craning his neck to get a better look at your face. It’s getting harder to pretend that you are still asleep when you know he’s awake and looking at you, and his hands and lips brushing over your skin isn’t helping either.

You can’t see it, but he smiles behind you. A full blown toothy smile at how incredibly adorable you look with the light stream of sunlight coming through the semi closed curtain, the way your hair wildly cascades around you like a halo, and the way your eyes flutter once in a while because you’re trying to keep the closed.

Jin already knows that you’re awake. You have done this the past couple of times you’ve spent the night together, but he never tells you that your caught. He lets you believe that he doesn’t know, and instead he enjoys “waking you up” with soft kisses and gentle words.

Softly, he rolls you around to your back and he puts half of his weight on top of you. He brushes the hair out of your face, his thumb caressing the side of your temple and down your cheek.

God, he could stay like this and look at you all day if he was given the chance. You look so serene and so peaceful, not a care in the world. It’s only been a short amount of time since he first mustered up the courage to ask you out, but he already feels like he’s known you his entire life. He’s never felt this head over heels for someone before and it makes him think that he’s slightly crazy for feeling all these emotions this fast. But the fact that you haven’t run away scared, makes him think that you feel the same way.

And you do. Jin is the first guy you feel like you can truly be yourself around. With him you feel free, you feel safe and you feel at home, and that’s an amazing feeling to feel towards another person.

Leaning down, Jin kisses your cheek, the contact making your eyes flutter. Next he moves to the side of your jaw where he plants two small pecks before moving to the other side of your face. His lips linger on your cheek for a few sweet seconds before he finally ghosts them over your lips, barely even touching.

You let go of a sigh. The feeling to heavenly to hold it in.

Jin grins lightly at your reaction, and at your stubbornness to remain “sleeping”. “Good morning, angel,” he hums, pressing his lips to yours in a much firmer kiss. “This is your early morning wake up call.” He jokes with another soft kiss, followed by his nose nuzzling the side of your cheek.

Your eyes flutter open, Jin’s handsome face the first thing you see. Automatically, you smile, the dimples in your cheeks appearing.

“Morning,” you whisper softly.

You started staying over at his place a little over a week ago, and even though you sleep in the same bed, side by side, nothing intimate beyond kissing has happened between you.

You would be lying, if you said that you hadn’t thought about it. Of course, you had thought about it! What it would be like with him, how he would be and what he would do to you. He’s already told you that he isn’t a virgin, and honestly, you weren’t really surprised to hear that, and it made it a lot easier to tell him that you weren’t either.

Reaching up, you run the tips of your fingers across his forehead, the loose strands of hair softly skimming over your fingers. You continue down his temple, over his sculpted cheekbone and his cheek. You stop just before you reach his lips, staring at them like you’ve done so many times before.

Lightly, with one finger, you trace his bottom lip and he separates them a little. Jin doesn’t say anything and lets you study his lips. This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done this. You love his plump lips; you envy them in fact.

Sighing deeply, you bring his lips to yours. You don’t care that neither of you haven’t brushed your teeth yet and Jin doesn’t seem to mind either.

Your lips melt together, becoming one with each other and you let him take the lead, following his movements like you would a dance. His finger comb through the side of your hair, the warmth of his hands heating up your cheeks.

“You’re so beautiful,” he pulls away, only for a few seconds to let you know what he’s thinking, before he’s kissing you again.

This time your cheeks heat up on their own. You still get shy around Jin all the time. Whenever he compliments you, telling you that you look beautiful or telling you that you smell nice, your cheeks are sure to turn pink in an instant.

You can’t help it! You’ve never been used to guys telling you that you look beautiful on a daily basis or giving you this much attention.

Your previous relationship was also your first relationship, and that only lasted for a few months. Your ex was never really one to compliment you or praise you. It was always you telling him that he looked handsome and so on.

So this is all still so new you to you. The feelings swarming up inside you when Jin compliments you are new and foreign, but you love them! It makes you feel incredible knowing that he thinks you look beautiful or knowing that he likes a particular outfit of yours. Because truthfully, you do sometimes put in more effort to look for him. Spending a few extra minutes putting together an outfit because you know he likes the color baby pink on you. Or not caring about putting on too much makeup or any makeup at all because he constantly tells you that you don’t need it.

“What are you thinking about?” he gently questions, his eyes skimming over your face.

You shake your head, “It’s nothing.”

“Come on,” he winks sending a hurt of butterflies to your stomach. “tell me.”

“It’s nothing really,” you have to advert your eyes from his, your cheeks already turning a light shade of pink. “You’re going to think I’m stupid.”

Jin answers you by gently moving your head up, your eyes meeting before he lowers his lips to yours. “A thought like that would never dare enter my mind.” He then tells you, his eyes showing his sincerity. “Tell me.”

“I was just thinking that I don’t deserve you. You are way too good to me.”

“Nonsense,” he tells you before your words haven even had a chance to register with him. “You deserve so much more than what I’m able to give you.”

You blush at his words, the butterflies in your stomach waking up. You don’t know how to feel about his words. You know that he is in a position where he is more than capable to retire if he wished to, so to have him speak those words to you, that you deserve more than what he is able to give you, it warms your heart and makes your head swim with emotions you didn’t even know you had.

You are at a loss for words, so instead of trying to think of something to say, you reach up and connect your lips. Gently you move against him, letting your lips linger for a few sweet seconds, tasting his lips and letting yourself sink into the moment. The moment of having Jin near you, close to you.

Parting from him, you let your fingers dance down the side of his face, feeling his soft skin and the light stubble he hasn’t shaved off yet.

Looking into his eyes, you get lost in the world that is him and you. Your own little bubble, where no one can disturb you. No fans or paparazzi to hide from, no managers whisking him away quick chat or rehearsal, no boss telling you to get back to work instead of talking to him on the phone.

Just peace and quiet in the early hours of the morning.

“I love you.” The words are barely a breath of a whisper, but you both hear them leaving your lips.

This is the first time either of you have uttered those three little words, and you don’t know what urged you to say them now, but you don’t regret saying it. What is the point of regretting something you truly mean from the bottom of your heart?

Jin’s eyes light up, his lips stretching to a smile as he cups the side of your face and leans closer. “I love you.” He whispers before capturing your lips with his.

This kiss is different though. It’s all the same feelings as the previous kisses you have shared but amplified. It’s like electricity shooting through your entire body, making your toes curl and your head spin.

Jin brushes his tongue across your bottom lip, asking for entrance which you gladly give him. Your tongues and lips dance together, your hands settling at the nape of his neck where you lightly run your fingers through his hair.

You stay like this for what feels like hours. Just kissing and melting into each other, until Jin moves further on top of you. Automatically, your legs open to make room for his body, one of his arms reaching under you to pull you closer to him while the other supports his weight.

You pull apart, both needing the air. Jin slowly runs the tips of his fingers down the side of your neck and across your exposed collarbones, his eyes following his own movement.

You watch him carefully, anticipating his next move. He proceeds down over your t shirt clad torso and down to the hem of it, just below your hips. His eyes find yours, looking at you for permission. Nodding, you give him the go ahead, and he lifts the hem just enough to sneak his hand underneath the fabric.

When his fingers make contact with your bare skin, goosebumps immediately cover your skin, a soft sigh leaving you.

Jin bunches the material further up your body, both of his hands now working to get it off you. Sitting up you help him take it off, throwing it to the end of the bed and only leaving you in your bra and shorts.

Guiding you back down on the bed, Jin peppers kisses from your shoulder to your collarbone, his tongue teasingly sneaking out to taste your skin. It tickles, but you don’t dare stop him.

“Beautiful,” he breaths as his lips find yours, pecking them only once before returning to his previous spot on your collarbone.

“Hmm,” you sigh yet again, as the feeling of Jin’s lips and tongue working together against you fills you up.

Realizing that he is still wearing his shirt from last night, you tug at the bottom of it making him sit back to take it for. You admire the view for just a few seconds. His smooth skin and his well-defined muscles making it nearly impossible for you to focus on anything else.

Craning you head back; you find his eyes already on you. He’s looking at you so adoringly, his eyes shining and his smile numbing.

The way you crave him as almost insane. Deciding to take some initiative to make things move along faster, you begin pulling your shorts down your legs. Kicking them off as best as you can while the covers are still covering half of yours and Jin’s bodies.

He watches as they come off. Seeing you in just your underwear for the first time. “Are you sure?” He asks you, wanting to know before it becomes impossible to stop himself.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more sure of anything in my life.” You tell him honestly. “I want this. I want you.” Without further explanation you pull him to you. His body lying on top of yours, his bare chest burning against your own, but the warmth soothing your nerves.

You nervous now. You don’t have any reason to, you know, but you can’t help it. He makes you feel this way.

You press your lips to his, inhaling sharply when you feel his hand gliding down the side of your bare ribs and down to the top of your panties. His fingers linger there, teasingly running under the band only to retreat them and run them back up your ribs.

His lips fall to the strap of your bra. Teasingly he takes it between his teeth, his tongue running over your soft skin and goosebumps rising where it touched. Letting it go, he moves the strap down your shoulder and arm with his hand, repeating the same with the other strap.

He looks you in the eyes, a silent question and you nod before leaning into him so he can snap it open behind you.

The bra comes loose, and you take It off the rest of the way yourself, letting it fall to the mattress next to you.

Jin’s eyes trail down your torso and over your now exposed breasts.

“Perfect.” It’s a barely audible, like it was a slip of tongue, nonetheless you heard it, and the blush creeping up your cheeks is a confirmation of that.

Feather lightly Jin ghosts his lips across yours, his fingers doing the same manner up your ribcage and over the swell of your breast.

You feel Jin chuckle against your lips as you fumble with kicking the duvet off, and just as he started kissing you, he breaks it to help you.

He sits back on his hunches, admiring you from afar as you lay almost breathless, your cheeks flushed and your lips swollen.

Leaning on you elbow, you reach out a hand to pull on the strings on his joggers. “Are you going to keep these on?” You purr.

“Absolutely not,” he tells you before standing to pull them off. When they reach the ground, he kicks them to the side before hurriedly joins you back on the bed.

The kissing presumes. Even more intense and full of passion than before. Both of you know where this is going, both heading in the same direction with the same final destination.

Jin lets his hand travel down your body again, but this time he doesn’t stop when he reaches you panties. His long fingers dip under the material and down to your folds.

He groans against you lips when he feels your wetness against his fingers. Running his fingers over your folds, he gathers your arousal, spreading it over your folds before parting them and slowly circling your clit.

A groan is caught in your throat when he presses his thumb over your clit, the pressure sending waves of shock up your body.

“Jin,” you mumble against his lips, as he slowly starts circling small circles on it.

He moves his lips from yours and down your jaw, peppering kisses and gently sucking on your skin, while his fingers move to your entrance.

You tense slightly. It’s been so long since anyone has touched you like this and the anticipation of being with Jin is making you nervous and excited all at the same time. You will your body to relax, your hands smoothing down his back as you rail in the combined feeling of his lips on your neck and his fingers working at your entrance.

Jin hums lightly against your skin, the feeling almost distracting you from one of his fingers pushing into you. Arching your back off the bed, you moan, and Jin takes it as encouragement, adding another finger and working them lazily in and out of you.

Your fingers zone in on the back of his neck, bringing his lips back to yours in a hurried kiss. It’s like you can’t get enough of him.

“Good?” He asks, tugging on your bottom lip.

You nod, “Yes.” Your head falls further into the pillow behind you, your lips separating, when Jin’s fingers reach as certain deep spot inside you.

Seeing you like this, with your eyes closed and your mouth open, small gasps of pleasure coming out from just the work of his fingers, Jin repeats the motion. Repeatedly hitting your sensitive spot, but never speeding up his pace.

For some time the pace of his fingers stay like this. The slow burn of his fingers deep inside of you, making you go crazy.

You need more.

You need him.

You need all of him.

Tugging on the back of his hair, you wriggle beneath him. Your bare thigh rubbing against his crotch. He falters slightly at the feeling, his head dropping to your shoulder when you purposely keep doing it.

You can feel him hardening against your thigh, and it excites you. It makes you want to move things along. You want him inside you.

“Jin,” you whine, getting his attention. “Please. Do something.” At this point you don’t care if it sounds like you’re begging. “I need you.”

He doesn’t need any further instructions. Jin is just as desperate as you are. His boxers are becoming uncomfortably tight and his hardening member is begging to be freed.

Standing from the bed, he rids himself of his boxers. His erection springing free and making you squirm on the bed.

You are so focused on the lower half of his body, that you don’t even see him reaching for a condom in his bedside table, only noticing when he begins rolling it onto himself.

He joins you back on the bed, resuming his position between your legs. With both of his arms resting besides beside your head, the weight of his body pressing you down, you sigh at the feeling. This is the first time you are skin to skin without any fabric to get in the way.

“I love you,” he tells you, smoothing your hair back.

“I love you too.”

Reaching between your bodies, you grasp his erection. You pump him a few times, causing his smile to drop open, a low groan vibrating from the back of his throat.

You guide him to you entrance, slowly teasing the both of you by dipping him inside of you only to pull him back out.

“No more,” Jin grunts, his lips falling to your shoulder.

Finally, you guide him inside of you, your hand retreating to his back and his hips taking over and pushing all the way in. You gasp when he hits home, nestled deep inside of you, his balls laying heavy against the curve of your ass.

“Hmm, you feel so good!” He praises and starts thrusting.

He starts out slow, his hips pushing and retreating in a burningly slow manner, that is almost too much. Jin swallows you whines and breathy gasps when his lips come crashing onto yours.

You can already feel yourself building up, your stomach tightening, but it’s too soon, you want more.

“More, please! Faster.” You cry against his lips.

Complying, he pulls back, his hips pausing for a second before he slams back inside you. The force sends you further up the bed, your back arching off the bed and your nails digging into his shoulder blades.

He continues this relentless pace of slamming into you – drawing cries of pleasure from you. His own hands fist the sheets under you, pleasure filled groans vibrating against the side of your neck as he buries his head there.

You push him further against you, your fingers digging into his flesh by his ass, urging him to keep going. Each time he slams back in, he grazes your clit perfectly, the added sensation taking you even closer to the finish line.

“Oh god!” you cry out desperately.

“Are you close?”

You nod rapidly, holding him so tightly, afraid that he’ll stop before you get to cum.

But Jin doesn’t stop. If anything, he thrusts harder and faster than he did before, making sure that he keeps the added stimulation on your clit.

You can see the sweat that is starting to gather on his temples, and feel his back becoming clammy. You ground your hips into his at every pass, taking some of the strain off of him.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” you chant. Both of your hands fall to the mattress, desperately trying to grasp the sheets for support. In an instant, Jin captures both of your hands with his, your fingers interlocking, and he brings them above your head. You lock eyes, his intense and deep stare causing tingles to shoot down your spine.

And then it happens. Your vision blurring and explosions of intense pleasure spreading through your body as you orgasm hits you. Jin keeps thrusting, never once faltering in his rhythm as he takes out every last bit of your orgasm while chasing his own.

It doesn’t take him long. His breathing starts to quicken, and his pace becomes sloppy. You feel him pulsate inside of you and long drawn out “fuck” rushing past his lips as he releases into the condom. You can feel the heat from it, your walls tightening at the added sensation after your own orgasm.

Still buried deep in you, Jin stops moving. His arms going lacks and his head falling to the crook of your neck where his lips gently graze your clammy skin. You hum, your hand running up and down his back as you both bath in your post orgasm ecstasy.

Lazily, you stroke his hair, the strands combing through your fingers. He brings his face to yours, a lopsided smile on his lips and his eyes shining tiredly.

“Hey,” he grins.

“Hey,” you can’t help but giggle at the expression on his face. He looks so tired and content but yet he also looks ready to go for round two.

“Sleepy?” you ask him.

He shakes his head. “Not if there’s a chance for us to do that again.”

You laugh, your body shaking under him and you wince when you feel him moving inside you. You are still too sensitive.

“I take that as a sign of you not being completely ready for round two yet.” He pulls out of you. Quickly discarding the used condom in the trashcan, he cuddles up next to you, kissing your shoulder in the process.

“Sorry,” you mumble a little guilty.

“Don’t be. We have all the time in the world to do that again.”

It’s a promise you can’t wait to fulfill.

Ohh my god! It feels like so long ago since i last posted! But here it is! I hope you enjoyed reading it! If you did, remember to like and reblog - it means the world!

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impala-dreamer · 5 years ago

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Smooth

SPN FanFic

~Hiatus is over and the beard must go, however, not without some complaints from you...~

Jensen x Reader

1,808 Words

Warnings: NSFW right off the bat! Two lucky smuts in one! Bearded!Jensen. Smooth!Jensen. Sexy!Jensen. Oral Sex! Comedy! Fluff! Awesome!

A/N: This is for my "Face Riding" square for @spnkinkbingo 19! Do hope you enjoy :)

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“Fuck...oh...fuck, Jen...yes!”

He kept going; juicy lips sucking on your clit, thick fingers pumping, fucking you through your orgasm.

An unexpected flail sent your hand smacking down upon his head and he grunted into your pussy as your fingers tangled in his hair.

“Ouch!” Jensen laughed as he sat back, beard and lips coated in your slick.

“Sorry!” you said with a cringe, thighs clenching together as your cunt continued to throb.

“It’s OK, babe. You just got excited.” Jensen winked and ran a hand down his face, wiping away some of your wetness and scratching at his jaw. “I think I’m gonna go get rid of this now,” he said offhandedly.

Still panting, you rolled onto your side and pulled up the blanket to cover your hips. “Rid of what?”

“The beard,” he replied, hopping up out of bed.

The mattress bounced with his departure and you sat up on an elbow, distraught. “No! Not yet! You aren’t going back to work for another three days!”

Jensen ignored you and flipped on the bathroom light.

“Jensen! We had a deal! I get the beard during hiatus and technically, hiatus is not over yet! Seventy-two hours, mister! Seventy-two!”

The faucet turned on, drowning out your complaints.

“Ya know...I wait all year for that beard and it takes a full two weeks to grow in...I just think that I should be allowed to enjoy it for the entire length of our pre-negotiated time.” You sat up and leaned over, trying to catch a glimpse of your husband in the ensuite, but all you saw was harsh yellow light. “I’m still owed time, Mr. Ackles. I want that beard. Once you go back to work, it’s all smooth cheeks and scruff. Not fair.”

Pulling your knees up to your chest, you full on pouted waiting for him to be done. There was no use complaining about it now, you could smell the shaving cream, hear him rinsing out the razor in the basin. It was too late. The beard...was gone.

A flash of white teeth and bright green eyes greeted you before long as Jensen swung out of the bathroom, one hand on the doorframe, ankles crossed. It would have been sexy as hell if you weren’t so upset over the recent death. Jensen Ackles was gone and Dean Winchester was in the building.

“Hey, baby,” he grinned, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“Go away,” you growled, turning your nose up at him as he came close.

Jensen bent over and set his hands on the foot of the bed, still all smiles, laughing at your childishness. “Oh, come on, it’s not that bad! Feel…” He reached for your foot, but you kicked him away, narrowly missing his junk in the process.

“No!”

“But it’s so smooth…” He ran his own hand down his cheek and back up, eyes closing in dramatic awe as he felt the velvety skin. “I think you’re gonna like it.”

You scoffed and rolled away onto your stomach, grabbing your phone from the nightstand, determined to ignore him. “I think I won’t.”

“You didn’t even look,” he said with a pout, attempting to tug at your heartstrings.

The strings, unfortunately for him, were firmly attached to his beard. “I miss the beard. You didn’t have to shave it already. Why’d you do that?”

He sighed and gave a little shrug. “I don’t know, it was itchy and it was going soon anyway.” Biting his lip, Jensen put one knee on the bed. “Come on, Y/N/N…” The other knee followed. “It’s not that bad. It’s nice and smooth…” Hand after hand, knee after knee, he began to crawl to you. “So soft. I smell good, too. I used that soap you like…”

“Go away.”

Jensen nudged at your hip with his newly bare chin. “Y/N…” He sang your name, but you paid him no mind, eyes glued to your phone.

“I said go away.”

“Y/N…” He tugged at the blanket, yanking it from your side.

“No.”

You went to grab the blanket, but Jensen grabbed you instead, wrapping his fingers around your wrist and rolling you onto your back.

“Gotcha!”

You squirmed beneath him, screwing your eyes shut. “Lemme go!” You swatted with your free hand, but Jensen caught that wrist as well, pushing both down onto the bed by your ears.

“Awe, baby, I love you all squirmy like this,” he cooed, trying to keep his face calm and sexy whilst struggling to hold you down. He dipped his lips to yours but you turned at the last second, forcing the kiss to land, loud and wet, by your ear.

“Gah! Get off!”

Jensen licked his lips and planted another wet one on your temple which only made you cringe and fight back a laugh. He knew how to get you going in every direction.

“Don’t make me punch you!” you threatened through clenched teeth.

“How?” Jensen laughed, his entire body moving with it, head and shoulders rocking, hands loosening just enough so you could wiggle away. In a flash, you got the upper hand, using his distraction to flip him over onto his back. He sucked his lip as you pinned him, straddling his hips and pushing his wrists down, broad shoulders spreading his arms, and yours, wide.

"Not so tough now, are ya, Ackles?"

He grinned up at you, quite content to be your captive for a moment. You bent your lips to his and took a taste, breathing in the familiar scent of his shaving cream.

"You do smell nice," you admitted, ghosting your lips across his bare cheek, nipping playfully at his jaw.

Jensen moaned happily and turned his head for your inspection, sucking in a hard breath as your licked his throat. "Fuck."

You kissed the thick line of muscle in his neck and bit down on his ear, loving the way his hips jerked against you. "Oh, hello…" You shifted onto your knees and hovered over his stiffening cock, rubbing yourself slowly. "Feels so nice."

Jensen lifted his head and twisted his right hand, wanting to break free and grab you, but you kissed him back down onto the mattress, still rolling your hips.

"Making me so wet," you whispered, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, looking for the best place to sink your teeth.

"I...I can feel it," he breathed; his entire body tensing, hard and ready beneath you.

You sank down just an inch, forcing the tip of his cock through your slick folds. "You like this, don't you? Me on top, holding you down?"

A groan caught in Jensen's throat and his eyes rolled shut, head pushing back against the mattress. "Ride me…" he begged, voice cracking as you dripped onto his cock.

After a slow roll of your hips, you loosened your grip on his wrists and sat up, ready to go. "OK, baby."

You sank down an inch more but Jensen stopped you, fingers digging into your hips, holding you up. “No,” he growled, “want you to ride my face.”

Every muscle in your body froze and then twitched with excitement. You could feel the flood rushing from your cunt, your lips closing tighter around the tip of his cock. Jensen hissed, blunt nails denting your flesh, stomach tightening, heart racing.

Jensen grunted and bucked his hips, driving his dick deep inside. “Need that pussy,” he grit. “Want you to cum on my tongue.”

He slapped your ass and you lifted up, a little whimper filling the room as his cock dragged against you. As much as you wanted to stay, fuck yourself down on his beautiful cock, you knew what magic he could produce with a mere flick of his tongue.

"Want you," he moaned again, "now."

Holding your breath, you climbed over him and hovered above his face. One last look down showed his emerald eyes locked to your pussy; lips wet and ruddy, tongue pushing out over his bottom teeth. He lifted his chin and rubbed his nose against your clit, making your shiver and hum happily.

"Hold on, baby," you teased. You reached for the headboard to help you balance, not wanting to suffocate him with your cunt, but Jensen had other ideas.

As your fingertips grazed the headboard, Jensen pushed his arms under your thighs and wrapped his hands around your front, pulling you straight down onto his face. You gasped as his hot tongue pushed right in; the tip of his nose bumping your clit, juicy lips pulsing against your cunt.

"Fuck, Jen…"

He mumbled something into you which only set off a shiver as his lips vibrated. You rocked forward, arching your back, and he hummed even louder.

"Jesus, fuck!"

At last, you managed to grab the headboard and use it to lift up enough to really get moving. Jensen sucked in a loud breath as you departed and licked a long stripe up you pussy, gathering up all your juices and drinking them down greedily.

You let him do what he did best, winding you up so tight that your mind began to slip. In that slip you closed your eyes, finding a gentle rhythm to rock to, like a ship bobbing on a rough sea, except the sea wasn’t so rough. The sea was smooth and soft, like the nicest fleece blanket. It was firm yet gave when you landed, it slid like velvet over your flesh. It was heaven.

Jensen devoured your pussy, lips and tongue and fingers working until you were right at the edge.

“Oh god,” you groaned, grinding down on his face hard, feeling the moment approach. “Gonna make me cum, fuck!”

The warning only inspired him and Jensen sucked harder, fucked deeper, growling in ecstasy as you came like a waterfall all over his freshly shaved face.

When you could think straight, you pulled away, falling down against the headboard and squeezing your legs shut; the shivers of orgasm still echoing in your bones. “Holy shit, babe…”

Jensen rolled onto his stomach and propped his chin on his left hand. “I know…” He grinned proudly, face shining and wet.

“No but… like…” Words failed you, but he got the point, watching as you body twitched with aftershock and your eyes fluttered.

“I know,” he said again, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “So, you still miss the beard?”

Laughing, you rolled your eyes and conceded. “No. I guess not. You’re so smooth.”

“Hell yeah,” Jensen agreed, beaming like a fool and pushing himself up on both hands. “I’m always smooth. Smooth as hell, baby.” He winked and did two pushups just to impress you before jumping up and tumbling off the end of the bed.

“Yeah,” you laughed, watching him slapstick his way back up to you. “So smooth…”

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wolferals · 5 years ago

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🌙TROUBLE🌙

arón piper imagine

🌼@bbaronpiper and I wanted to try something and got some basic keywords for a story and both of us wrote our own interpretation! A so seen little project🌼 hope you like it🌸

and check out her story as well TROUBLE

also check out her writings, shes amazing! @bbaronpiper

friday july 12th 2019

„Have you ever considered becoming a vegan officer?" you asked the tall handsome cop who sitting in front of you.

He looked at you in disbelief before speaking up:"Y/n, its one thing being a proud vegan but its another thing to carry out violet actions against Mr. Rodriguez. You overreacted and you have to deal with the consequences."

You scoffed and leaned back against your chair.

„And how long is that going to take here?"

He slowly lifted himself up from the wooden chair and turned to you once again, saying:"Apologize to him and maybe he wont sue you."

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms in front of your chest.

He was the one who had provoked you by pushing you out of the way, making you fall. You had just asked him what that had been for and he had responded:"Get out of the way little girl. Maybe go to school instead of protesting against something you cant stop. Maybe eating some meat wouldnt harm you."

And yes maybe you had overreacted by kicking him in his left leg. But how were you supposed to know he had just had surgery?

When you had heard about the protest against animal cruelty in the middle of Madrid you had immediately called your best friend to tell her to make some signs.

And that said friend was now hiding somewhere, just as the cops had arrived she left you alone and ran.

In that very moment you could've screamed but you were too busy trying to hide. But they caught you eventually, thats why you were here.

„Alright Ms. Y/l/n, we only need your personal details and then you can go. You will receive a letter from us in the next week."

You looked up and listened to the police man talking to you. Then you grabbed your bag that's been sitting on the floor throughout this time and walked outside.

„Alright, sit down." An older woman ordered you.

You unwillingly sat down on another chair in the main area of the police station.

There were two other people you noticed. A young girl, maybe around the age of 11 who had probably lost her parents in the city. And a rather damaged boy your age, perhaps a little bit older, who had scars in his face.

Your gaze fell to his hand that had bleeding knuckles.

He noticed your stare and looked at you.

He didnt look very charming you figured. He looked pretty serious and was probably one of those guys that got into fights on the regular or maybe even did drugs.

„Full name." the unpleasant female cop yelled at you.

You looked at her and then took a deep breath. Your parents would kill you, but you had no choice, you were already in deep shit.

„Y/n (y/m/n) y/l/n)" you spoke and looked to the ground.

The lady mustered you and eventually wrote down the information.

„Birthday", „Place of birth" , „family status (parents names and birthdays)" and other personal information followed. You unwillingly answered each time.

Great, now you were officially fucked.

„Wait here." She said after she slammed the „questionnaire" on the front desk where a young woman took it and started typing something on her computer.

So you just sat there for what felt like an eternity until another police officer entered the room and grabbed a chair to sit in front of the guy with the bruises.

„Alright. So, beating up teenagers is now cool or why did you do it?" he asked him while leaning back.

The guy just laughed and then replied:"First of all, they are not teenagers, they are over 18. And second, this fucker wanted to rob me. I just defended myself."

You listened interested until they both looked at you, making you look away rapidly.

„So you're saying that this boy who is about 5'6 wanted to rob a man who already has a criminal record?"

The guy nodded and added:"I know how this sounds but look what he did to me! The guy can do karate. I just hit back to run away."

The officer took a long breath in before answering:"Well too bad you got caught and are already very well known here Arón."

The guy suddenly looked very mad again and leaned towards the old police man.

„I didnt fucking start this!"

The man got up, put the chair back to its original position and said:"I'll get the report ready Mr Piper."

The guy cursed and then leaned back against the wall.

You were looking at his face. The bruises you had noticed before looked very fresh, there was still some liquid blood in them. But in general he was quite handsome. He had a sharp jaw, a very chiseled face structure and a shaved head. He looked like a criminal, judging from how the criminals on tv look like.

„Qué??" he then asked, making you snap out of your thoughts.

„Uh nothing." you replied and coughed.

You turned your face away from him.

„First time in trouble huh?" he asked and you could hear the grin in his tone.

You looked back at him, looked him up and down and replied sassy:"Duh."

He chuckled at you.

Then he spoke:"Welcome to the real world."

You had to laugh at his word choice. Next he sat up right.

„Did you beat him up?" you then asked out of curiosity.

„Arón" stared right into your eyes and eventually stated:"Did you kick the man out of nowhere?"

You responded with a small laugh. „Yeah." he just claimed and looked around.

„I'm fucked." you mumbled after a couple of seconds.

You could feel him looking at you. „Nah the first time isnt as bad. Plus, you just kicked someone, you didnt kill anyone."

Your head shot around. „Ah someone knows his way around huh?"

Arón chuckled again. „Nah. Not yet." he smiled.

You noticed a little gap between his front teeth. He didnt look as dangerous when he smiled.

„You know I'm good at assuming things about people. And you dont seem like a killer girl." he suddenly said.

You smiled and scanned his face secretly.

„What do I seem like then?"

He grinned and the next thing he did was stare you up and down for a bit. Until he finally spoke:"Rich girl, who lives with her parents. She likes to say what she thinks and sometimes gets into fights because of that. But she's never been arrested before so mommy and daddy are going to ground you for that."

You scoffed at him.

But he wasn't completely wrong.

„Well. Okay." was all you could say. He was pretty right about his statement.

After sitting in the hall for a little, the old officer finally came back and handed you your ID.

„You can go."

You got up and grabbed your bag with your left hand.

„Hey princess, tell mommy and daddy I'm sorry for their criminal daughter." you heard Aróns voice as you wanted to leave the police station.

„Ha ha very funny." you replied and faked a smile that turned into a frown.

„Hey girly, can I crash at your mansion some time?" he yelled after you.

„Sure. But I wont tell you where I live." you grinned and looked at his expression.

He looked chill despite the fact that he was in trouble like you had been.

„Dont worry, I'll find you."

You nodded unbelieving and then finally kept walking.

Now you had to explain to your parents why you were late, and why you were expecting a letter from the police. Fuck.

•

You somehow managed to tell your parents exactly how it happened without being yelled at. They believed that it wasn't completely only your fault yet they werent happy about the fact that you ended up at the police. But on the other hand you had never had any problems with the law before and you were usually a good girl, so they werent worried as much as expected. You hadnt told them about the lawsuit yet though. That was a future problem.

As it was now the next day you were just at home, finishing some assignments for your second year of college that would start next week.

You had taken a shower after dinner and then went to your room to watch a show before heading to bed.

To be honest, you had almost forgotten about the whole lawsuit thing when you went to bed that night. It got late, you got stuck with the newest season of your favorite show and actually fell asleep at around 1:30.

A loud noise woke you from your sleep and you sat up right, looking around all confused.

Your room was completely dark besides the streetlights from outside your window.

You heard the knock again and a shockwave went right through your body. Where did it come from? The house was all silent since your parents' bedroom was downstairs and your sister was sleeping at her boyfriends' almost every night.

Slowly you made your way threw the hallway checking where the noise came from. Your first thought was that it was probably the neighbors cat in the backyard or something but then you realized the bangs came from the bathroom.

You grabbed the first thing near you which was a vase that had been standing on a little table in the hallway.

Eventually you walked to the bathroom and turned on the light.

You got scared immediately as you saw a face in front of the window.

After looking at the person you realized it was the guy from the police station. You closed the bathroom door and unlocked the window.

„What the fuck are you doing here?" you whisper yelled.

The guy climbed into the room. He was wearing a black hoodie with some dark grey sweatpants and a black beanie. „You said i could sleep here if I found you. And i did."

You were actually creeped out. So you just stared at him until your confidence came back. „How did you fucking find my house?" you asked and pushed him back a little bit. He grinned and leaned against the sink. „I stole the paper with your information."

Your eyes widened. „You what??" you asked him in disbelief. „You're welcome. Now they got nothing against you. For the police you dont exist."

You didnt know if you should thank him for it or hit him in the face for doing such a stupid thing. What if the police thought you stole it? „So where can i sleep then?" he asked you and took a look around. His bruises were still visible but now looked a lot more clean and healed.

„Uh." you stuttered and thought about his question.

„My parents are right downstairs. You cant just sneak in here and expect me to offer you my bed. I dont know you, you could be a psycho!" He laughed at you and stepped closer to you. You were intimidated because you couldnt step back any farther. Your back was already touching the wall next to the bathtub.

„I wont hurt you, I just need a place to sleep." You looked right into his eyes that were only inches away from yours.

He was so close he could probably hear your heart pound. It was about to jump out of your chest. You then offered him to sleep on the small couch in your room, if he promised to disappear before your parents found out.

So you passed him a blanket and two pillows and finally turned off the light the second time this night.

„Goodnight." you automatically whispered. You heard a little chuckle from the other side of the room before he whispered back a quiet:"Gracias."

•

When you woke up a couple of hours later your room was lightened by the sun. You rubbed your eyes and sat up. You almost had a little heart attack when you saw someone laying on your couch. But then you remember what happened only 4 hours before. The guy who's name you werent sure about -was it Arón?- was sleeping peacefully, his closed eyes facing you. You noticed he had taken off his shirt. You didnt see his stomach but you could see his naked, muscular arms over the blanket. And you saw some tattoos on them. And a small tattoo on his chest.

He looked quite cute when he was sleeping.

You then checked your phone and thought about what you'd do today until you heard footsteps coming upstairs.

Your mom! She always says goodbye before work. Its like a mother-daughter tradition because once when you were a kid and she didnt say bye you had a panic attack because you thought something happened to her. You jumped up from the bed towards the couch.

„Wake up! Wake up! You gotta hide, my mom's coming!" you shook him to wake him up. He replied with a raspy groan and eventually opened his eyes.

„Huh?" he asked confused looking at you. -„Hide! My mom!" You whispered and waited for him to get in the closet.

But since he took so long realizing what was going on, it happened what had to happen.

Your mom was standing in your room, staring at both of you. You in your oversized shirt and no pants and this strange boy shirtless. You were fucked.

„Uhh y/n?" she asked and looked at you in confusion.

You were all staring each other down until Arón spoke up:"Mrs. Y/l/n, im so sorry. My name is Arón, I'm your daughters boyfriend." He shook her hand smiling. Your mother on the other hand looked confused as hell. Just as you. Did he just call himself your boyfriend?

„Oh. I didnt know she had a boyfriend." Your mom replied and then actually chuckled. She laughed! She wasnt mad?

„I have to go to work now but nice to meet you Arón. See you later honey, i think we have to talk."

She said after none of you said anything.

„Likewise" Arón spoke before your mom left your room and closed the door.

„What the hell?" you yelled at him and lightly punched him in the chest.

„I had no choice. What do you want me to do? Say that I broke in here because we met at the police station?"

You ran your hand through your hair and then said:"Please go. I'm in enough trouble already. Please leave."

He nodded, then grabbed his sweater and put it back on.

„Can i sleep here tonight too? I dont really know where to go." he asked while picking up his things.

You rolled your eyes but nodded softly.

„Thank you!" He smiled and came up to you.

„Sure." you replied and crossed your arms.

He opened the door to your room and whispered a „see you tonight" before finally leaving your house.

You didnt really trust this guy. Something about him was off but you didnt know quite yet what it was.

•

Arón's been crashing at your place for a week now and a lot of weird things happened inbetween. You only saw him at night when he climbed through your bedroom or the bathroom window. Then you usually went to bed and in the morning he left. You never knew where he went and you also didnt know why he couldnt sleep at his parents'.

Your mom and dad had both talked to him before and actually believed he was your boyfriend. Around them he acted like an angel but you knew he wasnt. I mean, he's never insulted you or been rude but he certainly wasnt an example of a good guy.

One night as you were sleeping, him laying on your couch, you were woken by someones voice talking in your room.

Arón was walking around your carpet, speaking into his phone loudly.

„Whats up?" you whispered and looked at him all sleepy.

He showed you he needed a second and kept discussion in spanish.

He was pretty loud and you were worried your parents might wake up from his voice. And he seemed mad, almost aggressive.

He then hung up and before you knew, he slammed his phone on the wall. It broke immediately, shocking you intensely.

„Jeez what the fuck!" you spoke and got up from the bed.

Arón in the meantime put on his jacked and wanted to walk out of the room but you chased him, trying not to make too much noise walking downstairs.

„Where are you going?" you asked.

„I need to see someone before this certain person wakes your parents." he boldly spoke and opened the front door.

You were only wearing shorts and a top and it was chilly outside. But you were far too concerned to grab a jacket.

You closed the door behind you and ran after him.

„Y/n go to bed." he then ordered as he kept walking.

„No i need to know whats happening."

He scoffed at you and finally stopped as you both reached a person standing around the corner.

Aron was just standing there staring at the dark dressed man.

You were right behind him, carefully taking a look.

„Arón." the guy finally spoke and came up to you both, grabbing aron by the jacket.

„What do you want?" arón asked the man, sounding as if he was about to rip his head off.

„Needed to see you little brother." the guy replied and then noticed you hiding behind Aróns back.

„Oh got yourself a girlfriend huh?" he grinned and walked around him to get closer to you.

„Hey you." he smiled and reached out to touch you but you backed off and mustered him.

„She's hot." the guy then said and turned around to arón again.

„What the fuck are you doing here Juan?" Arón finally spoke up. „Taking you home. Mom is worried about you."

Aron laughed fake before claiming:"Oh really?"

Juan stepped right in front of Aron and looked at him.

„I like your new haircut brother. You look like a prisoner."

Arón didnt reply, he clenched his fist as if he was about to hit.

„If you keep going like that, you will be soon." Juan added and smiled at him.

„Fuck off im not coming home." arón mumbled and wanted to step back but Juan grabbed his arm and answered:"You. Are coming with me. Because I say so."

Aron freed his arm and yelled:"Get out of my life."

You just watched as they were yelling at each other. The reason for Aróns stubbornness wasnt quite clear for you until he said one specific thing:"Mom and Dad dont want me back! All they want was you. You're the only son they ever wanted."

He was jealous of his big brother.

What you figured out from their conversation, Juan was a troublemaker himself but then started studying and was now about to be a lawyer. Apparently their parents had always supported him, even though he used to be in deep shit often times. Arón kept claiming that he was „nothing to their parents".

At some point the situation escalated and Juan grabbed Aron rather harshly and Aron pushed him back. Which made Juan fall to the ground, hitting his head on the concrete.

Juan looked even more furious than Aron then.

He got up again and basically jumped arón.

You felt useless, watching those brothers fight in the middle of the streets.

But suddenly you decided to do something.

You went up to them and jumped on Arons back to make him stop.

„Stop this shit before someone calls the cops!" you tried to calm them down.

But Aron was so furious he threw you right off.

You landed on your back rather harshly, moaning out in pain. It had been really fucking painful.

He didnt even notice that he had hurt you, they kept yelling at each other until you heard police sirens getting closer.

Juan seemed to notice as well and let go of Aron.

„You know what, fuck you! You're useless to this family. Come back after achieving something!" Juan yelled and just disappeared between the streetlights and the bushes.

„Fuck." Aron cursed and finally turned around to you.

„Run!" he then said as the police car turned around the corner.

You got up in pain and grabbed his reached out hand.

„Faster!" he told you and pulled you with him as he was running super fast. You almost stumbled over your own feet.

„Where?" you just asked and concentrated on running as fast as you could.

Usually you hated running but right now it felt good. Free kind of. You had never run from the cops, especially not with a known criminal who wasnt as bad as you thought.

„Fuck, run faster." he yelled but you couldnt go any faster.

Eventually he let go of you to make you jump into a bush.

The cops were right behind you but didnt seem to notice you hiding, they ran past you after Aron.

And aron on the other hand did something you hasnt expected. He stopped running.

He turned around and put his hands up in the air.

What the fuck was he doing?

The police reached him and put him in a secure grip in a fast motion. He couldve gotten away easily if he hadnt stopped!

They grabbed him by the arm and pulled him through the alley of trees towards the police car.

You looked him straight in the eyes as they walked past you. He inconspicuously smiled at you.

What was he doing?

As they sat him in the police car you slowly got out of the bush.

So you just stood there. They couldve seen you but you didnt care, you just wanted to see what was happening.

Some of your neighbors were outside looking as well.

Before the car took off you felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket.

Who would text you at 3am?

You took it and opened the message.

You started to smile and looked up to see him smiling at you from the police car.

Arón:"Can I crash again when I get out?"

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Hello to anyone reading this. I’m H and I’ve started this sideblog to document my weight loss and keep myself accountable. Let me start with a little backstory:

I have been overweight for as long as I can remember. I’ve never been super active, though I was on a couple sports teams at various points throughout my school life. I always overate as a kid and I still do it now. Eating has been a coping mechanism for me my entire life, and I would say that I am addicted to food.

I have generally been okay being heavy, but bullying is a bitch and I know that other people’s perception of me affected me and made me a nasty bitch in middle school and high school. I wasn’t in a place to understand why I acted out until I was able to distance myself from my long term abusive boyfriend and my dad stopped drinking and got out of his abusive/toxic situation. Now, I understand the effects that the trauma in my life has had on me and I’m calmer and more level-headed, so I am in a good place to start working on my physical health in conjunction with my mental health.

I know that my self-image right now isn’t healthy, and I am aiming to love my body. I am trying hard not to think of the things I might want after this, like skin removal surgery and breast reshaping, but it is hard not to imagine myself with a little sprucing up. While I don’t want to scrutinize over every flaw I have, I think the best way I can motivate myself to keep it up is taking note of my body and how I perceive certain areas, so I will update this with my reflection on how my body looks every so often.

Over the time I have been not working because of COVID-19, I have gained weight, but I have also started keeping up with infamous obese youtubers like Amberlynn Reid and Foodie Beauty, and watching channels like Charlie Gold and Petty Kitten react to them. I would be lying if I said that it wasn’t a kick in the ass to not become as big as them, but also a motivator knowing that I will never be like that, I won’t allow myself to be like them, and that I am a better person than they are. I know that thinking like that is mean and cruel, but I am here to lose weight, not monetize my addiction and appeal to feeders while maintaining an attitude of entitlement and oblivion.

While we are at it, let me just name a few of my rock bottom moments:

- my abusive ex boyfriend calling me “Whaley”

- being too heavy to ride horses

- being too big for a ride at the fair and having to get off it in front of a ton of people in public

- my brother swiping the back of m head like a debit machine

- my ability to polish of a lot of food in one go

- my lack of stamina standing, walking, exercising, being on top during sex

- crushing my boyfriend when I lay on him

- being too big to fit into 3x clothing on websites like dollskill that actually sell some interesting clothing for bigger ladies

Without too much more delay, let’s get into the facts:

Age: 18

Height: 5′11

Starting Weight: 333 pounds

Current Weight: 329 pounds

Total Loss: 4 pounds

BMI: 45.9

BMI Goal: 25

Current Goal: 300 pounds by day 30

Day: 4

Health Concerns: Morbid Obesity, PCOS and Insulin Resistance, Lactose Intolerance, Depression, Anxiety, Food Addiction.

Diet Plan: OMAD (one meal a day) and intermittent fasting.

The diet I have chosen to follow, OMAD, is one of many different diets I have tried over the course of my life. I have tried keto, I have tried vegetarianism, I have tried slimfast. The reason I have chosen this particular diet this time is because of the freedom to eat pretty much anything within the hour I set aside for myself to eat each day. It’s hard to fuck yourself up too much in an hour. After having done the diet for a few days, here is what I have noticed about it:

- I get hangry

- I am somewhat nocturnal and often sleep from 6am - 2pm, and it makes it so much easier

- The boost in energy after my feels like I am on top of the world, and the naps while digesting fuckin rock, sleepy is a good feeling when you have time set aside for it

- It is a lot of mental will power to look at my favourite foods and say no

- It is a lot of mental will power not to cram 3 meals into an hour

- It is hard to pick what I want for dinner

- Cravings hit hard

- Black Coffee is nasty

- It is easier not to consume dairy with OMAD, and not have diarrhea everyday is nice.

There are some things I have noted as well, like eating dairy at all is a big mistake. It is unpleasant to only feel full for a short period of time before violently emptying the contents of my digestive tract. The effects of lactose has on my body go so much quicker when it is the only thing I have in my body at the time. Lactaid is very hit and miss for me, and by the way the chewable tablets are actually the devil incarnate and I hate them. I have tasted vanilla in my life and that isn’t it.

I chose this diet because my boyfriend does fasting as his preferred diet method, and while I wish I could fast all day, my job requires me to have energy and I am not a happy hungry lady. I intend to do OMAD long term, but may change it up slightly if I start to struggle when I get back to work.

It should also be noted that I seriously do not recommend this diet to anyone who struggles with disordered eating (me), depression (me), anxiety (me), obesity (me), anyone who has an affliction that would make it safer for them to consume more than one meal a day (me), and people who have medications they need to take with food (me). This diet is not recommended by doctors for long term weight loss, my endocrinologist was frankly a bit shocked when I told her, and it can cause a host of problems included but not limited to:

- triggering of eating disorders

- lack of protein

- excess of carbs

- diarrhea (thanks, really needed more of that)

- nausea

- dizziness

- weakness

- extreme fatigue

So let me go ahead here and describe a little bit about my health issues, namely my PCOS, or polycystic ovarian syndrome. PCOS is a hormonal disorder. It can cause increased levels of androgen in the body, increased hair, insulin resistance, excessive hair growth, male pattern baldness, weight gain, irregular periods, fertility problems, increase risk of developing type 2 diabetes, increase risk of high blood pressure and high cholesterol, acne and oily skin, depression, and sleep apnea, as well as increase the risk for endometrial cancers, and obviously, cause ovarian cysts. This disorder can be passed from mother to daughter, and I got it from my mom. I have been suffering with this for years.

The biggest effects on my body have been my weight, my depression, irregular periods and cysts. I currently have an IUD in place to help with the symptoms, but my periods are not even close to regular and are often brown in colour. Before hormonal birth control, I would have 2-3 periods per year that lasted about a month at a time. These periods were heavy and excruciatingly painful, and the clots I birthed were like jellyfish. I often lost enough blood to become anemic.

It should be noted that my PCOS has caused me to be resistant to insulin, and that can make it hard to lose weight and also cause some brown discolouration on the skin, which I have had on my chest and neck. I remember my mom used to scrub at my neck thinking it was dirty when my neck first started becoming discoloured.

I had my IUD placed in December of 2018, and the follow up ultrasound revealed a cyst on my right ovary that was 21cm x 21cm which required surgery. Due to that, a traumatic situation and my vegetarianism, I lost 30 pounds by March of 2019.

I have also struggled most of my life with depression and anxiety and used food to cope. I am currently on medication for that. I also take Metformin to help with the effects of the PCOS.

Here I will give a short description on the areas of my body that bother me and what I would like to see improve. I will try to be objective about what I don’t like and I will be honest about the reasons I would like to improve. I will say now that many of these reasons are cosmetic and not necessarily health related.

Inner thighs: While my legs are one of my favourite parts of my body and are in general strong and shapely, my inner thighs have a pocket of fat near my pubic mound, and I can see it when I stand up or I can see it in the mirror from behind when I bend over. I am self conscious about this because I don’t like the way it looks/hangs, and it makes it hard to be present and immersed when I am having sex or see myself as attractive if I take a picture for my boyfriend. The goal for this area is to have less hang so I can feel more relaxed during sex and any time I bend over. I also don’t particularly enjoy the thigh holes in my jeans, or that I have trouble with any sort of thigh high sock rolling.

Pubic mound: I’m not even gonna bullshit here: I just want a normal looking vulva. That’s it. I want it to be easier to access my clit, I don’t want such a prominent camel toe when I wear pants, I’d like it to be easier for my boyfriend to go down on me. I have a nice inner vulva and I want the exterior to match. I also find it hard to shave the areas between my mound and my thigh, as holding it open is not easy. That groin area is also prone to skin yeast infections and pimples and blackheads, and while I admit that they are fun to pop, it would be nice if I did not have to deal with it.

My stomach: My stomach hangs. Underneath of it is prone to those same pimples and skin yeast infections (canesten is really helpful for tinea cruris, by the way. Yeast infections are yeast infections.) and while I get some sick pops for r/popping, it isn’t attractive. My stomach is hairy and while that isn’t really totally weight related, it also isn’t cute. My belly button is often very hidden, and it would be nice to get down to a size that I could get it pierced like my mom has. The rolls of my stomach get pimples and the red marks from sitting all day are not cute and can get painful. I have the muffin top when I wear jeans, and while the look of my stomach in jeans is less than sexy, it actually doesn’t bother me all that much.I have trouble keeping up panties that are both too tight or too loose, and tights are always rolling down. If it doesn’t hit just above my waist while still being slightly tight, it isn’t even worth trying to wear at all. All my jeans and leggings are high-waisted, and a lot of them roll when I sit or bend over. As a nanny, that is a really big inconvenience, and I would like to be able to exist for an hour without having to pull up my goddamn pants/leggings/underwear/tights. God forbid I put on a garter belt. Clothes that are flattering are hard for find for obese women. I just want to wear pretty clothes and feel like a person. When I sit with my knees up, my stomach is Very Present, and I can feel it against my thighs and trying to press through the gap in the middle. It would be nice to not feel that way, and I hope that I can achieve a stomach that does not hang.

Rolls under breasts: These are real sons of bitches. Hot, hairy, red, pimply. The heat rash is real. About half to 3/4 the size of my actual breasts. They make finding a comfortable bra difficult, and I would be really happy if they got even half the size they are now.

Breasts: I don’t necessarily have a weight issue with my tibblies, but they are underdeveloped underneath and I don’t really like the shape of them so much. I am on the waiting list to see a plastic surgeon about my options. There are certain things about my chest that I don’t like that are the fault of obesity however, like the dark marks on my chest because of resistance to insulin, but I will get more into that in a bit. I also don’t love boobne, but hey, acne, amirite ladies?

My chin/neck situation: My ‘waddle’, as I so hatefully refer to it, is my least favourite part of my body. This makes me so upset. I think this is the only part of my body that I truly genuinely hate. If I could duct tape it back so I could look normal, I would. I often look at plus size and fat and obese women and think why do they have chins and necks that are ‘normal’ but not me? (spoilers: the answer is morbid obesity.) I would like to be able to wear a choker comfortably and without it being hidden by my neck. It is very hard to pop waddle pimples. I do have the insulin marks on my neck, and a dowager’s hump, which makes me feel weird if I look at it too long. I don’t like when it sticks out of my clothing, and it feels odd to look at it with a necklace on, or a choker or collar or anything like that.

My back rolls: You hate to see it, and it makes finding a bra in my size a pain. It is hard to hide them, and anything that is fitted to the boobs and then flares can exaggerate the look of them. I don’t look at them too often so it doesn’t always bother me, but they can be a pain with certain clothes. It also makes some clothes tight and restricting in a way they normally wouldn’t, like dresses or shirts that zip. Highly unpleasant, and I would like to have smoother back for cosmetic reasons.

The back of my head: I shave the underneath of my head. I’ve had my entire head shaven before, I’ve had just the sides shaven. It would be nice to get to a place where there wasn’t a roll at the back of my head. It would also be nice if my brother hadn’t swiped a card through it, but only one of those things is achievable.

My arms: I have pretty strong arms, my job requires lifting and I’ve never shied away from taking all the groceries in one trip. My arms are large but not huge. I would be happy with a little reduction in the ‘wing’ area and I would like to see my upper arms a little more streamlined when fully extended. I genuinely do have big bones, but it would be nice to be able to wear my bracelets more comfortably.

My hands: For the longest time I have been upset about the idea of ‘fat people hands’. I don’t have huge fingers, but it would be nice to fit rings on a little easier. I have large hands, because I am a tall woman, but not really fat or chubby hands like one might think of when thinking of fat people hands. My knuckles are fairly well defined, though they have dimples when my hands are flat, and have had since I was little. I think they are cute to be honest. I do not have discolouration on my fingers or knuckles.

My face: I don’t have a ton of fat on my cheeks actually. I do have a round face, but I have dimple-like indentations under my cheekbones that clearly define them. It would be nice to be a slightly slimmer face and defined jawline - any attempt at a contour is just awful. I would like to have a less prominent chin and cheeks.

So let’s talk for a bit about long term goals. I am trying to set goals for myself in chunks. I know that aiming to lose 100 pounds the first go around is highly unlikely to get me any sort of success and I know that breaking it up into smaller bits is less overwhelming and more motivating. I am seriously trying to be careful about rewarding myself with any kind of food.

Realistically, I would like to see myself get into the ‘normal’ BMI range by this time next year. I also know that to do that, I would need to lose around 170 pounds. With OMAD, you can expect to lose between half a pound and one pound a day. I do not see myself losing 170 pounds in 170 days. I do not think it is healthy to lose that much in under 6 months, and I don’t think my skin would appreciate it either, nor do I think OMAD is sustainable for that long. The idea is to try and hold out with OMAD for about 3 and a half months, and in that time, with upkeep, exercise and discipline, I could lose around 100 pounds, but I think the responsible thing would be to hope for closer to 75 pounds.

I would like to outline my goals here:

Current Goal: 300 pounds - 33 pounds lost - 41.8 BMI

Second Goal: 270 pounds - 63 pounds lost - 37.7 BMI

Third Goal: 240 - 93 pounds lost - 33.5 BMI

Fourth Goal: 210 - 123 pounds lost - 29.3 BMI

Fifth Goal: 180 - 153 pounds lost - 25.1 BMI

Final Goal: 160 - 173 pounds lost - 22.3 BMI

Knowing how much one can lose in x amount of time with OMAD, and assuming I kept with it for a year, it could take anywhere from 173 days to 346 days to reach my final goal. I know that I won’t lose the same amount every day, and I know that it will be hard to keep it off once I reach my goal.

I also know that I will need to take vitamins and supplements to make sure I don’t lose anything during this time.

I am trying not to set deadlines for when I would like to reach my goals, though ideally I would be losing about 20 pounds a month. There are some important dates that I am hoping to have lost a certain amount for, however, and based on how much I might expect to lose and some basic math, I have deemed it pretty feasible to do.

I return to work around July 6th. It is currently May 30th. In 37 days I am hoping to have reached my first goal of 33 pounds lost. I lost 4 pounds in 3 days, and I hope to keep up that pace.

The other date that I am hoping to have lost weight for is my birthday, which is August 31st. In 93 days I am hoping to have met my second goal of 63 pounds lost. I am turning 19 and very excited to celebrate.

For a little in-depth at what I am doing as far as my meal, I am eating a normal supper for me, a snack and a dessert. I am not counting calories. I’ll give some examples of what I have eaten at this time.

Day 1: Gnocchi bake with chicken, gummies, a chocolate bar, a little bit of bread and an iced tea. I made the bake with a package of sundried tomato gnocchi, one chicken breast, an olivieri package of rose sauce, like 2-3 tablespoons of herb and garlic cream cheese and onion. It was so good.

Day 2: I had the 4 bites of leftovers and some cheese bread, an iced tea, chicken strips, fries, a bite of fish, and some coleslaw. This day I felt sort of weak in the evening and so I had a fried egg sandwich with a cheese slice, mustard and mayo.

Day 3: I GUZZLED water all day long, like 4-5 bottles of water. I had crackers, the middle of a cinnamon bun, chicken strips and fries again, coleslaw and then some cake (I was celebrating a family birthday). My pee has never been so clear, let me just tell you.

One of the good things about this diet is being able to have whatever I would like as my meal for the day. I am an excellent cook (friend, family, teacher, boyfriend’s family and boyfriend approved, being fat has helped me master the kitchen) and I love doing it, so I can really get creative with my meal.

I come from a diet family, and so I am definitely supported on this diet, and my boyfriend is doing it with me, because misery loves company. Overall, I do feel hungry, but I feel satisfied with what I am doing and I have a lot more will power than I thought I did before, so I am proud of myself in that regard.

During my fasts, I try to only consume water and black coffee, which I take iced so it doesn’t nerf me with the flavour. Chewing gum is also quite helpful. My eating period is between 7p-8p, or 7p-8:30p, but that may change overtime as my sleep and activity schedule changes in the coming months.

I do not make promises on diets as a rule, but because of the nature of this diet I have made myself a promise that I will listen to my body. If I need a meal, I will eat one. If what is best for me is splitting my eating hour into two 30 minute eating periods a day for energy, especially while I work, then that is what I will do.

Like I said, the goal is to check in every day with what I ate, my general feelings and if I am changing anything, and then I will try to do a weigh in weekly, and every couple of weeks update any changes I notice in the areas I mentioned earlier that bother me as a fat person.

‘Til next time,

#weight loss #heweightlossjourney #diet #one meal a day #morbid obesity #may 30th 2020

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writersrealmbts · 6 years ago

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Train Tracks: Part 1

Description: Hybrid!Reader x Taehyung: As a hybrid you have no worth and your means of survival is digging through the trash, working odd jobs for those who are more kind-hearted, and--unfortunately--pick-pocketing. When you choose the wrong target, things take a strange turn as this obviously wealthy man enters your life.

Warnings: I allude to sexual assault so, know your triggers and don’t read if it even is a little trigger-y.

Posted: 04/28/2019

Tags: Taehyung, Human Taehyung, Hybrid Reader

Angsty I guess: 4,003 words

A/N: I ended up cutting what was supposed to be the introduction to a two-track story (with different endings and outcomes) into two because there needs to be more in the introduction but I couldn’t do that. Honestly, I’m just sort of stuck on this story all around (as well as pretty much every other thing I’m working on, aside from the Prince Jungkook story and another story that I didn’t even intend to work on as much as I did) so I thought I’d at least give you guys the first part of it and see if you were even interesting in the rest of the story. Also, this really was inspired by his gold outfit but I couldn’t find any good gifs of him in that suit so...

You woke up shivering, and it took you a moment to remember why you weren’t safe inside your home, but asleep beside a dumpster with a splitting headache. Your body aching and with sharp pains. Then you remembered getting attacked. You sighed, pushing it from your mind and gathering your findings from the day before. Some thrown away clothing you would repurpose or use, some food that you liberated, and some yarn that nice old lady didn’t want anymore. Scraps. That’s when alarm prickled along your spine an your ears and tail fluffed out. It was cold. Fall was approaching. Which meant winter would soon follow and you had to prepare yourself and your home for the unrelenting cold. It was time to pick pockets. You shivered again, but this time because you were scared. You remembered what happened to your friend when he was caught pick-pocketing. His scared eyes, the spasms as the sedative knocked him out. His body carted away to a mass grave for hybrids who had no legal status and according to the populace and government deserved no humane treatment or proper burial. You had climbed amongst the bodies to retrieve him and bury him in the forest. Then had been unable to sleep for four months. You just had to be careful with your targets, is all. You’d stay out of sight, not take so much that they would notice. But you weren’t careful enough.

Your seventh target—a young man who’s affluence was obvious and whose attention to his surroundings seemed questionable—whipped around and caught your wrist as you returned his wallet. “What do you think…you’re…” His words died in his throat as he studied you. You were trembling, terrified out of your wits over getting caught. “P-p-please…I’ll give it back! Please don’t call the police!” “Shh. Follow me. Don’t make it obvious.” He let go of your wrist and walked away. It surprised you how quickly you followed, easily blending into the crowd. Nobody wanted to notice a grubby hybrid in rags, except some men. He walked through the crowd, and you could see people moving out of his way. He had a powerful presence and chiseled features that commanded attention and respect. He was tall, not the tallest man you’d ever met, but his demeanor made him seem even taller. You, on the other hand, just about got trampled, but managed to continue following him from a distance. Fear of what he might do kept you going, even after you got shoved over—scraping your hands and knees and forcing you to scramble to get your scavenged items back in your basket so you could keep him in sight. He ducked down an alley and you went down one that connected to it, walking cautiously towards where they connected. He was waiting, leaning casually against the bricks like he wasn’t wearing a suit that probably cost more than everything you’d ever owned combined. He pushed off the wall, holding up the wallet. “You didn’t take anything.” You swallowed hard, then pulled the money you had taken from him out of the pocket where it had been stashed. He frowned, letting you dump the bills and coins into his hand. He stared at it for a long while. “I’m sorry,” You whimpered.. “This…this is four dollars and sixty seven cents…” He looked back up at you, eyes flicking up and down your body. “Even a second-hand coat costs more than this. Why didn’t you try to take more?” “You only have large bills. People like me never have large bills unless we stole them,” You turned your gaze to the cement beneath your feet, catching sight of the blood dripping down your leg. The scrape on your knee looked more like your skin had been shaved off your knee. You winced, feeling the pain from all of your cuts, scrapes, and bruises now that you could see how bad some of them were. Your back stung, and your legs ached. Your head hurt, and you were scared. So scared. “Show me how much you’ve stolen today.” You bit your lip, tears wellign up in your eyes as you shakily handed the money over to him. “Is…this all?” He spoke lowly. You started desperately feeling your pockets to ensure you had given him everything. He quickly caught one of your wrists. “This isn’t even fifteen dollars. Are these the only clothes you have?” You shook your head. “I have some warmer clothes back at the—” You froze, stopping just short of telling him about your home. His hand came to your face, tilting it up towards his. “Show me your hideout.” Your heart dropped into your stomach and you nodded slightly. He nodded as well, then held out the money. “We’ll pretend I never saw this.” You stared at his hand, at the money you had stolen. He sighed heavily, then grabbed the small bag you kept fabric and yarn scraps in and opened it. He looked through the contents for a second, then dumped the money into it. You were frozen as he dropped to a crouch and examined your knee. What was he doing? He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and folded it carefully before tying it around your knee. “Actually, let’s go get these treated. I have a friend who will fix you up, no questions asked. Come on.” “I’m fine,” You whispered, tears threatening to spill over. “No, you’re not. I think your knee needs stitches and if your wounds aren’t cleaned and properly treated you could get an infection. You could die.” He glared at you. “You got hurt while following me at my request. I’ll take responsibility for the treatment. Now, come.” You obeyed, letting him lead you to a neighborhood you had no business being in, to a house you wouldn’t dare enter, but getting pulled into it anyway. “Jungkook-ssi!” The man called out, gesturing for you to sit down. “Bring your first aid kit to the living room.” “Taehyung-ssi?” Another man came out carrying a large box, his eyes widening when he saw you. “Oh, hello.” “She needs treatment. Can’t go to the doctor’s or the vet. Think you could…” Jungkook nodded, slowly coming over to you. He knelt in front of you. “Hi. My name is Jungkook. What’s your name?” “Y/n,” You replied quietly. “Can I treat your injuries, y/n?” You nodded, not daring to defy the man—Taehyung. You opened your hands for Jungkook and let him look at those, as well as your elbows, knees, then your head. Jungkook was frowning as he stood up. “I need to get cleaning supplies. There’s a lot of dirt in them. But…how did you hurt your head?” “I didn’t stay still like he told me,” You answered in a whisper. “Who?” Taehyung asked, voice deeper. You whimpered slightly. “The man, last night. He scared me and I hit him. I should have stayed still.” Jungkook slowly nodded. “Alright. We’ll talk about that after we get your injuries taken care of.” He went to get the supplies. “You should fight against men like that. They shouldn’t do that.” Taehyung’s voice seemed even deeper, more intimidating. “He’d just kill me…” You replied, staring at the spot that Jungkook disappeared from. He was nicer, not as scary. “I try not to stay out past sunset. Once I’m home I’m safe.” “What about animals?” “They don’t bug me. I’ve marked my territory with ashes. They respect it. I help them when they need.” You studied the scrapes on your hand. He dropped in front of you, eyes big. “You’re in tune?” You tilted your head. “You can communicate with animals?” You nodded hesitantly. He grinned suddenly. “Whoa…all animals?” You frowned a bit. “Well, not fish…” He looked a lot less scary now. “That’s so cool!” “I suppose it is…” You shrugged. “Alright, let’s do this.” Jungkook came back in with an armload of supplies and carrying a bucket of water. He set them down around you on tables, chairs, and the floor. “She’ll be able to walk when you’re done, right? I’m walking her home after this?” “Your home?” You froze. “Hers. I’ll explain later.” Jungkook started carefully washing your bad knee, wincing with you. “Um, I can wrap it so that you won’t tear your stitches but can still use your leg. You’ll be unable to bend your knee, though.” You nodded. “If I can move, I’ll be fine. I’ll stay around home a couple days.” “I’ll give you some extra bandages and gauze,” He replied, washing around the wound as well. “You’ll need to keep your wounds and the areas around them really clean.” You nodded. Treating your knee and head took the longest, and when he was done he held both of your hands in one of his. “We need to talk about what happened last night,” He started softly, suddenly looking nervous and uncertain. “You’re not on any sort of control are you?” Your ears went back and you lowered your gaze. You hadn’t been able to afford even the cheapest version ever since your friend had been killed. He could usually find odd jobs that would give you both a little extra. He would make sure you had your control, knowing how dangerous it was for you to go into heat. Both of you pretended it wasn’t because of the way any man with the intention to use you could without legal consequences. Especially if your friend wasn’t around to protect you. He’d been a Siberian tiger hybrid—big and strong. You were a Singapura cat hybrid. Not only were you “delicately structured”, you were small. The cat breed was one of the smallest and it showed in you. You had the strength to survive but not to fight off a man. “I doubt if he used protection…” He sighed. “I need you to come back to get stitches out. If you start feeling…off, I want you to come here. Okay? We’ll keep you safe and take care of you. Okay?” You nodded again. “And if you get attacked again, I want you to run here. We’ll protect you from them.” He gently squeezed your hands. You met his eyes, nodding even though you doubted if you’d be able to. Taehyung held out his hand. “Let’s get you home.” You took his hand and he kept you steady as you put weight on your knee again. “Go as easy as you can on that. Try not to put too much weight on it. I’ll see you in a week, okay?” You nodded again, slowly testing your leg. It would do. “I owe you one, Kook.” “Yes, you do. I’ll collect later. See you Taehyung. Y/n.” You waved, a little nervous to be alone with Taehyung again, but leaving anyway. He was still holding your hand. “We have to leave the city, right?” You nodded. “East side.” He started walking, but looked back when you hadn’t moved. “That’s north-west,” You told him, turning toward the east. You sighed, seeing that you lost the whole day. It would be dark not long after you got home. You had wounds, some scraps of both food and yarn and fabric, and less than fifteen dollars for two days. Your scraps of food would be your breakfast before you went foraging. He caught your wrist. “Don’t leave without me. I’m with you until I’m satisfied that you’re safe. Besides, you’re supposed to be taking care of yourself and going easy on that leg.” “I am going easy,” You replied softly, shrinking away slightly when you realized that you had taken the wrong tone with him and that you would probably be punished. “Still, you should let me help you keep the weight off of it. At least part of the way.” He flashed you a smile. You were even more scared now. He had been grumpy all morning, but now he was smiling at you and acting all friendly and charming. So he wanted something, and given the way he stuck close to you, it was easy to guess what it was. But he had seemed against it at Jungkook’s. He received stares at the gate from the hybrids and homeless, but they didn’t even try to approach him or slow him down. They also didn’t slow you down, refraining from their usual catcalls, groping and general unpleasantness. Which meant that the next time you saw them they’d be all over you. One of the women forcefully brushed past you, hissing, “Slut.” Taehyung was glaring at them, but didn’t say a word as you both reached the outer village. You led the way through the village, walking as quickly as you could so that he wouldn’t get bombarded. The villagers were definitely noticing him, but he didn’t seem to notice or care. Thankfully, you passed through the village quickly and traveled down the deserted road. After a ways, you diverged onto an overgrown trail, getting a little bit ahead of him while the path was narrow. He followed wordlessly, catching up once the path widened, and seeming to be in the same good mood he had been in since leaving Jungkook’s. Maybe that meant he’d go easy on you, or be gentle. He tucked his arm under yours, helping you lift the weight off of your leg. If he was aware of his expensive clothing getting dirty, he showed no signs of it. He would glance at you ever now and then, but mostly he looked at the surrounding countryside as it was bathed in the dying light of the sun. Normally you would pause to take it all in, but you still had to get through the tunnel. That wasn’t easy without light at the other end to show where your home was so you wouldn’t run into it face first. When you got to the mouth of the tunnel, stepping onto the long-abandoned tracks, he stopped. “What is that?” “The tunnel. I live on the other side.” “These are train tracks.” “Your point?” You asked, hoping that this wouldn’t be the time where he punished you for your words and tone. He hadn’t lashed out so far, so maybe he didn’t care too much? You entered the tunnel, half-hoping that he would be too scared to enter. He quickly caught your hand. “What if a train comes through?” “There hasn’t been a train in years. They shut them all down.” You silently cursed him for being so brave. What did he want from you? Why couldn’t it have been Jungkook walking you safely home? At least he wasn’t scary and moody. At least he seemed to be gentle and completely against what so many others considered to be fine. Both of your footsteps echoed in the tunnel, and hearing the second set of footstep made your heart ache for the times when you weren’t alone in the world. The times when you were learning how to survive from the tiger-hybrid who seemed so large and safe to someone as small as you. Times when it was so cold that you two curled up together to keep warm and he would make you laugh to get your blood flowing a little more strongly. You should have known something bad would happen without him around to make sure you at least made it home safely. Scare off any man who tried to get near you. Stopped Taehyung from coming to your home. You could see the light at the end of the tunnel as it outlined the train car that you called your home and dread settled into your stomach as you mentally prepared yourself for the inevitable. He followed you out of the tunnel with an amazed sound. You set down the basket and bag and dropped his hand as you went up to the door, using all of your strength and weight to open the door. “Aish! What are you doing?!” He scolded. “Your leg is hurt!” You just looked back at him. “I had to open the door…” You murmured, looking inside your home. He picked up the bag and basket, still looking upset. He stepped up, then followed you in as you backed into your home. You kept your head lowered submissively, but held your hand out for the basket. He was looking around in the dim light. “You live here?” “Yes sir.” He set the basket and bag down on one of the seats, looking around. He moved through your makeshift kitchen, looked at your bedding area, and then around the passenger car with a look you couldn’t read. Because the car was a passenger car, it had been rows of seats with tables in between. Most of those were still there, but towards the the very back the tables had been removed and the seats from the kitchen area had been taken out and adjusted to fit into the space between those seats in the back. Those had been the beds of you and your friend. The kitchen area was lined with sheet metal and stones, with sand as well, to prevent your fire from spreading. The tables that were removed had been turned into shelves for the other areas that had had seats removed for storage. You hadn’t been able to help much, but you had done your best to be helpful by carrying stones, buckets of sand, and looking for useful parts in your wonderland of lost things. You had sewn together scraps of cloth for the curtains on the windows, mended his clothes, and cooked him food. Taehyung was checking the windows, then he examined the doors, giving you an upset look when he felt how hard it was to open and close them. You had grabbed the basket and bag and were putting away your scavenged supplies, except for the money, when he gave you that look. You froze, blinking rapidly at him. He closed the door, then moved over to look at everything on your food shelves, then he came over to where you were sorting scraps of clothing and fabric. He grabbed your jar of scrap yarn and started putting your new yarn scraps into it. You worked silently beside him, darting glances at him. “Is it alright if I use the other bed?” You flinched at his sudden question, then glanced at the beds and nodded. “I’ll make it for you.” He placed his hand on your shoulder. “No, it’s—” You ducked out of his grasp. “Please.” He was quiet, and didn’t try to stop you as you limped over to the beds and started making his bed with the clean blankets and sheets that you had. The best ones that you had because there was no way you were making him use the scrappy blankets. Not that anything you had was great, but there were better ones and worse ones. When you finished he was lighting your lamp and the candles in two of the lanterns. You looked around, realizing that he probably was as hungry as you were and your options for food were scraps and he definitely didn’t want those. Well, there was also the fresh food you had gathered a couple days ago that should still be edible. He was pulling food from the bag you had apparently overlooked him carrying. A loaf of bread, some oranges, and then something that smelled like meat. Sausage. You were amazed you hadn’t smelled it before, but now you did and it made your mouth water. He found your knife and cut the bread, then the sausage. He made a sandwich and held it out to you. You stared at him. He came over and took your hand, putting the sandwich in your hand before heading back and making another for himself. “Do you have cold storage?” You nodded, starting to limp over but he held up a hand to stop you. “Tell me where.” You swallowed hard at his tone, shrinking and pointing toward the door. “Outside, underneath the carriage on the side that’s closest to the tunned. There are stones holding down a metal sheet that’s over it.” He nodded tersely and headed out after wrapping the meat again. You slowly savored the sandwich, the taste of the meat filling your senses and making you wish you could melt into your bed. Fresh meat. Sausage, so technically it wasn’t fresh, but it wasn’t going to go bad anytime soon. But the only meat you’d had in the past year had been from dumpsters. Already partially eaten. Mixed with trash. Taehyung came back in and sat with his own sandwich. “You should rest, Jungkook said to take it easy.” You carefully sat down keeping him in your peripherals but making sure not to look directly at him. “After we eat, I’m gonna need to hit the hay. Had an early morning today.” He was already almost done with his sandwich, looking around the place. “You live here in winter?” “Yes.” He frowned, but didn’t say anything more. You finished your sandwich feeling full for the first time in a while. You were grateful that it didn’t take much to fill you. A few minutes later he stood up and stretched and came over to the bed areas. He looked between your bed and the one you made up for him and he had that same angry look as he had the rest of the day, making you shrink back. He knelt in front of you and you mentally prepared yourself for what was next. He took your hands. “Do you have enough blankets to be warm?” You glanced back at your bed of scrappy blankets, then nodded. He didn’t look convinced, but he nodded. “Alright.” He straightened and took off his suit jacket, seeming to fold it and then drape it over the side of the bed. He looked around and then back at you. “Hey, are those…men’s clothes?” You followed his gaze to the shelves. “Yes.” He went over, looked through them. “Can I borrow some? This isn’t the most comfortable outfit to sleep in.” You nodded, dropping your gaze. “They’re clean.” “Where did you get them?” “They were my friend’s. He’s gone now.” “Where did he go?” You looked up in surprise, staring at him. He met your gaze, his honesty and innocence evident. “He was put down after he got caught picking pockets,” You told him. His eyes widened and he seemed frozen. “Put…down…” You nodded. “I pulled him from the mass grave and buried him in the woods.” He sat down hard. “Your mate?” “No. We were just friends.” “He must have been a large hybrid.” “Siberian Tiger.” He shook his head slowly, sitting down. “Because he picked a pocket…they executed him.” “The blue shirt would be best for you, and on the second shelf up are some softer pants. The gray ones.” You shifted and started carefully moving up your bed to sleep. He didn’t move for another few moments, then you could hear him moving to get the clothing. You adjusted your blankets and curled up, hoping that the blankets trapped enough heat to keep you warm through the night. It was getting chilly and since you hadn’t cooked there wasn’t heat from your cook-fire warming the car. It got quiet after a while, then you felt part of your bed sink. He lay one of the in-tact quilts over you, tucking it around you. “Goodnight, y/n,” He whispered, then went back across the car to his own bed for the night. You didn’t sleep for a while, listening as his breathing eventually evened out and let you know that he was actually asleep, and finally starting to grow warm from the quilt overtop of you trapping the little bit of heat you emitted.

Masterlist. ~ Part 2.

#kim taehyung #reader x taehyung #kim taehyung x reader #bts v #bts fic #train tracks fic #hybrid!au #hybrid!reader #human!taehyung #rich!taehyung #jeon jungkook #cat hybrid!reader #bts #bts x reader

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the-real-anywolf · 5 years ago

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Destiel Advent Calendar 2019

Title: Tangled In Christmas Tree Lights

Tags: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Past Castiel/Inias (mentioned), Claire Novak, AU, Christmas, Fluff, Profound Bond, Sweet, Teacher Dean Winchester

Summary: Cas meets Claire’s PE teacher Dean Winchester for the first time.

Written by: @anyreiart (anyrei)

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21858049

Day 19: Tangled In Christmas Tree Lights

"Dad! We're late!" Claire yelled from downstairs, making Cas startle and nick his cheek as he shaved the rest of his scruff.

“Ouch. Sorry, just a few more minutes!” he yelled back as he pressed a tissue against the bleeding scratch, and continued to quickly shave the rest off.

He could hear Claire clomping up the stairs like an elephant, probably to check on his progress in getting ready. He always wondered how a ten year old girl could manage to be so loud on the stairs, that it equaled a little earthquake.

The bathroom door was kicked open, and Claire greeted him with an angry glare and her hands braced on her hips. “Why are you not ready? You promised you would help with building the set of our play!”

Cas cleaned the rest of the foam from his face and nodded. “Yes, and we will get there… almost in time. I just need my shirt and we can go.”

Claire squinted her eyes at him. “Your hair is a mess! You should try to make a good impression on my new teacher.”

Cas tried to straighten his hair but as always it was a lost cause. “Yeah, what was his name again? Your PE teacher right?”

“Mr. Winchester. Dean Winchester,” Claire replied with an eyeroll, holding out his shirt for him. It was moments like this when he really wished he wasn’t a single Dad trying to balance a full time job and raise a child at the same time. He was a mess at this. He was a mess since Inias had died. It had already been over five years now, and he still hadn’t found his sea legs after his husband had left this hole in Claire’s and his life.

He shrugged his shirt on and buttoned it before he nodded. “Alright. Do you have everything? The glitter, the nails we are supposed to bring.”

Claire grabbed his hand and pulled him to the stairs. “Yes, yes, now come. It’s all in the car. I borrowed your car key to pack everything ahead!”

“You, um, what?”

…. :::: :::: ….

The coffee one of those super moms had brought, just wasn’t cutting it. Cas yawned and stretched his arms over his head as he tiredly watched Claire carrying a bucket with white paint on the auditorium stage. The Nativity play had its premiere in two weeks, and a few parents had offered to help build the sets for the play. Claire had offered Cas without asking, and Cas had promised her he would do it since it seemed important to her, although he was neither skilled with handiwork nor was he in any way a social person. His people skills were more than rusty. In his line of work he rarely needed to talk to people. Working as a forensic pathologist wasn't the most social job. All of his clients were dead.

Cas yawned again thanks to only four hours of sleep the night before, when someone cleared his throat behind him, asking, "Dr. Novak?"

Cas turned around, and it took everything he had not to do a double take. What the…

The man behind him was incredibly attractive. Green eyes with golden flecks in them, a few scattered freckles over his nose and cheeks, and a smile that would make any Hollywood agent weep.

There was an awkward moment where they both just stared at each other, before the man seemed to get over it and held his hand out for Cas, "We haven't met. I'm Dean Winchester, Claire's PE teacher."

Cas shook Dean's hand, maybe a little bit too long. His hands were calloused and strong. "Um, hello… Mr Winchester. It's nice to finally meet you. Claire has talked a lot about you."

Fuck, the guy was hot. It was really hard to look away from him. “Please, call me Dean,” the sex god of a PE teacher replied.

“Cas,” He replied, hoping he wasn’t grinning like an idiot.

At least Dean was smiling back at him and oh boy , that smile was incredibly sexy. “That’s an unusual name.”

“It’s short for Castiel. We were all named after angels in my family,” Cas explained. For a short moment he felt the old familiar pain in his heart, when he was reminded of his husband. When they met, they had bonded over the fact that they were both named after angels.

Dean seemed to have sensed the mood change, because he distracted him with a beautiful smile and an absolutely messed up bundle of christmas tree lights. “Would you help me with this? I think I could really use some angelic assistance untangling this mess.”

Cas snorted and shook his head, “Yeah, I’m no angel, but I will give it a valiant try.”

Dean’s expression turned a little bit shy as he handed over the cable. “Sorry, that was a bad joke. You probably hear it all the time.”

Cas shrugged, trying to give a polite answer. Yes, of course that joke was made to an extent it got annoying, but he didn’t want the sexy teacher to feel bad about it. “It’s alright. I can try to be your guardian angel. But that’s an A level problem there, you probably would have needed demonic assistance, cuz this mess is unholy.”

Dean sighed and started to untangle the cable on the opposite side of Cas. “I was hoping I could wait for a more special occasion to sell my soul.”

“Like a certain angry orange man going to prison for life?” Cas suggested with a grin as he started to drape some of the cable over his wrist that he had successfully freed from a knot.

Dean laughed at that and Cas couldn’t take his eyes off him as his finger stroked over the cable, trying to untie it. “Yeah, that would be a good reason,” Dean replied, holding his gaze.

Cas’s heart was beating faster with the intense staring, He licked over his lips, catching Dean as his gaze flickered down to him. The tension between them was palpable, and went through the roof when Cas’s fingers accidentally stroked over Dean as they untangled the Christmas lights.

There was a little gasp from Dean’s lips, a shy smile before Dean broke the eye contact and looked at the cable. “If I pull here, maybe I could wrap this around me so it doesn’t get entangled again,” he explained thoughtfully.

“It’s worth a try,” Cas suggested, lowering his voice on purpose. He wanted to see if flirting with Dean would get him somewhere.

It ended up being a great idea. Not because they had successfully untangled the cable, but instead somehow had managed to both get entangled in it, basically being bonded together.

Dean hummed and gave Cas an apologetic look, his beautiful face just inches away from him. “That didn’t work.”

“Unless your goal was to trap an angel,” Cas chuckled trying to free at least one of his hands.

He stopped when he noticed Dean staring at him. “Maybe asking you out for coffee is a better method?”

The shy look was incredibly endearing and Cas couldn’t believe his luck. “Um, yes. I happen to know that angels really like going out for coffee.”

“They do?” Dean asked with a raised eyebrow as he lifted the cable over Cas’s head. Cas could feel Dean’s fingertips in his hair.

“Oh yes, especially when the man accompanying them has freckles.” He leaned closer and whispered, “It’s their secret human weakness.”

“That’s good to know,” Dean replied when Cas hung some of the cable over Dean’s shoulder, feeling how hard his muscles were. “Maybe I should try that when we’re free of this cable?”

“I’ve never had a better motivation to untangle Christmas lights,” Cas chuckled as he started to work on untying the knots a little bit faster.

Claire cleared her throat suddenly next to him, her arms crossed over her chest. “Dad! What are you doing with Mr. Winchester?”

Cas really tried not to look like a kid with their fingers in the cookie jar. “Um… we’re having a profound bond?”

Claire gave him a skeptical look, but Dean came to his rescue. “It’s all fine. He’s helping me out of this perdition.”

Claire stared at them for a moment before she squinted her eyes them, ”Alright, I’ll leave you to that. I just came by to tell you that your brother came by with the costumes. The ox costume looks like a moose. It’s a disaster, Mr. Winchester.” She threw her hands in the air and left them tangled in their Christmas lights.

Dean raised his eyebrow at Cas. “We should get out of here before she gets back.”

Cas nodded quickly and held the cable up. “You slip out. I’ll watch over you.”

Dean touched his cheek for a brief moment and it felt like sparks going through his whole body. Dean must have felt it too, because he was smiling at him in awe and surprise. “See you on the other side, Cas.

It was just one little step, ducking under the Christmas light, but it felt like a new beginning. Like change. Maybe it was the change he had been waiting for. To get his life back in order. For the first time in years Cas felt hopeful again.

Maybe it was just a nostalgic Christmas feeling, but when he looked at Dean and the way the man just reciprocated his looks and held them… it felt weird… almost like they already knew each other. Like meeting an old friend and just starting where they had left off.

It felt good.

Dean grinned at him and leaned closer, “Cas, not for nothing, but the last time someone looked at me like that...I got laid.”

“How about the coffee first,” Cas replied with a laugh. Yes definitely very good.

#Destiel Advent Calendar 2019 #fanfiction #Destiel #christmas short fics

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The Hero (Part Four)

Title: The Hero

Sequel/companion piece to The Joker

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Author: Gumnut

12 - 18 Nov 2019

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary: Thunderbird Two, with Virgil and Gordon aboard, is hijacked and stolen. With Virgil injured, it is up to Gordon to save his brother and his ‘bird. Sequel/companion piece to ‘The Joker’. Gordon is far more than he seems.

Word count: 5158

Spoilers & warnings: Violence, WASP!Gordon, Military!Scott, whump, language.

Timeline: Sequel/companion piece to ‘The Joker’.

Author’s note: For @corbyinoz because she has written some magnificent Virgil and Gordon fics and is a great inspiration. Thank you for all your wonderful words.

Well, this chapter took forever and is much longer than the other three. So much plot to manipulate. I hope you enjoy it :D

It started with ‘The Joker’. I got interested in WASP!Gordon and decided to explore his side of the story. Then PLOT happened. Now I have no idea what is going on.

Many thanks to @vegetacide and @scribbles97 for putting up with my crazy.

Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.

-o-o-o-

“We have to get it out of him.” Gordon’s voice bounced about unheard.

The hospital was in an uproar, doctors and security arguing, IR temporarily shoved to one side as the ‘authorities’ determined what to do with the bomb in their midst.

“And who exactly are you asking to risk their lives to do that?” The question came from their chief of security, a brawny man, head shaved with a permanent frown carved into his forehead.

Scott straightened up to his full height, those couple of inches and his stony expression amply compensating for any extra muscle in the room. “Show me what to do, and I’ll do it myself.”

“And what training do you have?”

Blue eyes snapped to the Chief of Medicine. “All IR personnel are trained paramedics, Doctor.”

Gordon’s heart was pounding hard enough to jump out of his chest. Paramedics, yes, but this was surgery...on Virgil.

“What the hell is going on in here?!” A whir of machinery and a blur of white coat and dark hair and Virgil’s principle doctor shot into the room. “Commander Robertson, what are you doing with my patient and why are all these people in his room?”

The Chief of Medicine held up his hands defensively. “Dr Harris, we have a situation.”

“I bloody well think you do. Get all these people the hell out of this room. Mr Tracy does not need...what do you think you’re doing?! You are not moving him!”

“Doctor! The man has a bomb inside him that could destroy this entire hospital.”

“I don’t care if he has a bloody nuke inside him. He is my patient and moving him like that could damn well kill him.” She shot over to the nervous orderly and shoved him out of the way, revealing an IV knotted in the bed frame and pulling on not only Virgil’s venous catheter, but also dislodging his oxygen supply.

Scott was moving. Gordon frowned and grabbed his arm. Wait a moment.

The furious doctor untangled the medical equipment and checked Virgil was comfortable, her fingers deftly checking his responses.

Virgil didn’t respond at all.

“Get out.” Her voice was sharp.

“Doctor Harris-“

“Need I remind you why you called me in, Commander?”

“Doctor Harris!”

She straightened as much as she could in her hoverchair, her eyes steely, her lips thin.

“He must be evacuated to a safe location.”

“He will be.” And Gordon’s sister stalked in through the door. The aquanaut stared as every man present stepped back to make room for her. Tin’s expression was like a battering ram. “Commander Robertson, a moment please.”

The Chief of Medicine approached her warily. Gordon didn’t quite hear what his sister said to the man, but the shock on his face was followed by a command that dismissed everyone.

The room emptied for all except Scott, Gordon, Kayo, Doctor Harris, Robertson, and, of course, his unconscious brother.

It still felt cramped.

“Commander, time is short. My brother needs help. Can you provide it?” Kayo’s eyes were fiery.

“I cannot ask any of my staff to risk their lives-“

“For god’s sake, Ray, do you have any idea who these people are? How many lives they have saved?”

The man spun on the spot and glared at the doctor. “I will not risk this hospital and all the people in it for one man. We save as many lives as they do.”

Beside Gordon, Scott stiffened even more. “Tell us what needs to be done!”

Pale blue eyes set in even paler skin turned to Scott and targeted him. “Mr Tracy.” She glanced back at Virgil a moment before moving around the end of the bed. A flick of controls and the hoverchair lifted her a little higher in order to come face to face with the IR Commander. “Virgil needs an upper endoscopy. A camera and micro tools will need to be passed down his oesophagus. There is a possibility part of his oesophageal lining will need to be cut and sutured in order to remove the device.” Her eyes flashed and Gordon was ever so glad he wasn’t the one they were aimed at. “Do you think your skills reach that far?”

“Do I have a choice, Doctor?” Scott was a picture of tension. “And the longer we sit here talking about it the higher the chance I lose my brother.”

“You can’t operate in this hospital.”

Robertson jumped as Kayo turned to face him again. “We can evacuate to Thunderbird Two and fly to a remote area to perform the operation, or to...” Her voice drifted off into a silent room, her eyes catching her brothers’.

Gordon’s heart stopped and he glanced at his wan co-pilot. “Screw this, we need to get moving. Scott, are we go?”

His big brother was as pale as the sheets his brother was wrapped in. Voice firm but parched. “We are go.”

“Not on my watch, you’re not.” Doctor Harris glared at both of them. “He’s my patient.” A glance up and down at Scott. “You can be my nurse.” She turned to the other doctor in the room. “Ray, I need your endoscopy equipment.”

“Em, you are not a gastroenterologist and you are not operating in this hospital!”

“God, Ray, you can shove your bloody hospital where the sun doesn’t shine. It’s not like I want to come back here after this fiasco. And no, I’m not a specialist, but I do have enough emergency surgery experience to have shoved just enough instruments in just enough orifices to know what the hell I am doing. Apparently, I’m all these poor blokes have since you’re showing your true colours. Give me the damned equipment and I will help this man on a plane in the middle of nowhere if I have to.”

“Em, this is your life!”

“And it is worth less than his! Move your ass!”

Robertson looked about ready to explode, but a shift in stance by Kayo had him glance over at the Tracys before skittering out of the room.

He left silence behind him.

Until a whir of hoverjets and Doctor Harris turned back to Scott so abruptly, her thin and limp legs shook in their harness. “If we are going to do this, we will need to be fast.”

Scott shifted his feet. “We can do fast.”

-o-o-o-

The night grew late and Gordon found himself slouching into the couch. Virgil had been the principle injured brother in the incident, but Gordon had his fair share of bruises and the aftermath had been a major strain. Not to mention the alcohol he had consumed.

It was catching up.

“Mister Gordon, you should listen to your body.” Kyrano sat calmly on the couch beside him, far too upright and calm for Gordon’s liking.

“K, I’m fine.” But a pair of blue eyes had targeted him and he knew he was going to be nagged to bed at any moment. “And drop the ‘mister’, it makes you sound like a servant or something.”

“A simple sign of respect, Mister Gordon.”

Gordon groaned. “Yes, Mister Kyrano.”

“‘Master’ would be more applicable in that instance.”

The aquanaut stared at him. Kyrano’s expression was completely serious...except for the tiniest of curve of his lips.

“God, you’re still an ass.”

“Respect, Mister Gordon, goes a long way. You should remember that.”

It had been a long time since the first ‘mister’. Hell, Gordon couldn’t have been more than six years old the first time the security specialist had addressed him that way. As a kid, it was ego-chuffing. As an adult it was a little uncomfortable. The Tracys might be billionaires, but no one was beneath them. Except perhaps the Hood. He was beneath everyone.

Gordon blinked.

“He’s your brother.” It came out without thought. The news of Kayo’s relationship to their nemesis was a couple of years old now, but they hadn’t encountered Kyrano during that time.

His former teacher did not react other than a brief flicker in those green eyes. “Half-brother.”

“What’s the story?”

“Gordon-“ Scott was cut off as Kyrano held up his hand.

“Bela Gaat, was born of my mother, against her will, during a time she and our family prefer not to discuss. Suffice to say, he is my older half-brother whose heritage differs considerably from my own.”

“Bela Gaat.” The name fell from Scott’s lips like a gasped curse. “You’ve known who he is all this time.” It wasn’t a question, but it was.

Green eyes met blue, unflinching. “And what power has his name? Can it stop him from hunting your family?”

Internally, Gordon sighed as Scott visibly flared. “Any information would have helped, Kyrano.”

“If it had, I would have given it to you.”

“What else do you know?”

“Not enough.”

“K, please.” All chances of sleep now gone, Gordon struggled to find the energy this discussion suddenly needed.

Green eyes turned to him and for the first time in his life, Gordon saw vulnerability beyond the steel.

Shit.

“I was not aware of his existence until shortly after Tanusha was born. He came to us, needing assistance. For some time, he dwelt with our family as a brother and an uncle. It was a pleasant for a while.” Those eyes darted between the two Tracys. “I regret my kindness more than you will ever know.”

“What happened?” It was like watching a car crash. He couldn’t look away.

“Tanusha lost her mother, her grandfather and, to a certain extent, her father.” Lips thinned. “Jeff Tracy was her saviour. And ultimately, Bela took him, too.”

A silence followed that statement. Gordon simply staring, his brain tumbling with permutations. Beside him Scott was stiff as a board.

“The man is a curse to all he touches. You will always be Mister Gordon and Mister Tracy as I owe you more than you will ever know.”

-o-o-o-

Only the man unconscious in his ‘bird’s medbay could have landed Thunderbird Two more gently than Scott did in the middle of the Simpson Desert. Outside the temperatures soared, but Two’s life support denied it any impact on the atmosphere inside the great green ‘bird.

Gordon felt her landing struts touch sand and rock from within the medbay. He had been conscripted as a nurse, Doctor Harris giving sharp and clear instructions during the short flight across half the Australian continent. Gordon had no doubt Penny had had to talk fast to get them access to the nearest vacant space, IR emergency codes likely stretched to the limit. John had sworn over comms at least once as the Australian authorities were not happy accepting an unknown incendiary device onto their turf.

John and Penny made it happen. They could smooth ruffled feathers later.

He just hoped they were fast enough.

The doctor had an array of equipment deployed around his brother. She was remarkably fast. He had never seen a hoverchair so deftly manipulated at such speed.

“Gordon, please secure your brother’s restraints. We can’t risk anaesthesia with what is already in his system. He’s out cold, but I can’t guarantee he will stay that way.”

The aquanaut stared at her for a second before shaking himself and doing as she bade. Virgil was propped on his side in preparation for the operation, not the optimal position for restraint, but they had to make do.

His brother’s hands were cold in his as he immobilised them. Straps across his arms, around his chest, legs and ankles, each strap tightening Gordon’s throat further. He prayed Virgil would sleep through it all. The thought of his brother waking up in the middle of the operation...

God, please no. Please don’t hurt him any further.

“Are you okay?” Pale eyes were assessing him.

“I’m fine.”

“You were injured during the incident.”

“Superficial.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

“Focus on Virgil. He needs you more than I do.”

Those eyes fixed on him a moment longer and he got the distinct impression he had been added to the list of ‘her patients’. The thought was mildly alarming.

Scott barrelled into the room, Kayo a step behind him. “We’re down and secured. Are we ready?”

Doctor Harris straightened. “We’re ready.”

The words were said and it all just happened. Masks were donned, hands were sterilised and surgically gloved, gowns were shoved over baldric-less uniforms and Gordon found himself handing instruments to a focussed Doctor Harris. He watched as the endoscope was fed down his brother’s throat and he shut down his emotional responses, letting calm settle as he distanced himself from what was happening before him.

Scott’s steely expression as he sat at Virgil’s head, monitoring his breathing, reflected the pain ignored in Gordon’s gut.

Above his prone brother, the endoscope display scrolled along Virgil’s oesophageal lining.

“I’m getting signal interference.” The doctor frowned.

“John.” Scott said his brother’s name and the response was immediate, the display clearing abruptly. “Thank you, Thunderbird Five.”

And there it was. The tiny bomb flickered once on the display. “Ask your Eye in the Sky for a reading on the capsule stability.” Harris’ voice was calm and sharp.

“Thunderbird Five, take instruction from Doctor Harris. Loop into the scanner.” A pause. “Deploy Eos, if necessary.”

“FAB.” John’s voice was its usual clear and calm balm. “Doctor Harris, capsule stability is poor.” A pause as John flickered numbers above the table, his holographic form blinking in beside them. “I don’t think forceps are an option.”

“Then we’ll have to cut it out.”

Gordon swallowed in sympathy.

“Doctor, you are going to have to prevent it from travelling further into his digestive system.”

“I am well aware of that, Thunderbird Five.”

It was odd hearing that callsign uttered by someone other than a member of International Rescue.

Gordon stared at the display. A flicker of medical shielding and a microlaser shot out, slicing into his brother. A glance down at Virgil, his skin was still pale, his mouth held open by a surgical guard, a cap covering his hair, Scott’s hand resting gently on his head.

It suddenly occurred to Gordon that these minutes could quite well be their last. One wrong move and that pill inside his brother would take them all. He should be alarmed, fearful, but he wasn’t. He stared at his eldest brother’s fingers laying gently on Virgil’s head and he knew he was exactly where he needed to be. There would regrets. For the doctor, for his sister, his brothers and those left behind. But not for himself. He would die doing what he was meant to do.

And then he’d hunt down the bastards who did this to his brother and haunt their asses to death.

Or insanity. Have them jumping at shadows and drooling on the carpet. That might be more satisfying.

The laser cauterised as it cut, the medical shielding inching over the gap to prevent gastric leakage.

“Get your lockbox ready.”

Kayo moved from the other side of the room, a containment capsule in hand. Inside was a specimen dish. Harris retracted the endoscopic tool, a tiny part of his brother held in its clawed tip. The bomb sat cushioned in flesh. The doctor placed it ever so carefully in the dish and Kayo closed the capsule.

The capsule wouldn’t contain the explosion if it was triggered, but it did prevent jostling of its contents.

Kayo was out the door. Scott caught Gordon’s eyes as he rose to his feet, his hand still gentle on Virgil’s head. And his big brother was moving. “I’ll launch as smoothly as I can, but it won’t be perfect.”

“You worry about flying, I’ll worry about my patient, Commander.” The doctor didn’t even look up, her eyes focussed on the micro-sutures she was stitching.

Scott’s fingers touched Virgil’s head one more time, ever so gently, and he, too, left the room.

“We need to move fast. With that bomb went whatever drug was keeping your brother under. I do not want him waking up in this situation.”

They were fast enough.

Kayo got the bomb out of Thunderbird Two and onto the desert sands where she left it. Scott got them off the ground before it could explode. Harris finished her suturing and got the endoscope out of his brother before he could stir.

The Australian authorities got bomb disposal out to the Simpson Desert and contained the fallout.

Penny got to have afternoon tea with the Prime Minister.

Thunderbird Two returned to Wellington, however Doctor Harris demanded they attend Wellington Hospital rather than returning to the military complex. Her scorn of Ray Robertson was rather extensive and Gordon had suspicions that there was more to that equation than she was letting on.

But he didn’t care. He got to sit beside Virgil and watch a pair of dopey brown eyes finally open and focus on him.

“Hey, Virgil.”

“G’don.” A slow blink. “He c’n’t have you, n’t gonna let him.” And those eyes slipped closed again.

Gordon slumped in his seat before reaching out and touching his brother’s hair. Dark strands slipped through his fingers.

Quietly. “No, Virg, I know you won’t.”

-o-o-o-

Scott was called off on Tracy Industries business the next morning...the last few days of neglect due to Virgil’s injuries now needing to be compensated for. So, it was Gordon and John who spent the next day running through Tracy Island’s security with Kyrano. Brains was called in when necessary, but he was clearly uncomfortable with the specialist and made himself scarce as soon as possible.

Kyrano ignored him.

“What’s the sensor rotational period?”

Gordon raised an eyebrow. “You know that. We argued over it extensively and you won.”

“Refresh my memory.”

“One fiftieth of a second.”

“Increase it.”

“What?”

“You have a window enough to slip a missile through.” The Malay’s expression was solemn.

“There is no missile that can breach that period.”

“That you know of.”

Gordon stared at him. “The energy expenditure will double.”

“Better than losing half an island.”

Gordon continued to stare. “Okay, I��ll speak to Brains and Kayo.” Tin’s absence spoke volumes. It was likely she was performing her own assessments, but he could almost guarantee she was listening in. There was no way she was going to compromise the Island’s security because of a tiff with her father. She’d listen in and make her own decisions.

“Her name is Tanusha.”

“Her name is whatever she wants it to be.” Gordon sighed. “C’mon, K, what are we going to do about these Null people? They hurt Virg bad.”

Green eyes fastened on him. “How is he? I have yet to see him.”

“Sleeping. He has a lot of recovery to get through.”

“I hope to see him later today. He might have some intel on those who captured you.”

Gordon held up a hand. “K, no, don’t.”

“Mister Gordon, we need every bit of information we can gather.”

“We have enough. Virgil doesn’t remember much at all.”

“Yet you chose to hide what he does remember from me.”

“For personal reasons! Nothing of a security nature.”

“Everything is important.”

“No, K, just no! Leave Virgil alone.” His brother had gone through enough. “Anything you need to know can come from me. I was conscious the entire time.”

Kyrano eyed him. “Why do you feel the need to protect Mister Virgil from me? I mean him no harm. And our relationship has been well tended over the years. We correspond regularly.”

Gordon stared. “You do?”

“Most certainly, Mister Virgil has been in contact for many years.” An arched eyebrow. “Unlike some.”

“I didn’t know that.” Really? Virgil had never mentioned any regular contact with Gordon’s mentor. What had they spoken about?

“Perhaps if you put more effort into communication in general, you would know.”

The stare turned into a narrow-eyed glare. “Communication takes two, K. I haven’t heard a thing from you. So, apparently, you’ll speak to my brother, but not me. Got an answer for that?”

Those green eyes held him for a moment before looking away. “Life is far from perfect, Mister Gordon.”

“Hah! Philosophical wank, K, is not an answer.” Okay, so it did hurt. Of all his brothers, Gordon thought he had connected the most with their security specialist. At least until he disappeared on them.

“Sometimes there is no answer.” It was said somewhat wistfully and for a moment sadness passed over the man’s face only to be quickly pushed aside.

Gordon frowned. “K?”

His mentor straightened, his posture ramrod. “Sensor density?”

Lips thinned, Gordon’s eyes caught Kyrano’s challenging him. But as always, the older man was dominant and a flicker of an eyebrow had his protege turning back to the instrumentation. “Five per thousand metres, but overlap is considerable.”

Kyrano sighed. “ More, Mister Gordon, you cannot afford to compromise.”

A sigh. “How did I know you were going to say that?”

-o-o-o-

“C’mon, Virgil, I know you’re in there. Time to wake up.”

His brother had slept and slept. Doctor Harris said it was normal. Hell, Virgil slept like the dead when perfectly healthy, but it had been over a day and both Gordon and Scott needed the reassurance that their brother was with them.

Best way to do that was the same way he did it when the man crashed on the couch at home.

“Viiiiiiiirgiiiiiiiil.”

The man’s eyes shot open and glared at him. “What?!”

Wow. Poke the bear and you get snarled at. “Ooh, welcome back to the land of the living. Nice entrance.”

“Gordon, what the hell? Let me sleep.”

“Nope.”

He watched as Virgil drifted and, for a moment, he thought he had lost him again. But those eyes opened and stared at the world around him with an awareness that Gordon hadn’t seen in days.

God, it was a relief.

“Why am I in hospital?”

He saw the dots connect and he was reaching out as Virgil shot up yelling about a trap. Scott, sitting on the other side of the bed caught their brother the same time Gordon did. The engineer wobbled where he sat and they lowered him back down to the bed.

“Take it easy, Virgil, you’ve been through quite a bit.” The moment Scott spoke, Virgil’s attention narrowed on their eldest brother. Gordon could have been offended, but really, that was just the way things were. They all looked to Scott for guidance, but none more so than Virgil.

“What happened?”

“What do you remember?”

Virgil spouted off the basics and then, thank god, he ran out of specifics. “A fight. I lost?”

Scott hesitated a second, Virgil didn’t appear to notice. “We think so. You have quite a lot of bruising, a couple of cracked ribs and two head injuries.”

Gordon frowned and Scott shot him a look that clearly said ‘shut up’.

“Two?”

“Yeah, and you also had a bloodstream full of some nasty chemicals. They drugged you pretty bad. Took the doctors some time to identify with exactly what. You’ve been mostly out of it for a couple of days.”

“Days?!”

“You were unconscious for most of it.”

Brown eyes darted back and forth between the two brothers and frowned. “Most of it?”

“Yeah.”

That gaze narrowed once again on Scott. His brother glanced at Gordon again, before looking at his watch.

Virgil caught the shift in gaze and frowned even more. “What did I do?”

“Nothing of importance.” Scott finally made eye contact with Virgil.

“Like what?” Their brother had a history of bad reactions to medications and there was a familiar worry in those eyes. Scott’s omission of certain details became clear. He was distracting Virgil by planting the suspicion that he had done something outlandish while out of it.

Well, he had, really, but there was no way Gordon was going to make fun of his brother’s faith in him. Not on pain of death.

“There was some delirium. Look, Virgil, you were ill. Don’t worry about it.”

Virgil was obviously suspicious and no doubt they would have to come up with something in the short term. At least until Virgil was ready to hear the truth. A truth Scott had obviously decided to keep to himself for the moment.

“How did we get out?”

Scott shifted Virgil’s attention in his direction. “Gordon got you out.”

And those brown eyes latched onto Gordon with that same faith he’d seen in that hangar. It should be funny. It should be something he could rib his brother about. But no.

It chilled him.

So, he threw it away with humour, ducking out of the questions with flippancy and misdirection. So much misdirection that Virgil, even in his half-awake state realised something was wrong and peppered him with questions about his health.

The faith turned to worry and the world righted itself. His big brother taking his place once again and checking up on him.

“He’s fine, Virgil. Stop worrying.” Scott’s exasperation was obvious, emphasised by a glare shot in Gordon’s direction. “He’s just being Gordon...and if he doesn’t stop, I’m going to kick his ass.”

Gordon froze.

Those brown eyes flicked back to him and the faith appeared again. “You got us out of there.”

“That I did.”

“Thank you.”

“Anytime, bro.” He forced a grin under that admiring gaze. I’m the goofball brother, remember? “Anytime.”

The soft smile that appeared on Virgil’s face almost broke him. But those brown eyes were closing again.

“Go back to sleep, Virgil.” Despite himself, he reached out and rested his hand on his brother’s arm.

“Knew you could do it.” It was whispered and his brother’s eyes did not open again.

Well, shit.

Virgil’s breathing shifted into the soft regularity of sleep, but Gordon just sat there and stared.

-o-o-o-

“What I want to know, Colonel Casey, is why International Rescue was not informed that we could expect an attack on one of our vessels.”

Colonel Casey’s hologram could not have been standing straighter, but that was nothing unusual. “And I, Commander, would like to know how you discovered that information.”

Brown eyes met blue and Gordon swore there was a flash in the air where their energies fought each other. Scott stood next to him equally ramrod straight, fury in his stance. “I think that is rather redundant now, Colonel, since I have two operatives injured due to a neglect in communications.”

“Scott, you need to rein in Thunderbird Five. The damage your brother did to the GDF network is not something I can cover up.”

“I’m not asking you to cover up anything, Colonel. John did nothing to your network. We have our sources. We don’t need to hack your systems to discover a truth we should have been told long before it put a Tracy in the hospital.”

Okay, technically Scott wasn’t lying. Eos hacked the GDF, Eos found the information and she could be considered a source...technically.

Scott and Gordon were alone in the comms room. Virgil still hadn’t left his suite. Gordon had checked on his earlier and found him still fast asleep. He wasn’t going to disturb that sleep. Alan had taken Grandma to the mainland for a supply run...otherwise known as a distraction enough to keep their matriarch out of the kitchen and come back with plenty of edibles. That left Brains in his lab and Kayo and Kyrano prowling around each other in the security offices.

Gordon chose to keep well out of that and the moment Scott finished his conference call with Tracy Industries, he joined him in what was looking to be the confrontation of the century between the GDF and IR.

“Do you expect me to believe that, Commander?” Casey’s voice had lost all the godmother and had an edge of steel.

“I expect to be reliably informed of any danger to my operatives, Colonel.”

The ranks being tossed around had Gordon wanting to dig up his lieutenant bars in self-defence.

“Commander, we had our reasons for withholding the information. Our relationship has a certain amount of trust in it. I had hoped you would consider that before questioning.”

“Virgil nearly died. He had a bomb in his throat that didn’t explode simply through pure chance!”

That did it. The colonel’s expression flickered for a moment, like a broken holosignal, and their horrified godmother peeked through.

But only for a moment.

“Commander, the decision was made for a valid reason.”

“And what reason is that?”

“That International Rescue has been compromised.”

Gordon froze. “What?”

Those brown eyes flickered to him, their gaze scanning the bruises on his face, no doubt. Aunt Val’s shoulders settled a little. “The group call themselves ‘Null’, they claim their aim is to end the war between the Chaos Crew and International Rescue.”

“We know that.” Scott’s voice gave no ground.

“A source advised us that an attack was planned, but we had very little detail. It was our hope that we would be able to respond quickly enough with that intel.”

“You didn’t.” So, so cold. “And despite our team’s sacrifices, you failed to capture a single perpetrator. In fact, if it wasn’t for a civilian doctor in a military hospital that refused to assist us, Virgil would be dead.”

Why Gordon was feeling so distant from events that had so intimately involved him, he didn’t know. Scott’s fury was a volcanic presence beside him, threatening to take out everything in its path. In contrast, Gordon felt cold, more like a glacier than a lava flow. Cold, still, but ultimately inevitable.

“How are we compromised?” Gordon’s voice sounded inadequate against the gravity of the question.

Again, that brown gaze caught his. “A known associate of International Rescue has been identified as a major player in the Null group. It was decided that it was unsafe to notify you of our knowledge in case the information was leaked to that person.”

A shift of his feet. “Leaked to who?”

-o-o-o-

Virgil woke in pain.

But that was nothing unusual. His ribs ached and there was the nastiness deep in his throat. Swallowing hurt.

At least his head had stopped aching. All he had to contend with there was the fog, which, no doubt, would double once his brothers worked out he was awake and delivered his pain medication.

Ugh.

It sucked to be him.

He rolled over and his whole body complained. Maybe drugs would be a good idea. He reached for his comms.

There was a knock at the door.

Speak of the devil? “Come in?” His voice came out dry and parched and it set him coughing, something he shouldn’t be doing.

The moment blurred as his body shook. A hand landed in his hair and he leant into it until he could get his breathing under control.

His eyes were teary and he had to blink to clear them, looking up expecting to see Scott frowning down at him.

It wasn’t Scott.

“Kyrano?”

“Hello, Mister Virgil.”

-o-o-o-

End Part Four

Part Five

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Gordon Tracy #Scott Tracy #John Tracy #Virgil Tracy #em harris #the joker and the hero

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go elf yourself

Title: go elf yourself

Rating: PG

Pairing: Nora Darhk/Ray Palmer aka Darhkatom

Warnings: None

Summary/Notes: Nora Darhk pulls out her elf costume every year to get her through the holidays, this Christmas though, she meets a special person who could help change her life for the better. (Modern AU)

Day one of the 2019 edition of 25 days of Darhkatom! Feel free to click the through the tag to see last year’s! Basically, like last year, I will be posting all loosely related (unless stated otherwise) fics for 25 days straight!

ao3 link: here

Nora was starting to feel like her ‘starving artist’ motif was getting old. This realization would’ve been much to her parents chagrin, god rest their souls. She’d done a lot of odd jobs to pick up extra cash: dog walker, Swyft driver, and now that the Christmas season was upon them: she was pulling out that damn elf costume. Sure she’d broken it in enough that it was no longer itchy and she loved seeing the kids light up at meeting Santa, yeah, but she didn’t like when the parents would force their kids for a dumb picture they wouldn’t remember, and pay, honestly in her opinion, far too much for one stupid picture.

But it would pay her bills until the new year, combined with watching her friends John and Gary’s cat, Cleo, while they honeymooned in the Swiss Alps, and that’s all that mattered.

Nora shuffled into the mall and listened to her boss debrief yeah yeah yeah there’d be two Santas this year because of pay cuts it was cheaper to pay two at less hours than one for all. Nora stopped listening and re-familiarized herself with the camera, she wished she had enough money to spare for even a basic model of one of those, her hands itching to get back into photography full time.

Finally after redundant training, the workshop was open. Kids and parents lined up to see Santa, an older gentleman who’d done the job for years. She went through the motions for a full two hours until she heard her name.

“NORA! You’re back again this year!”

Nora smiled cordially at her friend Mona who did this job every winter she had. “I am!”

“I’m so excited!” Mona bounced up and down, the jingle bells on her outfit bouncing with her.

“Could you go excitedly redirect the line?”

Mona nodded and sets off getting the line in order.

There’s a full week of this routine before Nora’s life completely changed.

“UNCLE RAY!!! Cmon!!! Santa’s gonna leave before we get to the front!” Nora heard a boy’s voice whine. She looked up to see through the crowd, a boy no older than six tugging on the arm of a man she couldn’t see.

“Yeah uncle Ray! Mom and dad always get here waaaaayyyy earlier!” Another whined.

Nora rolled her eyes and got back to work, at least when the boys get to the front they won’t be pitching a fit about seeing Santa.

It’s about a half hour later when she spotted them and looked up at the face of their Uncle Ray.

And holy mother of baby Jesus, this Uncle Ray is what she’d like to unwrap come Christmas morning.

“Can they get pictures individually and together? Their parents usually do that.”

Nora nodded, vaguely recognizing the boys from years past. “Sure thing.”

The boys scurried up to Santa as Mona animatedly explained the packages to Uncle Ray. Nora instructed the boys accordingly to get individual and then a shot with the two of them.

“This job seems like fun.” Ray said, and Nora realizes, to her.

“Umm yeah I guess! Lines can get a little nuts but Mona is super helpful.”

“Are you always behind the camera.”

“Most of the shift but sometimes Mona is.”

“So they allow you to take breaks? Have lunch?”

“Yeah what do you think we aren’t allowed to sit down our whole shift?”

“No…”

“This job is a lot harder when the pictures don’t sync, when the camera malfunctions, I have to exhaust all options before calling IT or else I’m in hot water. This is a complex job. It’s hard wrangling kids, making them look at the camera, and parents aren’t always nice and neither are the kids.”

“Lady I’m sorry I didn’t…”

“You didn’t think yeah, please take your nephews if you’re not gonna get a package and go elf yourself alright?”

Ray tried to hide a laugh.

“What?” Nora asked with the threat level of an angry bunny.

“An elf is telling me to go elf myself. It’s just funny.”

“Funny?”

Ray can’t stop laughing and Nora realized how ridiculous this whole thing is. She’s burned out from snapping pictures and asks Mona to switch out so she can go on a break. She shuffled with her tinsel between her legs over to Ray once the boys have their photos.

“I’m sorry I snapped.”

“It’s okay. Even elves have their limits.”

Nora glared.

“Sorry last elf joke!”

“Did your nephews enjoy themselves?”

The boys flanking Ray nodded. “Yeah especially when you yelled at Uncle Ray it was really funny!”

Nora’s cheeks flushed red. “Oh umm well.”

“Do it again!”

Nora shook her head. “Sorry boys I try to not lose my temper.”

“Awwwww.” They whined.

“Do elves take hot cocoa breaks?”

Nora looked up at him and Ray retracts.

“Okay that was the last one, sorry it was my lame attempt at asking you out.”

The boys next to them gasped and cover their mouth in scandal and Nora smiled. “As long as you don’t mind that I put caramel drizzle on top.”

“Not at all.”

xxxx

It’s a few days later that Nora finally works a shift with the new Santa. She eyed him, he’s clearly wearing a fake beard, so he’s not old enough to sport the natural face hair of a Santa. She nudged Mona.

“What’s this Santa’s deal?”

“Oh he’s super nice! I haven’t talked to him much but he’s really nice.”

“Why did they hire a young Santa?”

“Most of the kids can’t tell and the ones that do we tell Santa shaved his beard but didn’t want to scare the kiddos.”

Nora eyed her in suspicion. When there’s a break in the day she shuffled over to Santa. She checked her phone, noting no text from Ray. After she’d formally introduced herself over cocoa with him and his nephews, they had exchanged numbers. They’d been texting non stop but today? Silence.

Nora sighed and Santa patted the space next to him. She slumped down.

“Ho ho ho, my elf, what’s got you so blue this Christmas? Is it something a wish to Santa can fix?”

Nora smiled and stared down at her lap. “I don’t know if you can fix this one, Santa, I’m just missing someone which is silly because I haven’t known them for very long.”

“A person can mean everything to you in a matter of days. And that’s quite alright.”

“I think he’s some big tech higher up, I’m just a loser artist, I don’t have a shot in…” she looked around at the passing children, “heck.”

Santa belly laughs again and pats her leg. “I think I can work some of my Santa magic for you, my dear, just you wait.”

She only had to wait a few more hours, after the mall closed. She cashed out the drawers when she heard someone behind her.

“We just closed for the night Santa will be back tomorrow.”

“I’m actually looking for the cutest elf in Santa’s workshop.”

Nora smiled wide, hearing Ray’s voice, she turned around and her breath left her. There he stood, half dressed in a Santa suit, holding his hat and beard in his hand. “You’re the other Santa? Why? Aren’t you like stupid rich?”

“I’m doing this for free so the other Santa who is getting up there in age, can have days off so it’s better on his joints. He gets all my pay though.”

Nora gasped. “Ray… so wait that means you heard…”

“You talking about missing me? Sorry I ran late this morning and well I was doing this all day.”

Nora nodded. “Right yeah… gosh I feel like such an idiot.”

“Don’t.” Ray takes her hand. “Don’t feel like an idiot because I’ve been missing you.”

“Well I’ve been right here all day.”

“But I haven’t been able to do this.” Ray cupped her cheeks in his hands and kissed her softly.

Nora smiled after the kiss breaks. “Is Santa allowed to kiss one of his elves?”

Ray rolled his eyes playfully. “I can stop.”

“Don’t you dare.” Nora poked him in the chest.

“I’m gonna make this the best Christmas you’ve ever had.”

“So does that mean you’re like one-up yourself every Christmas?”

Ray playfully dipped her. “You bet your ass I will.”

Two Years Later

“Did you set the timer?”

“Of course I did what kind of photographer do you think I am?” Nora rushed back over to her family and pulled Tori into her lap so she’s sitting between her and Ray. The baby clapped happily as Nora gently bounced her, counting down until the very last second and stopping so they get a good picture. Nora went to the camera and played back the pictures, they finally got a good one! Nora waved Ray over with Tori in his arms and smiles.

“Looks great, babe.” Ray kissed the top of her head. Nora took their one year old in her arms and kissed Ray properly.

“Thanks, think it’s good enough to use for the website?”

“Absolutely. Have I told you how proud I am of you?”

“Mmmm not today.”

“Well I’m so incredibly proud of you. You’ve come so far.”

“And managed to grow two humans while running a photography business!”

“Nora, we only have one… wait… are you saying…” Ray’s eyes grew wide.

Nora grinned and nodded. “I know you like to one up on Christmas but I couldn’t help myself. Apparently neither could you.” She elbowed him playfully.

“I love you. So much.” Ray kissed her and Tori fussed between them.

“Aww don’t like mama kissing Santa Claus, baby girl?” Nora kissed all over Tori’s face instead, making the girl giggle. “Gonna be a big sister!”

“Does this mean we can do family photos next year with us as Santa and Mrs. Claus and them as tiny elves?”

Nora let out a small laugh. “Sure babe. Why not.”

“Good cause they can’t know Santa fell in love with an elf. Might ruin his street cred.” Ray grinned cheekily.

Nora elbowed him again. “Oh go elf yourself.”

#darhkatom #ray palmer #nora darhk #legends of tomorrow #fanfic #mine #25 days of darhkatom

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