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gucciwins · 3 years ago

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off the record

a small mishap and puppies

Word count: 4797

A/N: hello friends! i hope you're enjoying bel and harry's story so far. i am enjoying writing it and this part might have one of my favorite scenes i've written for them. do not fret there is more to come <3

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warnings: slight angst

love on tour series // previous part

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

It's been a few cities since you woke up alone. Harry liked having you close and spending time with you. He especially liked knowing he'd wake up and you'd be the first thing he saw.

Well, not this time.

You needed a moment alone after finding out that Harry's tour would no longer be ending in Los Angeles and instead be going on for an extra week through the day before Thanksgiving.

You weren't upset he added a new show because he did have to reschedule; you just didn't like finding out online when he clearly knew about it for some time. New work for you is not starting until the new year, and he happily assumed you'd be okay with joining, which you would be if he talked out. You don't always spend Thanksgiving with Naomi, but the plan this year had been set already.

As you lay in bed knowing you have to get up for your interview, you think back to your conversation with Harry.

A day off to stay in and sleep. That's all you wanted to do. No amount of begging would get you out of bed from watching movies and napping the day away. The constant travel has thrown you off, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy it.

Harry had told you he had work to do with Jeff and that he'd be back later so that both of you could have a late lunch together. You told him you'd be here, gesturing to the queen-sized bed you've been sharing, the vacant room across from you unused.

You had just finished another episode of Derry Girls, a favorite show of yours that you liked rewatching. Your phone had started going off a few minutes ago, and honestly, you wanted to ignore it, but something told you to check.

Naomi

Thanksgiving in Arkansas?

Arkansas, what did she mean by that. You'd be going to her this year, unlike last year where you spent it in France alone with your crew who did not celebrate even less when in another country.

You go onto Instagram hoping that'd give you answers, and the answer is looking at you with a post from Harry's team stating the rescheduled Houston show and a new show in Little Rock, Arkansas. That is what Naomi meant with her text.

You sat there on the hotel bed, feeling confused. Harry clearly knew what he was announcing today but did not bring it up once. He did not ask if you would be okay with an extra week past Los Angeles as he had initially told you. You weren't mad he had more shows; no, of course not you were proud of him. His tour was so loved by all, and if he could give it to others, who were to say anything.

As somebody with family expecting you home for the first time in months, that was something you needed to wrap your head around that you would not be seeing them until after the holiday because you wouldn't dare try to get a flight during that week knowing the prices were spiked up three times their average prices. Thanksgiving week was the worst week to travel, and you've learned that the hard way a few years ago.

You decided to text Naomi back.

Y/N

would it be weird to say i just found out? xx

Naomi

Very.

He didn't bring it up?

Y/N

no. xx

Naomi

You're upset.

Y/N

yeah, but we'll talk it out. xx

Naomi

So I should let my mom know not to set your place this year.

Y/N

Yes, save me the heartbreak. xx

Naomi

You owe me.

It seems there was only one thing left to do which was wait for Harry to come back.

"Bel, I've put in our order for lunch already. I got you the sandwich you had wanted." His voice rang through the room as you sat on the edge of the bed, your bag packed hidden from his view.

"Harry."

He stops looking up at you, hearing a different tone in your voice.

"You alright?"

"Need to have a chat," as you pat the bed for him to join you.

He does so quickly, taking your hand in his and resting it on his lap. "Course, angel."

"Saw the news for Houston. Glad you could reschedule."

You see him relax as he sees what you want to discuss, "yeah, thanks to Jeff. Really had to work back and forth with them. Oh, and he was able to get a new show added."

"New show in Little Rock."

He has not picked up on the tone you're carrying, "yes, going to be another week on the road, isn't that great."

"It's the day before Thanksgiving."

"I know, but the crew was understanding and will be going home after at the end of the week."

The crew knew; it felt like you were the only one who didn't.

"Did everyone know?"

"Well yeah, most. We discussed it as a team and got their input."

You nod, "you didn't let me know."

He shrugs, "I didn't think it was necessary. You said you'd be around for the end of the tour."

"Doesn't mean I want to find out about new tour dates with everyone else in the world."

"Wait, are you mad?"

"I'm upset. You asked me to join you on tour and didn't let me know it was extended so close to a holiday I celebrate."

Harry's face falls a bit, letting his defensiveness fall. "I assumed you'd be there."

"Yeah, you did. I would if we talked about it. It's an awful week to travel, and there's no guarantee I'd make it home that night."

"We will get you a private plane."

"That's not the problem." Your voice is exhausted, not at all wanting to argue about this.

"Then what is it?"

"That you chose not to talk with me, you chose to leave me out. I'm not part of your team, but as your partner, I thought you'd trust me to talk about."

"I trust you."

"Your actions prove otherwise."

"Bel," his voice soft. "I'm sorry."

You grimace, knowing it might be too soon, "I'm going to stay in the other room."

"What?" He shouts, "no, don't."

"It's not up for debate."

"But we didn't clear this up."

"We did, we addressed the problem, and I'm asking for space." You state, removing your hand from his hold and going for the bag that has your items.

"Space okay. When will we talk?"

"After my interview."

"Okay,"

"Thank you."

He nods, no longer looking at you.

"Harry," your voice softly gets him to look up at you. He raises his head, and you see his sad green orbs, "we're fine. I promise."

"Okay, Bel."

Getting ready today had been lonely. Harry always joined you in brushing your teeth together, bumping your hip, letting you know he'd be going to spit first in a warning. At first, you found it odd, but now alone, you missed it. He'd pick out your clothes only to tell him you'd wanted to dress a bit warmer, and he'd happily choose something else. You'd have coffee sent up as that was how he liked starting his mornings while you stuck to tea. A warm cuppa to bring a slight feeling of home back.

It's the quietness in the room, it was either the television, Harry's music, or his voice that filled the room, and now you had none of that, but you didn't worry because you'd talk to Harry later today and all would be well.

Your makeup was done, minimal but enough to highlight your features, and a pretty blouse was on smiling at yourself in the mirror; you were ready for the interview.

The laptop you always carry was set up on the desk the room provided, and you sat in the stiff chair that seemed to never have been used.

Viola had told you the interview was with Glamour Magazine. Emerson had sent you a vague outline of what they would be asking. You took a deep breath pushing away all you were feeling, and centered yourself on the interview.

As soon as the interview connected, there was a brief introduction with the two interviewers. You introduced yourself, not recognizing either of the women, a bit surprised seeing as you've worked with Glamour before but decided not to question it.

"Y/N Belmonte, an honor to interview you." Grace, with fiery red hair, begins.

"Thank you for having me." You reply truthfully.

Celia, with black hair and olive skin that reminded you of your father, officially began the interview. "We know you're used to Flor interviewing you, but she is in Europe and couldn't make it work. She trusted only us, and we promise to treat you with respect. Why don't you tell us where you are? Looks quite fancy. "

You respected that, how honest they were being, and honestly, it relaxed you a bit.

The interview had been going smoothly, each girl following up on questions from your answers. It was easy to laugh and be honest with them as they asked about directors you've worked with, your favorite show to watch, and things you were looking forward to.

"Honesty hour," Celia begins, "I'm Mexican-American, and to be able to look up at the big screen and see one of us representing who we are is an honor. Even better that you're not cast in stereotypical roles." She clears her throat, offering you a smile.

"Celia, thank you. It's an honor to be able to do what I love. I've had my family's support from the start, and I wouldn't be where I am without them. My dad used to say, "aprende del pasado, vive en el presente y trabaja para el futuro." You feel your throat tighten up, but take a deep breath, "meaning learn from the past, live in the present, and work for the future. It's always stuck with me that I'm part of history, that others will look back at what we've all done, and I hope my impact isn't just in film, but to the younger generation that you can reach any goal you set your mind to."

Grace and Celia are both wiping tears as you finish, and it makes you grin because your words touch them, and you hope they touch others who read or see this as well.

"I can proudly say I've never cried in an interview until today," Grace pouts.

"I wish I could hug you both. It's been a while since I've had a heartfelt interview." You tell them honestly. "When in Los Angeles, lunch on me."

"Heard it here first everyone, Miss Belmonte wants to talk some more with us."

You laugh, "all off the record, of course." That causes them to join in the laughter as well.

The interview continues, and you know it's close to the end and hold your breath, waiting for the questions you were not looking forward to.

"I know, I know you must be asked constantly, but we got to know. How is it being able to call Harry a friend?" Grace asks.

You laughed because they surprised you. You expected them to ask if you were dating but no, not at all. "He's wonderful. Truly one of my closest friends, and I'd trust him with all my secrets."

"Secrets do tell." Celia leans in closer to her screen.

You shake your head, "secrets stay secrets."

"Fair enough," Grace replies.

"What's your favorite thing about him?"

"That…he cares about everyone. He has no bad intentions for anyone, and although I think he may not be the best communicator, he always works to be better."

Both women are looking at you with a soft look in their eyes, and you're not sure if you overshared or not, but it's too late.

"Off the record, are you dating?"

"Off the record," you repeat. "We are not."

"Bummer." Grace shrugs back in her chair. "I've been shipping you since you went to go see him in New York."

You chuckle, "I'll be sure to pass the message along when I see him at the end of the week."

"Oh, you're going?"

"I am, off the record."

They agree in unison, offering you one last goodbye before signing off. You shut your laptop and relax back into your seat. You check the time seeing it was twelve o'clock.

Jeff

Car downstairs, waiting for you. You can leave your bags in the car, and they'll take them over to the bus.

Y/N

thank you! heading over now x

Jeff

Meet us in the conference room

That's strange, but you choose not to question it. Instead, you pack up all of your items, then pop over to Harry's room and find that it's all cleaned out. Including the book and sweater, you had left.

Time to head over.

Arriving at the arena, you decided it was pretty but intimidating as you didn't know your way around the venue, not having a tour as you usually did when arriving with Harry.

The driver dropped you off, and there was a security at the back entrance where you flashed your lane yard, and he happily let you in. As the door closed behind you, the venue seemed to expand.

You walked a few steps hoping to find a worker or someone from the crew but nothing. Walking forward, you began to grow nervous and were about to call for Jeff when you saw a worker with a black shirt saying security.

"Excuse me," you shouted as they were walking away.

"Yes," the person turned around, and their smile dropped. "You're Y/N Belmonte."

You nodded, "I'm here with the tour, uh do you think you can direct me to the conference room."

"Oh, sure."

"Thank you, Carla." Reading the name tag on them.

"No problem." You walk, making polite conversation, but Carla seems a bit star-struck to say more than a few words. "We're here."

The door was closed, and you shot her one last smile, thanking her before walking in.

Opening the door, the last thing you expected was to see most of the crew surrounded by puppies. The smile on your face was instant. You wanted to sink to the floor as they all surrounded you.

Jeff met your eyes from across the room, a sleepy puppy in his hold as he cocked his head to the couch where Harry was sitting next to Mitch. You nodded, making your way over to a spot in front of Harry, and decided that would be good enough.

Harry's eyes were following you as you greeted everyone making your way across to him. You paused in front of him where he was now standing, gesturing you to sit, but you shook your head, sinking to the floor right by his feet.

"Don't want the seat, Bel?"

"Closer to the puppies here."

"Interview, okay?"

You hum, look up at him as he's leaning his elbows on his knees. "Yes, better than expected."

"Good."

You lean back against the couch, rest your head on Harry's knee. You miss the shock on his face but don't miss his hand caressing your hair for a second. There's a tiny puppy that got up and began trotting its way over to you, small little paws and floppy ears making you grin.

"Hi buddy," you reach your hand out for the brown pup to smell; it does so before reaching its paws into your lap. You lift the puppy up and cradle it as if it were a baby, and rub its belly. "Aren't you the sweetest thing?" You giggle, bringing it up to your face giving it a few kisses, then get a few in return on your chin. A few more come over drawn by your laugh. Soon there's one in your arm and two laying down on your stretched-out feet.

"Think Harry's got competition," Niji says with a laugh as he points his phone in your direction, capturing the moment, and you hope he sends that to you later.

"I've got lots of love to give." You look up at Harry, smiling at him, and he nods in understanding.

The puppy you're cradling has settled in your hold and has closed his eyes. You awe at the sight and turn to look at Harry carefully raise your hands, "H, look, he's sleeping."

Harry feels like his heart could burst, looking at you full of joy as you're surrounded by all the young pups. He lifts his phone up to you, asking silently if he could take your photo. You nod and offer him a big grin raising the pup higher to come out in the frame. He smiles down at the picture, making it his lock screen. Your body is now turned, facing him a bit more. "Likes you, Bel."

"I want one."

He chuckles, "we can't tour with a dog, lovie."

You frown, "that's sad."

"Yeah, it is. Bet it'd be fun."

You laugh, "maybe."

Everyone spends another hour with the dogs before you head to have lunch. You didn't realize how hungry you were until you smelled the food as soon as you were in. You spotted a veggie wrap and claimed that as your own. The chatter was loud, from everyone but you realized Harry was quieter than usual and knew you were overdue for a conversation.

"Bel," Harry approaches you as you throw away your trash, "can we talk?"

"Yeah, H. Let's go." You allow him to lead the way to his dressing room, making sure to pay attention to each turn you make so that you'd be able to find it later.

He lets you walk in first, locking the door behind him. You both take seats on the couch. The distance between you is more prominent than you'd like.

The silence fills the room, and it's stiff. Harry clears his throat, reaching his hand out for you before bringing it back to his lap.

"Bel," he begins. "I'm sorry." His gaze is intense, but you don't dare look away and nod for him to go on. "It was rude of me to assume. I—I know you have others that need you, and well, I don't celebrate, but it doesn't excuse how insensitive I was to not talk with you. I apologize."

You reach out your hand, placing it on top of his, "thank you."

"You can end in Los Angeles and know I won't be upset."

"H-"

"-it would be fair, seeing as that's what I asked from the start."

"I'm going to see this through with you." You assure him.

"You are?" He says, surprised.

"Of course. I was upset when I found out after everyone else did."

"I-"

You keep going, "I understand it's work but remember you asked me to join."

Harry nods, "I did, and I'm happy you're here. I promise not to do it again."

"Good, I forgive you. Now let's take this lesson and remember to communicate because that's how we'll get through everything by hearing each other out."

"Okay, darling." He leans in, planting a kiss on your cheek. "I got you an apology treat."

"Did you?"

"Yes," he stands up, practically buzzing. "Do you want to wait or follow me?"

"I'll follow."

Harry takes your hand, walking you out of the room and down back to the kitchen of Sarah's kitchen, and you feel like you're running at the pace of his walking. He ushers you both into the freezer pulling out a box and presenting it to you. It's a box of Helados.

Your mouth drops, not having seen this in quite some time. "Shut up, you didn't."

He looks sheepish, "my apology gift, I hope I'm officially forgiven."

You nod, holding the box close. "You got me, Helados. These are my favorite. You remembered."

"Course I did, remember all the stories you've told me."

You can't remember when you told him it could have been in passing or in the quiet nights traveling on the bus or after some late night fun. Helados are your favorite ice cream that you'd eat on the porch step with your grandfather. On good days it was a strawberry, and on bad ones, it was mango, and on random days he'd put his hand behind his back and make you choose one of two, always a new flavor. It's your favorite treat that brings you home, and the fact that Harry remembered brings you close to tears.

You rush into Harry's arm, causing him to stumble back; it's a small gesture but one that means everything. He's listening, and he's trying, and that's all you could ever ask for.

"Thank you."

"Course, love. I am sorry."

"All forgiven."

You rip the box open and grab a strawberry one offering the box to Harry. He grabs a mango one. You hand him back the box, so he can put it away.

Harry is quick to remove the wrapper and have a taste, and he enjoys it. "It's sweet."

You nod, "sweet enough."

"Let me try yours." He pouts, and who are you to say no. You can tell he enjoys the strawberry more but will not be trading with him. Nope, you're going to enjoy this treat.

You spend the next half hour standing there talking and eating your ice cream until both your phones ring, meaning it is time to head to soundcheck.

"Shall we go?"

"We shall." He beams as you walk down the hall hand in hand.

You're good, and that's all you could ever want.

"Guapo," you whistle for as he does a spin for you, showing off tonight's look. Harry is dressed in a champagne-colored metallist shirt, black wide-leg trousers, matching suspenders, and leather boots. He looks insanely good, but Jeff trusted you to keep him on time today. Meaning you'd have to celebrate after.

"Thank you,"

"Harry?"

"Yes, love."

"How much Spanish do you understand? I know I don't speak it often, but you don't ask me what something means when I do."

Harry laughs, coming into your space where you're leaning against the mirror, trapping you in. "Well, I do know Italian, a bit of Japanese," he throws in with a wink. "But Italian and Spanish are a bit similar, don't you think? Wasn't it easy for you to learn Italian?"

"Yeah, but I was a kid. It's easier as a child. I'm not that good, decent if we're honest."

"Well, I don't ask because I assume their compliments or kind words," he leans in closer, noses touching, "or am I wrong?"

Your breath hitches, "not wrong."

"Guapo means," pausing, waiting for you to finish.

"Handsome."

"Tell me something else," he pressed a kiss to your nose.

"Amor,"

"Too easy, love."

"Me gusta tu sonrisa."

He moves his face down to press a kiss to your cheeks now. "I like…"

"Your smile. I like your smile."

You feel him grin against you, not pulling away to see that smile you adore.

"Te ves radiante." You feel his teeth graze your jaw, a gasp escaping you.

"Explain it to me, baby."

"You look radiant," you breathe out.

"Thank you."

“Estoy orgullosa de ti, mi estrella.”

Harry freezes, his lips pressed against your jaw. He moves his face up slowly until his eyes find yours. "Baby."

You've stumped him, knowing the one word he does recognize is 'estrella.' You reach your hand up and hold his face, pressing his lips against yours. It's fast and all-consuming, allowing yourself to get lost in him, lost in the feeling that washes over you, the feeling of comfort and passion.

You pull back, leaving him chasing your lips for more. "I'm proud of you, my star." His eyes shine as he takes in what you've said. "That's what I said."

Well, Harry isn't sure how to express his emotions, so he shows you, he connects your lips, and it's nothing but passion as he takes control, needing you to feel every emotion you make him feel: happy, lucky, grateful, shocked but overall loved and cared for.

"Thank you, angel."

You press a final kiss and push him back. "Now, it's time for you to take the stage, rockstar."

"Oh, I'm going to shine." He teases.

But he will because Harry was made to be on stage.

Tonight feels a little calmer, the cheers are loud, the crew is a bit more laid back, no one rushing around, and you wonder what set the new pace. You don't have enough time to question anyone seeing as the lights dim and the band begins the opening notes to Golden.

Tallulah pulls you for most of the night, dancing and singing each song with you. It's nice, and you have as much fun as usual. The most memorable part of the night was when Tommy and Luis came over and began going crazy during what makes you beautiful, laughing as the crowd sang the song's original version and not Harry's version. You doubt there'd be a crowd that got his version correct. You let yourself go and begin dancing around with these people that have become friends, good friends.

You understand what Harry says each night about being whoever we want to be in this room. To embrace yourself and love ourselves and those around us. Letting your guards down to be happy is scary, but it's welcomed, and this is the safest environment to do so. Dancing and laughing with everyone makes you feel part of something bigger than yourself. You know that each person who came here tonight will go home and reflect on their favorite moments or interactions, but they will never be able to describe the feeling because it's something you have to experience for yourself.

As Harry begins his closing speech of the night, you all stand linked together, taking in the moment and appreciating the lyrics of these songs that you all relate to differently, but ultimately know that no matter what happens, you'll get through it and you'll be alright. You notice Luis and Jeff break off from the end and stand in front of you. You don't say anything, still having a good view of Harry as he sings the final notes before being taken under.

"There were cameras on us. You can't be spotted, not when you're supposed to be in New York."

You nod, thankful Jeff was looking out for you. "Thank you."

"Course, we take care of each other, plus Viola would have my head." Jeff shudders, imagining facing her wrath.

The encore goes off smoothly, and soon the stage is empty. Luis and Tommy have long run backstage to meet Harry. You stroll backstage, hidden behind Jeff and Tallulah, until you're in the safety of backstage.

There's loud laughter coming from the dressing room, and it's not Harry's you stop by to see. Everyone is hugging and complimenting on how well they did tonight. Harry is holding Mitch close, talking enthusiastically, and if you didn't know Mitch, you'd think he was uninterested, but there's a grin on his face.

Harry rushes over to you as soon as he sees you walk in, "Love, what'd you think?" He presses a kiss to your temple.

You embrace him in a hug, holding him tight despite how wet and sweaty he is, "fuiste fenomenal."

He giggles, squeezing your hips, "I know that one, phenomenal."

“Smart, you are, mi estrella. You always put on a beautiful show."

Harry goes quiet, but his eyes tell you a different story; he's trying to tell you he does it for you, that each night he looks into the audience to find you and make you proud.

You met him halfway and pressed your lips against his. You wanted him to have no doubt you felt the same, that you'd continue to feel the same. Kissing Harry always made you lose sense of where you were, and it was one of the best feelings to get lost in. Harry pulled away, pecking your lips a final time with one look promising of more later. For now, you'd surround yourself with your favorite people. He moved over to where everyone was standing and quickly joined in on the conversation, swiftly making everyone laugh.

Tucked under Harry's arm, you look around you and take in all the conversation and the laughter. This is family, they've welcomed you, and you'll take it for as long as they have you, and if you're lucky, which you hope you will be, you'd never have to lose their friendship and love.

thank you for reading <3 i adore you

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inknopewetrust · 4 years ago

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A Little Chaos

Summary: A thief finds herself at the center of the kidnapping of two girls and has the attention one very attractive detective.

Pairing: Detective Loki x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Criminal activity, flirting, sexual references, brief choking, probably 16+ based on content but no explicit smut. A mention of pedophilia but nowhere near in detail.

A/N: I don't think I've ever written something like this and can I just say that I really loved it!? So, I really hope you all do too! Requests are currently CLOSED but I hope to open them soon again and with new characters to add to my list. Check out my Masterlist for all other works. Thanks so much for requesting this @mrs-blooooom! I just loved the idea so much and thanks for being so kind about all the delays!

One - pick the lock

Two - lift up the screen and frame as quietly as possible but make absolutely no rough work of it.

Three - slip on the shoe covers and assess the gloves before entering through the window.

Four - get to work.

That was always the structure, no questions asked. Though, you noticed the news beginning to trace your patterns. You had made a hit in another neighborhood two weeks ago and because the news began reporting the patters, you were sure the police weren’t far behind.

And perhaps on that particular Thanksgiving, you shouldn’t have done another–or picked that house, rather.

Detective David Loki had a million different things running through his mind on a daily basis. When a case such as the Dover-Birch one stuck itself in the middle of an already pending investigation of burglaries in the Conyer’s area, he had a hunch of who he would investigate first. But he couldn’t get to that immediately because Keller Dover convinced him and his superiors that the RV belonging to Alex Jones was the first and only way to go.

But even after interrogating the man who had a child-like innocence to him, David Loki was convinced there was something more to the story. There had to have been a connection to who burglarized the Dover’s that same night and where the girls could be... he was certain, but then he wasn’t because he wasn’t sure you were the kind of person who would kidnap two innocent girls.

On a particularly slow Tuesday, no new leads had come in and the investigation had stalled because Alex Jones had now gone missing without a trace. Although he was doing everything he could, Loki was far from finding a solution and decided to take the initiative into his own hands and dive into the file he had been working on for nearly five months–the one into you and your less-than-stellar activities. The post-it note sticking out of the side of the manilla folder contained an address to an apartment in the center of town. He plucked it out, tucked it into his pocket and walked straight out of the station.

You weren’t worried about being considered a suspect in the kidnapping of two girls. You had no connection to the Dover’s, Birches’, or the Jones’, as well as no connection to the scene of the crime. You were always careful, and the Dover’s had no security cameras. So, when your comm buzzed in the middle of the day, you weren’t expecting it to be the police.

“Hello?”

“Ms. L/n? This is Detective Loki with the Conyer’s Police Department. I have a few questions I would like to ask you.” The voice was cackled with the circuited communication buzzer but you heard the man loud and clear. You also knew exactly who that was.

Detective David Loki was an infamous creature of Conyers. One day he just seemed to sprout out of nowhere and into the public sphere, but you had known him for a while. You were never friends, and you were sure until now he didn’t even know your name, but he was the star pupil of the town. And the spotlight he was in, he absolutely hated it. Every time his picture appeared in the paper or when he had to speak on the television relayed that message and you laughed in pity. The poor man just wanted to do his job and that was one part he didn’t sign up for.

“Can I ask what this is regarding?”

“The investigation into Joy Birch and Anna Dover. I just have a few questions I’d like to ask you if you would step-”

“I’ll buzz you up.” You pressed the button and unlocked the door, opening it just enough for you to rest on the frame with one arm on the door and the other on your hip.

Another thing you knew about Detective David Loki was that he was one of the most attractive people you had ever laid eyes on. The man was a walking dream but unfortunately, on the other side of the law which was far from promising when it came to your vivid imagination.

“How nice of you to not barge into my home, Detective.” You called out to him as he appeared on the steps landing just down the hall from your door. Loki gave no smile but shoved an orange post-it into his jacket as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

“This surely won’t take long.”

With a nod you moved away from the door, shutting it closed behind you. With the sudden and unexpected presence of this man who was a fine line between formal detective and loose cop, there was an urge to be exactly the opposite of what he wanted you to be. He had been trailing you for just enough time to learn patterns in your life, the people you associate with, the fact that you had a degree and a decent job. You had an apartment to call your own, a car that wasn’t stolen and yet you continued to break into people's homes and steal curious objects for what? Consignment sales? He wasn’t sure. But you weren’t going to give him the answers he was looking for. You enjoyed the life you built for yourself...even if you had to steal and sell things to arrive at ends meet to pay for everything in your life.

“So... what can I do for you?”

“Can you recall where and what you were going on the night of Thursday, November 28th?”

“Thanksgiving?” You asked with a raised brow and he nodded. Loki pulled out no notebook to take notes, rather he watched every movement. He was trying to identify guilt, but you were a casual sleuth. It wasn’t a game he was used to because all of his suspects eventually gave in.

“I got up around 8:30, maybe 9 and ate some breakfast, um I-” You took a seat on the arm of your couch, running a hand over your mouth trying to “remember” what exactly you were doing a few days ago.

“-took a shower and then got started on my dish to pass at my parents dinner. I made sweet potatoes and stuffing-or dressing... I don’t know what you call it.” Loki was far from amused that you were making this appear less than serious. He couldn’t let himself believe that you were stupid enough to believe he wasn’t there on behalf of the story that captured the attention of the entire nation, so he didn’t believe a word you said.

“When that was done I got ready, did my makeup, and headed out to my parents where my sister and her family were meeting us to have dinner. Then I left their house around 7-ish and came home.”

“After dinner you went straight home?”

“Yes.”

You looked at him with an unfazed gaze which he met but didn’t buy. It was a game. A cat and mouse game that he wasn’t willing to bite into but it was too late, you already had him on a string. Loki would be lying if he didn’t find you attractive, even in the slightest. You were a beautiful woman, and it was because of how you looked that you’ve never been caught. You always covered every inch of your body and you looked unassuming. You had a perfectly pristine house, looked like someone who didn’t need to steal to live but then again, most of the time, all the people who do steal never look like they would because that is what people are taught not to look for.

“I made some phone calls late last week and someone in your family spilled that you weren’t there. In fact, you haven’t been to a family holiday since you graduated college nearly ten years ago. Bad relationship?”

“I can assure you–whoever you talked to, they weren’t there. I was there. I can tell you what I wore, what I ate, what was on the T.V. and what color shoe my nephew was wearing that day.”

“Those could just be good guesses?” Loki let his eyes wander around the small living space. He looked at the picture frames, the vases, the bins, the T.V. stand, everything that could have screamed “out of place” to him but nothing did.

“You didn’t happen to pass two little girls on your drive home, did you?”

“Excuse me?”

“Two girls. I’m sure you’ve seen their picture on the news.” Loki pointed to the T.V. at first but then dug into his pocket and pulled out a single picture of two girls photographed on a playground. They were smiling widely and happily at the person behind the camera. You had never seen the girls so you shook your head no and crossed your arms.

“No. I’ve never seen them before. Am I supposed to?”

“I don’t know, are you?”

“What are you implying, detective?”

“Do you know the house you broke into on Thursday, November 28th was the home of Anna Dover. Anna and her friend Joy went missing that same night after returning to the Dover residence to find a whistle. You were inside the home at the time we believe the girls went missing. So, tell me–do you know where the girls are?” Loki was zoned in accusation. The man was unwavering in his tone or his assumption and you would say it was scary if you didn’t find it attractive. Why, God WHY, did the detective working on this case have to be everything you looked for in a man? It would be so much easier if he were old and wrinkled but he was far far from it.

“Detective, if I would have known you would come into my home and accuse me of kidnapping two innocent girls, I wouldn’t have answered the ring.”

“Where are the two girls? Do you know where they are?”

“No. I told you I didn’t take the girls.”

“But you were in the house? Did you see the girls?”

“I didn’t say that either.”

“What if I told you that you were a sloppy thief?”

“Excuse me?” You furrowed your brows in confusion. You were certain that you were not. There was never a time where you left as much as a trace of hair in a location that you hit.

“The bin.” Loki walked over to the T.V. stand that had three white bins tucked into slots. The bins were generally filled with junk except for one thing that the Dover’s told him went missing yesterday afternoon. A medium size blue decorative pot with yellow flowers on its sides. It was meant for shallow flowers as a table center piece that was gifted to Keller and Grace on their wedding day. Grace was distraught over it and it was sitting the left-most bin under the television. Loki pulled open the drawer and carefully took out the pot and you looked at it with a shrug.

“Where did you get this?”

“My mother.”

“I thought I told you that they told me you haven’t spoken to them in a decade?”

“Well I obviously spoke to them before that.”

“I am going to ask you again and I want an honest answer. Where did you get this pot?”

What were you supposed to do? The man literally cracked the code. If only you hadn’t chosen that house. Oh! How much easier your life would be.

“I plead the fifth.” Oh, fuck.

Loki set the pot carefully down and pulled a pair of handcuffs from his belt. It would have been hot if you weren’t terrified of what came next. Then you made an ill-timed joke.

“You’re not pulling those out for another reason are you?” You didn’t even laugh yourself because he simply ignored it and motioned for you to stand and turn around.

“I am going to take you to the station and we will talk more there. Stand up, turn around, and give me your hands.”

“I already told you I don’t know where the girls are.” Ignored again but the feeling of him pushing your shoulder with his hand and taking your wrist was something you wished you would stop replaying in your mind.

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything-”

The Conyer’s Police Station was wimpy compared to other cities. It was a small, single story brick building with three holding rooms and one interrogation room. You weren’t sure how long you sat in the holding cell, but it was nighttime by the time you were taken out of the room by another officer and into a brightly lit, slightly yellowed room with a mirrored window and a small desk with two chairs. There was a pencil and a pad of paper at the center of it but you were sure if it was going to be Detective Loki interrogating you, he wouldn’t need it.

The officer uncuffed you with no words spoken and pointed at the chair facing the window. You rubbed your wrists from the friction the metal left before taking a seat and staring into the glass where your reflection met your own. You had nothing to do with the two missing girls so you had nothing to give them, or rather, nothing to give Loki to further his investigation.

The man of the hour waltzed into the room a mere five minutes after you were sat down. He had a half-drank cup of coffee in one hand and a small grouping of papers in the other. Loki sat down, settling himself before looking up at you and beginning the interrogation.

“Please state your name, age, and address.”

You recited the information as told.

“How many homes a year do you burglarize?" Loki opened a file that was tucked under some papers with a series of pictures printed on a piece of computer paper. It was amalgamation of missing objects from families around Conyers. You were fucked, but you couldn't let him think that, or at least believe that you were guilty in anyway. Your stealing wasn't going to find those girls because you had no idea where in the world they were. You had never seen them before their faces were plastered on every hour of the news.

"Shouldn't my lawyer be here if you are going to accuse me of something?"

"Do you need a lawyer?"

"Do I, Detective?"

It was the attitude that angered him the most. A woman like you didn't need to steal. Based on your records, he had no reason to truly believe you would. Clean record. No screaming signs of intent or distrust popped out but he knew you were guilty. There was not a doubt. But there was something in that attitude that made him squirm. An attractive quality that he did not want to admit.

"If you answer the questions I ask truthfully, then no, you won't need a lawyer."

"Ask away." You leaned back in the chair with arms crossed and a determined narrowness to your eyes. It was a challenge. Try me, Detective. Do it, I dare you.

"When did you first start stealing?"

"When I was seven. My sister always had better stuff, so I took it."

"And that escalated to...what?" Instead of leaning back on his own chair, Loki leaned forward. His shoulders were hunched in an aggressive, intense tactic to scare you into admitting something that you didn't have any part of. He just wanted to find those girls and you happen to be a speed bump in the way.

"Minor petty theft. I never take anything over $500."

"How do you know what something is worth?"

"I'm sure you can find that in my file, Detective. Everything is there I am sure of it. You all know just how to frame the people you want. But I had nothing to do with those girls."

Loki's line of aggravation was growing thin. Sooner or later, attitude wasn't going to cut it and he was going to have to use the tactics he used on Alex Jones and other potential perpetrators on you. He never liked to get outright violent with women, but he couldn't let this go without trying to get something. The days were wearing thin and he needed to find Joy and Anna.

"You were in the Dover's house the night of the abduction. Where are the girls?"

"I told you I didn't have anything to do with that."

"Didn't or don't."

"Doesn't matter. I did not see them. I do not know where they are. Ruining children's lives isn't my MO, Detective-"

"But you do and you did! YOU were in that house. YOU were at the scene of the crime at the time they went missing. YOU are the one who knows what happened to those girls!" His voice was no longer steady and calm as he had been taught during his training. His string had snapped when in response, you laughed.

Loki flew out of his chair, rounded the table as the sound of his chair skidded across the floor and to the wall behind him. If you weren't so focused on him, you probably could have heard the surprised yells of the Detectives and Officers behind the mirror. The angered Detective roughly arrived at his destination–you, and grabbed the back of your hair, pulling your head back to look at him as he stood over you.

"Where the fuck are the girls?" It came out like a hiss. His eyes enraged with pain for the families and his own reputation if the case goes wrong and he doesn't find them in enough time. You weren't scared of him or his tactics. Rather, it was quite the opposite. If he wasn't attractive, you would have been disgusted but the man was the epitome of perfection and this scene would be one to get you off for years to come.

"I told you, I don't know where the girls are." He gripped your hair harder and you felt the chair waver underneath you. Still not scared.

"You're a liar, a fucking thief, and I don't believe you. Where are the girls? Do you like that sort of thing, huh? Do-"

"You sick fuck. I'm a thief not a fucking pedophile. I didn't take the girls!" You were slightly taken aback by his suggestion, but it was all a tactic. You had seen it on millions of police shows before. He just wanted answers, but he wasn't going to find them with you. Whatever in the sentence you had just spoken to him, Loki was worse off for it. He practically lifted you by the hair and charged you into the wall roughly. Not enough to leave a mark, but enough to make a point. He wasn't playing around but neither were you.

Loki's hand let go of your hair and one found itself on the wall next to your head as he closed in on you. You could feel his breathe on your face and his eyes pierced your goddamned soul. The other, well the other found itself right on your neck, holding you in place against the wall with a slight squeeze. Holy fuck.

"Keep this up Detective and I would have the means to believe this might lead to something else." The smile, your smile crept up on your face at your own assumption. You wouldn't complain if it did escalate to that.

"TELL ME WHERE THE GIRLS ARE? WHERE IS ANNA? WHERE IS JOY?"

"I told you I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE GIRLS ARE!"

There was something in your own anger that made him want to believe you didn't take the girls or had any clue where they were. He would hate to see a woman like you throw your life away for a career of crime. The proximity between the two of you was next to none. A knife wouldn't have been able to break the tension and the way he held you, unintentionally violent with a hand just a little too suggestively on your neck was a mistake but not one that he was readily going to admit. If this was any other situation, he might have let himself be willing to feel something more. But this was an interrogation, so he kept the face and squeezed just a little harder.

"Where are they? Tell me where they are?"

"Starting to sound like a broken record there. I would tell you again but I'm sure you have my admission of NOT KNOWING WHERE THEY ARE ON TAPE!"

Loki had enough and let your neck go with a jolt. His hands went to his belt where his cuffs were sitting and he pulled them out and turned you around. Your body was flush against the wall and one of his large, tattooed hands held your wrists together as he went to cuff them. This was another thing that would forever be engrained in your "sexy when it shouldn't be" file in your brain.

"Fine. You won't tell me where they are? Maybe a night in lock up will make you think." His voice was low, just at the base of your ear and his hot breath lingered on your neck as you could hear nothing but your heart beating out of your chest and the sound of cuffs closing.

But the man didn't get much further than that because the door to the room opened and like two deer in headlights, you both turned your heads to the sound of the intruder. It was another officer who looked both scared and amused and slightly embarrassed in regard to what he walked in on. He approached Loki as the latter man pulled you off the wall and forward, in front of him to walk toward the door.

"It was the hospital. Joy Birch was just admitted."

The look on Loki's face was priceless. You literally scoffed out loud and turned your face to his.

"I told you I had no fucking idea where they were."

Loki simply passed you over to the other officer and headed to the door, frustrated and confused about his own work and internal feelings about what had just happened–both the realization that you had no idea where they were and that he had been aggressive to the point where it kind of turned him on.

"Detective!" He was halfway out the door when you called out to him and if he had a mind, he would have ignored you and continued on, but he was so flustered that he did.

"If you ever want to use those cuffs sometime, you know where to find me."

Loki didn't say anything, but his eyes wandered. From your face to your body to the floor and back up. It was an unashamed look that made the officer uncomfortable, but you couldn't help but let a small, sly smile grace your face at his look. This man would be the end of your criminal career if he managed to find the time to reunite with you again.

And he did. Two days after Keller Dover was found in a hole and on a holiday he knew you were not going to spend with your family.

#Detective Loki x Reader #Detective Loki x Female Reader #Prisoners #Prisoners 2013 #Jake Gyllenhaal x oc #Jake Gyllenhaal x Reader #David Loki x reader #David Loki x Female Reader #Detective Loki x fem reader #Detective Loki #fanfic #writer #x reader #x female reader #i imagine after the christmas trist reader does in fact serve time for theft. but we ignore that for now.

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12-16-91-stark · 3 years ago

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I know you don't have the time, but there are some docs that caught my attention: Lost to Me; Home for the Holidays and Me Before You.

You're fine, no worries!!!

Lost to Me is again part of 12.16 to Endgame, it's just the first part I had written for it and for some reason when I continued with a different scene i made it in a dif word doc? lol But here is another taste...

Howard entered the room slowly. The air was chilled and he had to suppress a shiver as he gently closed the door behind him, making sure that the privacy shade on the window was pulled down. The light was dim and he kept his sights on the pristine white tiles of the floor, unable to bring his eyes up to look at the slab in the center of the room. His heart pounded away like a freight train in his chest and he felt the the first droplets of sweat forming at his temple and around his collar despite the cool temperature.

He could do this. He owed it to his son. Right foot forward, then left, and repeat.

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Home for the Holidays is an IronFamily Thanksgiving in a post-Endgame, Tony lives world <3

Peter spent Thanksgiving morning simultaneously with his face pushed to the glass looking out over the front of the apartment and running to the kitchen to help Aunt May with the food preparations. The Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade was on the tv in the living room, the announcer’s fawning over the new balloons and artists as they performed. Years and years ago Peter remembered when Aunt May and Uncle Ben had taken him to watch the parade and ended up scarring him when the Barney balloon impaled itself on a lamp post and came crashing down. He hadn’t gone to see the parade in person since then. Even if they did have a superhero section featuring Spiderman this year.

It was the first major holiday his mentor, kinda Dad (though he would NEVER admit that anywhere but the comfort of his own brain), would finally be able to attend since he had finally been released, after months in the hospital.

Life had been very touch and go, for Tony Stark after the battle against Thanos. When he should have been taking his final breaths, Dr. Strange had stepped in and helped save him. Peter didn’t know the exact details of what had occurred. One minute they had been on the battlefield and the next they were in South Korea with Helen Cho. Afterwards he hadn’t really cared what happened as long as it meant that his mentor had survived.

Tony lost an arm, the one that had snapped, and he probably wouldn’t ever hear properly again out of his right ear either. The severity of the scarring had been lessened but the damage to the skin ran deep due to the magical properties of the gauntlet, so part of Tony’s face would always be marred by the lightning shaped scars. (Thor had been quick to reassure how warrior like this made Tony.)

There had been a lot of tears in that waiting room but Peter mostly remembered Pepper’s calm determination in light of the uphill battle she and Tony would journey together. Limbs could be replaced with prosthetics and Stark Industries already held a medical patent on high tech hearing aids from where Tony had created them years earlier for Clint. The psychological healing and the rigorous physical therapy regimen would take longer, but it was a small price for Tony’s life.

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Me Before You is a brief little scene based off the book/movie, just putting Pepperony in the shoes of the main characters. Tony was injured in an accident, paralyzing him from the neck down and wants to end his life. Pepper is the caretaker who accidentally falls in love with him and is determined to change his mind.

"There's got to be something that can be done, Tony. I can't just let you do this."

"It's not your choice to decide Pepper. I decided this a long time ago. I'm not getting any better and I won't get better. This is my life now. I'm an engineer who can't build. I can't walk, I can't go to the bathroom or get out of bed. I will never be able to make love to you the way you deserve. This is not a life that I want."

"So, that's it then? You're just going to give up like that? No one else gets a say?"

"It's my life, Pep."

"You are so incredibly selfish, you know that? How dare you bring me on here...make me fall in love with you and then only now tell me you want to kill yourself?"

"It's euthanasia, not suicide."

"It's suicide, Tony. Paint it up with all your medical terms and fly off to Switzerland but at the end of the day you're still choosing to die."

"It's not that simple…"

"Does Rhodey know? Or your mom? Do any of them know what you have planned?"

Tony swallowed harshly and turned his head away from Pepper, hair falling in front of his eyes, hiding the stinging tears that had appeared during their argument.

"They don't do they? When were you going to tell them? After you were dead? Send them a note through Jarvis?"

"Pep…"

"No, don't Pep me. You can't…" she began to falter, the hysterical edge in her voice turning to tears. "You can't do this to the people who love you, Tony. You can't. Please, don't do this."

Tony watched the sobs begin to wreck through her body wordlessly. He would give anything to be able to wrap his arms around her and hold her close to him. But he couldn't. He was a prisoner in his own body, couldn't she understand that?

How he wished he had met her before all of this, but he hadn't. He would never live a normal life again. Maybe she would stay with him now, and maybe she did love him now too, but eventually his condition would drive her away. She would tire of taking care of him, grow tired of not being able to do what normal couples do and then what? He couldn't bear to one day look into her eyes and see that resentment there. Better to cut it off now, to go forward with what he had planned from the minute he woke up from that accident.

"Pepper, please," he whispered through his own tears, begging her to understand.

Instead she moved from her position at the door and came to where he sat in his chair and collapsed into his lap, tears still falling. The scent of her shampoo filled his nostrils as she settled against him and he breathed her in, soaking up every breath, every tear.

"Please, don't do this," she whispered against his neck.

"I'm sorry." He leaned his head against her, stubble brushing against her cheek. "I'm so sorry Pep. You weren't supposed to love me."

She clung tighter to his neck and god how he relished being able to feel her there.

"I'm going to change your mind." Her tears had stopped and her voice was steady and resolute against his ear. He could almost believe her when she said that, but he knew that there was nothing that could be done.

"You can't."

"I will."

He just sighed and leaned against her further. He knew he would let her try. He didn't want to leave her yet, but he knew it was cruel to get her hopes up and lead her further along. It was only going to hurt her more in the end, but Tony Stark had always been a selfish bastard and he would take every moment he had left with her.

#mel's fics #teasers and sneak peeks

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jimmymcgools · 4 years ago

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If you're still up for the writing ask meme: the part in chapt 13 where Kim decides to take the phone call in *another* direction (like, WHY does she decide to do that?)

(thank you for letting me ignore this for a full week as i worked on chapter 4 of slip and fall season instead ♥️)

but yes i will do this forever!!! if anyone else has scenes they’d still like to hear my thoughts on 🙏hmu

fic commentary meme and my answers

the boring doylist answer to your question is: because considering the 1x03 call i figured if i was gonna write mailroom mcwexler i’d be letting myself & everyone else down if i didn’t include a phone sex scene!

and “hold tight to the ropes” really hooked me on the idea of jimmy calling from cicero. so huge credit to that wonderful fic, i mention it in the chapter notes because i stole (and hopefully remixed?) so much of that set up.

A click. “Hello?” “Hey,” Jimmy says. “Happy Thanksgiving.” this made me think of mulder and scully when i wrote it and i thought of them reading it over again now.

“A Thanksgiving classic,” Kim says dryly. “No Way Out.” Jimmy grins. “Nice. Costner at his best.” one of those movie picks where hopefully kim’s joke works just based on the title. jimmy’s dialogue could read ironic, but i do think this is one of costner’s best roles.

Jimmy chuckles. “We played Monopoly.” mcgill bros monopoly! writing this chapter i learned that you’re supposed to auction off properties if you don’t choose to buy them when you land on them, apparently. #research 💀that’s right i researched monopoly “10 most common arguments people have over a game of Monopoly according to Hasbro” guess i should’ve credited more in my chapter notes huh

A scrap of paper reading That Hamilton Woman rests beneath the plastic but above the original cover for The Boys from Brazil. ruth mcgill playing favourites with laurence olivier movies

“Yeah,” Kim says. “Yeah, sometimes it would snow.” i think i looked this up as well and it only snows like one in 20 thanksgivings but, uh. fanfic.

Flat white fields dotted with fence posts, like ellipses on a page, drifting into the distance i really like using “this thing looks like writing on a page” type metaphors for kim, but also the idea of endless ellipses seemed pretty perfect for red cloud.

A little blue dot in the endless fields of white. He exhales. “Kim?” a strange thought process for jimmy here, but he gets to white sands from it somehow. it helps that kim had made the comparison herself, too, while they were at white sands. that it reminded her of winters back home.

“Can we go back to White Sands?” he asks. i think/hope you can tell from the convo, but jimmy’s not asking for phone sex, he’s more asking for a return to that openness/vulnerability/intimacy. they’ve had a nice conversation so far, but it’s kind of the conversation two friends might have -- “yeah, family. we fought over monopoly. how are you?” -- and he wants more.

A beat. “What, tonight? That might be pretty tricky.” kimberly #deflection wexler

“But scared of what I might do next. Scared to get too close, maybe.” i wanted there to be this real wariness in the family around jimmy at this point in his life. i didn’t have much to work with for the acb ruth relationship, other than knowing she had nobody by her deathbed but chuck and jimmy, and that she was still up in cicero/berwyn.�� i liked the idea that, as much as ruth loves jimmy, in 1992 she’s starting to close herself off from him in that way mothers can do -- she pretends everything is good, she has innocent conversations about movies, she tells him she loves him. to protect/spare him? to protect the purity of the relationship so that she has an outlet where she can pretend nothing’s wrong for a while? i’m not sure. i don’t think it’s good for them.

It’s like he can hear the connection between them, the long strands of copper wire humming over the country. little reference to chapter 5 when they’re watching born yesterday: “But this is as precious and as fragile to him as crystal, as a string wound to its snapping point, as small human breaths down copper wire.”

“Is there anything you can do?” Kim asks finally. kim the fixer

staring up at the vine-patterned cornice. oh great jimmy’s looking at a ceiling again

He counts the leaves, one-two-three, but his brain keeps racing okay whew, at least i only mentioned this one because i brought it up in the white sands chapter -- “His childhood bedroom back in Cicero used to have one, too, carved with vines or flowers or something” -- because he’s staring at the cornice in the motel room while he’s wondering what else he can do with his life.

he still feels half a step behind something, like there’s something just around the next bend, like the top of a mountain that keeps vanishing into the distance, two road trip references for the price of one in this paragraph -- them driving up the sandias out of abq, here

And then, as if she can feel the tension and wants to break it, Kim says, “You know, we could do more than just talk.” ayyy we made it, moment of truth!! so why does kim do it, in the fun, watsonian way?

i think it’s largely what you’ve brought up before -- like she does in breathe, and elsewhere in acb -- i think it’s kim turning to sex when the emotions get too muddy. and you put it better than me! “Kim seems to go physical instead of talking about things”. and when they’re states apart on a phone call? close enough!

it’s also fixer kim still, right? she can tell that she hasn’t really helped at all with her responses, that jimmy’s still hurting. so here’s take 2. and maybe it’s kim following her own advice she’s just given to jimmy: “is there anything you can do?”

and there’s that “kim and jimmy giving the other person what they think they need” thing that we’ve all talked about before. and i can’t remember the origin of it now! some interview?

also she’s definitely hungry for it right now, too. that, like, addictive connection after she’s walled herself off for so long. and after she’s had that “i should call jimmy--oh shit i can’t. huh. hm. this is fine.” moment earlier in the day, too.

“I’m kidding,” Kim says quietly. “Don’t leave me hanging.” and yeah, with the jimmy pov im always worried about trying to show how much kim wants jimmy, too. i hoped to give the sense that she needed the connection in this scene, too.

“I mean, I haven’t checked the window, so Gene Hackman might be out there with an audio dish, but—yeah.” always time for a movie reference. a bit of an ironic one -- he’s referencing the conversation, and i’m pretty sure the chuck stuff in 3x10 is inspired by the scene at the end of that movie when hackman tears up his apartment hopelessly looking for a bug. (also jeepers, second gene hackman movie of the phone call, he’s also in no way out)

“I miss touching you.” It’s the first time he’s really spoken out loud about that physical intimacy, and something unwinds in his stomach, something that’s been coiled there a long time. oh man, spoilers for safs chapter 4 -- but interesting to reread this part of the conversation in particular when i’ve just written a chapter trying to show a really comfortable physicality between them. aw man.

He breathes out, tipping his head back against the cold door, eyes tracing over the bare basement ceiling. there he goes there he goes again.mp3

And Kim exhales, and it sounds heavier than it did earlier. “You know, I had bruises there after last time.” starting from jimmy’s “i miss touching you” and then this from kim, i wanted to play with this shift in excitement/energy in the phone sex that comes when they both start actually opening up about the specific emotions/fallout from white sands that’s otherwise mostly gone unsaid. it drifts into more of a pure fantasy scenario after this but i always liked that honesty being a catalyst kim: “I thought you might notice somehow.” :(

and then it also seemed very them that they’d end up going with this HHM fantasy with discovery stakes and everything 😂they love their hypotheticals. and also i kinda got to weave in mailroom sex to the fic, almost, sneakily!

“Thank you yourself,” she says you’re welcome seriously

i hope that wasn’t just me repeating everything we’ve already talked about back at you! 😂

#commentary ask meme #queenofnots #mcwexler #asks #nebraska is for lovers #❤️

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where-theres-smoak-2 · 4 years ago

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Riverdale 5x03 Review

Wow I’ve got to say I’m actually impressed with Riverdale this episode, I really enjoyed it and I got emotional soo many times. I think it was well written for the most part and a really good send off for the characters as teenagers. I think it would have hit even harder if it had aired as a season finale like it was meant to but overall I really liked this episode which I’m glad because I was a little wary going into it after 5x02 which I didn’t really enjoy that much. Anyway we’ve got lots to talk about so lets jump in. As always these are just my own views and opinions and naturally there are spoilers.

Jelly Bean and FP.

So first I figured we can talk about the fallout from last episode and the reveal that Jelly Bean was behind the tapes. One little thing that did make me laugh a was when Jughead is narrating over the opening and he talks about the darkness in the people of the town and he lists Cliff Blossom, The Black Hood, The Gargoyle King and The Stonies you know all these murders and attempted murders and then he adds Jelly Bean to the list. I mean Jughead sweetie I get that you are upset about your sister making those tapes and that’s completely understandable I’m just not sure its quite on the same level as all the other people in the list in the grand scheme of things. I mean I get what the writers were trying to get at with that statement but it just tickled me a little is all, don’t think it was supposed to but well I’m weird, I’m a weirdo so I found it funny and kinda overdramatic. But onto more serious things I actually loved the way Alice and FP handled the situation I mean kudos to Alice for doing the right thing and suggesting not just therapy but a therapist that specialises in child therapy. I think that is exactly what Jelly Bean needs (and all of the characters really) so I’m really glad that Alice suggested that. At the same time I do think FP was right in deciding to take Jelly Bean back to her mum and stay so that Jelly bean has the support of both of her parents there. I do think that alot of Jelly Bean’s anxiety about Jughead leaving comes from her abandonment issues. If you think about it first her family is split in two with her being in Toledo with her mum and her brother and dad being in Riverdale, then her family comes back together again and she’s then abandoned by her mother. Then her brother leaves to go to school and is nearly killed. All of this was probably really traumatic for her and obviously had a huge effect on her. I think having a stable support system away from Riverdale and its influences for a little while will be good for her and help her recover with some help from therapy, lots of therapy.

One thing I didn’t really understand and think could have been better explained is what happened with Jelly Bean’s friends. I mean for one thing we are never told why they are hiding out in Archie’s gym like don’t they have homes? Also they had Tom Keller reinstated as Sheriff and they took him with them to find the kids so does that mean they were arrested? And if they were arrested then why did Jelly Bean get off scott free? I have so many questions about that scene.

FP’s send off was really well done in my opinion. I had a lot of respect for him putting his foot down and telling Jughead no he was going to Iowa when Jug said he wanted to go to Toledo with his dad and Jelly Bean. Also that speech about how Jug going to College and being successful will be good for the Joneses is so true. I mean seeing Jughead go to college and making something of himself will give Jelly Bean something to look up to and for her to know that just because she comes from a family that is underpriveledge doesn’t mean that she can’t strive for success and chase her dreams and I think that is an amazing message to send. That being said seeing FP and Jughead say good bye was really sad and you could feel the emotion in that scene of a father having to let go of his son and let him make his own way now and also Jughead’s worry about going out on his own again and being without his family. It was just a touching scene and one that I relate to so much because it reminded me of when I said goodbye to my mum when I went to Uni and that mix of excitement and terror at having to be on my own, I left home at 16 but I had never been that far away from my family before so despite knowing that I could take care of myself (I had already taken care of myself for 3 years at this point) I was still really anxious at being away from my mum so I could really relate to Jughead in that moment. He knows he can take care of himself he’s done it before but that doesn’t mean that he isn’t anxious about not being in the same town as his dad anymore.

Speaking of heartbreaking scenes Alice saying goodbye to FP. It was beautiful, sad and yet hopeful at the same time. I mean when she asked if this was the end of their story and he replied ‘god, I hope not’ it really made me tear up. Also I love that Alice understood why he needed to do this and even says she loves him for it. FP has grown so much over the last 4 seasons and now he’s become a man who will do anything for his kids and I think Alice really does love that about him. Also I’m going to be honest I felt so bad for Alice this episode especially when she was talking about how she had imagined Thanksgiving and having her whole family there Betty and Polly and the twins, Jughead, Jelly Bean, FP and Charles and now she’s going to be alone that is just so sad and feel really bad for Alice despite mistakes she may have made in the past she doesn’t deserve the deal she’s been dealt. Also as a side note I’m glad they at least made a small mention of Charles and how Alice is sad about that situation, I actually wasn’t expecting his name to be dropped at all this episode so it was better than nothing.

The last thing I will say about this plotline is that I loved the shot of FP and Jelly Bean riding away in their Serpent jackets and being escorted by the Serpents. It gave a feel of royalty on the move like a motorcade or something which I thought was a nice touch and a little reminder of how Serpents stick by each other.

The Graduation

Obviously the big theme of this episode was the teens graduating and those scenes were really touching. First there was the whole debate about whether Jug and Arch would be graduating. I was happy for Jug but felt so bad for Archie when he find out that not only was he not graduating but he would have to repeat his whole senior year. I do like that Mr Weatherby reassured him that nobody would hold the year against Archie because Archie really did have a crappy year so it’s not really surprising he isn’t able to graduate. I’m also glad that Weatherby said he could walk with his friends and wanted to make him feel included by asking him to write and record a song for the ceremony. I’m also really glad that they got to have their year books.

But what I think made these moments so much more emotional were all the little nods to both Jason and Fred. I got the feels so much when Archie was standing in the hall looking around at all the other teens with their parents and fathers and you could just see that in that moment he was really missing his dad. Another moment that was really sad for me was a little earlier in the episode when Archie has the same dream his dad had when he had been shot and its fred taking pictures for Graduation and says he never thought he’d live to see this day. It is so heartbreaking because he really didn’t and its not fair. Also Cheryl was in her feels about her brother. I mean it must make her really miss Jason when you think he should have been graduating alongside her.

Betty’s speech at the ceremony was good too. There were so many moments in there that punched you right to the gut. When she talked about how it wasn’t fair that so many of their classmates weren’t there to walk with them, I couldn’t help but think of Jason, Midge, Ben, Dilton Doiley and even characters who didn’t die but left riverdale just to escape like Moose and Josie. Then she gives another punch to the heart when she talks about how its not fair that some of their parents aren’t there to see them and I’m back in my Fred feels. I also liked how she said she hoped the Riverdale they all remembered was the sleepy quiet town that existed before all the violence and how she wishes that town for the next generation. But my favourite part of her speech was when she said to stay young to stay innocent even if it was just for a moment.

Another scene I really liked was when they buried the time capsule. I liked all the items they placed in there, I don’t think that they would be much help to teens opening it in the future to see what it was like back then but each item was personal to each character and I really liked that.

Cheryl, Toni and the Blossom Legacy.

First off can I just talk about Penelope for a moment and how funny that scene at graduation was. She literally just popped out of the bushes and was kinda sweet in a very weird way I mean it was nice that she wanted to see Cheryl graduate but at the same time she still called her a nightmare child which I don’t know maybe it’s a term of endearment. Also I love how she’s decided to turn herself in but has done it in a way that best suits her, like she’s spoken to Hiram to make sure she is comfortable and protected in his jail and also she’s only planning to be in there a few years. Lets be real I think mostly the only reason she is doing this is because she’s tired of hiding in the walls so she figures a few years behind bars won’t be so bad if it means she can walk around freely afterwards.

Now onto Cheryl I was surprised that she decided not to go to College and instead she wants to rebuild Thorn Hill and the Blossom name. Also as sad as the scene where they kind of break up is I do think it will better for Toni now that Cheryl has let her go. I do think they will come back together again but I think they need a little distance from each other as Toni has become too wrapped up in all the Blossom drama. I think Toni needs to focus on herself for a while and Cheryl knows this. I also love that Cheryl is doing all of this so that she can be a person worthy of Toni and escape the curse of her family’s name. It is interesting to me that Cheryl is choosing to kind of return to her roots and regrow and I am excited to see how they have both grown come the timejump.

The Core Four

So alot happened with the core four this episode and you know I actually kinda liked what they did with them. As a Barchie shipper at first I was upset that Archie and Betty didn’t get a one on one scene like the others did. At first it made no sense to me I mean Veronica and Archie got one, Archie and Jughead got one, Veronica and Betty got one so it seemed really odd to me that Betty and Archie who have been childhood friends didn’t get a big goodbye scene or an emotional talk about the kiss like the others did. But then I figured that actually it bodes really well for Barchie that they didn’t get that emotional scene. Why you might ask? Well I’m sure B*ghead and V*rchie shippers will disagree with me and that’s fine this is just my interpretation of it but I do feel like they closed the book on the original couples this episode. To me it did kinda feel like a goodbye to V*rchie and B*ghead. Now I’m not saying that they’ll never reopen those books, I don’t know what the future will hold but for now it definitely feels like those couples have come to an end and gotten closure. However Betty and Archie never got that and I think the reason for that is because their story isn’t done yet. There are a couple of other reasons why I think that they are deliberately leaving the Barchie storyline open and that’s the shot at the end of the episode when Jug a year later is at Pop’s and when the door opens and he looks over its Barchie look a likes. I thought this was really interesting. Like why choose to have two people who look like Betty and Archie come through that door. Was it because they are the two who Jughead misses the most? I mean lets be honest he wasn’t that close to Veronica (which was criminal in my opinion but I digress). What I find most interesting is that these two look a likes are clearly a couple. One theory could be that this is suppose to show that Jughead is still hurt by Betty and Archie’s kiss. But I think it could also be a little nod of what’s to come I mean this scene is shot with Jughead narrating about the future over the top and how they would all be different people. Of course it could be wishful thinking on my part. Another reason I think they might still have the book open for Barchie is because of something RAS said a while back, I can’t find it now but it was something along the lines of how we still hadn’t heard all of Archie’s song and that Betty had kept one of her diary’s and so the door was still open for Barchie. He specifically mentioned these two things. Well since then we have now heard the whole song but the diary still hasn’t come back into play yet which makes me wonder if it will after the timejump. Of course it could just be that the writers forgot about it or changed it but I’m choosing to cling to that little bit of hope. Also there is the fact that KJ talked about how he’s been working alot with Lili so I do still think we should be getting plenty of Barchie content in the next coming episodes.

So now I want to talk about Veronica and Archie. When I saw the promo and realised that they were probably going to have another love scene I was a bit wary about it as I wasn’t sure it was at all necessary. But surprisingly I actually didn’t mind it. I could understand the feelings behind it. They both knew that their relationship is over but that doesn’t mean that the love they have for each other has just disappeared it doesn’t work that way. So I can understand why they wanted one more night together, to live in a moment and not worry about anything else. I actually thought it was really sweet. I also think Veronica’s reaction to Archie joining the Army was understandable. I mean she already feels like she is losing him, she’s going away to college and their relationship has come to an end and then on top of all that she finds out that he is joining the army and will likely end up in a warzone where he could be hurt or even killed that must be terrifying for her. On top of that whilst I think she suspected that he was thinking about it his decision is sudden and so she might feel like he hasn’t thought it through properly. I really felt it when she was talking to Betty and said that the thing that was eating her up was the way it was ending, that it was unresolved and that she had wished she had said goodbye and hugged him on more time. Which brings me to one of my favourite scenes of the episode. I loved when Archie is looking at the photo of his dad and he has the flashbacks of all the things he’s leaving behind in Riverdale, all the things he’s saying goodbye to then he looks out his window and sees Veronica, Betty and Jughead in the Jalopy. I don’t know why but something about this scene made me feel a little choked up and the soundtrack that went along with it was chilling. I think the goodbye scene between Archie and Veronica was again really sweet and I think it was a nice end to their romantic relationship.

Ok Betty and Jughead next. Now I might not have been a B*ghead shipper but I didn’t hate them as a couple and I like and care about their characters so seeing their break up was so painful. My heart really did break for them. I mean the moment Betty says that she has to tell him something and you see his eyes well up and him whisper ‘oh no’ our boy knew what was coming and I think it was something he dreaded but also always believed would happen eventually. Just like the V*rchie love scene I really did think I would hate the B*ghead love scene but again I think it made sense for the characters in that moment. They were both in pain and looking for comfort and were just clinging to that moment because deep down they both knew what was coming but wanted to hold it off as long as possible. It wasn’t at all the healthiest way of dealing with it but it was a very young teenage response. I do want to just say that Cole’s acting in that moment when he finds out the truth was on point he did an amazing job. I mean you can literally see him go through so many emotions in those few seconds, first the dread and realisation, then the shock and pain, then anger, then heartbreak and then desperation. I was surprised that the reason why they break up is ultimately because of the kiss it seemed like from RAS’s interviews that it was going to be the distance that broke them up and whilst it played a part ultimately I do think that it was the kiss that was the main reason. I think alot of what causes that distance between them in those final weeks before Betty leaves is that Jughead knows that its not just a kiss that there are real feelings behind it. I think this is a big reason why they don’t talk about it because I don’t think Jug was ready to actually hear her say it and I don’t think Betty was ready to confront that she does have feelings for Archie. I do feel like Betty and Jughead’s goodbye was sadder because of that distance that grew between them. Whilst I think Archie and Veronica had already excepted that it was over for them Betty and Jughead held on longer and were more in denial in my opinion. But that’s just my interpretation of it.

Another thing I want to touch on real quick is that I know alot of people didn’t like the reactions Veronica and Jughead had to the whole cheating storyline and thought that they weren’t angry enough but I didn’t mind their reactions. I think they were obviously upset its just that there were bigger things going on in their lives. I mean Veronica says she can’t be angry at Betty right now because of everything that is going on with Archie. That doesn’t mean she won’t go through those stages of anger later, we just either won’t see them or will see them in flashbacks. It’s the same with Jughead he clearly isn’t uneffected, he tells Archie its fine but then we see him and Betty drifting apart because of it so to me their reactions made sense within the context of what was going on at the time. I do think those feelings of anger will come through and that could be why only Jughead shows up a year later. I did think that end scene of seeing Juggie on his own was so heartbreaking. I do wonder why none of them show up. I mean if I was going to guess then I’m assuming Archie was deployed and couldn’t. I’m not sure about Betty and Veronica though unless like I said that anger does eventually come through and her and Betty have a falling out and so its too awkard for them to come but I’m just guessing with that one.

Now I want to talk a little more about Barchie, I know I touched on it a little before but I want to talk about a couple of other things. The first is Betty’s reaction to hearing Archie was joining the Army. I know alot of people felt like it came across as Betty not caring that Archie had joined especially when you compare her reaction to Veronica’s but I didn’t see it that way at all. Sometimes the best way you can love a person is by accepting and supporting their decisions even if you yourself have doubts about it or fears about it. I think this is what Betty does. If you look at her facial expression in that moment you can see that she’s not happy about the news and that she is concerned but she also knows Archie and she trusts him to make his own decisions and to trust his own judgement so she chooses to support him. Right before she says that she supports him he says that for the first time he doesn’t feel scared or uncertain about the future and I think Betty trusts in his certainty. Also I loved their hug goodbye. It might only have been short but it was adorable I especially liked how Betty buried her nose in his shoulder so she could smell his jacket one last time. I also thought it was cute how he said see you in a year to her even if that didn’t end up happening. Another thing that I thought was interesting is going back to those flashbacks I mentioned earlier, it was odd and interesting that none of those flashbacks had any one on one scenes of Betty, she was included in some of the group shots but no Barchie moments not even just friendship moments. Again I said I did feel like this moment was Archie saying goodbye to those things he was leaving behind, this episode as a whole felt like a goodbye or a closing of a chapter but at no point in the episode did I feel like he was saying goodbye to Betty. Even when they hug it ends with him saying see you in a year which to me is interesting and again really does make me think that they are leaving that door open for Barchie. Of course it could just me but I do feel like the writers made a consious decision to make sure that it didn’t feel like Barchie were getting closure.

Time jump/ 5x04 Theories.

To finish off I just want to throw out some theories of what I think is going to happen in the next episode and maybe a little further into the time jump and I am basing these off some spoilers we got but largely the two promos that have been released. So if you are trying to stay completely spoiler free about the time jump then stop reading now.

So I am going to start with the first promo that was released and go through it sort of shot by shot and talk about any notes I have if that makes sense.

1) We know that Archie went to war and I’ve already made a post about this but the first few shots was scenes of war on a football pitch which I did sadly see quite a few people laughing about. The reason why that saddens me and I’m trying not to judge anyone here because I know people sometimes use humor to deal with dark subjects but this is obviously a flashback Archie is having from his time at war not actual scenes of the war if that makes sense. I think the scene will be Archie coaching the boys and maybe he sees one of the boys get tackled to the ground and that triggers a flashback which is why in those scenes you can see football players laying on the ground as well as soldiers. Personally this isn’t something I can laugh about just because of the serious nature of the topic but then people might not have realised what those scenes were showing so like I said trying not to judge.

2) This is kinda linked to the one above but I made a theory post way back when season 4 had just finished up and we had just got that casting of Archie’s friend Eric who lost his leg and I said I reckoned the show was going to use Eric to show the physical trauma war can have on a person and that I thought whatever event caused Eric to lose his leg would also injure Archie and that’s why he would return home and that they would use Archie to show the mental trauma that war can have and how Archie was going to be struggling with PTSD and survivor’s guilt. Judging from the scenes in the promo where we see Archie surrounded by explosions and then him in a hospital bed with a officer asking if he was ready to go home I’m sticking with this theory.

3) It looks like Jughead successfully managed to publish one book but is now struggling to write another it gives me a lot of Lucas vibes from OTH. I reckon once he is back in Riverdale and he finds a new mystery he’ll get past that writers block and I reckon Tabitha will be a help with that as I heard some spoilers that her and Jughead become friends which I am excited to see.

4) It looks like Betty who is now an FBI agent is going to go through something tramatic as hell in the shots it looks like she is stuck down a well in a barn or something like that and there is a masked figure looking down at her, the whole scene looks terrifying and I’m going to guess that she was working on a case and got captured.

Ok now I’m going to move on to the next promo.

5) I’m going to start with this one because it kinda links back to the one above but it looks like Betty is having flashbacks to her captors. There’s a shot of her screaming and a masked man that looks similar to the one in the first promo coming at her with a chainsaw. Now this could be real and there could really be someone invading her home but something makes me feel like she is hallucinating. Also theres a shot that looks like its Archie breaking down Betty’s door and knocking out a guy in a leather coat so maybe this guy breaks in and Betty hallucinates that its the guy who captured her, Archie hears her scream and comes to her rescue.

6) My eyes could be decieving me on this one but it looks like Barchie are going to get a shower scene. Which as a Barchie shipper obviously I’m excited about that. But I do think the fact that they both seem to be suffering from PTSD and flashbacks is what’s going to bring Barchie back together and they’ll help each other through that. I could see this scene happening right after the invader scene where Archie is trying to comfort Betty.

7) Toni is an absolute queen. This isn’t really a theory I just wanted to say that I mean did you see those shots of her pregnant on stage all decked out and dancing with the serpents.

8) This is a theory though Toni as we know is pregnant and my theory for this is either one she had a one night stand with some stranger and that’s whose baby it is or two which I like better she is acting as a kind of surrogate for Kangs but the baby is also hers and Cheryls and the four of them are going to raise it together. Think Silver and Teddy and Shane from 90210.

9) It’s possible that Cheryl and Toni are married. There’s a shot of Cheryl sitting at a desk and the name plate says Ms Topaz. However it could also just be that Cheryl is sitting at Toni’s desk so I don’t want to get my hopes up too high. Also if they are married it doesn’t explain why Toni is living with Kangs and Cheryl isn’t unless part of the surrogacy deal (if there is one of course) is that Toni has to live with them during the pregnancy.

10) It looks like the whole gang are going to band together against Hiram who has been wrecking Riverdale I mean there was that shot of Toni and Archie and it looks like the homeless population has gotten out of control so most likely Hiram has been buying then pulling down homes so now alot of people have no where to go. Also it looks like Hiram is trying to shut down Riverdale High so the gang all become teachers to try and keep it open. I don’t think this is going to lead anywhere good and will probably lead to an all out war between the gang and Hiram.

This isn’t really a theory just a thought I had on a theory but I’ve seen one going around that they think Archie is going to be the dad of Toni’s baby. I don’t think this is likely I just think they might have some friendship building which will be nice to see as I’ve said soo many times now one thing I want from Riverdale is to see different characters interacting so it looks like we are going to get that. Also one of the biggest reasons I don’t think Archie is the baby’s dad is because we see him arriving back in Riverdale so its likely he hasn’t seen Toni to impregnate her but this is Riverdale so who the hell knows pretty much anything is possible.

Anyway I am going to wrap it up here. I am very excited to see where the season goes so I’ll catch you all on the flip side.

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mtvswatches · 4 years ago

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Friends 2x08 The One With The List

Previous Recaps

In a nutshell: Everyone finds out about THE KISS. Chandler buys a laptop. Ross writes a list. Monica works for Mockolate. There’s a lot of staring at the rain out the window while U2 plays in the background.

Chandler: Chandler gets a new laptop and he’s obsessed, and honestly? Same. He then comes up with the idea that Ross should create a PROS/CONS list for both Julie and Rachel so that he can decide who to be with… because that’s exactly how all matters of the heart should be decided, right? To Chandler’s credit, he feels terribly sorry for coming up with the idea of the list and for not thinking on his feet and preventing Rachel from reading it (not that she didn’t deserve to know, but she deserved to have her feelings spared, you know?)

Joey: Joey’s solution for Ross’s conundrum? Threesome. But he’s the biggest fangirl once Ross breaks up with Julie and Rachel shows up at the apartment. I always loved Joey’s softer side.

Monica: Monica gets a job for Mockolate, creating Thanksgiving recipes. It’s a somewhat “comic” – in the “I know this is supposed to make me go haha” sense – relief in the midst of all the Ross-Rachel drama. Mockolate doesn’t get the FDA approval in the end, but Monica earns her pay anyway. And she also probably got some side effects.

Phoebe: Ross asks Phoebe to play a song in order to defuse the awkwardness of the situation - Julie showing up at the coffee shop, oblivious to the fact that her boyfriend had been smooching with Rachel the night before. Phoebe then played the iconic song “Two of Them Kissed Last Night”. HE MUST DECIDE.

Rachel: Rachel shares her excitement with the girls about THE KISS. Her exhilaration quickly dwindles, though, as she sees how A) Ross is still with Julie and hasn’t either told her about them nor has he broken up with her, and B) Ross hasn’t called her. Ross was already making her question her own worth. In the end, Ross kind of made up his mind, and Rachel is so happy that he’s going to get her coat, and then she sees the list on the computer (how contrived was the way she had to parade herself all through the apartment in order for her to face the computer and read what was on the screen? Why didn’t they just leave the computer on the kitchen counter? Did the computer have to be next to the printer, is that why?) And then the printer starts working. The boys try to distract her, but it’s too late, she saw her name there and she needs to know what it was about. Rachel OBVIOUSLY outsmarts them, and ends up reading the list. Kind of ditzy. Too into her looks. Spoiled. Just a waitress. Ouch. She’s disappointed and hurt, and rightfully so. To this day, Rachel words still hit close to home: “Imagine the worst things you think about yourself. Now, how would you feel if the one person that you trusted the most in the world not only thinks them too, but actually uses them as reasons not to be with you.” There’s no worse feeling in the world than having someone you love spew at you the most awful things you think of yourself but try to convince yourself are not true – when they say those things, it’s confirmation that they’re true, and that you’re not good enough. I applaud Rachel for standing her ground and not letting Ross walk all over her. But it’s painful to watch her be so heartbroken.

Ross: I see how the contrast they showed between the girls and the boys reacting to Ross and Rachel’s kiss is supposed to be funny, but who are we kidding? Ross would actually act like one of the girls. This is the guy who has been holding a torch for the same girl SINCE THE 9TH FUCKING GRADE. Am I really supposed to buy that he would just be: “oh yeah I kissed her, tongue, yeah”? REALLY? He’s been DREAMING about this moment for YEARS, literally. I’d say he would be a tad more excited, right? While he is excited about the prospect of being with Rachel, he is still very much in a committed relationship with Julie. They were about to get a cat, remember? And this is the episode where Ross’s “Nice Guy” schtick starts to show. He says he feels all torn about it, but if he truly were, he would’ve told Julie what happened the previous night. Instead, he continues to pretend everything is okay with Julie while making Rachel feel like the other woman. He was the one who came back to the coffee shop, remember? He was the one in a relationship, who shouldn’t have cheated on their partner, right? Anyway, Ross follows Chandler’s advice to compile a list comparing Julie and Rachel. And while it is sweet how Julie’s biggest con was that she was not Rachel, the whole comparison thing is simply despicable – especially considering how quickly he came up with the list of flaws for Rachel. Eventually, he does the right thing – sort of – and breaks things off with Julie. Goodbye, Julie. You won’t be missed, but you were a nice girl who deserved much better than Ross Geller. Ross thought he could have his cake and eat it too, but Rachel did not want anything to do with him after reading his list. He then climbs into the girls’ balcony, with a list of all the things he loves about Rachel. Which would’ve been an amazing romantic gesture. You know, if he hadn’t written that other list in the first place. There’s no convincing Rachel, though. Ross reasons that if things were the other way around, there was nothing she could’ve said that would make him not want to be with her. Which is 100% unverifiable. There’s no way to know he would’ve been so mighty. Actually, considering how petty he can be, I’d wager he wouldn’t let it go, but whatever. His argument is proven invalid, though, when Rachel argues that she would never write the list in the first place. Ross gives it one last shot – he sends a song request to a radio show, with a message for Rachel. But not even the radio host is on Ross’s side.

One Iconic Scene:

Ross and Rachel’s first break-up in front of the whole gang.

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san-station · 5 years ago

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A Quiet Place AU / ATEEZ (Post-apocalyptic)

Chapter 1

↝Word count: 1772

Description: In a world full of silence and dangerous creatures seeking for blood, a group of friends have to survive for their own good and find the safe place they’ve heard about months ago.

Pairing: OC x San.

Note: This story is entirely fictional. The written universe is an adaptation of John Krasinski’s movie A Quiet Place, some terms or actions may or may not be included in the film.

WARNING: The followed story contains descriptions of violence, explicit wounds, mention of blood, death, depression. If you are easily disturbed, please, stop reading for you own good.

A/N: Hiiii, this is my first serie ever. I hope you like the beginning~! Sorry if there are some typos. Don't be shy, comment what you think about it ;3.

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Watch Your Steps

We had to rush, except none of us moved, our feet glued to the cement as if it was still fresh. We knew we had to run but again, none of us could assimilate it. The sound that lasted a millisecond wasn’t even the loudest, however they could hear the smallest chirp of a cricket in the deepest forest, the purring of a cat under a lot of sheets or the yawn of a baby before going to bed as silent as the wind blowing slowly… No matter if we were on the top of the skyscraper, they always heard.

It hit my shocked face when the growls started. I was tired, thirsty, my legs hurt and I hadn’t eaten a proper food in forever; who would’ve thought that a fucking pile of beer bottles hidden behind the door of a small bird house located on one of the rooftop’s corners could ruined three months of surviving the craziest era humanity ever lived. Once the bottles stopped rolling through the wooden floor, my lungs felt fire due to the air I retained, my hands started to shake inside my coat... and it hit me again. We need to fucking run, was the only thing on my mind, but I was not being the reasonable person I was, the common sense was off the place and so were my hopes.

Since I was a child, I thought heights were the scariest thing in the world. The moment I stepped into the rooftop I was already hyperventilating, but it couldn’t compare to the feeling of being chased by those bloodthirsty creatures, and I knew I wasn’t the only one thinking about that, of course. The two people with me had the same expression on their faces. Seonghwa, the guy on my right, tall, blue eyes, body shaped, black hair and paternal instinct, looked at me with wide eyes; he quickly put a hand over my mouth and shook his head violently, words couldn’t be exchanged at that moment, not when we were that close to be slaughter, but his eyes could tell everything. Don’t scream.

In front of us was Misuk, a small and chubby girl with a fearsome attitude who happened to be the other only girl that was stuck with us. She had short blonde hair and the most amusing personality ever (at least for me). She was the one that opened the door nonchalant trying to find bird seed... Oh, I can tell she was really mad at herself; Misuk was the one telling us to be more careful every step we made (even though we knew), and she always put sand or wet dirt on the places where there was none to prevent any of us from stepping on false. Oh, Misuk…

My body began to feel numb and the cold wind wasn’t helping either. Seonghwa’s black hair danced with the breeze along with his clothes, he was wearing a long beige sheep coat that Yunho had made two months ago, skinny black jeans with ripped knees, sneakers too dirty to remember their original color because of the lack of water and a sharp knife on his leather black belt. The handle of it had his initials, “P.S”, engraved in silver with a lovely handwriting. Misuk had her natural outfit when we had to go scavenging for supplies, a pair of worn blue jeans, old black Converses, a brown t-shirt with the logo of NASA and a big black jean jacket with some alien patches. Funny, she loved those things before they arrived, after realizing that she actually liked the little friendly green buddies like E.T instead of the monsters that came to Earth. Well, after a while she found another affinity: collecting some alien fragments from their dead bodies for her own pleasure.

Misuk was a weird kid, but everyone liked her in their own way. I, for example, used to have some discussions about provisions or night shifts with her ‘cause of her lack of leadership and consciousness; I always preferred order, and everything had to be calculated, at least in this madness. But she was a free spirit, she never listened when Seonghwa or Hongjoong made a statement about her, she never cleaned when it was her turn, she sometimes laughed way too loud on our soundproof room and got all of us shhhing her,… but you gotta stick together in this if you want to survive.

Thirty minutes ago we were on the crusade to find more supplies for the rest of the group, it was the calm day #438 after the attack, creatures with hypersensitive hearing showed up on Earth after a meteor shower impacted in December of 2020. We head through the city once the sunrise illuminated the area. Seonghwa, Misuk and I were the assigned crew for the task of recollecting provisions for, at least, two long months. Well, we assigned ourselves because we’d been in those walls for like forever. San was pissed about it, but we didn’t care… now I think it was not a good idea after all.

“Jiyeong,” Misuk called me with sign language when she stopped walking in the middle of the deserted road that connected our place with the city ruins we were heading to. Misuk’s hands followed a sequence while moving her lips simultaneously, “we should split to find more rations by ourselves, right?”, she shifted her bag from one shoulder to another and gave me a bright smile.

I hesitated. The last time we splitted up, we never found Jin, he was Misuk's brother and a friend to all of us. Hongjoong still blamed himself for allowing that option for starters.

“I think it’s better for the three of us to stay together…”, Seonghwa signed with his hands covered by brown leather gloves thanks to the cold air that surrounded most of the city in late February. We both nodded in agreement, not before Misuk rolled her eyes at him and kept walking over the scattered sand that created a path of silence down our bared feet.

The city was an hour left on foot, people obviously forgot about the cars after the sound of the engine roaring was too loud and mortal for all of us. Step by step we got closer and the city buildings risen before us; sometimes (more than we needed) we found other individuals on the streets doing the same we’d been doing for months: surviving. On good days, we found families or old friends walking silently and moving on from their houses to others. On bad days -not my favorite ones to be honest- there were suicidal types of people that transformed the atmosphere completely just to put everyone around in danger. It wasn’t funny running or hiding for your life when you did nothing for them to come for you… I disgusted those kinds of people that believed they could choose who lives and who dies. Moreover, there were days when nothing happened, like almost these three months that we stayed underground with enough supplies in our soundproof room that allowed us to speak when we needed the most, we just went outside to find more provisions or walk and watch the sunset; but nothing last forever, supplies were almost running out and we had to finally get more.

The rooftop we ended up praying for our lives was our last searching point, Misuk wanted the bird seeds so much that she insisted on going all by herself after two long hours, she said we were slowing her down, however you couldn’t be alone out there. Not when they could hear you anytime.

I could listen my thumping heart on my ears; the growling became louder, closer, and the unpleasant feeling in my stomach gave me nauseous. Seonghwa stared now at Misuk; she had a deadpan face and decided to close the bird house slowly with her right hand while her left hand rested on her mouth for preventing her of letting out a gasp. I shook my head. Just leave it like that!, I wanted to scream at her. But when the beer bottles rolled again and collided with a seed bag inside the little house, it felt dry on the floor with the most horrendous echoing sound. I swallow hard, my head hurt and the shrill shout that came from the rooftop door activated all my senses. My brain proceeded to watch everything in front of me as if it was on slow-motion.

One creature broke the door with a clean slam, a second one followed its entrance. Their knife-hands cut the metal with a perfect precision and distant howls filled the place when one of them jumped higher that a human being could ever do. My shaky breath was held by Seonghwa’s hands when I stepped back, my fingers reached his owns and I squeezed them as tight as I could against my mouth. Misuk turned around as fast as she could when the hand of one creature slammed into her stomach in within seconds, the deafening sound of her ribs breaking made the tears instantly fall down from my cheeks to Seonghwa’s gloves, she gasped. The sore flesh was vividly cut and her eyes, wide and green, looked to the sky while her body jerked on the floor with a thump. The enormous hollow in the center of her belly straight away scattered overflowing blood all over the floor, and the rest of her body rested on the cement, still she found a way to turn her head into our direction and gave us a sad smile. Red drops were now on our clothes and faces, some of her large intestine and lungs were being eaten by both creatures making grumbling noises. It looked like they were having a Thanksgiving meal and we were probably the desert.

Then, a creatures pulled up its head and the sides of it was wide open as we saw the sound sensors vibrating, trying to reach for more victims nearby. Seonghwa and I could only watch the scene petrified. A tiny groan left Misuk’s throat with her last breath and I gasped in silence while my soaked eyes blurred part of the view, the ripping sounds of bones and flesh continued and I felt Seonghwa’s chest shake a little on my back, but he kept his head high aware of the beasts in front of us. I don’t know if he closed his eyes, I just know we stood there still watching our friend die and hoping we wouldn’t be next.

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Yes, Noah, There is a Santa Claus

Written For: @untapdtreasure

Title: Yes, Noah, There is a Santa Claus Author: motherbearof03 Rating: Teen and up Summary: Noah asks for something special for Christmas and his mother has no idea what it is. A/N:

“Mom?”

“Yes, Noah?” Olivia asked absently.

It was the Sunday after Thanksgiving and the SVU Captain was enjoying the last day of her four day weekend, grateful nothing had happened over the holiday that warranted her squad calling her. Dinner was in the oven, laundry had been finished, folded and put away, and she was trying to finish the book she started on Friday. It was the first long weekend they’d had in a long time with no interruptions.

“Those red mailboxes we saw in the store. Do the letters kids put in them actually get to Santa?”

She and Noah had braved the stores for some Black Friday shopping and she had to stop for a moment, taking her focus off the page in front of her and think about what he was asking.

“Mailboxes? Oh, in Macy’s you mean?”

He nodded. Her son had turned seven less than two weeks before and she wondered if he was trying to ask whether Santa was real or if he wanted to send a letter to the Jolly Old Elf.

“Why? Did you want to write one?”

He nodded again.

“Yeah, but I want to make sure it actually gets to him,” Noah explained and she breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

He was too young to stop believing in the magic of Christmas. Fortunately, she had been able to get him just about everything he’d asked Santa for since he started writing letters. Last year and the year before he asked for a puppy and Santa had to reply explaining how their apartment and his mom’s work schedule didn’t really make for a good time for them to have a dog, but promised he could play with Frannie whenever he wanted; the promise made with Amanda’s blessing.

“Why don’t you write your letter and I’ll find out about the Macy’s mailboxes. Otherwise, I can get the address for you,” Olivia suggested.

“How can you get Santa’s address?” Noah’s blue eyes narrowed.

“I may be Captain now, but I’m still a detective, remember?” She winked at him.

“Oh, yeah! Can I have some paper?”

“May I?” His mother corrected and pointed toward the computer printer on the shelf. “You can use that.”

Noah got up and took several sheets of paper and settled at the coffee table with a pencil. Olivia returned to her book and his letter was forgotten until he asked for an envelope after dinner. She got him one, helped him fold the pages and put it on the refrigerator until the Macy’s mailbox was verified or she tracked down Santa’s address. He didn’t have school the next day and so she was running behind, having allowed herself the luxury of a couple extra minutes in bed.

“Don’t forget my letter,” her son reminded her as she pulled on her winter coat by the door.

Olivia spun on her heel and walked back to the kitchen reaching for the envelope. It was held in place by a magnet with a photo of a bird flying across an intersection with the words “Is it still jaywalking if you fly?”

She paused, and for a moment was transported back to that day two years ago when her family not by blood but by choice had come to the apartment in the days after Noah’s kidnapping by his grandmother, Sheila Porter. Carisi, Amanda and Jesse had shown up first, with casseroles of homemade food from Sonny’s mother and cookies and cannoli from his favorite bakery. Fin was next, with a large box of Legos that the kids dove into while the adults opened a bottle of wine. The last knock at her door was the one she’d secretly most hoped for and when she opened it to see Rafael Barba standing there, her heart skipped a beat.

Olivia always thought nothing was more attractive than him in one of his coordinated suit, tie and suspenders combinations but to see him on her threshold in dark jeans, a casual pullover shirt and wool coat, asking how she was with a look of concerned sincerity made her want to throw herself into his arms and feel them around her again like she had in her office. Time stood still as they spoke and drank each other in and he finally had to prompt her to let him enter the apartment. That was when Noah told him about the deer that crossed the road in front of the on the way home from New Hampshire and he made the silly dad joke about how in New York he’d be arrested for jaywalking that made Noah laugh. That was the first thing that the then ADA did that day that surprised her. The other was that he knelt down at the table and immediately began to play with the children. At one point he’d glanced up at her and caught her watching, her expression soft. Before she could allow herself to think about where Barba was or what he was doing now, her son broke the moment.

“Mom? Did you hear me?”

Pulling the envelope free, Olivia turned to face Noah.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, what did you say?”

“I said, it’s snowing!”

She glanced at the window and frowned. Just what she needed when she was already running late. Then she moved to kiss the top of Noah’s curls.

“Be good for Lucy today. I love you.”

“Love you too. And I’m always good.”

He gave her a lopsided smile that was so familiar to the one she used to get from the former ADA who left her standing outside the courthouse that her breath caught. Shaking her head to rid it of any more thoughts of the man, she tightened her belt and left the apartment. It wasn’t snowing, Olivia discovered when she got out of the building, but sleeting. Fine pellets of ice that stung against her face. Punishment for allowing herself to think about Barba, she thought wryly, and pulled her collar higher, falling in with the crowds on the sidewalk. She’d trained herself not to think about him; or at least to only think about him when she chose to and could control her emotions. But lately everywhere she turned there were reminders. When they were decorating for Carisi’s party to celebrate his move to the DA’s office, the bartender had been playing a black and white western. The outfit Noah chose to wear to Billie’s christening included suspenders. And now the jaywalking magnet.

Olivia was surprised when, after writing his letter to Santa, Noah announced he wanted to see him as well.

“I just want to make sure he got my letter and understood what I told him,” the boy said.

She tried to assure him that Santa got his letter and that of course he understood, but there was no dissuading the boy. If she hadn’t known better, she’d have thought he’d been taking lessons in courtroom arguments from Rafael Barba. He parried back at every statement she presented to him, and was accepting none of it. He needed to talk to Santa in person.

That was how Olivia found herself standing in line at Macy’s one evening after work in December. For some reason she thought the crowds would be smaller than on the weekend. She was wrong. She was reminded of the scene in “A Christmas Story” when Ralphie and his brother arrive to see Santa and are told the line starts “back there”, because the man in the red suit wasn’t even in sight when they took their place in the lane of candy cane striped poles, between which were strung ropes of sparkling tinsel. As they made their way slowly through the serpentine, Noah was content to take in the festive surroundings and try and figure which fairy tale each tree was decorated to represent. This freed his mother up to check her personal email, deleting numerous ads for holiday sales, cookie recipes and DIY decorating tips. She paused when she saw the one from Noah’s teacher.

“Noah, why did Ms. Tatum send me an email?”

He was standing on one foot, arms over his head, imitating the pirouette of one of the ballerinas on the Nutcracker tree.

“Probably because I told her I was bored at school,” he replied nonchalantly, raising up on the toe of his high tops and attempting to spin around; the rubber sole on the thin carpeted walkway preventing him from being successful.

“Bored? Since when? I thought you liked school?”

Noah shrugged, and took a step forward as the line moved, reassumed his position and tried again and was again foiled by his footwear.

“Stupid sneakers. If I had my dance shoes on, I could do it,” he muttered.

“Don’t say stupid, honey, and answer my question,” Olivia told him.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged again and she bit her lip to keep from telling him not to shrug. “It’s all easy. I get bored when Ms. Tatum has to stop and help someone else because I’ve already finished my work.”

“It’s her job to make sure everyone learns the lesson.”

“I know, so I just read or draw a picture or something. I’m not disruptive, Mom,” Noah said with a hint of disdain and slight eye roll and again she felt the ghost of a former ADA in the room.

“You’re next,” she said, deciding to see what the teacher had to say while he spoke to Santa.

Not surprisingly, the email echoed what Noah had said. His teacher asked Olivia to let her know when she had time to meet to discuss some options, because she didn’t want the boy to lose his passion for learning. The SVU Captain liked the young woman and was glad to see she had picked up on the issue and was bringing it to her attention. She replied with a few days and times and looked up to see if Noah had finished. He was still sitting on the lap of the man in the red suit and speaking intently, as if making sure he got his point across. Olivia walked up to the pair.

“Noah, there are other children who want to talk to Santa. I think your turn is up,” she said with a smile.

“It’s all right, officer,” Santa told her, spotting her badge. “Noah and I were just finishing up.”

“My mom is the Captain,” Noah informed him proudly. “But she’s still a detective.”

Santa, who sported his own whiskers, grinned from behind them and his eyes twinkled at her. They were blue, but reminded her a lot of a pair of green ones the way they lit up with amusement.

“Is she now? Well that’s an important job and I’m sure your mom works hard,” he told the boy. “You need to be an extra good boy for her.”

“He’s always good,” Olivia assured Santa, holding her hand out. “Come on, Noah, let’s go.”

“Noah, go get your treat from one of my elves. I want to ask your mom what she wants for Christmas.”

The boy hopped off his lap and went obediently a few yards away where he could choose from a pile of small wrapped packages that were being watched over by pointed eared elves wearing curled toed shoes.

“Noah was telling me he’s bored at school and that’s a terrible thing for a child at his age. He seems extremely bright,” the man said when the child was out of earshot.

Olivia nodded.

“He is. I’ve just gotten a letter from his teacher wanting to talk about it.”

“Santa has a lot of friends in education, as you can imagine, working with so many children. There’s a wonderful charter school run by a friend of mine.”

He reached into the pocket of his red trousers and pulled out a card.

“Maybe go visit it first without Noah and see what you think.”

The woman took it from his white gloved fingers with another nod.

“Thank you. I’ve been wondering if a charter school might be a good option for him.”

Olivia turned to leave.

“And Captain?”

She turned back.

“I hope you and your brother are able to mend fences for the holidays.”

Shocked and confused, Olivia simply nodded and walked to Noah as the next child approached Santa. Her brother? What had Noah told the man? When Simon died, she told Noah about it only because he had met his uncle. Of course, she hadn’t explained that the man overdosed, but simply that he had an accident. Maybe someday she would explain more. She was still working out her own guilt that her phone message had pushed the former addict to seek solace in drugs again and resulted in his death. Beside her, Noah was telling her about the coloring book and crayons he’d opened and asking if he could eat the candy cane that had been attached to the package.

Later that night, once Noah was in bed, Olivia called Amanda Rollins. At work, the two women maintained their commanding officer/detective relationship, but outside, they had become fast friends and spoke often about everything non-SVU related, including parenting and their relationships. Although those conversations were mostly one-sided, with Amanda sometimes complaining, but often telling her about the sweet things that Sonny Carisi did. Olivia was never surprised; she knew the new ADA had a romantic streak a mile wide. Tonight, she filled her friend in on the visit with Santa.

“So you have no idea what he said or what he wants?” Amanda asked.

“Not a clue.”

“Didn’t you read the letter before you put it in the mailbox at the store?”

“No, dammit. I took it after he wrote it and then made the mistake of admitting I hadn’t dropped it off, so then we had to actually mail it,” she explained.

“Rookie mistake, Liv,” Amanda laughed. “Always read the letter.”

“I know. I usually do. But this year he wrote it himself without any help and sealed it up. Maybe he didn’t want me to see it.”

“Is he testing to see if Santa is real?”

“I don’t think so,” said Olivia. “Otherwise why would he insist on seeing him in the store? Who, by the way, is the only Santa, according to Noah, because he comes in the parade. He said all the others are just elves that dress up like Santa and report back to him.”

The two women laughed, then Olivia added,

“I just hope this isn’t something I can’t figure out or fulfill. And why would he say something about Simon? He only met him that one time.”

“I don’t know. Maybe he’s picking up on your unresolved feelings about Simon’s death,” Amanda suggested.

“Now you sound like Dr. Lindstrom.”

“You were the one who said I should try therapy,” her detective shot back. “Must be working.”

On her end, Olivia just smiled and shook her head.

Noah appeared to be satisfied after his visit with Santa, and didn’t bring it up again as the days grew shorter and his mother tried to balance work and final holiday preparations, along with fitting in a meeting with his teacher. The conference went well, with both parent and teacher in agreement that the boy needed additional enrichment and stimulation and that a charter school might be a good option, validating the opinion of the Santa from Macy’s, who, Olivia thought had looked like a retired schoolteacher himself. Noah’s teacher provided two recommendations; one of which was the same as the school on the card that had been in the SVU Captain’s coat pocket since the night at the department store.

Olivia stood in the office of the school recommended by both Noah’s teacher and Santa, waiting for the principal. It didn’t look much different than his current school but there was a different vibe. As she walked through the hallway, she’d heard music coming from one classroom, and a glimpse through the window in the door of another saw children at various stations around the room. Even the ones she passed where students were seated and listening to the teacher, they all had engaged expressions on their faces. None of them looked bored or uninterested in the lesson. Instinctively, Olivia felt like this might be a better fit for Noah.

“Ms. Benson?”

Olivia turned in the direction of the voice to see a familiar figure but one she hadn’t seen in several years.

“Mrs. Barba?”

“Lieutenant Benson!”

The older woman came closer and embraced her, then stepped back and held onto her arms, looking Olivia over.

“You’re looking well, Lieutenant,” Lucia said.

“It’s Captain now, actually. And so are you, Mrs. Barba.”

“Captain? That’s quite a feather in your cap, isn’t it?” Then she waved her hand at the return compliment. “Ah, you’re kind for saying so. But years are catching up with me.”

Olivia couldn’t have disagreed more. Other than a few more lines around her kind brown eyes, Lucia Barba didn’t look much different than she did the first time they’d met in the courthouse and the woman had told her she drove Rafael “a little crazy”.

“So what can I do for you, Captain? I hope you’re not here on police business?”

“Please, call me Olivia. And no, I’m here to look at possibly sending my son, Noah, to school here.”

“He’s in school? He can’t be old enough to be in school!” Lucia exclaimed. “I remember when Rafi told me you adopted him.”

“He’s seven years old and in second grade,” Olivia confirmed with a smile. “But he’s complaining of being bored at school, so his teacher suggested I look into a charter school and this one was recommended by both her and a friend of yours.”

The older woman linked her arm through Olivia’s and led her into the hallway.

“Let me give you a tour. Who was this friend of mine?” she asked.

Olivia laughed.

“I don’t actually know his name. He’s playing Santa at Macy’s right now. Blue eyes, real white beard. He gave me your card.”

Lucia shook her head.

“I can’t think of who that might be off the top of my head, but I give my cards to a lot of people.”

Olivia nodded. She did the same thing.

Lucia gave Olivia the full tour of the school, just as she did with every prospective parent and the captain couldn’t deny it seemed like a better fit for Noah. She was ready to ask if she could bring the boy for a visit as they returned to the main office when the words stuck in her throat. Bent over a desk was a man wearing jeans, a white shirt with the sleeves turned back to his elbows and a vest. Olivia knew immediately who it was. She had looked at the stripes on the back of that vest so many times, admiring the broad shoulders beneath it and wondering if they were maroon and dark brown or maroon and charcoal gray. Her heart thudded heavily in her chest as her eyes lingered over his form.

“Rafi! What are you doing here?” exclaimed Lucia.

The man straightened and spun gracefully on his heel, speaking as his did.

“Five days before Christmas and your Civics teacher breaks his ankle trying out snowshoes. On carpet. So I’m here to sub. Didn’t anyone……”

Rafael Barba’s voice trailed off when he saw the woman standing beside his mother. He recovered, although his voice cracked slightly on the last word.

“Tell you?”

“Yes, yes, that’s right. I’d forgotten you were coming in today.”

Lucia Barba looked between her son and his former coworker; the woman he hadn’t seen in 683 days, if the small number he wrote on his desk blotter calendar was to be believed. For the longest time she didn’t realize what those little consecutive numbers were that appeared every day. Then in February, when he made an off handed comment about how long it had been since he left the District Attorney’s office, his mother put the two things together.

Barba couldn’t take his eyes off of Olivia.

Over her arm she held the same winter coat he’d seen her in more times than he could remember and she wore her usual work attire: black pants and blazer, although beneath the blazer she had on a soft looking green sweater. In the v neck a pendant lay against her skin he hadn’t seen before and he wondered fleetingly if someone gave it to her or she bought it for herself. The badge at her waist caught his eye. It was different.

“Captain Benson was just getting the tour,” Lucia told him with a smile, since neither one of them seemed to be able to speak. “She’s considering sending her son here.”

Captain? She finally did it, he thought, meeting her eyes. Then he smiled before wetting his lips and finding his voice again.

“Congratulations, Liv.”

He got no return smile. Her brown eyes were burning with controlled anger although it wasn’t reflected anywhere on her face. Olivia’s gaze traveled from his shoes up over the jeans she had rarely seen him wear in the years they worked together, the familiar vest and shirtsleeves, skimming over the bare forearms she’d looked at so many times, to the beard and mustache he now sported and more casual hairstyle, all of which held more gray than she expected, but was surprised to find it suited him.

“Nice to see you’re still getting some use out of your suits, Barba.”

Then she looked at the woman beside her, her voice softening.

“Thank you very much for the tour, Lucia. I’ll be in touch about bringing Noah to visit,“ Olivia said.

She turned and left the room, leaving the two Barbas looking at each other. Olivia’s heels echoed as she strode quickly toward the exit, the sound matching the pounding of her heart. Pushing the door open, she stepped out into the cold air and paused, taking gulping breaths. Back in the school office, Lucia looked her son, who had taken a step backward at Olivia’s sharp words and was leaning limply against the desk he’d been bent over minutes before. Olivia Benson was the last person he expected to see at the school at which he occasionally taught and where he had served on the board of directors for the last year and helped with funding efforts.

“I’m guessing that means she didn’t know you were still in the city?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No, we haven’t spoken –”

“In 683 days. Yes, I finally figured out what you were keeping track of on your desk calendar. So are you really going to let her walk away?”

He said nothing. Lucia folded her arms across her chest and fixed her son with a look.

“Rafael Barba, do you think I don’t know how you feel about Olivia – have felt about her for years? I know you did what you needed to do; quitting the DA’s office, but you didn’t have to leave her behind too.”

Then she reached out and took the papers he’d been holding.

“Go. She can’t have gotten very far. I’ll take the class.”

Rafael found his voice for the second time and kissed his mother on the cheek.

“You’re right. Thank you.”

“I know. And you’re welcome.”

He grabbed his coat from the nearby coat rack and sprinted down the hall toward the same exit Olivia had gone out, and burst through the doors, coming to an abrupt halt when he didn’t see her there. Barba mentally kicked himself. Had he really expected her to be standing on the other side of the doors, waiting for him? But part of him had. His gaze swept the small fenced area outside the school where the children played in good weather and his heart stuttered when he saw a familiar figure on a bench. Olivia was hunched over her arms crossed in front of her, still holding her coat. He saw her shoulders move; from either cold or because she was crying he couldn’t tell. Before he could think twice, Rafael was down the stairs and across the playground. He didn’t speak until he was standing in front of her.

“Liv.”

If she heard him, Olivia gave no indication, so he crouched down in front of her, like he would one of the children.

“Liv,” he said again, reaching out to gently touch her arm.

She pulled away and raised her head.

“You’ve been here the whole time?” she asked hoarsely, her voice thick with unshed tears.

He nodded guiltily.

“Almost two years,” she said fiercely. “Almost two fucking years, Rafa! I thought you had dropped off the face of the earth and you were here all along?”

Her use of the nickname that only she used brought a lump to his own throat.

“Mostly, anyway. I went away for a little while,” Rafael replied. He shrugged and spoke again. “But this is my home. I couldn’t leave it.”

“You left me.”

The three words were said so quietly he almost missed them. But he didn’t miss her violent shiver.

“Liv, you must be freezing. Put your coat on.”

She let him tug it from her grasp and stand up to hold it out for her to slip her arms into. It bunched up behind her on the bench and she stood to button and belt it. Face to face for the first time since that fateful February day, Rafael reached out and took her hands in his. She didn’t pull away.

“I’m sorry.”

Before she could reply her phone rang. Removing one hand from his grasp, she took it out and answered.

“Benson. Yes, I’m done. I’ll be right there. Thanks, Fin.”

Pocketing the device, she met his eyes. They weren’t as angry as earlier, but were still serious.

“Work,” he said. It wasn’t a question.

“Yes. Trying to get things wrapped up before the holidays.”

She didn’t offer him any details and he didn’t ask. That wasn’t his life anymore.

“We need to talk,” he said, not wanting to let her leave, but knowing he had to.

Olivia nodded. She had more than a few things she wanted to say to the former ADA. She thought for a moment and then said,

“Carisi is taking the kids Christmas shopping tonight, so Noah won’t be around if you want to stop over.”

She didn’t want the boy to see him again until the two of them had ironed out their differences. His questions about his Uncle Rafa had dwindled to once a month or so, when something reminded him of the man. At first, he asked at least once a week where he had gone and when he was coming back.

“What time?” Rafael tried not to sound too eager. But if she had said 2 a.m. at the top of the Empire State Building he’d have agreed.

“He’s picking Noah up around 5:00. I might not be home by then. Is six okay?”

“I’ll be there.”

She didn’t say, so he presumed they were in the same apartment.

Olivia looked down where he was still holding her other hand and then offered him a small smile.

“I’ll see you later, then.”

He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles and released her.

“Later.”

It was 5:45 when Olivia rushed through her apartment door. She had hoped to leave the precinct by at least 5:15 but it was pushing half past by the time she finally closed her office door and wished Fin and Kat Merry Christmas. Amanda had already gone with Carisi when he showed up and went with him to her place to get her girls before picking up Noah. She was going to dinner with him and the kids before returning home to wrap presents while he took them to choose gifts for their respective mothers. Amanda told her he had volunteered and she wasn’t going to say no to any time alone before Christmas.

Olivia had had a hard time concentrating after returning to work. Rafael Barba was the last person she expected to encounter at a prospective school for Noah, and a chance encounter wasn’t the way she had envisioned finally seeing him again. She’d hoped for some advance notice. Like Carisi telling her Barba had returned to the DA’s office, or getting a phone call or an email. Something to give her a chance to emotionally prepare herself. She shrugged out of her blazer, unzipped and kicked off her boots, and shimmied out of her work pants. She liked the sweater she’d put on that morning, so she left that on and pulled on a pair of comfortable jeans. A quick tooth brushing and freshening of makeup and Olivia was pulling a brush through her hair when she heard a knock at the door. She pressed a hand to her stomach to quell the sudden flight of butterflies and took a breath before walking down the hall.

Rafael was feeling the same nerves on the other side of her door. He’d stood there so many times before, but this was different. All those other times he was welcome; he’d been there as a colleague and then as a friend. Now he was there to see if he had burned all the bridges between them. The door swung open and for a moment they took each other in, just as they had after Noah’s rescue from Sheila. His coat was open, revealing he still wore the clothes she’d seen him in earlier, less the tie. Olivia spoke first, stepping back to let him in.

“Hi.”

He walked past her to the kitchen bar where he put the takeout bag he carried.

“I brought dinner.”

Olivia smiled as she closed the door. That was the Rafael she remembered. Thinking with his stomach. She joined him to inspect the containers he was unpacking. He remembered all her favorites from the Cuban place he’d introduced her to years before. She put a hand on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze before moving to get plates and utensils. It felt like old times. Only it wasn’t. Before, they would have settled on the couch, each in their own corner, sharing bites from the other’s plate as they ate and talked. Now, Olivia sat down on one of the tall stools and Rafael perched stiffly on another. He popped a plantain chip in his mouth but it felt like he was chewing cardboard. She picked at the rice and beans on her plate with her fork.

“Liv.”

“Rafa.”

They spoke simultaneously. Then she continued after he inclined his head for her to go first.

“Why?”

He chuckled.

“That’s a broad question. But I owe you a few answers.”

As he talked, their familiarity returned, along with their appetites. Before long, they had moved to the couch. Rafael explained that when he was found not guilty of the charges brought against him by Jack McCoy, he felt like he had been given a second chance. That day outside the courthouse when he told her she’d changed him, he was trying to tell her that. So when he said he needed to move on, he meant from law, not her.

“Why didn’t you say so?” Olivia asked.

“I thought you knew,” he admitted. “But then you didn’t say anything, so I thought –”

Rafael paused, putting his food on the coffee table while he chose his words carefully.

“I thought I had let you down.”

“Let me down? Why? Because you needed a breather from a career that was sucking the joy from your life?”

Olivia put her own plate down grasped his forearm with both hands at the quizzical look on his face.

“Yes, I saw it. How could I not? I saw what those last few months – those cases – were doing to you. I could see it in your eyes, your body language. You were carrying a huge weight on you. You weren’t happy.”

He closed his eyes then, for a moment, and reopened them to meet hers.

“I was happy when I was with you. But because you didn’t try and stop me from leaving, I thought if you couldn’t have me as an ADA, you didn’t want me,” Rafael said softly.

“Stop you? You were the one who walked away from me, remember? As for wanting you, I’ve always wanted you, Rafael. When you said you were quitting the DA’s office I thought we could finally admit our feelings for each other, because we wouldn’t be working together. Because we wouldn’t have to worry about a conflict of interest. What did you think I wanted you to say when I said ‘And?’ I wanted you to tell me how you felt!”

Olivia had been leaning closer to him as she spoke and almost shouted the last two sentences, her brown eyes flashing with emotion.

Rafael quickly moved the arm she didn’t have hold of, put his hand at the back of her neck did what he’d wanted to do for years: kissed her. She was surprised at first, her eyes opening wide, but then they slid closed and she gave herself up to the sensation of his lips against hers for the first time. They were warm and firm and his mustache tickled just enough to make her shiver with delight. He ended the kiss and began to pull away but Olivia moved one of her hands to cup his jaw and initiated a second one. Rafael wanted to put his arms around her but they were seated awkwardly on the couch. He began to shift so he could pull her against him when she suddenly pulled away.

“What’s wrong?”

Before the words were out, he heard the apartment door open and Noah call,

“Mom, we’re home!”

Olivia sprang to her feet, hoping her lips didn’t look as thoroughly kissed as they felt. Rafael stood as well, discreetly adjusting his jeans. A few more minutes and he’d have needed to stay seated. Then he reached out and gently brushed a thumb over her bottom lip. That and the heated look in his eyes confirmed her suspicions and never had she been less happy to see her son, she thought, smiling at the man beside her before stepping toward the hallway to greet Noah and her former detective. The boy came running into the main room, the tall ADA following, carrying a shopping bag containing wrapped packages. Noah skidded to a halt when he saw Rafael and his eyes lit up.

“Uncle Rafa!” he cried and flung himself at the man, throwing his arms around his waist for an exuberant hug. Then he turned around and spoke to the other man who was looking between Olivia and Rafael with a mixture of surprise and amusement.

“Uncle Sonny, Santa was right! He told me he was sure I’d get what I wanted for Christmas!”

Then he looked at his mother with a huge smile on his face.

“We went to see Santa again because Jesse didn’t see the real Santa and he told me he was sure I was going to get what I wanted for Christmas as long as I was good. But I thought I’d have to wait until Christmas or maybe after.”

“I’m just gonna’ see myself out,” said Carisi, putting the bag on a nearby chair. “Good to see you, counselor.”

Rafael lifted his chin and smiled at the other man.

“Thanks, but I think I’m the one who should be calling you counselor now.”

“You’ll always be counselor to me, Rafael,” he replied. “See ya’ later, Liv.”

“Bye, Carisi. Thanks again.”

Once the apartment door closed, Olivia turned to Noah, who had removed his arms from around Rafael’s waist but was still gazing at the man with a mixture of happiness and awe.

“Noah, what do you mean you got what you wanted for Christmas? Christmas is still a few days away,” she said.

“I told Santa I wanted to see Uncle Rafa again. I missed him and I know you did too,” the boy explained. “Your face got sad when you talked about him.”

Then he addressed Rafael.

“Are you back now? Where have you been? Will we get to see you more?”

As she listened to her son talk, something that had puzzled her finally made sense. If he told Santa in the store that he wanted to see his Uncle again, the man would have naturally assumed he was talking about her brother. Olivia glanced at Rafael who looked slightly panicked about answering Noah’s questions. She rescued him momentarily by sending the boy to put on his pajamas.

“He won’t take too long,” she said. “Do you want to answer him or should I and you can jump in where you want?”

She picked up their plates and carried them to the kitchen. Rafael followed her. After a quick glance down the hall to make sure Noah wasn’t returning yet, he put his arms around her waist and pulled her close. Olivia’s eyes fluttered closed at the feel of his strong embrace and slid her own hands around his back.

“As long as you tell him he’s going to be seeing me a lot more, I don’t care what else you tell him,” Rafael said softly in her ear.

Then he pressed his lips to hers in a lingering kiss and she opened her eyes to gaze into his green ones.

“How about if I just tell him that there really is a Santa Claus?”

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theycallmebeccawrites · 6 years ago

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Birthday Sex - Part 2

With Tumblr holding my original writing blog @beccaheartschrisevans captive (aka flagged as explicit), I have made a secondary writing blog and may end up closing the other all together. In the meantime, I am reposting all of my stories on my new blog.

Title: Birthday Sex - Part 2

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: language, descriptive sex scenes

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

18+ Disclaimer: This work contains sexual material that is for those over the age of 18. By clicking the keep reading link below, you are agreeing that you are over the age of 18 and are not offended by sexual content.

Summary: The second of 3 birthday tales; Chris and his wife go on a little vacation for his birthday during the filming of Infinity Wars.

This story can also be read on AO3.

Part 1

June 13, 2017

The lack of sound around you pulls you from your unplanned slumber. Opening your eyes, you blink as the midday’s sun greets you, making you realize your sunglasses have disappeared. Looking out the windshield, you see tall trees save for the large, log cabin inspired house Chris had rented for the remainder of his birthday week.

“Good afternoon, sleeping beauty,” you husband teases from the driver’s seat.

You smile sleepily and then stretch your body, groaning because your muscles are tight from the awful position you slept in on the car ride from Atlanta.

“Sore?” Chris asks and you nod. “Let’s get the car unpacked and then we can go take a bath.”

You turn your face to look at him and you see the sexy smirk resting on his lips. He lifts his sunglasses up to give you a wink, telling you that helping you ease your sore muscles isn’t the only thing he has planned for your bath.

Opening the car door, you step out into the already hot, sticky air that you still haven’t adjusted to despite having lived in Georgia since last November, due to Chris filming the Avengers Infinity Wars movies.

“This is nothing baby,” Chris chuckles as he appears with your bag. “Just wait until July and August.”

“Maybe I should go home for awhile,” you suggest, not looking forward to the even hotter weather. “Or maybe Boston, it shouldn’t be this hot there, right?”

“You’re not going anywhere,” he says, leaning over to kiss your cheek. “If I can get through this wearing the Cap costume, you can definitely get through it in a pair of hot pants and a tube top.”

“Have you thought that through babe?” you ask him. “Think of how much tighter the Cap suit will get if I’m on set dressed like that and trying to cool myself down by holding ice cubes to my heated skin.”

He lets out a small groan before he finds his voice. “In the house. Now.”

“What about the bags?” you ask as he moves away from you to slam the trunk closed.

“I’ll get them later,” he replies. He leads you up the stairs to the front door and uses the key from the rental office to unlock the door. He tosses the lone bag he brought in onto the floor right inside the door and then points to the stairs. “Let’s go.”

“Wait! You can’t wear your shoes in the house,” you say, pointing to the sign on the wall. You make short work of your flip flops, kicking them off, while he hops around trying to remove his sneakers and socks without sitting down.

Smiling to yourself, you pass him and quickly climb the stairs, ignoring the pain in your muscles. You’ve always been a fan of taking baths, especially in a nice, deep, soaking-style tub; something that Chris hadn’t understood until his birthday last year, when the two of you had taken advantage of the large bath tub at the house he’d borrowed. It had even led to him giving you a “coupon” for a complete master bathroom redesign for your house in LA as a wedding present last fall; with said redesign due to be completed by the time filming for Infinity Wars wrapped.

Reaching the top of the stairs, you see a set of double doors at one end of the hall and can see a large bed just inside. Hearing Chris’s heavy footsteps behind you, you make your way into the master bedroom and through a second door, coming to a dead stop as you enter the gorgeous master bathroom. Most of the room is dark with wood accents, but the large bathtub is surrounded by large stones, including two stone steps leading up to it.

“Perfect, isn’t it?” Chris asks as he wraps his arms around you.

“It reminds me of the one at the lodge in Colorado,” you reply, bringing up the large “cabin” where you and Chris had married last October in a private ceremony with just yours and his immediate family members in attendance. There had been a lot of debating on whether or not to wait until after Infinity Wars finished filming to get married, but the truth was neither of you had wanted to wait that long. Which had led to other questions, like where to have a wedding: your hometown, his hometown or in Los Angeles, where you’d met. Ultimately, you’d both decided that a smaller, destination wedding was the way to go with each of your families hosting a reception for you at a later date.

The reception in his hometown had taken place around Thanksgiving and your family had flown out to be there for the festivities, which had included trying to fit way too many people around Chris’s mom’s dining room table. Then, a month later, between Christmas and New Year’s Eve, your parents had hosted a reception for the two of you in your hometown, in which his family had also attended.

As much as you had loved those receptions, however, neither had been able to top the one that Robert Downey Jr. had thrown for you and Chris the weekend after filming for Infinity Wars had officially began. It had taken place at the lovely estate that his family was staying in for the duration of filming and he had invited all the cast and some of the crew, especially those who had been working on the various Avenger and Captain America movies since the very beginning, to what he’d originally described as an outdoor reception. Unbeknownst to you and Chris, though, he had also been secretly gathering vows, written by the invitees, for you and Chris to exchange.

The whole afternoon had been a complete blast and you can’t help but giggle as you recall the most memorial vow that you had refused to read aloud on principle, despite the urging from the group.

“What’s so funny?” Chris asks, breaking into your thoughts.

He had been the one who’d ended up reading the vow, in which you would have had to promise to name your first born after Tom Brady. The group had both cheered and booed, all of them aware of Chris’s love for the New England Patriot’s quarterback, and Chris had allowed their energy to sweep him into the moment and cockily tell them that it would be tabled for discussion later. You had deflated any chance of that by reminding him that you had your own favorite NFL team and favorite quarterback.

“Just remembering the party Robert threw for us,” you reply, closing your eyes as you feel Chris press his lips against your neck.

“We’re both wearing too many layers,” he whispers in your ear as his hands find the hem of your tank top. As he raises the shirt up, you lift your arms in an effort to help.

Before the shirt even hits the floor, his fingers are undoing the hooks of your bra and you feel it slacken. He turns you around to face him and then he takes ahold of the straps of your bra and pulls them down your arms, revealing your breasts to his hungry eyes. He lets the bra fall to the floor between you as he reaches out and gives your tightening nipples a soft pull, causing a moan to escape your lips.

Not wanting to be the only one half naked, you reach out and grab the hem of his shirt and help him out of it. Licking your lips, you take in the hard planes of his body. He’s been keeping to a strict diet and a workout routine that has done wonders for his body. Without any thought, you reach your hands out and touch his pecs, loving the way the muscles feel against your hands, even though you miss the chest hair he waxes off to play Steve. You draw your hands down his chiseled torso to the waistband of his cargo shorts.

He stands patiently as you undo the fastenings of his shorts and then push them down, so they pool at his feet. Raising your eyes to his, you tease his already aroused cock through his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Knowing him as well as you do, you know it will only be a matter of time before he takes back control. You slip your hand under the waistband of his boxer briefs and tease the tip of his cock.

Something flashes in his eyes and, suddenly, you find yourself pressed against the closest wall. His mouth on yours while his hands work furiously on the fastenings of your jean shorts. He makes short work of them and yanks your panties down as far as he can before his fingers slide between your legs and get back at you for your teasing.

“I thought,” you say between breaths. “We were going to take a bath.”

He pulls his hand from between your legs, grazing your clit as he does so, just to make you moan. His eyes are dilated from arousal as he steps back and takes a deep breath. Walking over to the bathtub, he leans over and turns on the water.

“I’ll be back,” he says before he leaves the room.

You finish undressing and then do your best to pull your hair back in an attempt to keep most of it dry. Then you test the water temperature, adjusting it slightly, before digging through the basket of bubble bath scents provided. Choosing a lemon and vanilla scent, you sprinkle it into the tub and watch as the bubbles start to form.

Unable to wait for Chris, you slide into the hot water and a loud sigh fills the room as your muscles begin to relax. You lean back against the porcelain tub and close your eyes. You’ve enjoyed your extended stay in Georgia, but the small house that you and Chris are renting has a bathtub the size of a sink, meaning you haven’t had a nice long soak since the last day of yours and Chris’s honeymoon.

“You look comfortable,” he says, alerting you to his return.

You open your eyes and see that he is holding a bottle of champagne and two flutes. He sets them on the deck of the bathtub then takes off his boxer briefs, freeing his hard cock. He turns the water off, as the bathtub is nearly full, then he climbs the steps to the tub.

“Do you want champagne now or later?” he asks, squeezing himself in beside you.

“Later,” you reply as you climb on top of him and press your lips against his. His hands find your hips as you rock yourself against him, the water lapping against the edges of the tub.

“I don’t know how much of this I can take without ruining it for both of us,” he confesses.. “Fucking you in this bathtub has been all I’ve thought about since I found this place online the other night.”

“Then fuck me,” you reply, playfully.

“It’s my birthday,” he says. “You’re supposed to do all the hard work, remember?”

Raising an eyebrow, you slide your hand between your bodies and take hold of his hard cock. Licking your lips, you slide the tip of him through your folds, teasing both of you, before positioning him at your entrance. He raises his hips as you lower yours and he slides into you.

Your hands find the edge of the tub on either side of his head and you hold on as you begin to move your body. One of his hands also finds an edge of the tub to anchor you both while the other takes one of your bubble covered breasts in hand and teases you.

As your desire builds, the water splashes against the edge of the tub, occasionally spilling onto the stone deck. Chris’s hand leaves your second breast and slips between your bodies as you both grow closer to your releases.

Your hands find Chris’s strong shoulders as your body begins to tense and you cling to him as your orgasm rips through your body, forcing every muscle to tighten all the way to your baby toes. His hands find your waist and he keeps your bodies moving together until you feel his body jerk under yours, sending spurt after spurt of his baby making juices inside of you.

Collapsing against his chest, it takes you several minutes before you’re able to think clearly.

“I’ll take some of that champagne now,” you say with a smile.

Chris moves you off of him and leans over to pour you each a drink before resettling himself and motioning for you to join him. You slip between his legs and rest your back against his chest. He hands you a champagne flute and you hold it up, waiting for him to make a toast, since he can’t drink champagne without making one.

“To no more birth control pills and lots of baby making practice,” he says.

Giggling, you clink your glass against his and then take a sip of the bubbly liquid. As you lean back against his chest and close your eyes, you can’t help but picture the future with a bunch of little you and Chris’s running around.

Part 3

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theonethatcompletesyou · 6 years ago

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Christmas in Lights | Junmyeon (part 1)

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Neighbor!AU

Pairing: Junmyeon x Reader Word Count: 2701 Warnings: None! Summary: Kim Junmyeon has been your sworn enemy ever since he beat you in the annual town Halloween decorating competition and now you will stop at nothing to beat him in the Christmas decorating competition. (This is part 1 of a 2 part story)

A/N: This was written as part of the @exo-writers-net December Collab Event! I was lucky enough to be partnered with @morkmywords I absolutely love all of her fics (I personally recommend Not Really a Cinderella Story and Peaches). And we’re sorta down to the wire on posting these, but better late than never, right??? @morkmywords wrote part 2!

PART 2 HERE

You looked up from your paperwork when the door to your office opened. Walking in the door was Kim Seju, a third grader and also your most frequent visitor. He was holding his elbow and had a small frown.

"Miss (Y/N)?" He asked with a frown.

You gave him a smile, "How's it going, Seju?"

He held out his arm out toward you, "I fell down and scraped my arm while I was playing tag."

You pressed your lips together, trying to not laugh as you reached for your first aid kit. This was the third time this week. This kid always got hurt in some way. Good thing your

He went over to his usual chair in the office and sat down next to you as you opened up the kit. You started to clean his scrape with the alcohol wipe. You started to talk to him to distract him from the pain.

"Any plans for winter break, Seju?" You asked, careful to not press down too hard to cause him more pain.

Seju winced, "Not really. It'll just be me and my dad this year. Dad doesn't have a girlfriend this year or anything so we don't have to go anywhere which is nice."

You nodded as Seju rambled on. You had already placed the bandage on his scrape but he didn't notice. You couldn't help but find his rambling endearing. At the mention of the lack of holiday plans, you had to hold yourself from scowling.

"So you and your dad are just staying home this year, huh?" You asked, a little bitter.

Seju looked at you, confused. "Yeah? But what about you, Miss (Y/N)?"

You shrugged, "I don't have any plans with family. My sister decided to go to the Bahamas with her husband. So I'm all alone this year."

For the third year in a row, you couldn't help but think bitterly. Well, you could blame it on her lavish lifestyle. She had certainly changed ever since she won the lottery.

Then again, she did gift you a house that you wouldn't have been able to afford on a school nurse salary. It was in a nice neighborhood, though you couldn't help but think it was probably the cheapest one.

You didn't have any actual plans for Christmas, but you had more important plans leading up to it. Possibly diabolical ones.

As if summoned by your thoughts, the door to your office opened again.

Walking in wearing a dark gray suit was Kim fucking Junmyeon.

He looked around the office confused until his gaze rested on you. He smiled wide, his eyes crinkling slightly.

"Knew I'd find you here," he said.

Not at you. But the boy sitting next to you.

"Dad!" Seju exclaimed, jumping out of his seat super fast and running to his father.

You watched as Junmyeon bent down to give Seju a hug. And if it were any other parent, you would have found this a cute scene.

Junmyeon locked eyes with you over Seju's shoulder, smirking. It made you seethe.

"What are you doing here?" Seju asked when he pulled away from the hug.

Junmyeon smiled and patted his son's head. "I'm pulling you out of school for your dentist appointment, remember?"

Seju pouted. "I hate going to the dentist."

Junmyeon laughed. "Well, if you don't have cavities, we can make cookies tonight, okay?"

"Really?"

"Of course!"

The bell rang, signaling the end of recess. Junmyeon nudged his son. "You go get your stuff and meet me back here, okay? I already talked to the office and your teacher."

"Okay!" Seju exclaimed, running out of the office. "Be back!"

Part of you hoped that Junmyeon would leave or wait outside, so your veins thrummed when he simply hung around.

"You going to the meeting later?" Junmyeon asked, leaning on your desk. You wanted nothing more than to smack his arms away.

"Do I really have a choice? Minseok would skin me alive if I skipped," you scoffed.

Minseok never forgave poor Baekhyun when he skipped a neighborhood community meeting to sleep early. He had put Baekhyun on cleanup duty for the three months after.

You locked eyes with him and he smirked. You wanted to slap it off of his face.

"I think he's going to announce the Christmas decorating contest tonight. Are you prepared to lose again? Ready for a repeat of Halloween?" he teased.

If you were a cartoon, steam would have been coming out of your ears. He laughed at your expression.

Seju opened the door once again, his backpack haphazardly thrown on. "You ready to go, Dad?"

"Yeah, let's go, buddy." He went to the door but turned around and winked at you. "I'll see you later, Miss (Y/N)."

Seju waved at you enthusiastically. "Have a good day, Miss (Y/N)! Thank you for the band-aid!!"

You gave the child a small wave back. You also tried not to look at Junmyeon's butt as he walked away.

You failed.

Shit.

Neighborhood community meetings were always interesting. You figured it was a perk to knowing everyone It gave you the chance to see people you were otherwise too busy to see due to differing schedules. Like Zhang Yixing, who travelled a lot but always made time to come to each meeting. And Do Kyungsoo, who always made enough food for everyone. Especially after the time Jongin was in charge of the food and gave everyone food poisoning because of bad fried chicken. It also gave everyone the opportunity to gossip like the catty housewives they pretended they wanted to be. Like Kim Jongdae, who was once again passive-aggressive in telling Chanyeol that his bushes were three inches too high for regulation. You had no idea if Chanyeol was playing dumb or if he genuinely didnt pick up what Jongdae was trying to tell him. You sat towards the back of the hall that was usually used for these meetings. You looked up when you felt someone take the seat next to you. Oh Sehun slumped in his seat, which you found odd because he usually had perfect posture. He sipped at his coffee that was usually provided at these meetings. His eye bags were dark and extreme. "Everything okay?" You asked. "I've been up for thirty hours," he mumbled. "Why?" He opened his mouth to answer but was interrupted by Minseok who stood at the podium. He looked adorable in his Santa hat. "I'm glad that everyone could make it today!" He greeted warmly. "We have a bit to talk about today but I'll cut to the chase with our more exciting news. We are hosting another round of our Christmas decorating contest!" You squeezed the hem of your skirt tightly in anticipation. "This year's theme is Lights! So make sure you make your house light up the night this year!" Minseok announced. He rambled on but your eyes trailed over to where you knew Junnyeon was sitting. You had been hyper aware of him ever since he entered the room. He looked over and locked eyes with you, a growing smirk on his face. You scowled. What a dick. "Are you still mad about him beating you on Halloween?" Sehun asked, you could tell from his teasing tone that he was amused. "Of course. What's passed is past. I just think it was ridiculous that he won even though Nightmare Before Christmas is clearly a Christmas movie and not a Halloween movie," you scoffed. "You're such a sore loser," Sehun chuckled. "Just you watch asshole," you grumbled. "I'm gonna beat him this year."

To say that you and Junmyeon had a history would be ridiculous. You had known him for a little less than a year, and for most of it you thought that he was a perfect gentleman. He definitely had his cool and suave sides, accentuated by the way he dressed in his suits for work. There was a charm about him that drew you to him immediately. It also helped that he was incredibly attractive. You felt yourself melt every time he threw a smile toward you. You could say that you harbored a little tiny crush on him. And then Halloween happened. Your neighborhood was famous—borderline notorious—for the Christmas decoration contest held every year. And for the last five years (including the first year that the house was gifted to you by your millionaire sister) the title for Best Decorator had been yours for the last five years. You were gifted a reindeer shaped statuette each year with the title Best Decorator and the year etched under it on its base. It was perhaps a little bit overboard, but you appreciated the sentiment and had each statuette proudly displayed on the mantle of your fireplace. So when a Halloween version opened up this year, you gunned for first place as well. You spent a lot of time researching fog machines and projectors. You went to haunted houses with the intent on taking notes on how to successfully make a scary aura. You had thought that your only competition would be Sehun, who thought that TP-ing his own house counted as Halloween decorating. Oh, how wrong you were. Kim Junmyeon won the title for Best Halloween Decorator. He had managed to turn his front yard into a recreation of a Tim Burton movie seemingly overnight. You could see elements of both Nightmare Before Christmas and Beetlejuice in his decoration. And because of it, he stole the title from right under your nose. It took you until almost Thanksgiving to get over the loss, but you had acknowledged Junmyeon as your rival. You resolved to keep your title for Christmas and crush him. You still adored Seju though, even though the kid got hurt enough at school to where you worried over him, seeing him was still the only good part of your day sometimes. You unlocked the door to your car only to freeze at what was inside. You looked around confused until you found a tiny card on your dashboard and opened it. You immediately ripped the card in anger. A door opened next door, Sehun was walking out, presumably leaving for work. You dropped the pieces of card on the ground and charged at Sehun, your hands wrapping around his neck. He yelped in surprise. “Why did you help Junmyeon break into my car?” you growled. “How did you know?” Sehun asked, voice barely escaping in your grip. “Only you are crafty enough to break into a car without breaking a window.” His eyes suddenly shined at the odd compliment. You thought that it was weird that he was flattered. “You think I’m crafty?” You nodded. “Like how Kevin McCallister from Home Alone is crafty.” You let go of Sehun’s neck, he bent over to catch his breath. “But that’s beside the point! Why did you help him do it?” Sehun shrugged. “He just asked me to do it and I did. He didn’t tell me why.” “He left a bajillion Christmas themed pacifiers in my car,” you said, frustrated. “Along with a card that said, ‘You might need these for when I beat you in the contest.’” “This rivalry you guys have is the weirdest form of foreplay,” Sehun wheezed, rubbing his neck. “What are you talking about?” you asked. Sehun rolled his eyes. “C’mon, (Y/N), it’s clear that you two have a thing for each other.” “I do not have a thing for Kim Junmyeon!” you exclaimed angrily, uncaring if the entire neighborhood heard you. “The way you stare at his butt begs to differ,” Sehun muttered bitterly. You rolled your eyes. In another world you thought you and Sehun would be a good match, but his interests more aligned with musicians who wore too many muscle shirts. Before you could open your mouth to reply—probably to tease him about his petty jealously—Sehun’s front door opened again, revealing Chanyeol who strided over to Sehun with his signature grin. “Sehun-ah!” he called out. He handed Sehun a paper bag. “You forgot your lunch.” Sehun smiled, eyes squinting into crescents. “Thank you, hyung. I appreciate it.” You looked back and forth between them. Sehun, as if remembering what was happening and where he was, looked at you panicked. “This isn’t what it looks like?” You quirked an eyebrow, “Good, because I don’t have the emotional capacity to unpack this right now. Just don’t help Junmyeon break into my shit ever again.” You turned around and stomped away. “I have an ass to beat this Christmas!” “Kinky!” Sehun yelled to your retreating back. You flipped him off.

You opened the door to see Seju shuffling nervously, holding a giant plastic bag in his hands. You blinked, confused, before shaking it off. You smiled, "Seju, how is your break going?" "Good, Miss (Y/N)!" Seju answered enthusiastically. He thrust the plastic bag at you. "I made these for you!" The contents of the bag looked questionable. Inside looked what appeared to be black star-shaped lumps. You hesitated to take them, but you didn't want to hurt Seju's feelings. "Thank you, Seju. What are these?" You asked. He tilted his head at you, confused. "Can't you tell? They're cookies!" You gulped before putting on a stronger, faker, smile. "Of course they are, how silly of me." "I made them to thank you for taking care of me!" Seju grinned. You were touched by the sentiment. "You're very welcome, Seju. Just be more careful when school starts back up again, okay?" Seju nodded, "Okay!" Deep down, you knew that nothing much would change. Seju waved goodbye as he went back to his house, leaving you with the bag of lump-shaped cookies. You closed the door and sighed. Should you throw them away? Another knock on the door startled you out of your thoughts. You opened the door again, surprised to see Junmyeon at your doorstep. He was most certainly dressed down. He wore a plain white shirt with gray sweatpants. His hair, not styled, was pushed out of his face by a headband. His hands were behind his back, and you could see the tiniest peek at how defined his chest was. How did he still look so good even in casual clothes? "Hi?" You asked. "What are you doing here?" Junmyeon sighed. "Whatever you do, do not eat those cookies." He revealed another plastic bag from behind his back. This time, you could clearly see that they were cookies. You gingerly took them from his outstretched hands. "Why are you being so nice to me?" You asked with a glare. Junmyeon shrugged. "My son likes you." You rolled your eyes. "You're just buttering me up so that I could let my guard down for the competition." His lips quirked up in a teasing smile. "Is it working?" "As if," you huffed. "Delicious sweets won't work on me." You were about to slam the door in his face but stopped yourself. "Thank you, though," you mumbled. "I had no idea what I was going to do with Seju's cookies." Junmyeon smiled bigger this time, more genuine. "My pleasure, (Y/N)."

You walked out on your front porch and screamed. "What the hell is this?!" You dont know how, but overnight your front yard had become a reenactment of Nightmare Before Christmas. You had come face to face with Jack Skellington in a Santa costume, smiling in a way that unsettled you. There was a note sticking on his chest with your name written in neat scrawl. You instantly recognized the writing. You opened the note. 'You're right, Nightmare Before Christmas is much more of a Christmas movie than a Halloween movie. Maybe if I gave you these you'd stand a chance at beating me. --Junmyeon' You crushed the note in your hand and pushed Jack Skellington over, screaming. You spied Sehun out of the corner of your eye, who raised his hands in surrender and shook his head, wanting to let you know that he had nothing to do with this one. You stomped over to the rest of the decorations, pulling them down. Kim Junmyeon just struck your last nerve.

PART 2

#exodecembercollab18 #exowritersnet #kim junmyeon #junmyeon #junmyeon/reader #morkmywords collab #ITS STILL DECEMBER WHERE I AM SO THIS IS TOTALLY ON TIME #kiki writes stuff sometimes #mine

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roundtableknight · 5 years ago

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Morning after ‘The Outsiders’

In which Reagan never interrupted that precious scene of Cath and Levi after they finished ‘The Outsiders’ before Levi had to screw everything up in the next chapter. This may be horrible, and I suck at Levi’s personality, because I’m not a bubbly person, and also some parts (like Wren talking in her sleep) I made up because not that much info is given to us, but enjoy!

Also this is starting from a scene in ‘Fangirl’, and all characters are of course from the lovely Rainbow Rowell!

Cath had been in quite a few precarious positions waking up into during her short duration of life she had been allowed so far. You don’t get normal mornings living with a twin sister who tends to be so outgoing, she transfers that energy into her sleep.

By talking in her sleep.

Or having a father, one who you so love but desperately wish would go to sleep rather than stay up during the night and question if one could put a fireman’s pole through you and your twins room in order for a quicker way to the bathroom.

All in the name of efficiency.

This was how it had been for too many years to count, since Cath’s mother walked out on them when they were merely eight, because she quote, ‘Needed to figure things out’ and didn’t know how to be a mother. Cath thought that was a load of rubbish. What mother has twins, surrounds them with love, (not as much as their father) and then just decides that she’s had enough when their in third grade, when they needed a motherly figure then more than ever to lean on.

Cath was still angry at her sister Wren for speaking to their mother again, but that isn’t why she woke up.

If you asked Cath, she would probably recall the last things before she went to bed that night in her shared dorm with Reagan would go along the lines of something like this;

Brushing her teeth earlier that night, so not to disturb herself while writing.

Eating a Blueberry bliss energy bar because she was hungry gosh darn it.

Getting a decent amount of Baz and Simon fanfic written since they were getting to the good part (all the parts were good to Cath, but some were just a notch or two higher than others).

Falling asleep writing said Baz and Simon fanfic because everyone knows a laptop keyboard is as comfortable as a pillow (well maybe a wooden one, or one with all those weird feathers in it that people slept on during the 1900s.)

This routine to Cath was becoming as normal as waking up to Wren talking about her latest boyfriend that she getting ready to dump (Alex, or Alfred?) in her sleep. Not that anyone could take her sister’s place. Reagan was barely in the room to count as a roommate, and when she was asleep she was practically a rock, making no noise until she woke up, and then the dam broke (not a literal dam, though with how hard she opened their door, Cath wouldn’t be surprised to hear about one breaking down from the shockwaves).

So the fact that she not only heard someone in their room, but that said person was currently encompassing her in their arm, she was a little more than surprised, and also to be completely honest, freaked out.

It’s okay, calm down, just...recite the facts of last night, then if they lead to something disastrous I have permission to freak out.

Cath thought this was a good plan, since she usually freaked out in her head, and no one seemed to notice, well, except Wren, but she wasn’t here at the moment, and they weren’t on speaking terms since she didn’t come back for Thanksgiving, but instead staying the day with Wren’s backstabbing mom. Their mom in reality, but Cath didn’t like to think of her like that, she didn’t deserve the title of it.

She lost that when she never came back.

Inhaling a scent different from her own, one of cigars and a hint of coffee, brought her back to reality, and resumed the pounding in her chest and tingling in her limbs from being caught up in someone else’s body parts during the night.

Oh god, thought Cath, trying to remember the night before. She had a hint of Gingerbread Mocha in the back of her mouth, and a Blueberry Bliss Energy Bar flavour on the tip of her tongue.

That can’t be right, I haven’t had one of those since before Thanksgiving, Levi ate them all.

Levi.

Oh god.

Cath immediately remembers the late night session of ‘The Outsiders’ that Cath read to Levi as a thank you for… well, everything he’s done. And also because Reagan was out again partying, and forgot she promised Levi the study session so he wouldn’t fail his Lit. Class exam on the book. Cath thought maybe Levi was dyslexia, but didn’t they get diagnosed before the age of College? Cath didn’t know, and she did care, but two things popped into her mind before that strand of thought could harbor any more room in her mind.

Levi is in my bed.

I’m sleeping with Reagan’s maybe boyfriend.

Reagan could come home at any time,

Shit.

Okay, make that three thoughts.

The last two were obvious encouragement to what she was supposed to do, which was to get out of the bed, her bed, and wake up Levi. Or maybe she could just leave him here and go get a coffee at Starbucks and come back feigning that nothing happened, because nothing did happen.

But there were two things wrong with that statement.

One, Levi made the best Mochas and nothing would compete, so it would be an utter waste of money to spend. And two, something did happen.

We kissed.

Cath remembers it now. It’s funny how the human brain works. When we want don’t want to remember something incredibly painful or not possible, it tends to block out said memory, but one thing about memories were that they connected to other memories, and unless she wanted to forget the whole last night, she was stuck with the memory.

But to be completely honest, Cath quite liked the memory.

Cath remembered the way Levi had hooked her to his side as she read ‘The Outsiders’ to him, and how her drowsy and impaired mind (she blamed it on the mocha) attached all her thoughts not to the book, which wasn’t half bad, but to the feel of Levi’s flannel against her skin, or the passing look of seeing his lips before she quickly looked up to see if he was still awake, which he was.

Watching her with his startling blue eyes.

Now in the morning, Cath had to be reasonable with herself. Which she did sometimes, once or twice.

A day.

Look, he probably thought I was Reagan. Or remember that the first time he saw Wren he said with complete factuality that she was the hotter twin, and that was just by a passing glance. I’m just a quick kiss. Okay, yeah, quick. Kiss.

But Cath realized she didn’t want to be a quick anything. She deserved way more than that. She wrote dozens of Baz and Simon scenes of their love, wasn’t it time for her to get something like that? A love that isn’t fictional and based on a wizard and (presumably) a vampire.

Cath like the idea of sharing these stories with Levi. He seemed to enjoy them (at least tolerate them) and he always had his opinions and questions on them, which Cath actually liked to answer. It wasn’t everyday you met someone who hasn’t read Simon Snow (because watching the movies don’t count).

But she also had to admit one fatal flaw in her plan, she hasn’t even asked Levi if he liked her the way she did, and also Reagan.

Shit.

Cath heard the intake of breath, well, deeper breath, and felt Levi move. Now was the time. Was he going to slowly take his arm that he had encompassing her back and leave without so much as a glance, or was something else going to happen, something more magical.

Cath didn’t know what was going to be scarier.

But what Cath didn’t think of was Levi kissing her on the top of her head, and pulling her closer to him.

Oh Shit, Oh Shit, Oh Shit

She was completely and utterly screwed.

Though at that moment she didn’t know exactly why. There was no menace to the name Reagan, or thought of impending doom if she missed her morning classes. No.

All she could think of was the way he kissed her on the head, with that small but cute mouth of his, the one hours earlier she was questioning if he could easily eat an apple with. The one that caused her whole body to go flush and red just by that little move.

She felt more than saw (because her head was still by/on his chest persay, and couldn’t see him) him smile. The muscles coordinating it gave him away like a whale breaching the water for all to see, it was very obvious.

Cath looked up, and got a bruise on her forehead.

Holding her head, she reopened her eyes and saw Levi, looking a little less beaten and smiling quite a bit more than her, more than anyone really, at her as she felt around her skull for adjustments to her temple area.

“Ouch” Cath said, and mentally scolded herself.

‘The first thing I have to say after we slept together, well...not like that.’

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were awake.” Levi said, putting his one hand on the bruising temple as Cath brought her hand back down.

“It’s fine, just if I was sleeping, why were you tilted downward, since I did not hit your chin. The area I hit was definitely smoother.”

“Ah, so are you a chin expert as well as a Simon Snow lover?” Levi asked with a smile on his face, a continuing smile.

“Of course, one must be knowledgeable in all types of things.” Cath waved her arms vaguely around to show all the types of things.

Also, Cath wanted to point out that they were still laying together.

On her bed.

Oh Shit?

“So are their any other area of the body that you and that brain have been studying?” Levi shifted, but still kept one arm under her around the waist while the other was free, watching her contemplate the question.

She had, and the answer didn’t need verbal response. She turned red. Again.

“I’m going to deny all wrongdoing to the court.” Cath mumbled and she shielded her face from Levi, instead putting it against her pillow, but he had already seen her face, and had started to giggle, giggle and not chuckle.

Cath felt him stretch again and reach for his phone.

“Oh.”

“What?” Cath said, a little more nervous than she was before. Not knowing what Levi had seen on his phone. Had Reagan walked in on them and saw the precarious position they were in, and had left fuming and given a threat to Levi that whatever they had was over, done with?

Cath also realized that she picked a good major to go into, since it seemed she was always so dramatic.

“I’m an hour late to work, I better go before the customers start to get angry that no one knows their order.” Levi untangled their limbs (which caused Cath to finally be able to feel hers again) and rose from the bed. Grabbing the empty Starbucks cups, he maneuvered between her and Reagan’s bed (Cath had a conspiracy that their room was just a walk in closet converted over to a dorm room, but that’s for a different discussion) and brought them over to the trash by the door to be thrown out.

Cath really didn’t know what to do in a position like this. Did she start to say goodbye to him? Tell him that she had a nice time reading (and the things that came with it)? She didn’t know, but what she did know was that he was opening the door to leave, and they barely had a civil conversation, and that was only about various studying of body parts.

Wait, reading!

“Levi, you forgot your book!” Cath said as she starts to fumble around the bedsheets, and finally produces the same copy (albeit a little dented) of ‘The Outsiders’ that she read him the night before.

“You might need this to study from for the exam.” Cath got up, saw her shirt was riding up a little too high, and fixed it. She continued her trek to Levi when he held up a hand for her to stop.

“I don’t need it.” He said, smiling at her again like she just said something funny.

Did I say something funny? Did I look funny fixing my shirt?

“Well, I might be a good reader, but even I can’t remember everything in this book, and we just read it last night.” Cath was really grasping for straws here, or needles, but straws hurt less. She started to recite what she had done ever since she woke up, and didn’t find any (too) mortifying as why Levi stopped her going to him.

Why doesn’t he want his book?

Would it bring back painful memories of last night, of them together. Him (maybe?) cheating on Reagan with her, but they just kissed. And tangled limbs. Did he not like her, and given her that kiss in the head as a friendly gesture, but then why did he watch her sleep?

Sometimes boys are so confusing.

“I don’t need it.” Levi says, sounding like he’s been saying this for awhile but Cath hadn’t heard him at all.

“Why not?” She questioned, she wanted to get to the bottom of this before heading off to her classes, so her head wouldn’t be stuck in the clouds (well any more stuck than usual).

“Because I’m going to work and I don’t think my coworkers will want me to be reciting ‘Stay Golden, Ponyboy’ to them.” He looked at her however like that would be a fun endeavour, and told herself to warn Levi’s coworkers about him and classic novels.

“So what do you want me to do with it.”

“Keep it”

“Really, why?” She figured this was the question to get the answer they had both been swimming around for the last two pages, oops, last two minutes.

“Because then I have a reason to come see you again, not that I need a reason.”

Cath starts to speak out of habit from this conversation, then realizes what he means, and starts to go red for the third time that morning. Cath think she broke her record.

“Oh, Okay.” Cath looked down at her socks that she left on from the night before (with ‘Carry On, Simon’ on the tops of them. A gift from Wren for her birthday one year).

She realized Levi had said something. Again. And that she had missed it. Again.

“What did you say?” She asked as he was about to shut the door, about to end the conversation, one of her favorites to date.

“I said six o’clock I’ll be done at work.” Levi said, moving his blond hair back from where it fell in front of his face to look at her. A face full of cute eyes and lips. Oh boy.

“Great” Cath replied.

“Oh, and also expect the best Gingerbread Mocha to date.” He said, and shut the door, but not before seeing his smile, and heard him walking down the hallway.

“Even better.” Cath replied to no one in particular, but maybe to the Baz cutout that was currently peeking out from her closet area.

And that’s all she wrote folks!

-Also are Simon Snow Socks available? Because I need so badly!! I also figured out that writing scenes in a characters mind is my favorite, because the two talking isn’t my cup of tea!

#rainbowrowellbooks #fangirlbook #leviandcath #fanfic #thisprobablysucks #but enjoy #thatonescene #ilovecath #andlevi #okayimdonenow #ireallydontlike #theoutsidersbut #theirsocute

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ainstgirl · 7 years ago

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A PICTURE CAN CHANGE YOUR LIFE (PART 5)

This is my first fic so…. be nice? English is my third language so im sorry if there’s any misspelling.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: None.

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4

It's been a week since the paparazzi accident and it seems that things have calmed down.

"Since when do you practice yoga?" you ask Sebastian while trying to maintain the posture.

"Since I'm dating a yoga teacher Y/N" he said with a smile on his face. "Wasn't she a swimming teacher?" you ask confused. "She was, but now she's a yoga teacher and she’s forcing me to do exercises, she says I have to be more flexible" " So, you have problems in bed ..." you say laughing and Seb loses his posture. "what? NO! our sex life is great" "are you sure? if she said that you need to be more flexible...." "perfect, now you're making me feel insecure" he says covering his face with his hands. "you know I'm kidding" you hit him in the arm " I'm sure she is happy with your flexibility" you say raising your eyebrows. "who's happy with your flexibility Seb?" says Chris who just entered Sebastian trailer. You were about to tell him what Seb's girlfriend said when Seb interrupted you. "no one" he said. "what are you doing here?" "my scene has been postponed so I have free time" Chris said. "Do you want to join and do some exercises?" you asked him. Chris doing yoga? you have to see it. "I don't know..." he start saying. "hey, if i can do it, you can too! Seb is teaching me new postures" you smile at him "I have 20 inappropriate jokes...." Chris said and Seb laughed. " sometimes I forget that you have the mentality of a 5 year old" you say rolling your eyes. "okay, show me some postures" he says laughing .

Now it was your turn to laugh "definitely yoga isn't for you" you laugh. "Hey! I'd like to see you play soccer, see if you laugh so much" Chris mocks you. "Shit, I'm late for makeup" Sebastian screms " Sarah is going to kill me" he says putting on his sneakers " I need to go" "wait! we have to practice tonight scene, you promised me!" you say getting up. "I'm late, sorry" and with that he's gone. "remind me later to put salt in his coffee" you said to Chris. "I can help you" he said. "I don't need help to put salt in his coffe" "No, i'm saying that i can help you with your lines" he says with a smile. " Really?, you don't need to do this , i'm sure you have things to do" you say biting your lip. "there's nothing else I want to do than help you Y/N" he says looking at you. " Fine" you smile at him "this is the scene" you give him the script.

"Promise me you'll be careful" Chris said reading the script. "I'm always careful Bucky" you said looking at him. "I'm serious, I can't lose you" he said touching your face as it was written in the script. "I'm not the one the whole country is looking for Bucky" you say with a serious face " i can't loose you either" " I'm the winter soldier remember? I can take care of myself " he touches your lower lip and your heart almost stoped. "I can take care of myself too" you say biting your lip. "so please, don't do anything stupid" "stupid is my second name" and you smiled at him " but i promise, i'll be careful" you and Chris were very close, your noses were almost touching and you could feel his breath on your lips.

He touches your lip with his finger and closes his eyes, this was the moment you were waiting for but when you where about to closed the distance to his lips he sways away. "i just remember that i had something to do so.. see you later Y/N" and with that he left leaving you alone and confused, he almost kisses you?

The rest of the day Chris ignored you, even Seb noticed that something was happening but you didn't wanted to tell him that you almost kissed, besides, you didn't know what had happened, so better not to say anything. That day everyone went home to celebrate thanksgiving, Sebastian invited you to his house but you didn't wanted to bother him so you told him that you already had plans, and somehow you had them, order pizza and see the last season of Stranger Things, Chris came and say goodbye when you were With Seb so you couldn't talk with him. Later that night you went to your trailer and looked at the picture that Chris niece give you, you love that picture... Seb was right, you need to move on, Chris doesn't love you o he would have kiss you, so you decided that you were going to go out tonight and meet someone, you were about to leave when your phone rang. "Who the hell calls this late?" you said to no one in particular, and almost faint when you saw who was calling you.....

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I know I told you that this chapter would be Thanksgiving day , but this scene came to me yesterday and I needed to write it!

Do you like gifs or prefer only text?

PART 6

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfic #chris evans fics #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan fanfiction #marvel #marvel fanfiction #civil war #infinity war #Ainstgirl #apicturecanchangeyourlife

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btsjfans · 7 years ago

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Class Clown pt. 11

pt 10

masterlist

Summary: The class clown Taehyung has a lot more going on than anybody realizes, especially you, the class valedictorian.

Taehyung x Reader, fluff/angst

this one’s gonna be a lil more angsty guys buckle in, i teared up writing this, I was listening to Numb and Sad by XXXTenation to get into the mood. On a side note those are great songs, highly recommend his new album.

Taehyung

I check my watch again, and again as the day goes on. Whyyy does he have to keep her away from me for so longggkggg?? I hate him. I really do.

After feeling sorry for myself for a few hours, I decide to surprise her. I rush back to her apartment and pull out as many ingredients from her cupboards as I can, trying to figure out what to make her.

I decide to go simple with macaroni and cheese, and I put the other ingredients back, opting for a classic Kraft Mac’N Cheese box. We might not have our day of adventures, but we’ll have a little adventure regardless.

you

Xavier pulls away from the kiss, smiling in admiration. The fairy lights catch in his green eyes, and his hand gently caresses the side of your face.

You reach up, touching your lips gently, your face on fire.

“I knew we had a connection Y/n, you can’t tell me you didn't feel fireworks just now. What just happened was written in the stars, okay? This was written in the stars, you and I.” His voice is soft, and yet it cuts through the sounds of the city.

“Xavier...I..I..talk later, okay? H-happy birthday!” You step back, flustered, as you grab your purse, before taking off in a brisk walk down the sidewalk, hailing a taxi. What will you do?

You get back to the university around 8:30, stressing out. Should you tell him? Should you just pretend it never happened? You pause outside of the door of your dorm, taking a shaky breath. You decide to not tell him and just move on.

You open the door, and gasp, seeing Taehyung sitting at your dinner table, you nice bowls and plates out, holding a tossed salad on one plate with a bowl of macaroni and cheese on the side, and wine in your nice cups. There were two candles, and a bouquet of roses on the table, with soft jazz playing, adding a cinematic magic to the romantic scene before you.

And that’s when you broke down.

Taehyung

I expected a happy smile from her when she came in, not a full on breakdown. She walked in, looked at me, and crumbled, covering her face in her hands, and wailing. Of course I was up and around her in seconds, holding her and asking what was wrong, but all she did was apologize for something I couldn't make out.

After 5 minutes of apologizing, and body shaking cries, she finally got to a speaking state of being. We sat on the couch together as she collected herself.

“Taehyung, you know I love you, you know I want nothing more than to be with you, and to be happy, and I would never cheat on you, but-”

“But what?” His eyes narrow, and his calm, warm demeanor darkens. You feel your courage wither, and your face heat up as tears fill your eyes.

“Xavier kissed me and-” Taehyung interrupts you, swearing and standing running a hand through his hair and pacing. “And I kissed him back and I don't know what happened to me, or why but look Taehyung it meant nothing to me, and he means nothing to me and I will stop seeing him and--wait. Taehyung wait where are you going?!” You get up as Taehyung walks to your room, coming back with his bag, shoving past you. “Taehyung stop! I love you stop!” Your voice becomes hoarse and you grab his arm pulling him back. He whips around, fire in his eyes.

“You love me? You love me but you kissed him back? You love me but you blew me off on our day? You love me but when I get here after driving almost 2 hours I see him with his arm around you? God Y/n!” He pulls his arm out of your grip, sighing and covering his face with his hands.

“Tae-Tae..” You say his nickname softly, tears streaming down your hot cheeks.

“We need a break. We’ll talk again. Someday. But for now..just..we need a break.” He sighs and walks out, not looking back at you. The door slams shut behind him, marking an end to your relationship.

It was over.

Taehyung

I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her

i love her

i miss her

i should turn around

i should make things right

i can't live without her

i need her

I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate him

this is his fault not hers

but she kissed him back

she wants him

she needs him

its too late

My head swims with these thoughts as I drive back. I have to pull over twice because I’m blind with tears. She was my soulmate! I wanted to marry her when college was done! I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her damn it! You know what my life was going to look like? I would wake up every morning to her sweet face mouth breathing next to me every day. I would set my alarm 30 minutes earlier than needed so I could spend more time in bed with her. I would come home from a long day of work every day to see her, also tired from work. I’d kick off my shoes and run into her arms, and hold her while she told me about her day. We’d take turns making dinner. We’d raise a family. We would travel. We would’ve been happy.

I finally pull in around 8pm, and I sit in the car wiping my tears for a bit before I go in.

‘Have you been crying?’ ‘Tae are you okay?’ ‘Are you high?’ I hear it all as I walk into the dorm. I just laugh and grab some beer from the fridge before plopping on the couch, asking about everybody else’s weekend.

Time to forget.

You curl up on the couch and ball, calling Beth, who apparently wasn't even sick today. She comes over immediately, and you text Amari the news.

She brings over ice cream and other comfort foods, and lets you cry it out as you stuff your face.

The next 3 days are like that. Comfort foods and tears, comfort foods and tears.

Beth deleted all your pictures of and with him from your photo album, and archived all of your posts with him on instagram. She took his picture out of your room, and basically de-Taehyung-ed your whole life. The only evidence he had been there were the scars on your heart.

You already had missed 3/5 days of your classes, so you decided to just sit the rest of the week out, which you would never have done before.

Beth sends you notes and records all the lectures, so for the weekend you just throw yourself in catchup work. Your phone blows up with texts and calls from Xavier, which you ignore. You don’t even know what to do about him.

You didn’t realize how much time went into him. Your hour long phone calls, texting all day, planning your weekends, your spontaneous facetimes, writing love letters.

You seem to spend most of that time staring at the wall feeling empty now. You never thought you’d be the one to let a boy wreck you, but Taehyung didn’t just wreck you. He completely destroyed you.

It felt like as he walked out the door that night, so did your happiness. Your motivation. Your imagination.Your future.

When you told this to Amari on the phone, she scoffed in disbelief. When she had gone through breakups you’d comforted her right out of these states with ease, and she could not believe you were this down over a guy. But what she didn't get was that he was more than just a guy. You really thought he was the one. And that was something Amari had never had with a guy.

You wondered if it was even humanly possible to feel this way. To feel this alone. To feel this alienated.

Taehyung

I’m a douchebag. But more than that I’m an asshat. I could easily go on, but frankly I don't care. Now that I don’t have Y/n I don’t really care too much about most things. I pretty much just went to Yale for her, so now I’m just here so I can get a bangin’ job and earn the big bucks after I graduate.

This whole time I’ve been in college I knew I was a hit. I knew girls wanted me, and instead of giving them what they want I just hung around my bros at parties. But now? I’m living! I’m finally getting the college experience every man deserves. Parties with the rich every weekend? Uh, don’t mind if I do.

Yeah, I know I should be sad, I did lose the most amazing girl ever, but after the life I’ve had I’ve learnt not to linger on the bad stuff. I think I’m reverting to old habits; I’m hiding behind my humor and just kinda fratting around like I did in high school.

The first night was the worst. That night I really knew what I’d lost and it sucked. I didn't sleep. I just talked with my bros and drank til they went to bed. Then I just looked out the window and drank til the sun came up. I was worried if I kept drinking I wouldn't be able to stop, so I cut myself off (I’m not in the business of becoming like my dad)

When Y/n and I became a thing, I became soft. I forgot how cruel the world is. Upon losing her I remembered that the world didn't stop to comfort the broken, and life was gonna keep coming regardless of if I was ready or not, so moping would get me nowhere. Neither will partying but it sure is a lot more fun than sitting and thinking about how she’s probably in his arms right now. Plus it’s a lot harder to think about her and him when I have a hot girl making out with me. I’ve kinda stopped obsessing over her now, but Thanksgiving weekend is coming up soon, so I’ll have to face her then. I’ll be fine.

A week had passed and you’d finally gotten the courage to face the world again. Class with Xavier and Beth was awkward, but you guys managed. Your dorm mates said you should test a relationship with him, or try dating around now that Tae was gone, but you weren't sure. You knew dating would help you get over him, but you weren't sure if you wanted to get over him. You also weren't sure if dating Xavier would solve your problems.

Thanksgiving weekend was coming up though, so seeing Amari would definitely help you sort things out.

You talked to Beth about this as you walked out of class when Xavier grabbed your arm.

“Hey uh I know things are kinda awkward right now but can we talk?” His green eyes sparkled, and he smiled shyly. A lock of his blonde hair fell into his face from it’s perfect style. Beth squeezes your hand and nods, waving and walking off. “Sure, lets talk.” You smile, deciding it would be best to smooth things over. The two of you start to walk across the green grass of the courtyards, passing students and buildings as you walk around.

“Look, I know what I did was..unacceptable to say the least. I know you and Taehyung had a very strong relationship, but like...god Y/n I really care about you. And I know if we gave us a shot, we could get something magical from it.” You open your mouth to speak but he raises a hand to stop you. “Wait. I understand that you’re in a sensitive time, so just think about it and..just give me a chance someday okay? But my first priority here is our friendship. I miss you. I miss our trio, you, Beth, and I. I don’t want that gone. I want us all to move on like nothing happened, okay?” His eyes searched yours as he finished, and he chewed on his bottom lip delicately, frown lines forming between his brows as he awaited your response.

“Xavier, I would love that.” You smiled, and felt your heart flutter as he reflected your smile, putting an arm around you as you guys continued to walk, talking about life.

Both Beth and Xavier’s families were out of the country for the holiday, so they came home with you for Thanksgiving. The drive home was a lot of fun, and you’d been invited to a party of all your friends when you got back, so you couldn't wait to introduce Beth and Xavier to everybody.

You guys spent your first day back settling in and talking to family and Amari, but the next day was the party. It was at Jin’s huge house, so you suspected Tae would be there. Needless to say you hoped this could be when you guys get back together, though you didn't let on to that. You drove the three of you to his house around 8, when it started. When you’d arrived at 8:15, it was already in full swing. People ran up to you and hugged you, begging for details of Columbia, and eying up Beth and Xavier. You excitedly caught up with them all, but your eyes searched for Taehyung.

You didn't see him at all through the night, but you knew he was there. You could feel it with your creepy ex-girlfriend 6th sense. You lost track of your friends as you got sucked into a crowd of popular kids from school you didn't really know too well. As you bumped through the crowd, you hit one couple making out especially hard.

“Oh I’m so sorry--” The words died coming out of your mouth as you saw who it was. Taehyung’s cheeks were rosy from the liquor, his eyes were hooded and relaxed, and a sly smirk graced his lips as he pulled away from the mystery girl, who merely giggled. His eyes flickered for a moment as he registered it was you, before he winked and went back at it with her, his hands gripping her sides, pulling her closer. You felt tears spring to your eyes when you saw Xavier. You ran over to him and cupped his face in your hands, kissing him deeply.

People cheered around you, Hoseok cackling and yelling the loudest, “GET IT Y/N!”

You felt his eyes on you as Xavier pulled you close, and yet you didn't care.

Taehuyng

I felt bad seeing her, though the hot liquor coursing through me softened the blow of seeing her so hurt. I couldn't help it, something inside me wanted her to feel how I felt. Kissing this girl (whatever her name is) certainly wasn't satisfying, and making Y/n feel bad made it even less enjoyable. When I heard Hoseok say her name, and heard the crowd cheer, I looked up to see him kissing her.

What’s he even doing in my town? In my best friends house? With my girl? I must have started towards him, cause I felt a pair of arms grab me and and pull me back. It was Yoongi.

“She’s not yours anymore,” his lips said.

The world felt like it was in slow motion. His words processed slowly as my eyes captured the scene. She’s not mine.

My heart broke all over again.

The party finally drew to a close around 1am. You sat outside on a balcony when you heard a door open behind you. Jin smiled and walked out next to you.

“Enjoy the party?” His eyes shined in the moonlight.

“Brought back a lot of memories.” You mused.

“You know we aren't in high school anymore right?” His words startled you.

“Yeah?” You laughed a little, glancing at him, but he wasn't amused.

“Then you two need to stop acting like it.” He left without another word.

The rest of break went by really quick. Thanksgiving was the next day, and you guys stayed another day after. You hung out with some closer friends after before you drove back up. Jin’s words haunted you every time Xavier’s hands were on you, which seemed like they were a lot.

Life on campus changed for you now that you were Xavier’s girl. Girls seemed to openly envy you as they watched you and him walk hand in hand down the campus sidewalks. Instead of walking as your trio after class, Xavier would pull you down the sidewalks twirling you and making you laugh. While you missed Taehyung, it was nice to laugh and have somebody love you. Xavier really was sweet, not to mention handsome. You also couldn’t help feeling butterflies with him, you could see yourself falling hard for him.

You were just pondering this and pausing from texting him about tomorrow’s date when your phone lit up with a call. You smiled expecting it to be Xavier, but felt your heart stop when you saw the name at the top of the screen. You hit the green button, feeling your heart in your throat.

“Hey,” You whisper.

“Let’s talk.” the voice said.

You forgot how much Taehyung’s voice melted you.

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“How can you ‘hate’ Thanksgiving, y/n?”

Dean glanced at my reflection in the rearview mirror. His mossy eyes glinted at me in the slices of light that flickered from outside the car. Sam shifted so he could turn around and face me. Where Dean’s eyes were full of skeptical wonderment, Sam’s held only curiosity and, dare I say, a little empathy.

“I don’t know. It’s just never been my favorite,” I chewed on my lower lip, memories of past iterations of this, my least favorite holiday, flashing through my brain like the “Previously, on…” part at the beginning of a television show. There were so many options to choose from, as far as reasons for hating this, most generally beloved holiday goes.

I could mention the year my mom caught the turkey on fire and somehow I’d gotten blamed for it. Or there was the first time we celebrated it without grandma there. Or maybe we could talk about the year that my parents tried to cram in four different celebrations in one day. A personal favorite of mine was the year my mother decided to tell me that she and my dad were getting a divorce. However, I finally decided to stick with my ol’ standby, or as I like to call it the “say nothing, push it down and wait until the moment passes” maneuver. Dean wasn’t having any of that.

“There’s just so much to love about it,” Dean’s gaze shifted back to the road, but I could see the way his eyes glazed over slightly and the corner of his mouth hitching slightly. “It’s got all my favorite f’s.”

I cocked an eyebrow and waited for an explanation. Dean glanced at me again before returning his attention to driving. “Food, football and fat-pants.”

Sam snorted a laugh and shook his head gently, turning back to face the street again. They spent the rest of the ride back to our home sweet bunker bickering over the supreme flavor of pie and who would win the football game the next day. I wanted to find some glimmer of appreciation for the holiday; some flicker of excitement to mirror at least a fraction of Dean’s because I wanted to love all the things he loved, simply because he loved them.

When we got home, exhausted and weary from the hunt and the drive back, I headed straight for my room, not bothering to say goodnight to either of them. I was irritated at the existence of the holiday in general and angry at myself for my inability to overcome said irritation.

I fell asleep quickly, though I wouldn’t call it a restful night. I dreamed that the mechanical turkey float from the parade chased me through a long, winding corridor. Every few feet was a closed door that I would open to try to escape his maniacal, feathery clutches. Behind the first door were flames, red and orange, engulfing every inch of the room beyond. The next door opened up to what looked to be a scene from a black and white movie, the color completely drained from it’s surroundings. Dean sat atop a stalled train car tied to an old high-back chair, my parents on either side of him, sharpening long knives and laughing like old timey villains. As the sound of the turkey’s gobbling grew closer I slammed the door behind me and flung open the last door, not bothering to look inside before throwing myself inside and pulling it closed. I sucked in several deep breaths before looking up and there, just three feet ahead of me, was Sam. His normally, long, lean frame now round, a thin line of bare skin showing just above the waistband of his grey sweatpants that stretched tautly across his swollen stomach. Bits of pie crust and globs of orange pie filling dotted his now massive chest and he sobbed loudly as he jammed another spoonful of pie into his mouth.

I woke up with a start. My head pounding and my heart racing. I was panicked and jumpy and for a few seconds I couldn’t understand the atrocity of the dream from which I’d just woken. My phone chirped and I groped for it blindly. I had two unread texts. The first was from my mother wishing be a “very happy turkey day...gobble gobble.” I cringed, a surge of adrenaline zig-zagging through my body as the vision of the turkey from my dream flashed through my mind.

The second and most recent message was from Dean. It simply said “My room in 10.” I rubbed a hand over my face before stretching my arm up over my head and yawning. I only grumped a little as I flopped out of bed and threw what I hoped to be a reasonably clean pair of jeans and a sweatshirt on. I brushed my teeth and frowned at my reflection before turning away, twisting my hair up on top of my head and heading out the door.

As I stumbled sleepily down the hall toward Dean’s room I wondered what in Chuck’s green earth would have him up already. I lifted my hand to knock on his door, but found it already ajar and pushed it open.

Dean’s room glowed in the soft, warm light cast from the dozens of Christmas lights strung across all four walls. A small, but beautifully decorated green pine tree sat, on his desk, it’s own lights blinking happily. Dean himself sat, cross-legged in the floor at the foot of his bed. An array of pillows and blankets arranged carefully into what resembled a small and cozy bird’s nest. His face lit up with childlike excitement as my eyes met his. He held up a mug of hot chocolate in one hand and patted the spot next to him with his other.

I must have walked the short distance, though I don’t really remember having done so. But, as I lowered myself to sit beside him and accepted the mug he offered, I wondered if perhaps I’d floated.

“Dean, what…” I searched for the right words, “what is all this? What happened to ‘no Christmas before turkey’?”

“Well, I just know you said you have a bad memory of Thanksgiving so I thought maybe this year, we could just skip it altogether and get right to the good stuff,” he grinned at me and pulled a remote from his pocket. Wiggling his eyebrows, he pointed it at the flat screen TV across the room. The image of a fireplace appeared, and the room was suddenly filled with the sound of a warm, crackling fire.

“But you love Thanksgiving, Dean,” I said, a surge of guilt pricking the backs of my eyes.

“Hey, I can enjoy the three f’s any day of the year,” he smiled and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me carefully against his chest. “And as long as I get to enjoy them with you, that’s all I care about.”

“Thank you, Dean,” I savored the taste of the hot chocolate as I snuggled in closer.

“You’re welcome, y/n,” he took a sip of his own drink and sighed, happily. “So, how’d you sleep last night? Have any interesting dreams?”

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