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[mamirhodessxox]

Hello is it possible to get a one shot of Cody Rhodes? The prompt is "Cody comforts the reader when she's on her period"

I have awful cramps and would love something sweet to take my mind off of it. Thank you! 🌸

IS THIS REAL CHAT?? MY FIRST EVER CODY RHODES REQUEST?? RAAAHHH LETS FUCKING GOOO

Chocolate & Blankets

Cody Rhodes x Fem!Feader

Desc: Y/N is on the worst thing a woman could ever possibly experience every month & Cody is right there to comfort her (and be a little annoying.)

Contents: FLUFF, Period pains, Cussing, Soft!Cody, Cody being a perv, just something sweet :)

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Cody hadn’t seen you this bad since like, a few months ago, He stayed downstairs in the kitchen staring at the TV watching some football game and scoffing when the team he rooted for was loosing, You were upstairs sulking in bed as your period had started this morning & it was a whole thing, You threatened to claw off Cody’s face when he squeezed the spot you were cramping in by accident and that’s how he knew. Today was the day to be concerned and loving towards you more than he usually is which you never knew how this tops how he treats you most of the time.

Not only that but this was the WORST week for this to happen, Cody & You were traveling tomorrow to Miami to get ready for this years Summer slam where he would be fighting with Roman Reigns & The rock.

He looked up when you came downstairs with the entire comforter wrapped around you & he had to turn around and cover his mouth from letting out a laugh before making his way to you & engulfing you in his arms “Awh sweetheart..” he snorted a little at how you looked with a whole bed’s worth of comforter around you but you glared “Shut up Cody it comforts me.” He hummed and kissed the top of your head “Anything I can get you sweetheart?” You nodded slowly and flopped onto the couch “Pads & Chocolate.”

Cody’s face dropped with sheer panic which was fair, You usually had pads prepared but you were running out so he had to go out and do the shopping for the first time but he rolled his neck and nodded “Yeah of course. I’ll go uh- I’ll go do that now.” He grabbed his keys and practically ran out of the door while you laid on the couch waiting.

So here he was, in the women’s section of the store, there were ten different pad sizes on the packaging that he got concerned & face-timed you “yes Cody?” You answered “Babe what’s your vagina size?” You went silent and furrowed your eyebrows “Sorry?? I’m not following through what do you mean?@ Cody cleared his throat and flipped the camera and pointed at the pads that said Small, Medium, Large, XTRA large which made you sigh “Get medium babe & for the record the pad size isn’t the size of my vagina, it depends off of the flow.” He tossed the pads in the basket and hummed “Yeah well I also never had to buy you pads before so..” You hung up on him mid sentence which left him bewildered in the middle of the store but he went off to the candy isle & tossed a variety of snacks in there, Snickers, Kisses, Hershey chocolate bar, Twix, Chips, Cookies ETC

Soon he came home with bags surrounding his arms while he nudged the door open with his hip and set the bags next to you on the couch “Your knight and shining armor has returned babygirl.” You giggled and sat up while picked you up and carried you upstairs and sat you on the bed while he went back down to retrieve the stuff he got you, You were confused with what he was doing and tried asking but he held out a singular finger before hustling into the bathroom and running a warm bath & dunking a bath bomb inside of it before retrieving you “ ‘mon princess your taking a bath.”

You smiled as you got up and went into the bathroom and discarded your clothes and putting your hair up while he helped you get into the tub, “better?” You smiled nodding “much better, thank you Codes.” He smiled and helped get you washed up before helping you out of the tub and putting you in something more comfortable and loose, he laid you down and turned on your favorite show on your shared ipad and sat it on your lap while giving you the bag of candy he got you

“I don’t need you worrying about tomorrow so later tonight i’ll pack our bags so you can get rest.” He addressed before getting in bed with you and running his hand over your tummy and adding a little pressure “What would I do with you?” You muttered into his shoulder while watching your show.

“y’know if you reallyy wanna get rid of these cramps & painful hot flashes we cannot maybee pause that for a good 9 months if you catch my drift.” “Shutup cody.” You laughed and smacked his chest before he chuckled and gave you a kiss “Offer will still be up on the table.”

That was definitely something you might wanna think about and consider once you were over with your period.

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A/N- HII lovey!! I hope you liked it i’m sorry if it was to short I was a little swamped today!! But please feel free to send more requests!! If you want you can claim that Emoji so I know if it’s you making cody requests! <3

[doforlove]

pov local girlboss wants to fill ur body with thousands of spiders

[neochan]

GENRE | smut, idolverse!

WARNINGS | smut

WC | 2.6k +

A.N | this is a repost of my older work. i hope you enjoy it <3

You could still hear the unintelligible screaming of thousands of fans as the boys filtered off the stage and into the greenroom. Another successful concert in the long string of tour stops. You couldn’t even remember what state you were in because the days of traveling, unpacking, setting up, and doing it all again the next day ran together.

The boys were dripping sweat, immediately grabbing bottles of water and towels to wipe themselves off. They had worked harder than normal today since during one of the sets the microphone cut out and they had to perform acapella. Someone was getting fired for that.

Taeyong flopped onto the leather couch dominating the center of the room, water in one hand, phone in the other. “People are already uploading photos.” He outstretches his arm so the others could view the pictures pulled up on his screen.

“Johnny you look ridiculous,” you point out, laughing as a fan had caught Johnny in the act of wildly waving his light stick.

“I was having a good time, okay?” He chuckles and walks into the dressing rooms to change out of his stage outfit. Half of the group filtered out to change and half stayed to peruse through the gifts left by venue staff and play on their phones until told otherwise.

You were wondering where Hyuck was when you heard his voice from the hallway. He saunters in and gives you a kiss on the cheek, “Enjoy the show?” His golden skin was tainted pink, hair matted to his forehead by the sweat that was trickling down the side of his face. He grabbed his shirt and lifted it to swipe at his face, revealing his cute tummy. You had to resist the urge to poke it.

“I enjoyed hearing thousands of pretty fans scream your name” You give him a smirk knowing that he hates when you downplay your relationship.

He nudges you with his shoulder, “You know I meant the songs,” his doe eyes look into yours, his long lashes brushing against his cheek when he blinked “Besides, you know I love you and only you.”

Mark began to nervously giggle in the corner while Doyoung made fake gagging noises from the vanity he sat at. “Oh, shut up.” You say, throwing empty water bottles at the two, “And hurry up I wanna go swimming before it gets too late.”

The ride home was peaceful once the swarms of fans cleared a path for the bus. Per the managers request you slouched down in your seat so know one could see you through the window. It didn’t make much sense because the windows were tinted, but Haechan had to argue for his life to allow them to let you tag along on the tour, so you didn’t question them. Once you were on the road, you sat back up and snuggled close to Haechans side. He rested his hand on your thigh, absentmindedly stroking you with his thumb. His head leaned back against the seat, eyes closed, listening to music. It was so loud you could almost make out the words but you didn’t say anything – you let him stay in his post concert utopia for the whole trip.

The hotel was about an hour away from the venue so that no one would find them, and they’d be closer to their next destination. It was nicer than the others because it actually had a pool. You and Haechan made an agreement to go swimming after the concert, and you couldn’t wait. The staff also rented more rooms, so instead of four people to a bed, it was just you and Haechan.

After checking in everyone filtered off to their rooms leaving the both of you to freely do whatever you wanted - within reason of course. You both got changed, your gaze admiring the hard lines of Haechans back. “Don’t stare.” He blushed, wrapping a towel around his upper body.

You pulled on your bikini which made Haechan go silent. You specifically picked this one because it brought out your skin tone well, and cupped your features beautifully. “Now who’s staring?”

It never failed. The butterfly feeling you got in the pit of your stomach when Haechan watched you with loving eyes. You wrapped a towel around your waist, allowing Haechans eyes to roam the tops of your breasts, peeking out from the almost too small bathing suit.

His cheeks turned pink once he noticed he was caught, “Let’s go”.

The hallways were quiet since it was almost midnight, so you wordlessly made your way down the stairs and out into the night air. It had grown considerably cooler than when guys first arrived that morning, but the sky made up for it. Pretty stars pricked the vast expanse of dark blue and black infinity. You could see the moon peaking out from behind a single cloud, casting a shadowed glow on Haechans honey skin.

The gate was closed when you walked up to it so you stopped to read, “Aw man, the pool closed an hour ago,” You set your lips in a pout, “no wonder the lights weren’t on.”

“Hey it’s okay, no lights, no cameras, they probably wont even notice we’re here if we keep quiet.” He moves closer to you, eyebrows raised expectant for an answer.

You hesitated wondering if you really could pull it off, after all you’d been looking forward to this for the whole day, “I don’t wanna get in trouble..”

“You said you wanted to swim and I’m going to make sure that happens,” He gets down on one knee, “step on my leg, I'm gonna help you jump the fence.”

He boots you over, and grabs your arms to help lower you on the other side, but his hand slips and his nails dig into your shoulder. “Ow, fuck.” You wince rubbing the spot he scratched.

“Sorry, sorry” He says giggling, jumping the fence with such quietness and ease that it looked unreal. “Come on, dare you to do a canon ball!?”

He ran ahead throwing his towel on one of the pool chairs and jumping in the water. You cringe away from the loud slap his body hitting the water made. You walk slowly to the chair, deeply inhaling the addictive chlorine scent.

He finally stands up waist deep in the water and pushes his hair back. The blue water reflected against him, making his skin sparkle. “Come into the water y/n” he splashed some water into your general direction, but not enough to touch you.

“Okay, Okay.” You drop the towel and slip into the water. It was cold. Really cold. You gasp and recoil away, but not fast enough, because Haechan has wrapped his arms around you and started carrying you towards the deep end. You struggle a bit in his grip but his arms provide an iron cage that you can’t get out of. “Haechan let me go!”

He presses a warm kiss to the back on your neck but doesn’t comply with your wishes, instead making a curve and bringing you towards the underwater benches. He fixes his hold on you so that now he’s carrying you bridal style. You stare up at him, water droplets falling off his chin. His eyes were already red from the chlorine and you hoped that it cleared up by tomorrow nights concert. His plush lips sat in a pout, strong jaw set. He was so very pretty; and all yours. You smiled to yourself, deciding to keep that image locked away in your memory forever.

Once he gets to the benches he sets you down and glides in beside you. “You know It’s colder than I thought it was going to be.” He lifts a hand and sheepishly rubs the back of heck, “and you look way hotter in that bikini than I thought you would.”

“I don’t know if that’s supposed to be a dig or a compliment.” You scoot closer to him so that your thighs were pressed against each other. Finding his hand underwater, you intertwine your fingers with his own.

“A compliment babe.” He chuckles and slouches in the water so that only his head sat above it. You both sit there for a moment until it becomes too cold to sit still.

“Well I’m going to put it to use and go swim.” You push off from the cement and paddle around. The only way to stay slightly warm was to keep moving. Haechan watched you, eyes crinkled in a smile, bottom lip caught between his teeth. It was fun to watch you play in the water but the bathing suit was making him think of other things you two could be doing.

And that was how it stayed. Haechan watching while you performed for him.

A while had passed, the calm exterior of the pool getting to you, making you drowsy. The cold blue water washed over your hands while you gently skimmed the surface, making your way over to where Haechan was. You hummed a short tune under your breath, trying to keep yourself distracted. it was close to one in the morning now, but Haechan still sat on the bench, slightly shivering from the brisk air, hands gripping his thighs under the water while his mind wandered far away from the present.

“Watcha thinkin’ about” you ask, moving closer to him, hoping to catch some lingering body warmth.

“Fucking you ,” he moved off the seat and dove under the surface, only leaving small ripples in his wake. You stand there for a second wonder how he could be so blunt, so forward in his desires; he was never like this.

He swam a single circle around your body before popping up in front of you, giving you a mini heart attack. He pushes you back against the tiled walls, “I’ve spent the last hour thinking about fucking you. Thinking about how pretty you’d sound.” His head dips down to kiss along your collarbone, and your hands grab the back of neck, holding him there while his tongue sucked bruises into your tender skin. His hands grazed the bare skin of your arms, giving you goosebumps.

He moaned into the side of your neck, biting and sucking away, wanting you to yearn for him like he did for you. He lifted his head so that his mouth hung over yours, his small puffs of breath fanning over your face while he tests the waters. “Can I kiss you?”

Without giving him an answer you pull him closer by the roots of his hair. His kissing was messy and sweet, and while your tongues moved together, his hips began rubbing circles against you, trying to gain some friction in the cool water. Small heavy breaths were the only sound you could hear, aside from the occasional splash as Haechan moved restlessly.

Your hand wandered down his chest and below the surface to where you could feel him straining against his shorts. You began to stroke him over the fabric, his hips pushing against your touch. He broke the kiss to watch as you peeled down the elastic from his hips, his cock freed from the restricting material of his swim shorts. You watched him twitch slightly as the cold water met his length.

“You can’t make any noise.” You place a single finger against his lips.

“No promises.” He whispers, a devilish smirk breaking way on his face. His hands caress you thighs, pushing your bottoms to the side. The cold water hit you, making you gasp and push into Haechan who just whimpers against your touch.

He tried to stay quiet, only soft grunts between gritted teeth and muffled moans as his hips pushed into your own. The water created resistance but it just enhanced how good he was feeling. He hurriedly grabs at your legs, pulling them up so that they sat around his waist. Your back dragged up the tiled walls, scraping your tender skin, but you could only focus on Haechans cock thrusting deeply in and out of you. He stared longingly into your eyes, filling you up completely, wanting to savor the way they fluttered in the back of your head.

“You love the way I fill you up huh?” He groans into your ear, a hand falling forward to grip the cement ledge of the pool.

You couldn’t respond without fear of moaning so you nod your head wildly. He began to bite and suck at your collarbone, pushing you closer to the edge. Looking down he sees your nipples, erect, poking through the wet fabric of your bathing suit. His eyes grow wide, hips stuttering into you. Fuck you were hot.

“Haechannie, I think I’m going to come.” You squeezed your eyes shut trying to focus on the feeling coiling in your stomach.

“Not yet.” He growls, hands moving to pin your wrists against the cement ledge, “Hold it princess, I know you can.” The water began to slosh around faster as Haechan thrusted harder into you. The sound was so loud its no wonder you didn’t hear the keys jangling against the hip of the guard making his way towards you two.

“Hey!,” he shouts running towards you, “The pool is closed! Get out! Are you two-” He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as you and Haechan spring up out of fear and take off. It was easy to push yourself up onto the pool deck. The guard made the mistake of following you two and leaving the gate unattended. You and Haechan ran out, giggling, making your way back into the hotel. You didn’t stop until you got into the room and slammed the door behind you.

With your heart hammering in your chest you lean against the dark cherry wood . “Holy fuck we could’ve gotten in serious trouble.” You gasp out, clutching a hand against your wet bathing suit top.

“Babe we’ll be gone by morning, no one is gonna know.” Haechan paces in front of you trying to catch his breath. His shorts hung dangerously low on his hips, it was miracle he got them up in time.

“We’re so banned from this hotel.” A knock on the door makes you jump away from it, the worst of punishment's filling your mind. What were they going to do? They couldn’t arrest you, could they?

Haechan walks forward and turns the knob slowly, revealing a sleepy Doyoung. His oversized t-shirt hung off one shoulder showing off his gaunt collarbone. He was rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“What do you want Doie?” you ask softly.

“How was getting chased by the guard?” he gives a sleepy chuckle, still half in his dreams.

“How did you-,” A look of realization hits Haechan, “You reported us?” He whined, pushing Doyoungs bare shoulder so that he stumbled back.

“Sound travels over water dumbasses and you guys were loud, I was trying to sleep!” Protesting, he pushes Haechans wet shoulder back.

“Well, now we’re going to be twice as loud.” Haechan slams the door in Doyoungs face and grabs you, throwing you on the bed. You give a squeal, and hear Doyoungs fist hit the door.

“I swear I’ll make a noise complaint.” He sounded more irritated than sleepy now.

“Go ahead, you’re just mad I’m getting laid and you aren't.” You playfully slap Haechans arm, but he nips at your hand. The other side of the door grows silent, Doyoung either going to report you two, or going back to his room defeated.

“Shall we pick up where we left off princess?”

[crackheadgeminibby]

trust pt. 5

pairing: chris evans x black!reader

warnings: language, age gap, angst

word count: 1.6k

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

part 6

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It was now Sunday night, which meant that it had been 2 days since you last saw and spoke to Chris. You had spent those 2 days essentially binging TV shows that you’d already watched while periodically crying, napping and snacking. You hadn’t spoken to anybody except for Sebastian who had suggested he come over tonight to try and help you figure things out.

Right as you were about to fall asleep again because of the headache you got from crying so much, you hear a knock at your door. You drag the blanket that’s been around you for two days to the door with you. You open the door and as soon as Sebastian sees you, he visibly cringes.

“Hey”, you say hoarsely as you turn around and head back to your couch.

“Hey sweetheart. How are you holding up?” Sebastian asks as he closes your door and follows you to the living room.

As he’s approaching you, he looks around and analyzes the state of your apartment that seems to mirror your mind: there are bottles of water everywhere, half-empty Chinese takeout boxes litter your coffee table, plastic candy and chocolate wrappers are spread around the couch and there are two empty tissue boxes full of crumpled tissues.

“Fine. You know, considering,” you answer as you look up at him.

He slowly nods then moves a couple of things on your coffee table to take a seat.

“Has he tried to talk to you since Friday?”

“Yeah… He sent me a couple of texts asking if he could come over or if we could meet to talk. I just told him that I needed some time.”

As you finish your sentence, you can feel your throat closing as tears start to sting at your eyes. Sebastian sees that and comes to kneel next to you.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m so sorry…” Sebastian says as he strokes your back while you start crying yet again.

“What do you say we talk a little bit about how you’re feeling, huh? I think it’s gonna help you feel better and see the whole thing more clearly.”

You nod your head as you wipe the tears away from your face.

“It’s just… You know, like anybody else that this happens to, I just feel like betrayed, I guess. I mean, I trusted him and he just like destroyed that, you know?”, you try to explain as you sniffle. Sebastian looks at you and nods encouragingly, so you continue.

“I just didn’t think that he would ever do that to me. My God… I just... I love him. So much. And I don’t want to lose him because he just means so much to me”, you finish as your voice cracks.

Sebastian nods slowly as he seems to contemplate how to formulate what he wants to say. After about a minute, he starts,

“You know, Y/N, the relationship that you have with Chris is really special. The bond that you two share is unique and if I’m being honest with you, it simply looks like true love. Obviously, I can’t make any decisions for you because I won’t be the one to live with the consequences, so all I can do is tell you what I think and give you some advice. I did end up going to see him. He kept texting me after Friday night and I thought that I would go over there, give him a piece of my mind and leave.” He sighs heavily and shakes his head.

“I truly think you guys need to talk it out. Whether or not you guys get back together after is for you to decide. But at least, you will have been able to get some kind of closure.”

You stare at Sebastian and consider his suggestion.

“I don’t know if I’ll live through breaking up with him twice, Seb…”

Sebastian looks at you thoughtfully and simply says, “I know it’s not what you want but what if it’s exactly what you need?” He smiles at you sadly and asks,

“How about you go take a shower, clear your head and think about what I said while I clean up in here? Then we can hang out for a bit, yeah?”

You feel tears start to fill your eyes again as you smile dejectedly at him.

You get up from the couch and head to the shower. After staying under the burning hot stream for half an hour, you finally get out and dry yourself off. As you’re looking for something to wear, you see, out of the corner of your eye, Chris’ old shirts and shorts that you’d thrown into a corner of your bedroom in a fit of anger.

You head to them, pick them up and put them on your bed. As you’re refolding them, you see the Patriots’ shirt that you’d taken from him on your first trip together. Four months after Chris and you got together, you had received a wedding invitation from one of your old college friends that now lived in San Francisco. When you had asked Chris if he wanted to tag along, he had happily cleared his schedule for the weekend and hit the road with you. When you took his shirt to sleep the first night, you had joked that you would steal that shirt and that he would never see it again, although it was one of his favorite shirts of all time. You were half right as the next time he saw it was months later when he surprised you at your apartment and you were wearing it after a nap.

You take the shirt and set it apart from the rest of the clothes. You take the stack of clothes and put it back in your drawer. You then go to your closet and take the pair of “I ❤️ Captain America” shorts that he’d gotten you as a joke. You smile as you remember when he had come back from a trip, claiming he’d gotten you the greatest gift to ever exist.

You put the shirt and shorts on and head back to the living room.

As the living room comes in your view, you see that Sebastian had done good on his promise and cleaned almost the entirety of your apartment. He was now finishing some dishes that were in your sink.

You stop next to him in the kitchen and gaze at him,

“Thank you, Seb. Really. For coming over and talking to me and cleaning up. I really appreciate it.”

He smiles at you and says, “You know it’s never a problem, sweetheart. Glad to see you seem a little better.”

You nod and wait for him to finish the dishes.

You both get comfortable on the couch and continue to watch some shows until around midnight.

Sebastian gets up, stretches and yawns, “I think I should head out. And don’t you have work tomorrow morning? You need to sleep.”

“Yeah, I know. But I’ve pretty much been sleeping all weekend so it’s all good.”

You get up from the couch and you both start to walk towards the door.

“You know you can always call or text me if there’s anything. I’m here for you if you want to talk. Or not talk.”

“Thank you, Seb.” You reach up to hug him. “I’ll try and keep you updated.” You smile softly and finish, “I’ll talk to you soon. Promise.”

Sebastian smiles back at you and nods, “Okay, see you later.”

You open the door and wave at him as he heads for the elevator. You close the door, lean back on it and sigh deeply.

What the fuck am I going to do now?

Even if it was past midnight and you had to wake up at 6am for work, as you told Sebastian, you’d been sleeping all weekend, so sleep was not going to come easy tonight.

You head to the kitchen and brew some tea. You head back to the couch and lay down.

As time passes and as you drink your tea, you ponder over your conversation with Sebastian. You’d told him that you loved Chris. You hadn’t even told Chris that. Both of you knew that you loved each other but it just seemed like those three little words never made their way past the barriers of your minds.

You decide to go for a drive to clear your head. You simply put a jacket over your chosen pyjamas and wear some flip-flops.

As you’re driving aimlessly around the city, lost in your thoughts, you stop at the Santa Monica Pier. You sit there for a while, enjoying the view and thinking.

Around 3am, you get back in your car and start to drive around again. After about half an hour, you find yourself in front of Chris’ house.

You turn your car off and lay your head on the headrest. You shake your head at yourself as you get out of the car. There are no lights on in the house, but you can see light coming from the backyard.

You take the key that Chris had given you before and open the gate. As you head towards the backyard, you can see that Chris is sitting in front of the fire with a beer in hand as Dodger sleeps on the chair next to him.

Dodger hears you and turns to look at you. Chris didn’t seem to have seen this interaction, so you lightly tap his shoulder. He clearly had not heard you coming as he gets startled before turning around to look up at you.

“Hey”, you start. You closely look at him and see that he has red splotches all over his face, his eyes are rimmed red and there are dried tear marks down his face. When he sees you, his eyes widen and his mouth slightly opens.

You take a deep breath and ask, “Can we talk?”

[tomspancakes]

This Way: Part 4

*not my gif*

Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress! reader

Word Count: 3580

Warnings: still a crazy ass bih lol. I can’t stop with the drama sorryyy

Summary: Y/n starts noticing how weird Tom is being and decides to confront him.

A/N: I think I’m going to post two days in a row then have one day off, but like a sis is nearing the end of her school year so let’s hope I stick with it haha. Please lmk if you’re enjoying this/ have any constructive criticism. ALSO I need help like ded ass don’t know if I’m stupid or if it’s tumblr’s fault, but when I tag people some of the tags don’t work :/ BUT don’t hesitate to ask to be a part of the tag list :) 

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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*week and a half before lock down*

You opened the door to the flat exhausted after a long day of filming and walked into the living room to see Tom busy on his laptop. He looked up, 

“Oh hi, y/n.” He shut his laptop and stood up, you gave him a strange look.

“Leaving already? Do I smell or something?” You joked and flopped on the couch. Tom has been acting really strange with you after the dinner with his family. Lately he’s been leaving you alone whenever one of the boys got up to leave as well. ‘Was he feeling awkward about being friends?’ you thought to yourself. 

“Oh no no you don’t smell. You always smell nice,” He blushed because he said too much, “Just need to work on this script, Harry’s been on my ass about it.” He said and began to walk away before you could reply.

“What? Not even gonna ask how my day was... you know like a friend?” You teased and Tom sighed and squeezed his eyes shut and turned around

“How was your day, y/n?”

“It was long, tiring, and someone was really rude to me on the set.” You sighed and waited for him to sit back down so he could listen, but he never did, “Ok then… how about your day, Tom?” This was starting to get awkward, 

“Didn’t really do anything, just ate and worked on the first act of the movie, which still isn’t done so if you’ll excuse me I’m going to my room now.” He said quickly, turning around again walking away.

“How rude. ‘Ya let’s be friends, y/n, it’ll be fun.’” You grumbled and mimicked him in an annoyed voice. Tom heard and felt really bad to pretend he didn’t.

-

You were now sitting on Harry’s bed watching him edit his short film and eating ice cream, he listened to how your day went,

“And oh my god one of the stunt fighter guys was being a straight up asshole,” You rolled your eyes eating another spoonful of ice cream,

“How so?” Harry asked

“Well I kept messing up this one stunt where I was in heels and we ended up filming it 7 times. I mean I felt bad for wasting time, but that was until the dickhead said, ‘I don’t even know why they casted you, it’s a simple stunt just get this shit down already so we can move on!’” You said in a deep voice mimicking the guy, “I was so embarrassed, but thankfully Ryan stood up for me. Still ruined my day though.”

“What the hell? What kinda asshole-,” He got up from his spot on the bed all riled up, “Who is this guy? I’m gonna end him. Does he even realize how damn hard it is to do a stunt in heels?” You laughed at Harry’s protectiveness, “Tom literally took half a day to film one stunt and he wasn’t in heels!” You shrugged.

“Sit your ass back down. Thanks for trying to protect me, but everything will be fine, I’m strong. It’s business gotta suck it up.” He rolled his eyes and jumped on you with a bear hug. You laughed and tried to push him off of you, but he was too heavy. 

“Harry, you bitch, I can’t breathe.”

“I just want to protect my best friend.” He said before letting you go and going back to editing.

“Speaking of Tom, have you noticed that he’s avoiding me?” You asked quickly.

“Huh? I haven’t noticed anything of the sort. I mean you guys are both really busy right now aren’t you?” You nodded and rested your head on Harry’s shoulder,

“I mean I guess, but haven’t you noticed like yesterday when you left the kitchen Tom rushed a bit to leave also?” 

“Oh yeah I forgot about that, it was quite strange now that I think about it.” 

“Yeah Tom’s been doing that to me ever since we left your parents’ house. And when I got home today I tried to talk to him about my day, because you know I thought he’s my friend, and he just said he really needed to work on the script and left to his room!”

“Hmm, I did tell him to finish the first act by tomorrow, but he’s been working in the living room all day. Said something about his room being more of a distraction. Also it’s not like Tom to leave without hearing someone out. He always listens.” You just sighed,

“I guess he thinks it’s still weird to be friends. I tried, sorry, Harry.”

“Please don’t give up just yet, y/n, maybe he’s just stressed or something. You know I wouldn’t want to pick sides.” You nodded and started to drift off to sleep and felt Harry remove the bowl from your lap.

-

“Y/n, love, wake up.” you were being shaken by Harry.

“Huh? Oh sorry, did I fall asleep?” You asked groggily and he laughed,

“Yeah and I finished editing the short film!” You jumped up no longer tired anymore.

“Oh my god yay, Harry! Can I see it now pleaseeee?” You jumped up and down on the bed.

“Tomorrow, love, it’s 1 am now and I want to show everyone in the house at the same time.” You pouted and he laughed.

“Fine then be like that. But I’m proud of you.” You hugged him, “Good night, Harry, can’t wait to see the finished product!” 

“Night, love.” He chuckled and you walked out with your empty dish.

You pulled out your phone and opened the Instagram app to see that Tom posted something on his story about 30 minutes ago. It was a picture of the script and his foot captioned, “Working on something big, like my big toe.” You giggled a bit and muttered, “Idiot.” The next story post was from Tuwaine, it was a picture you all took together after breakfast when Tom burnt himself. You were laying across the boys’ laps and Tom was happily looking down at your smiling face. It was captioned, “If lock down happens, it’ll be a real party with these people.” You smiled and reposted it to your story.

As soon as you reached the kitchen you saw Tom sitting at the counter and typing away on his laptop.

“Hey, Tom, still working?” Tom jumped at the sound of your voice.

“Jesus, don’t scare me like that. And yes I couldn’t sleep, b-but I think I’m getting tired now.” He was about to close his laptop and leave, but you stopped him. 

“Oh my god… I’m just gonna put my dish in the sink and leave.” His frazzled expression turned to a relaxed one and he sat back down typing again, refusing to look at you. You began to walk away then felt the urge to ask,

“Tom, a-are you avoiding me?” It came out quieter than you thought, you felt vulnerable. He stopped typing for a brief moment when you asked.

“No, definitely not. Why’d you think that?” You walked back to the counter and stood across him leaning on the surface.

“I’ve been noticing that you're in a rush to leave the room when we’re alone…” Tom continued to type, but incorrectly because of his nerves. 

“Oh, I-I’m sorry, love, didn’t mean for you to think that. I’m just busy is all, I promise.” He said and pointed at the laptop.

“Too busy to hear your friend rant about her day?” You asked and he sighed. His heart dropped when you called yourself his friend.

“I’m afraid so, love. Now why don’t you go sleep don’t you have to film tom-” You cut him off getting tired of the excuses,

“Tom cut the shit, I know you’re avoiding me and I don’t get why.” Tom sighed as you rambled and he put his laptop to the side because he wasn’t getting anything done, “I really appreciate you letting me stay here, but shouldn’t we at least talk a little bit? I mean I was ready to be friends with you for Harry’s sake and then we talked at the dinner and then I was genuinely ready to start off on a new foot. I’ve been trying so hard to reach out to you and you’re literally avoiding me now. Like are you even trying at all? Because I don’t-” Your eyes began to water. Tom got too frustrated and cut you off,

“Y/n I can’t talk about this right now. Please, it’d be better if we discussed this another time.”

“What the hell? Are you being serious? You were a dick when we broke up, you were a dick when I tried to reach out to you, and now you’re being a dick for putting our so called ‘friendship’ on ho-”

“Y/n, stop! Ok? I get it. You can call me a dick and an asshole whatever you want, but this is all for you! Everything I do is for you or because of you! So just leave me the fuck alone, please.” His voice cracked when he said the last sentence. 

“What the hell are you talking about? What are you doing for me?” You stared at him confused.

“I can’t say anything, it’s for the best. Just drop it.” You looked at one another, tears threatening to fall out of Tom’s eyes, you hadn’t noticed you were already crying.

“No. I’m not gonna leave until you tell me what’s going on, Tom. I care for you and I want to be here for you, just tell me what’s going on please.” He looked at you and furrowed his brows making tears stream down his cheeks, it hurt to see you so sad especially since he caused it. He turned around in distress and brushed his hands through his hair before turning back to you. He looked into your eyes and sighed knowing there was no way out of this situation.

“I’ve been avoiding you because I told Allana you’re my ex.” 

“Ok and what’s so ba-”

“Let me finish, y/n, please.” You apologized softly.

“I told her not to tell anyone because I didn’t want to break the promise of letting the world know that we dated. A-and she threatened to spill the secret if I didn’t stay away from you. She said if I ever told anyone about what she said or if she ever saw me close to you again she’d expose us right away. I-I didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship because I decided to be honest to my two-faced girlfriend.” All this information hit you like a train.

“Wow, what. a. fucking. Bitch.” You said stunned, Tom scoffed.

“I feel like an idiot for not listening to the boys and not seeing the red flags.” He sat back down and put his head in his hands. 

“Hey don’t worry, I didn’t notice anything either. Hell I tried to help her. Maybe we’re too gullible…” What you said didn’t really help so Tom began to sob a bit. You walked over to his side and put a hand on his forearm so that he could look at you. His heart was racing at your touch.

“Look, I know Allana is bat shit crazy, but…” You paused thinking if this was a good thing to tell him, “I uh I don’t think I can have you avoiding me all the time, I want you in my life,” He looked up at you surprised, “a-as a friend.” His heart dropped, was that all you were ever going to see him as? A damn friend? 

“Ok, but Allana will tell everyone, and I know how much you care about your privacy.” He said with a stuffy nose, you grabbed a tissue for yourself and Tom.

“I know, but we’ll figure out a way. We were clever enough to hide a 6 month relationship.” You smiled, but you both felt sad when you mentioned your past. He got up and wrapped you in his arms tightly. You swayed back and forth as you felt wet droplets fall on the top of your head, and you soaked Tom’s white t-shirt. You both weren’t crying only because of what just happened, but because you missed one another in a way that words can’t explain. You let out the tears you didn’t cry from when Tom didn’t respond to you and remembered the nights you’d go through old pictures of you and him alone. Tom was crying out all the tears he wanted to let out when he saw that picture of you and Gavin and from the nights that he craved your touch. He tightened his arms around you like it was the last time he’d ever see you. 

“Allana might be watching from outside the window, I’m gonna let you go now.” You said and Tom chuckled sadly letting you go, “We’ll talk about what we can do about this situation in the morning or another time.” You smiled kindly at Tom and he nodded. Tom grabbed your hand softly before you could walk away and pulled you close. You gulped because of how close you were to him,

“Thanks for being so kind, sleep well. Goodnight, y/n.” You smiled and replied,

“Thanks for being more kind to me. Goodnight.” You gave him one last hug and walked away feeling relieved while Tom still felt guilty despite what you said. He still felt like he needed to do more.

-

You woke up at 8 AM feeling a lot happier for some reason. Maybe it was because you cleared things up with Tom last night or because you were going to film a really exciting scene today with some new people. 

You walked into the kitchen, “Goodmorning boys!” You said enthusiastically walking up behind where Harry was seated and gave him a hug from behind.

“Ew why’re you happy?” Harry asked, still tired. 

“Morning, y/n!!” Tuwaine and Haz said in unison. You grabbed a bowl and poured yourself a bowl of cereal.

“Harry, when are we gonna watch your film, I can’t wait any longer.” You complained.

“Maybe when you come back from set, I want to go back to sleep after I eat.”

“Ugh you’re so lazy.” You joked, “where’s Tom, isn’t he usually up by now?”

Tuwaine looked at the other boys then at you apologetically, “He uh left around 5 this morning.”

“Oh for an early workout or something?” You asked, taking a bite of cereal.

“No,” Tuwaine cleared his throat, “to Berlin, Germany.” You choked on your cereal. 

“Wait what, you’re joking I thought he leaves in 3 days.” 

“I don’t know exactly why he left, something about needing a few days for himself before filming. Which I understand because he’s been working hard.” Haz said and you furrowed your brows, was it because of what happened last night? Harry noticed your concern.

“Y/n, do you know exactly why he left?” You wanted to tell him, but you couldn’t. If the boys found out what Allana said they’d definitely do something about it and you couldn’t let that happen. You shook your head,

“Nope, I’m just as confused as you are.” You said coolly.

-

“Are you sure you don’t know what was making Tom stressed?” Harry asked as he pulled up in front of the studio.

“Ya, I’m sure. He’s avoiding me, remember?” It pained you to lie to Harry like that, but you weren’t sure if you were ready to let the world know you and Tom dated. Harry looked like he didn’t believe you, but he let it go.

“Ok then… Text or call when you need me to pick you up.” You thanked him again for dropping you off and walked to the set. You saw Lana and walked with her,

“Hey, babes, did you see the text from Melissa?” You shook your head no. Melissa was in charge of scheduling which scenes would be filmed every day, “She said everyone needed to meet at crafty’s before going to sound stage 32.” 

“Really? Why?” 

“Not quite sure, but there’s been rumors that filming will be postponed.” Lana said sadly.

“Wait, you’re joking.” She shrugged and shook her head as you guys entered the food tent, everyone already looking disappointed.

“Hi everyone, as many of you know Covid-19 was just announced as a world wide pandemic and we’ve just been shut down from shooting anymore scenes at least for two weeks.” Melissa said everyone groaning, “Yes I know this sucks, but please stay safe and healthy while we’re shut down. If you have a trailer here please make sure you clear all your things out because there will be a cleaning team here in two days to…” You drowned Melissa’s voice out

“Just when I thought this day couldn’t get any worse…” You sighed and dropped your head on Lana’s shoulder and she patted your head.

“Lastly make sure you all stay in the same shape you are in now, so nothing looks different when we resume shooting.” Melissa hopped off the table and everyone began to clear out to get their things. You called Harry telling him the sad news. 

-

“I’m so upset, Harry, today sucks.” He patted your thigh as he made a right turn.

“It’ll be ok, love. I’m sure you will go back to filming in no time and you’ll actually miss having a break.” You just leaned your head on the window wondering if Tom at least made it safely to Berlin, and in that exact moment your phone pinged. 

Tom: Hi, y/n, I assume the boys have already told you that I left for Berlin. I just landed. I’m really sorry for not giving a warning, but the space is for the best. I hope you can understand xx

You were upset with everything and everyone at this point and Tom’s text just ruined your mood more. How does he know what’s best for you? Mad and feeling petty you texted back,

You: k.

Tom: Please, trust me, y/n. This will help out our situation.

You: Last time I checked running away from your problems never helps the situation.

You threw your phone back into your purse annoyed.

“Oh shit, what the fuck is she doing here?” Harry asked, displeased. You looked up to see Allana pulling into the driveway just before you and Harry did. 

“Great. Just fucking great. Harry, I think I’m gonna scream.”

“I think I will too. Can we just drive around until she’s gone?”

“That would be nice, but I think she already spotted us and won’t leave.” You pointed at her going to sit down on the porch. Harry groaned and pulled into the driveway. As soon as you and Harry stepped out the car she stood up and barked,

“Where the hell is Tom? He hasn’t texted me since yesterday afternoon, today is our 5 month anniversary.” Well that makes things more complicated. Harry looked at you with wide eyes, “What? Why’re you looking at her like that? Did you have something to fucking do with this, y/n?” She said giving you the dirtiest look ever. ‘Bitch I hope it wasn’t because of me.’ You thought. Harry got closer to you in protective mode.

“No no I swear. We were all surprised to see Tom gone this morning.”

“Gone? Where the hell is he?” 

“He went to Berlin early. Now if you’ll excuse us we’d like to relax in our home.” Harry said not letting you talk, almost standing in front of you now. You both began to walk past her, but she squeezed your arm tight and yanked you back. You winced in pain.

“You bitch what did you do? Don’t even think about fucking lying to me.” Her eyes burned into your soul.

“Allana, what the fuck you’re crazy! back off!” Harry said, pulling you back behind him, “I suggest you leave now before things get more ugly.” He said in the most intimidating way possible.

“Ok, but the only thing ugly about this is whatever y/n did with Tom. I don’t doubt for a second that you’re a stupid whore. I saw that photo of you laying on him last night, and I’ve seen how you flirt with Tom you sk-”

“Allana that’s enough, go now!” Harry yelled and she looked surprised. She glared at you before stepping back, “Stay the fuck away from Tom he doesn’t need your ugly ass all over him.” “Allana, sweetie, we live in the same house. Quite dumb of you to think we can really stay away from one another.” You laughed darkly as tears of anger welled up in your eyes.

“Ok then, cunt. Go near him, I dare you. You have no idea what I’m capab-”

“Allana, I said fucking leave!” Harry was tired of this shit. Allana scoffed and finally drove away.

Harry turned to you cradling you in his arms as you let tears fall down your face, “I hate today…��� you hiccuped, “a lot.” 

“I know, I know.” He cooed. You looked up at him, “I know something is up, y/n. You need to tell me why my brother really left so I can help you.” You sighed and nodded.

“Ok let’s get you cleaned up.” He kept you close to his side and you both walked in. Tom was so wrong thinking him leaving would solve anything.

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Chapter Seventeen: Trust

Cinder’s life revolved around the garage, working as a mechanic, until that one male student came in looking for a Mercedes and changed her life… AU AH Kaider story. Enjoy!

A/N: Want a fic? I posted this elsewhere 3 months ago and only just found out as i was posting another chapter, ahh, sorry!! Not that anyone cares but still. Also, this was a right pain to format on mobile, ugh.

Cinder's heart falters as she watches Kai literally stumble away from their conversation.

She can't think after he leaves, she can't get the image of his contained tears out of her mind, she can't focus on anything other than what could have happened. She doesn't even trust herself to try and come up with a plan for the rest of the day.

"Cinder?" Iko asks tentatively, clearly sensing that something is wrong.

"Hey, Iko," Cinder replies, sighing.

Iko raises an eyebrow and places her hands on her hips. "Alright, spill. What happened with Mr Sexy Barista?"

Cinder cracks a small smile at the title but then shakes her head again. "It's nothing."

"If that were true, you wouldn't still be polishing that wrench ten minutes later."

She blushes, caught oil-handed, and places said wrench on the table, sighing as she turns to Iko with a grateful look. "He left."

"He broke up with you?" Iko asks, her voice neutral but her eyes threatening to explode with rage.

Quickly, Cinder shakes her head. "No!"

Iko's relief is honestly almost as intense as Cinder's curiosity. By the time Cinder's thrown out some explanatory words and Iko has understood the situation, the two of them are equally as confused about and worried for Kai.

Cinder stays silent as Iko paces and mutters things to herself because, while she can usually work out people's motives and judge their character, she's absolutely rubbish at figuring out emotions and feelings, especially when it's someone she actually likes, even more so when it's someone she truly cares about.

"If I had to guess," Iko says eventually, "I'd say it wasn't anything you did directly."

"Iko, there was nobody else here, who else could it have been?"

"No, I mean, you probably just reminded him of something else. If it was you, he wouldn't have made an effort to be polite before leaving, would he?"

"I don't know; people are confusing."

Iko snorts in amusement but recovers quickly, clearing her throat. "Look, he'll come back. Just wait for him."

Cinder bites her lip but she knows Iko is intelligent and can be trusted when it comes to boys so she nods and exhales. Well, she nods, exhales and stops whatever she's trying to achieve by passive-aggressively cleaning random tools. Iko finds someone to cover for her and she trudges back to the place she wishes she didn't have to call home. Luckily, Adri has no chores for her yet so she can go back to her room, almost missing the fact that her laptop is back on her bed.

"What?" she asks the air, then scrambles to plug the laptop in and switch it on.

As soon as the home screen fades into view, she opens tumblr, needing to message Kai, needing to ask him if he's okay. The ten seconds it takes for the website to load could be ten years for how slow they seem to go by but it matters not because then she's logged in and finding Kai's blog like it's a second nature to her.

-kai?

-are you okay?

And then, after a moment's hesitation...

-did i do something wrong?

Not surprisingly, she doesn't immediately get a reply back.

It takes over an hour for a reply to come through, during which Cinder aimlessly rearranges her room and makes sure everything is organised enough to satisfy even the pickiest of the organised. She jumps when she sees the little light flashing even though she'd been expecting it to happen.

-My apologies for leaving so abruptly.

-I needed to clear my head.

-You did nothing wrong, don't worry, princess!

-are u sure?

-Of course.

-im almost sure ur just saying that to make me feel better

-What a ridiculous suggestion...

-it's ok, you don't have to tell me anything

-just...

-i'm sorry, ok?

-A comma? You must be sincere.

-Thank you.

-shut up

-Make me!

Cinder blinks. She's only ever seen couples say that to each other, and it's usually just before they kiss or something. She doesn't know what she's meant to say to that, whether she's expected to do something romantic in return, and she's about to panic when Kai saves her.

-Did I do it right?

-I've seen people say that and I figured it was a more interesting response than a simple denial.

-My apologies if I did it wrong.

-u scared me

-I scared you?

-i dont know why i told you that. nvm

-If it's any help, you don't need to make me shut up. I'm not even talking...

-oh, bc ur typing?

-very original

-It worked, didnt it?

-depends

-You stopped being scared, right?

She laughs. He's right, it did work. She replaced her anxiety with exasperation and it worked. If it was anyone else, she'd probably be annoyed at them having figured her out so quickly. For some reason or the other, she finds herself being amused at Kai instead of irked, and she appreciates him instead of being irritated with him. She makes a mental note to ask Iko about that tomorrow before shifting her attention back to Kai's message.

-you wish

-Goodnight, Princess.

-And thank you.

-For understanding.

-are u okay? ur using three messages for one sentence

-I'm slightly in a rush...

-so ur solution is to send more messages?

-No, my solution is to send fragments.

-So that I don't leave you with awkward silence.

-I really have to go.

-Can't wait to check up on the car!

-me too

-okay i guess ur gone

-bye

Cinder's mind immediately tells her that saying 'me too' was a bad idea but she ignores it, instead focusing on her relief that Kai is okay.

She shuts the computer down so no battery is wasted and flops down onto her bed, sighing happily. She's done a lot of happy sighing lately, mostly because of Kai and his adorable eccentricities, but she won't complain because she likes the rush of warmth in her heart every time she sees his smile, the comfort she finds in his eyes, the sparks she feels every time they're close to one another.

With a start, she realises she might have found someone to trust. Trust doesn't come easily to her but, with Kai, she's all but ready to give him everything. And it scares her. Cinder's trust is the key to a friendship with her but it's also a weapon that she's giving away, making herself vulnerable. As her eyes become heavy and start to close, she just hopes that trusting Kai won't be a mistake. She hopes it's worth it in the end and, frankly, she'd never hoped for anything more.

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Hi, could you please write a part 3 of the Lieutenant Duckling smut, where they're finally married and can make love and enjoy each other? please, and thank you

Finally, I finished this, hooray! As with everything I’m writing lately, it’s pure filth, albeit fluffy feelsy filth. Enjoy. 4900 words, rated Explicit.

I’ve reposted this on ao3 as a separate 3-part fic here.

(Part 1)(Part 2)

Part 3

Emma lifted her head, flipped her pillow over, and punched it before flopping her head back onto it. She closed her eyes, counting to fifty. She rolled onto her back, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes hard enough to see spots, groaning in frustration.

There was just no possible way she was going to fall asleep.

Finally, she sat up with a determined frown and swung her feet down onto the cold floor. She reached for the extinguished candle on her bedside table, then thought better of it, leaving it where it was. Emma pulled on her robe and walked over and carefully opened her bedchamber door, listening for the footfalls of a night watchman. Hearing nothing, she slipped out into the passageway.

On the eve of their wedding, Killian had been put in a room in a different wing of the castle, far from Emma’s bedchamber. But after so many years of sneaking down to the kitchen for a midnight snack, it was an easy matter for Emma to avoid the watch’s patrol pattern and make her way to Killian’s bedroom, the location of which she’d made a point of memorizing. Ducking into an alcove and waiting until she was certain she wouldn’t be observed, Emma dashed to the door and carefully opened it, letting herself inside. She locked it behind her.

She heard a fumbling sound, and with her eyes straining in the dim moonlight, she saw Killian’s hand shoot out and knock his candle off the table.

“Who’s there?” he said, his voice raspy with sleep.

“It’s Emma,” she whispered, hurrying over to the bed. “Don’t… raise the alarm or whatever.”

“Emma? What are you doing in here? I’m not supposed to see you, it’s bad luck.”

“I know, sorry, but I couldn’t sleep.”

Killian sat up in bed, completely bare-chested, and Emma gulped at the sight. Reaching out for her, he took her hand and kissed it. “Too excited about tomorrow?”

“Too nervous about tomorrow.”

He smiled at her. “Not nervous that you’ve made the wrong decision, I hope?”

She punched him on the arm and then sat down on the bed at his side. “No. Nervous that something will go wrong, I guess. That I’ll get up in front of all those people and trip and fall into the wedding cake.” Killian chuckled at that. “And… I’m nervous about the wedding night.”

Killian squeezed her hand. “Me too.”

“Why are you nervous? It won’t be your first time,” she said.

“It’ll be my first time with you, Emma. My first time with the woman I love, the woman I intend to spend my life with. My wife,” he added, and the way his voice caught on that word made her heart skip a beat. “Of course I’m nervous.” He pressed his lips against her hand again.

She hesitated for a second and then decided to forge ahead with her original plan. “So let’s get it over with.” And then she winced because that had sounded much better in her head. “I mean, not get it over with because that makes it sound like I’m dreading it and I am definitely not, but if we do it now, then we won’t be distracted during the ceremony worrying about… you know.”

Killian was quiet in answer to her rambling, and Emma bit her lip, waiting for him to say something.

“My love… are you sure that’s what you want? You’d be going to your wedding day no longer–”

“Killian, if you say ‘pure,’ I’m going to smack you. You know how I feel about all that patriarchal nonsense.”

“Aye, and you’d be right to strike me, darling.” He rubbed a hand over his face. “I just don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret.” Chuckling uneasily, he added, “And I think it would be a shame if your father were to find out and murder me mere hours before I am to wed you.”

“I locked the door,” she said, and then inched a little closer to him. “Look, is there really a difference between right now and tomorrow in terms of the commitment we’ve made to each other?”

“No, of course not.” He reached out and touched her cheek, and Emma shivered at the contact. “I love you, Emma, and I will be yours for as long as I live.”

She felt pinpricks of tears behind her eyes at his declaration. She knew what had driven her to sneak into his room was a mixture of lust and pragmatism, but right now it felt like so much more. “I love you, too. And I don’t want to wait another second to share this with you.”

Killian launched himself up from the pillows, taking her in his arms and sealing his mouth forcefully over hers. Hoping that was his answer, Emma brought her feet up onto the bed, letting her momentum carry them down so that she ended up sprawled on top of him as they continued to kiss. He was still under the covers and she was on top of them, and there was a bit of fumbling as they tried to correct that fact without letting their lips part.

Emma still wore her nightgown and robe, she realized, and with a frustrated grunt, she sat up and struggled to untangle herself.

“Let me,” Killian said, his hand gently curling around her shoulder. “Let me undress you, darling.”

Unable to find her voice, Emma nodded.

His fingers deftly worked the knot in her robe before easing it off. Her nightdress was tied with a ribbon at her neck and he pulled it loose, moving aside the neckline. Leaning over, Killian kissed her bare shoulder, and it felt startlingly intimate to have his lips on a part of her they had never before touched. It seemed to affect him profoundly as well, and his movements as he lifted the nightgown up her body and over her head were rushed. Emma shifted her weight to assist him, and before she knew it, she was completely nude.

As much time as they had spent pawing at each other over their clothes, and sometimes under them, Emma still felt terribly exposed, and she moved her arms instinctively to cover her breasts.

“Oh, don’t,” he whispered. “You’re the most beautiful vision I’ve ever seen, let me look at you.”

Hesitantly, Emma lay back, her arms falling to her sides, and let Killian take her in. Cool air and nerves made her shiver, and he gently brought the covers up around them as he settled down beside her.

With a little smirk, Emma rolled toward him and reached for the drawstring of his trousers. “You’re overdressed.”

He laughed in response. “Aye.” She untied the laces and he pulled the sleeping trousers off, tossing them on the floor.

His skin was pale in the moonlight, the hairs that covered his body a stark contrast. She’d seen his cock before, but never in the context of the rest of him, had never been able to let her eyes follow the trail of hair down his abdomen to his erection, jutting proudly toward her now like some kind of divining rod.

Killian gathered her into his arms, and Emma finally felt what it was like to have his bare skin pressed all along the length of hers. She sighed into his mouth with joy at how wonderful it felt. It was like something clicking into place, being with him like this. Like her heart and body were finally in sync.

While they kissed, Emma could feel the wet press of the tip of his cock against her belly, and she couldn’t help but fixate on what it would feel like to have that part of him inside her. She both wanted it desperately and feared it at the same time. Would she be different, afterward? Would people just be able to look at her and know?

As if he sensed her trepidation, Killian’s kisses slowed and his hand rubbed her back, soothing her with his warmth and comforting embrace.

“Emma, if you don’t want this, you can change your mind, darling.”

Shaking her head, she shifted onto her back, letting her legs fall open. “I want this. I trust you.”

He kissed her again. “May I touch you?”

She couldn’t help but giggle. “It’s nothing you haven’t done before.”

Killian’s hand trailed down her belly. “I know, but it’s different now,” he said. He skimmed past her sex and cupped her inner thigh. “Isn’t it?”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly because it did, it felt so different from those times with his hand under her skirts. She felt more vulnerable, naked and in his bed as his fingers inched up and came in contact with her folds. The slick way his fingers moved against her skin made her aware of how wet she was, her body anticipating and needing him. At least now she knew that he found the wetness arousing.

“You feel so good, love,” and Emma stifled a moan as he began to stroke her with more purpose. “So ready for me.”

“Yes, I’m ready, Killian.” She couldn’t help but writhe against his fingers, her hips moving instinctually as he slid one finger into her easily.

“There’s no rush, Emma. I want this to feel as good for you as I can make it. All right?”

Nodding, she closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations his fingers were creating between her legs. He focused more and more on that tiny nub of flesh that made pleasure radiate out like sunlight inside her veins, and very quickly she felt the tell-tale sparks of an impending orgasm. She almost didn’t want it to happen, wanted to save it until their bodies were truly joined, but something about being in bed with him, their naked bodies close together, seemed to heighten the experience of being touched so intimately and her climax crested over almost against her will. Emma bit her lip, the only noise coming from her throat a choked off squeak.

“I love it when you come,” Killian murmured, his lips brushing across her sweaty brow. His fingers continued to stroke her down below, stimulating her over-sensitive flesh, and then he adjusted his hand and Emma felt the pressure of being entered again, this time with what seemed like two fingers. She gasped.

“Does that feel okay?” he asked.

It didn’t hurt, but it was more of an intrusion than she’d ever experienced, so it felt slightly strange. Emma hesitated, and then she nodded.

He continued to gently move his fingers in and out, and her body quickly accommodated them. Emma felt renewed desire and pleasure, and she moved her hand to Killian’s cheek, stretching up to kiss him. “Make love to me. Please.”

Killian seemed to tremble as he positioned himself above her and she spread her legs to bracket his hips. The first touch of his cock sliding across her folds made both of them moan.

“We need to stay quiet,” she whispered, and he nodded.

“I know, but gods, I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long, and you feel so good.”

He continued to just thrust against her, not pushing inside, and as lovely as that felt, Emma wondered what he was waiting for. She felt uncertain, like maybe there was something she should do to allow him entrance that she didn’t know about. “Killian–”

“Can I?” he said at the same time she spoke his name. Emma nodded. Propping himself over her with one arm, he reached down and took himself in hand, and then she felt the tip right against her opening. For some reason, it hadn’t occurred to her that he might need to direct the angle of his cock with his hand, and Emma almost giggled at her own naivete. It felt huge, like there was no way it would fit inside her, and that same mixture of anticipation and fear swelled in her chest.  Then he was pushing and there was pressure, and then a sharp twinge as the head of his cock slipped inside. Emma gasped, and Killian stopped.

“Does it hurt?”

She felt a burning at the way her body was being stretched, but it wasn’t terrible. “A little, but it’s okay. Keep going.”

Very slowly, he pushed inside her, and the slight pain persisted but something about it also felt good, like nerves that his fingers couldn’t reach were being stimulated by the size and length of him. She was almost surprised when she felt his hips come up flush with hers and she realized he was all the way in.

With panting breath, Emma opened her eyes and looked at him. She felt full and strangely complete in a way she never had before. Their bodies were like puzzle pieces, finally put together after so many months of being separate parts of a whole.

“I love you,” he said, and she felt him move just a bit as he pinned her down with his hips.

“I love you,” Emma answered. “I’m so glad it’s you.”

He moved then, pulling out and pushing back in and Emma gasped again. A few more shallow strokes and the pain was almost gone.

“Oh,” she said, and she could hear the surprise in her own voice. Having him inside her like this was everything she had wanted since she had fallen in love with him. “Oh.” Again as he pulled out a little farther and pressed back inside with more force. Every time felt better and better.

“All right?” His voice was strained and breathy.

“Yes, gods, it’s… yes.” She spread her legs wider and clung to him, giving herself over to the rhythm of his movement.  

Killian didn’t last long, his back arching and a pained grimace on his face as he climaxed. Emma was a little disappointed it had been so quick, but then she remembered how excited she’d been and how quickly she’d come from just his fingers, so she could sympathize with his lack of stamina. As he pulled out, Emma felt a little stinging twinge of pain between her legs, and she pressed her thighs together. Rolling onto her side, she felt a flood a moisture run out onto the inside of her leg, and she grimaced. Sex was strange and messy, she thought as she tried to get comfortable, but it was also wonderful and sort of life-changing.

“Are you all right?” Killian asked, his hand coming up to caress her cheek.

She snuggled close to his chest, kissing him tenderly. “I’m… good. And looking forward to doing that again.”

He grinned. “Less nervous about tomorrow, I hope?”

Pondering that, she nodded. “Yes, I suppose I am. But I wish I didn’t have to sneak back to my bedchamber.” She felt bereft at the thought. After such an intimate act, the last thing she wanted to do was leave Killian and return to her own bed alone. She needed the comfort of his arms around her, cradling her through the night.

“This is the last time we’ll have to sleep apart,” he assured her, kissing her forehead. “After tomorrow, there’ll be no getting rid of me.”

“Promise?”

“Aye.”

~*~

“You’re going to look so beautiful, Emma,” Snow said, carefully fingering the embroidery on the wedding dress in the morning sunlight. It hung on the door of her wardrobe, ready to be put on. “Are you excited?”

Emma took a sip of her tea, then returned to brushing out her long hair. She was excited, but the lack of sleep made it challenging to match her mother’s energy level. “I’m excited.”

Snow’s face fell a little bit. “You don’t seem excited.”

“I am, I am, I’m just…” It was impossible to articulate how she felt. Sitting there at her dressing table, she was aware of a slight soreness between her legs, and it just made her feel all the more like the fact that she’d given up her maidenhead a day early would be obvious to anyone who looked at her. “Nervous.”

Snow eyed her, and Emma could tell there was something on her mind. Her mother took a deep breath.  “We should talk about tonight,” she blurted. “The wedding night. You know.” She wrung her hands together.

Emma’s eyes widened. “Are you really going to bring up sex with me at the very last possible moment to bring it up?”

“Sorry, but this is hard for me, talking about this sort of thing with my only daughter. You’re still a little girl to me in a lot of ways.”

A surge of anger surprised Emma with its ferocity. The idea that without Ruby, she would have been left all alone to try to figure out her physical reaction to Killian and how to navigate that aspect of their relationship suddenly made her furious. “Well, I’m not a little girl. Killian and I have already done things together,” she blurted.

Snow crossed her arms and frowned. “What things?”

She felt a perverse sort of thrill at the idea of shocking her mother, although if what Ruby had said was true, it was nothing she herself hadn’t done.  “I’ve been physical with him,” she said vaguely, thinking more of their months of stolen moments in empty rooms in the castle than of the night before.

She expected shock or anger or both, but what she got were her mother’s eyes glassy with tears. “I should have been here for you before this,” she said.

Emma shrugged. “Ruby was here for me,” she said, unable to resist getting another dig in.

“That’s hardly comforting,” Snow said, sinking down onto the bed.

“I’m just saying, you’re off the hook,” Emma said to the mirror as she brushed her hair.

“I don’t want to be off the hook. I’m your mother, and I failed you.”

Turning around and looking at Snow face-to-face, all of Emma’s anger melted away and was replaced by guilt for making her mother feel bad. “I’m sorry.”

“Is he… kind to you? And giving?” Snow asked timidly.

“Very giving.” Emma experienced a visceral flash of memory, of the way he’d once hiked her skirts up and let her wrap her legs around him, grinding his hardness against her until she’d had a powerful, shuddering climax against the wall in an alcove behind the armory.

“Good.”

“I didn’t know loving someone could feel this way,” Emma said. “I thought I loved Baelfire, but it was nothing like this.”

“It was destined to be,” Snow said with a dreamy look in her eye. “From the day he saved your life–”

“He didn’t save my life–”

“The day he pulled you out of the water then,” Snow said. “You were destined to fall in love.”

Emma shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Do you know when you first realized you were in love with him?”

“Realized it? I don’t think I actually realized it until the first time we kissed, but I’m pretty sure I was done for when I was fifteen and he put on that naval uniform the first time.”

Snow giggled. “Men do look good in uniform.”

~*~

Indeed, the sight of him at the altar in his formal dress uniform took Emma’s breath away.

The ceremony went by in a blur, and Emma was hard-pressed to remember the details later. She remembered the way her hands trembled, the shaking of the delicate flowers of her bouquet making it terribly obvious. She remembered struggling to repeat the words she was supposed to say as she got lost in the blue of Killian’s eyes. She remembered his voice catching as he said his vows, and that catch making her own tears flow. She remembered the warmth of his lips as he leaned in and gave her a chaste kiss. She remembered the blur of happy faces as they walked back down the aisle as husband and wife.

The receiving line that followed was boring and exhausting but the ball was fun, at least in that she got to dance almost every dance with her new husband, save the one reserved for her father and a few more that she was diplomatically obligated to share with visiting royalty from neighboring kingdoms.

“Are you happy?” her father David had asked as they spun around the room.

“Very happy.”

“I can tell; you’re positively glowing today. There’s already something different about you.”

Emma had blushed at that, her head immediately filling with images of the night before.

The ball went by so quickly that she was almost surprised when one of her ladies-in-waiting said it was time for them to go.

They had a honeymoon on the coast to look forward to, but this first night was going to be spent at the very hunting lodge that they’d once stolen away to, an easy ride from the castle since they knew they’d be too tired and it would be too late to embark on a long trip immediately after the wedding.

“Oh, thank the gods, there’s food,” Emma said as they walked into the main room, where a servant had set out a selection of fruits and cheeses for them in front of the fireplace in which a lively fire danced. Someone who knew she would barely have time to eat at her own wedding must have arranged for the spread, and Emma would have gladly kissed whoever that was.

She caught Killian staring at her as she ate, and she swiped at her mouth with a napkin in case she’d made a mess of herself. “What?”

He smiled. “Nothing, just… you’re my wife.”

She grinned back. “Yeah.”

When they had slaked their hunger for food, Emma stood and held her hand out for her husband. “Let’s go to bed,” she said, and his expression shifted to lustful in an instant.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

They undressed each other slowly, removing the traveling clothes that they had dutifully changed into even though she would have better enjoyed watching Killian peel off his officer’s uniform, just as she would have preferred to feel his hands unlacing the stays on her wedding dress. But there was a protocol to these things, and at least in this case, they had followed it.

Emma was alight with desire as he leaned over and took her nipple between his lips, his tongue flicking it and making her moan. The staff who had readied the hunting lodge for them had returned to the castle, and they could make as much noise as they wanted.

“Do you regret last night?” he asked hesitantly as he lowered her to the bed, his body covering her and caging her in. In the firelight, she could see everything more clearly, but she wasn’t as nervous about being bare in front of him this time.

Emma shook her head, smiling up at him. “Not even a little.” Killian moved his hips against hers, his cock dragging against her flesh, and she winced.

“Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” she said quickly, not wanting to mar this perfect night, but he gave her look that said he didn’t believe her. “I’m the tiniest bit sore, but not enough to matter. I want to make love to my husband.”

Killian planted a line of open-mouthed kisses down her throat, his teeth scraping against her collarbone. “Let me make sure you’re ready first,” he said, a dark rasp in his voice, and then he began working his way down her body, his mouth focusing on her breasts for a while before he covered her flat stomach with little sucking kisses.

His intent became more than clear when he positioned himself lower on the bed, his shoulders spreading her legs apart. Emma couldn’t believe the way he was examining her sex so closely, and she felt the urge to close her legs to his scrutiny, but she held herself still.

“Relax, darling,” Killian said, no doubt noticing that she was tense. “I’m merely going to service you the way you did for me in that closet a few weeks ago. When I had to go make conversation with your mother over dessert while all I could think of was the way you looked with my cock in your mouth.” He placed a closed-mouth kiss right over her opening, and Emma gasped, her leg twitching. “I’ve fantasized about this so many times,” he murmured, and the tickle of his breath on her skin made her tremble. “I’ve caught your scent on my fingers and wished for the freedom to taste you and pleasure you the way you deserve.”

He licked her then, the flat of his tongue running all the way up between her legs, and Emma cried out. Humming with satisfaction, Killian’s lips pressed against her pleasure center, that nub of flesh that was so sensitive. “Now that you’re my wife, I intend to give you every pleasure your body can stand. Is that something you want, Emma?”

“Yes,” she whispered, shuddering as his tongue swept over her again. “Oh, yes.”

She sank into a pool of liquid pleasure after that, losing all sense of embarrassment about the way her husband was acquainting himself with her body as he worked so diligently at his task. At some point, she felt his fingers on her, then inside her, and the combined sensations brought a series of nonsense sounds from her mouth.

When he stopped, Emma almost screamed in frustration, her thighs shaking, her body positively thrumming with need. She wanted him to keep going, wanted to push his face back down between her legs and make him keep licking her until she climaxed, but then he was up and kneeling between her legs and before she knew it he was pushing his cock inside.

It was easier than the night before, the discomfort less, especially now that she was so aroused. Killian again took it slow, working inside her inch by slow inch, staying up on his knees this time instead of stretched out over her like he had been the night before. Emma took the opportunity to watch the way his abdominal muscles flexed as he fucked into her, the way the muscles in his forearms moved as he clutched her hips.

“Killian, you feel so good,” she gasped, her hips circling even as he held himself still, buried to the hilt and straining for control. “Gods, I’m so close, please, oh gods, I need, I need…”

He pressed his thumb down accurately against her tiny bud just as he started to move, and Emma writhed and gasped, aware of every thick slide, every circle of his talented fingers.

Her orgasm was shattering, and Emma cried out loudly as she rode the waves of it, the intensity of which she’d never experienced. She was barely aware of Killian falling just after she did. By the time she became conscious of anything but white-hot pleasure, he was carefully pulling out.

Emma lay unmoving as Killian collapsed at her side with a huff of breath.

“That was… amazing,” she said finally, her throat dry and uncomfortable. “Was it amazing for you?” she asked, turning her head but the rest of her body unmoving

“Aye.” He reached over and pulled her close. Shifting her bottom a little, she felt a wet spot on the sheets and tried to position herself to avoid it. She wished she’d thought to ask Ruby what to do about the fact that things got so sticky afterward. “It was unbelievable,” he added, and then noticed her squirming. “What’s the matter?”

Emma blushed. “There’s a wet spot on the sheets,” she said with a grimace. Why couldn’t these realities of their bodies be whisked away somehow with a magic spell?

“Ah. Hang on just a moment.” He levered himself out of bed, and Emma watched his naked form greedily as he went over to the washbasin and picked up a cloth. Returning to bed, he wiped between her legs gently, and once again Emma was dumbfounded at the intimacy between them. She’d thought many times about what sex would feel like, but never about what it would be like to have a man be so casually intimate with her body in other ways. She decided she quite liked it.

“Shift over,” he said, settling down where she’d been lying when she followed his direction.

“Then you’re just on the wet spot,” Emma pointed out as Killian arranged the blankets over them both.

“I don’t care, love. I’m about to spend the night with my wife in my arms. I couldn’t possibly be happier or more content than I am right now.”

Emma curled into him, relaxing into his embrace. “Me too.” She traced a finger down from the hollow of his throat to his chest. “Although if you want to wake up and do that again in a few hours, I probably wouldn’t be opposed.”

His gentle laugh was like warm syrup. “Have I mentioned how much I adore that you’re insatiable in the bedchamber?”

“No, but I assumed.” Yawning, Emma shifted against him and felt sleep weighing her eyelids down. “Sex is just so much fun.”

“Better than Parcheesi, even?” he asked, and she could hear the smile in his voice.

Slapping his chest, Emma closed her eyes. “I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“I do.”

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Half Blood, Whole Heart: Part 3

Pairings: Jax x Reader, sister Winchester!reader- SOA/SPN Crossover

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst, SPN canon death.

Word Count: 3,988

A/N: So I decided to repost my novel- the story that someone stole from my old blog and put up on Wattpad. PLEASE don’t be an asshole and steal my stories. It CRUSHED me when it happened and almost ran me off Tumblr.

Half Blood, Whole Heart Masterlist   Aesthetic by @ravenangel33

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You sat in the interrogation room, glaring at the man in front of you as he thumbed through your dad’s journal. You had been silently sitting in the cold room, handcuffed to the table for nearly two hours and the cop was not giving up.

“We know the guy you are with is Dean Winchester. Just tell us your name, sweetheart.” The man said as he looked up from the book. He rested the back of his leg on the table and you continued to sit silent, staring straight forward and swearing up a storm in your head. You knew you would get a phone call sooner or later and you were beginning the debate of calling Gemma or Jax to bail you out when the man slammed the journal shut. 

“Fine. Don’t talk. You’re friend is just about to crack anyways.” You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling at the mans blatant lie as he stormed out of the room. You knew without a shadow of a doubt in your mind that the only thing Dean was doing was giving the cops lip.

“I knew I should have stayed home.” You thought to yourself over the next hour you were left alone as you drummed your fingers on your knee. “Shit… I hope Sam really did wipe my Arkansas thing.” Without warning the door burst open and Dean smiled at you.

“Well look at you being all lazy, we have a case to finish.” You glared at him as he handed you a paperclip and he sat on the table with dad’s journal in his hand.

“How did you get out?” You asked as you sprung the handcuffs and stood up. Dean smiled as he looked up at you.

“Sammy called in a fake call.” You smiled and shook your head as the two of you headed out of the police station.

“Good ol’ Sam. Hey do you know if he cleared our records from Arkansas?” You asked as Dean led you to the roof and he nodded.

“Yep. Arkansas and Virginia are both cleared.”

“Oh shit! I forgot about Virginia.” You said as you climbed down the ladder on the side of the building. As your feet hit the bottom, you looked around for anyone that could be paying attention as Dean dropped down next to you.

“How could you forget about Virginia?” He asked as the two of you headed off to find a phone to call Sam and you shrugged.

“We got picked up after a salt and burn, easy to forget. Arkansas on the other had was not so easy to forget and you and dad still owe me for that.”

“I told you I was sorry a hundred times.” You brushed him off as the two of you ran across the road and you chuckled.

“Yea well Jax splitting your eyebrow was payback for that so we are even.” Dean balked and shook his head.

“No! No way! And since we are on that topic, don’t think I am even remotely close to being OK with you dating him.” You shrugged as you came to a stop at a phone booth. With a sweet smile, you pat his cheek and shook your head.

“It’s a good thing you don’t have a say in who I date then.” He huffed as he stepped into the phone booth and called Sam. You took a minute to grab the burner phone you had hidden in your boot to check the couple texts you had gotten while you were in custody as you listened to what Dean was able to figure out in the sheriff station.

Gemma -I am so excited about tomorrow night! Is everything going OK with Sam? How’s Jess?

Jax -Just checking in. Hope you’re having luck with your dad.

Jax -Happy just asked where you wanted the crow so he can draw it up tonight.

Jax -Hey… where are you, babe? I’m starting to worry.

“Dad’s not in Jericho.” Dean said. You ripped your eyes away from your phone to stare back at him as he told Sam about the coordinates. You rolled your eyes and bit your tongue as you sent a message to Jax.

-Hey baby. Sorry I disappeared- managed to get myself detained but I’m out. Dad’s not in Jericho so Dean’ll bring me home when we close this case. Sam is just about done with it. I should be home late tonight.Tell Happy across the front of my left shoulder by my collarbone. Love you!

You hit send at the same time Dean hung up the phone in a panic.

“We gotta go, now. Woman in white and she has Sam.” The two of you took off running toward the street to find a car.

“Where is she?” You asked as the two of you split up and started checking door handles.

“She’s buried behind her house. Here!” He said as he ripped open the door and you ran over to the car and got in.

“Hurry De.” You rushed as he hot-wired the car. It took him a hand full of tries before the car started. Your phone rang in your hand. You looked down and groaned as Dean pulled away from the curb. You did your best to keep the panic from your voice as you picked up Jax’s call. “Hey baby.”

“You have been gone less than 48 hours. What the fuck did you get arrested for?” He yelled. You glanced over at Dean who snorted with laughter and sighed.

“Technically I wasn’t arrested, I was…”

“I don’t want to hear technically, (Y/N). I want to know why my girlfriend was in handcuffs.” You took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

“Impersonating a U.S. Marshal and credit card fraud.”

“And a couple counts of murder.” Dean chipped in and you whipped around to glare at him as Jax growled in your ear.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Jax said and you shrugged.

“Well I got out of it and they didn’t even know my name so it’s fine, baby.”

“Finish whatever this shit is and get home tonight. You and I are gunna have a long talk about this family business of yours.” You opened your mouth to protest but Jax had already hung up the phone. Dean laughed as he raced down the highway and you looked at him.

“Shut up, Dean. This is your fault.” He looked over at you and shook his head.

“No way, Button. You could have stayed in the room with Sam.” You punched his shoulder and flopped back against the seat.

“This is why I got out. Let’s just get this shit done; I want to go home.” Dean glanced over at you.

“(Y/N), you are dating a guy in a biker gang. You are bound to have a run in with the cops there too.”

“That’s not the point, Dean. I never wanted to chase monsters. I left so I wouldn’t have to explain to the man I love that the reason I was arrested in Virginia was for grand theft auto and grave desecrations. And Arkansas where I was arrested for federal impersonation of an officer, kidnapping, bring a child that wasn’t mine over state lines, filing a false police report and grand theft auto because you and dad made me take that kid to his dad’s when his mom was bit by that werewolf.

I don’t want to have to be in a situation like today where I had to sit in an interrogation room for hours and have the mental debate on whether I needed to call Jax or Gemma to bail my ass out of jail on murder charges and then have to explain to them that I am not a murderer, I just kill things that no one believes exist for a living.”

“Yea, well we are Winchesters and that’s what we have to do. And those cases were all dropped and wiped from the system years ago.” You shook your head as Dean drove around the last bend to the old house.

“I’m half a Winchester, Dean and after tonight, I am out for good.” He looked over at you as he slid the car to a stop and the two of you jumped out of the stolen car to rescue Sam.

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The ride back to Charming was nearly silent after you caught Sam up on what happened and he figured out where John was. He told Dean that he, too was still out and Dean had been fuming the entire ride. As he pulled down the poorly lit the street to the SAMCRO compound, you could see Jax standing in the middle of the road, waiting.

“Call me after your interview, Sam.” You said as you grabbed the straps to your duffle. Sam kissed your cheek as you gave him a one armed hug over the seat. You paused and looked at Dean. “Dean, I love you but…”

“Yea. Don’t worry, I got it.” He snapped. With a sigh, you got out of the car and headed toward Jax. “Hey Button.” Dean called out and you turned around and looked at him over the hood of Baby. “Thanks for your help. I’m sorry.” You gave him a weak smile and nodded.

“I know De. Don’t be such a stranger anymore.” He nodded and gave you a half wave before getting back in the Impala and taking off down the street. You heard Jax sigh as he took your duffle and he pulled you into his chest.

“I can’t let you out of my sight for nothin’, can I babe?” he asked with a small laugh and you smiled as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Apparently, if left to my own devices I get arrested, so no.” He kissed your forehead and moved to your side. You smiled and leaned against him as the two of you headed into the club house. You said quick hello’s to the couple people that were still hanging out on a Sunday night before you headed to your room. The door had barely closed behind you before Jax sighed.

“Alright. What can you tell me?” You ran your hand through your hair as you toed your boots off and sighed.

“You’re gunna wanna sit down for this and I need you to listen with an open mind because what I’m about to tell you is going to seem like an absolute lie.” Jax nodded as he lit two cigarettes and the two of you sat down on the bed. You took a long drag to figure out where to start and with another sigh, you started from Mary and told him everything.

Jax didn’t say a single word the entire time you spoke but you shared everything. Every case you could think of, every arrest you had had. You spared no details. Just as you were finishing up, your phone rang. You ignored the first call but when it rang once more, you dug through your bag to find it. You only glanced at the screen for a moment before you answered Dean’s call.

“De, not a good ti…”

“Are you and Jax OK?” Dean shouted over you and you frowned.

“Yea, we’re still talking, why?”

“Whatever got mom, got Jess.” Your stomach dropped as you looked up at the man you loved. He mouthed ‘what’ and you held up a finger as you put the phone on speaker.

“Where are you? Where’s Sam? Is he…?”

“Sam’s… well I got Sam out of the house but he’s not doing good, (Y/N).” You felt tears sting the back of your eyes and you shook your head at the idea that you had just lost someone that had become a best friend.

“Dean, are you sure it’s the same thing?”

“Positive. I saw her on the ceiling, just like my mom was, before the apartment went up in flames.” You let out a choked sob and shook your head and Jax pulled you into his chest. “Look, salt the windows and doors, Sam and I are on our way back to you.”

“You can crash here for the night. The club has a couple empty rooms.” Jax offered.

“Didn’t realize I was on speaker but thanks man. Look, I don’t know what my sister has told you so far but whatever she tells you to do tonight, listen to her. We have been doing this our whole lives and she can save yours.” Dean said and you heard the door to the Impala slam in the background. “We are headed to you now.”

“De, drive safe and take care of Sammy.” You said. Dean hummed in response and hung up the phone without another word. It took you a moment to think before you scooted out of Jax’s safe embrace. “Well… welcome to the family. I hope you believed some of what I said.” Jax nodded as he brushed your tears away.

“It’s a little crazy but from the stories you just told me… they are too detailed to be just made up. I have some doubts but I believe you.” You nodded as he gave you a chaste kiss. You sat back a moment later and sighed.

“Alright, we need salt, a tire iron or two and a jug of water. I have a rosary in my dresser somewhere… Holy water.” You said, answering his questioning look. He nodded slowly as you got off the bed, a small river of tears still silently streaming down your cheeks.

You quickly gathered everything you would need to make your room safe from the spirit that had killed two people close to the Winchester family and you waited. As you waited, you laid in Jax’s arms; mourning Jess’ death before Sam arrived. Just before 2 am, Dean called and said they were outside. You pocketed your gun and headed out into the club to get your brothers. As you stepped outside, you took one look at Sam as he collected a few weapons from the trunk and your heart broke all over again.

You could see he was angry; mentally embarking on a warpath to avenge the woman he loved. But as he looked up at you, his hazel eyes showed you the true heartbreak and devastation he was feeling.

“Let me help.” You said softly as you took one of the guns from his arms. He froze as you touched his arm and the moment he looked at you, the dam broke.

“Jess…” He whispered as his tears began to fall. You tossed the gun you had back into the Impala and wrapped your brother in a hug.

“I know, Sammy. I know.”

“I should have protected her.” He choked as he pulled away and you shook your head as the Dean came around the back of the car and started grabbing the things he needed.

“Sam, there was nothing you could do.” He shrugged as he handed you a shot gun and you felt Jax put his hand on your hip.

“We gotta get this shit inside fast. If Clay or Unser find out about this it will be my head.” You nodded as Sam and Dean grabbed the last couple things and the four of you quickly darted into the empty clubhouse to Jax’s room. As the four of you headed into your room, you locked the door and toed the salt line back in place as Sam pulled out a map and dad’s journal and laid them out on your bed.

“So we know by the coordinates dad left that he is probably in Colorado.” Sam started as he sat on the floor by the bed and flipped through the leather bound book. You shook your head as Jax lit you a cigarette.

“Sammy, give it a night. You can start fresh…”

“No, (Y/N)!” he snapped. “Jess is dead and I’m gunna find dad and find this thing and end this.”

“Sam, we don’t even know if dad is really in Colorado.” Dean said as he flopped down in the desk chair. He glanced at you as you took a drag of your smoke and cocked his eyebrow. “And if we did know, he would kill you if he found you smoking again.” You rolled your eyes and sat down in the middle of your bed.

“Go parent someone else, bro; I’m a big girl. But he’s right Sam. You don’t know that dad is even in Colorado.”

“Yea, well we leave first thing in the morning.” Sam said as he folded up the map. He reached out and grabbed your cigarette and took a drag before handing it back to you and Dean groaned.

“Man, not you too.” You and Jax laughed as he sat down on the bed next to you.

“Well count me out. I got work in the morning and unbreakable plans tomorrow night. What about your interview, Sam?”

“Screw my interview. My future went up in flames tonight so I’m gunna focus on stopping this thing.”

“What’s so important tomorrow night you can’t come with us and help?” Dean asked. You rolled your eyes as you took another drag of your cigarette.

“None of your fucking business, that’s what. I told you I am not hunting anymore. This whole night just goes to show that all we are doing is putting a bigger target on our backs than the Winchester name already has given us. Whatever IT is attacked Sam because dad must be pissing it off where ever the hell he is and I am not putting myself or the man I love in danger to avenge Jess. I’m going to do what normal people do and mourn our loss.”

“(Y/N), you can’t be serious.” Dean said and Sam looked at you stunned.

“She was your best friend!” He shouted and you nodded as you exhaled smoke toward the flag above you.

“I know she was but I didn’t want that life. I was forced into it just because my mom was a piece of shit who got knocked up by John Winchester. I have always felt like the outsider and you both know that. I could have lived a normal, happy life but instead, I got dropped off with dad, got raised by my two brothers and Bobby and when I was a child and told you I was scared of the boogyman, I should have been comforted not traumatized with the truth. I was raised to hunt monsters instead of learning about make-up and clothing like most girls.”

“We did the best we could!” Dean said and you nodded.

“I’m not saying you didn’t Dean. What I am saying is that I am out; O.U.T. out of that life. I have people I care about here in Charming, a man I love with all of my heart and woman who is the mother I have never had. I have a great job, and the same roof over my head every night and the white picket fence apple pie life I always dreamed about. I am not throwing that away nor am I doing anything to further jeopardize it because I may be a Winchester by blood but I don’t think that I will be a Winchester by name very much longer after tomorrow.” The second the words left your lips, you flushed red and slapped your hand over your mouth. Sam and Dean both looked at you shocked as you turned back and looked at Jax’s smiling face.

“Hey, you said it, not me.” He said and you couldn’t help but smile as you reached across him to put your cigarette out in the ashtray.

“Are you getting married tomorrow?” Sam asked. You sighed as you turned back around and leaned back against the wall.

“No. I’m… well… I’m getting his crow.” Your brothers looked at each other confused as Jax put his arm around your waist and pulled you to his side.

“What the fuck does that mean.” Dean demanded as he sat up a little straighter. You put your hand on Jax’s knee and tilted your head to the side.

“Basically… I’m getting a tattoo of a crow. Pre-engagement, engagement kinda thing.”

“Over my dead body!” Dean roared as he lurched up from the chair. You tightened your hand around Jax’s knee to keep him sitting as you pointed at your older brother.

“Sit your ass down, Dean. Do not cause a scene in my home, do you understand me?”

“(Y/N), he’s branding you!” He said as he sat back down in the chair and you gave him a half mouth smirk as Jax’s words flooded your mind.

“They aren’t barbarians, Dean. It’s a tattoo not a brand and I am CHOOSING to get it.”

“Dad is going to have a field day.” Sam said. You turned to look at your other brother and shrugged.

“Well I guess it is a good thing for me that dad is missing then. If he were here, he could throw in his two cents but he isn’t. And he told me that if I left to not come back so there’s another thing to solidify my decision to not go hunting anymore.”

“Does family mean nothing to you?” Dean asked. You looked up at him as tears you weren’t expecting stung the back of your eyes.

“How dare you. Family means everything to me but family doesn’t put each other in danger on purpose. And you seem to have forgotten the fact that you and dad turned your backs on me for the whole last year, Dean so you tell me what fucking family means to you. Cause from where I’m sittin’, my family is a bunch of biker mechanics and Sam.” No one said a word for a couple minutes as tears silently fell down your cheeks. You heard someone cough faintly in another room down the hall and you forced yourself to look away from your oldest brother to glance at the clock. You internally groaned at the unbelievably late hour and you looked back at Dean.

“Look, we have all had a really, really long day but I have to rip apart a truck in three hours to replace an engine and a transmission and I need sleep for all that. There is a room across the hall that is empty so you two can sleep for a couple hours. Just come find me in the shop before you leave. Night boys.” Without another word, you got up and walked past Sam into the bathroom to take a quick shower. As you stepped under the hot water, Jax joined you with a sad smile.

“You OK, babe?” He asked as he got into the shower. You shrugged and leaned against his chest.

“Part of me feels like a bad person for not going with them but the other part…”

“Just told them to fuck off.” He finished with a chuckle. He kissed your forehead and wrapped his arms around you. “Babe, you said it yourself. Dean and your dad turned their back on you when you made the choice to walk away to better yourself and your life. You are doing what is best for you. You can’t let them dictate what is best for you anymore.”

“I know…” you sighed as you looked up at the love of your life. “the situation still sucks though.” He nodded and shrugged.

“And I wish there was something I could do to make it better.” You smiled at him as you moved your arms around his neck.

“Give me a kiss and take me to bed.” He smiled and effortlessly lifted you off the floor before turning off the water.

“That I can do.”

Part 4

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Hey There Delilah (Part 3)

Cody Rhodes x Fem OC!Reader

(Delilah Jones)

Storyline: Delilah was born and raised by the beach in L.A and grew up in a home where her parents expected her to go to Harvard & become a well known woman who marry’s a man who is a lawyer after high school. But that’s not what she wanted, She always wanted to own a boutique/flower shop & she did, once her parents discovered she wouldn’t attend college they left her to fend for herself but allowed her little sister Kinsley to visit or sleep over whenever, Her little sister always had an eye for WWE but Delilah never understood why but little did either of them know one of Delilah’s customers would become well acquainted. (Creds to @alyyaanna for helping me w the storyline)

Contents: Toxic parents, Angst, Fluff, Smut in later chapters, Based in May 2023, Alcohol, Violence, Corruption Kink, Size Kink, ETC.

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So far the summer had been going well, Cody introduced the sisters to his well known backstage friends like Jey, Roman, Rhea, Randy & Seth, They would all often come by the store on their own times or all as a group to visit the girls whenever they had time. Rhea was super close with Delilah and even discussed with Cody that she was to kind for her own good especially when it came to mean people.

Today was a very special day because He was leaving tomorrow to spend the week of summer slam in Arizona so he wanted to have a little Cody & Delilah day together, yesterday he spend the day at a water park with her little sister & now it was time for his attention to be with Delilah, He had Rhea & Jey watch over Kinsley for the day while he was with Lilah, she was so over the moon & excited! The held onto his hand giggling about her excitement while they drove around Santa Monica together, & then Cody parked somewhere “C’mon sweetheart let’s switch your gonna learn how to drive.”

Her face dropped a little “Cody I dunno how to drive” he nodded and got out waiting for her to leave the passengers side “I know baby, That’s why i’m teaching you.” She nodded nervously and got out switching over to the drivers side while he had her start off slow, he followed the car for a bit while she would accidentally slam on the breaks “Baby your not even anywhere near something to be breaking yet just keep going.” She nodded & started driving but she ended up speeding up “Wai- Slow down ba- okay..” he stood with his hands on his hips while she breaked but bumped into a light pole just a smidgen.

“How about I just keep driving, How’s that sound angel?” She smiled and threw a thumbs up out the window & got up scampering back over to the passengers side, in which he did take over, They went to go get ice cream but she insisted they shared whatever in his choice since she felt bad he was trying to pay for her cone. They walked around & took turns finishing the sweet treat before he cleared his throat “If there’s an emergency you know who too call right? Seth & Jey are gonna be here instead of summer slam so if anything were to happen you call them & then you call me alright?”

She frowned nodding her head before tearing up a little bit which made him stop “Oh princess I promise it won’t be that long, I’ll be back faster than you know it.” She pouted and flopped her hair on his arm “Cody I don’t want you to go I’ll be so bored when you’re gone.” He chuckled and hugged her tight while kissing her head “Sweetheart I promise every night we’ll call and talk about our days okay?” She sniffled nodding her head while he made her look up at him “It’ll be alright pretty girl, I promise I’ll be back and you can have all of my attention for as long as you need.” She smiled especially when he gave her a kiss & rubbed her back assuringly before spending the day together before his exit into Arizona..

And then he finally left, it had been going smoothly for the first 3 days until 1 specific night, Delilah was shutting down the store after waiting all day for him to text her back, for the last 2 days he had been slacking on texts or calls which caused her to already distance herself a little bit since she assumed she had annoyed him or upset him in someway, so she would distract herself by cleaning up the store & emptying the register while her little sister was already asleep upstairs, Usually Delilah would look on her phone for latest updates on pop culture in general until she saw one specific article where the headliner began with “Cody Rhodes & Nikki Bella rumored to be dating?!” And the poor things heart dropped, Usually at this time Cody would be FaceTiming her and that he did which made her panic more.

Lilah’s heart hurt a lot, she had become way too attached to Cody & ended up feeling a little foolish after seeing the headliner. She didn’t know what to do in this situation so she went completely radio silent, She shoved the phone in her pocket and let it buzz while she made her way upstairs to go to bed, for the next few days Cody would be trying to get ahold of her but he would never get a response which left him in confusion, this gave him more of a reason to stop by the shop when he came back, Jey & Seth would keep him updated as they reported to him that the little angel would seem down in the dumps and would only keep the shop open for half a day which was never ever like her.

Meanwhile Lilah would be a sobbing mess, She cried her little heart out but still kept her kindess towards others feelings first before hers, she would stuff her head in a pilow & whimper about it and just feel utterly awful for becoming so attached to a person she shouldn’t have, She didn’t know exactly when he was coming back but she assumed soon, Today she was in the back planting a few flowers distracting her mind while Kinsley sat in-front of the register coloring & doodling but suddenly the door chimed, “Hey Kins, I haven’t heard from your sister for a bit have you seen her?” The little girl scoffed while Lilah listened in with an intrigued ear “Delilah’s very busy, maybe youu! Can turn around & Leave!” Kinsley glared and threw her star dust figurine at his head, He furrowed his brows at the sudden sass “Well aren’t you just a little ball of joy huh? I’ll be back tomorrow.” He addressed before leaving while Delilah peeked her head out of the backroom “Kins that was a bit mean don’t you think?” She shook her head & continued drawing.

The next day Delilah was standing in the boutique area picking out certain laces for s new dress to make while Kinsley was in her usual spot, Cody saw them from outside of the window & rushed inside “Jesus christ Delilah I was worried sick why haven’t you been answering your phone?” She turned around startled as if she was a deer in head lights “I- Store! I really have to get something from the store!” Kinsley glared at Cody while he crossed his arms “Sweetheart if you’re gonna lie at least make it sound believable.” He grabbed her hand and dragged her off to the back “Now why in the world are you not answering my texts baby? It’s almost as if you’re avoiding me.” She had no idea what to do as she never knew how to properly communicate so as to be expected she was overwhelmed and stumbled on words he couldn’t even make out until he squeezed her hand a bit

“Angel you need to breathe before you give yourself a migraine.” He warned softly and practiced his breaths with her until she randomly started tearing up “Nikki- you! Girlfriend! You have a girlfriend!” She cried out which made him frown a bit but immediately stopped when she made her self start to cry and pick at the ends of her hair “Oh baby no, no, no no” he wrapped her in his arms “While some of it is infact true most of it isn’t, we had a moment for 1 single night and that was it, me & her aren’t dating or anything it was just some dumb hookup, I felt horrible despite us not being together I only want you Lilah, Your the only girl I could ever want in my life.” He assured her "I’m sorry you had to read that baby, you didn’t need to find out in that way" she whimpered nodding her little head while he chuckled "You okay Angel?"

she sniffled rubbing her eyes that were already red from her constant daily sobbing "S-So i'm not annoying?” He shook his head cupping her face “oh baby no, never, you’ll never annoy me angel.” He frowned wiping off her face with his thumb “Baby if you’re upset about something you can’t just shut down & store it all in, you absolutely need to say something.” She nodded very meekly before curling into him “I know ‘m sorry” she mumbled but he gripped her face “I don’t want you apologizing to me one bit baby.” She nodded before pulling away while he cleaned up her face “Let’s just hope your little sister becomes my #1 Hater yeah?” She smiled softly and held onto his hands “and you need to start voicing out and using your big girl words kapeche?”

Sh sniffled nodding her head “Kapeche.” she smiled softly & held onto him while he started to sway them side to side to help calm her down, hopefully this would help her realize she’s the only one that could have his entire heart.

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