#im so glad they put one on the big swig

[gravegoer]

DAMN!, YOUR WORKS ARE JUST *CHEFF KISS* 💞💖💖

We love our girl sevika ! Can we maybe get an scenario where her oblivious and caring reader gets hurt at the bar by some creep and they start crying.

I need a big strong woman to defend me 😩💓

Princess ☾⋆

thank you !! im glad you guys like my oblivious reader !! so here's some of sevika coming to your defense <333 [WARNING: VIOLENCE]

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You and Sevika took a trip to the last drop, sitting by her side while she played a game of poker. Her mechanical arm was slung around your shoulders, and in her other hand, she held a few cards along with her cigarillo between her middle and pointer finger.

She had a good hand, chuckling to herself as the man across from her ultimately gave up, throwing his cards on the table. When she laughed, you could see the smoke waft out of her nose. You watched as she threw her own cards down, now bringing up her cigarillo to her lips to take a drag. She flicked some ash to the side and stubbed it out on a very worn ash tray.

The man who was obviously irritated cursed at Sevika, "I ain't givin' you no fuckin' money. Shit is rigged."

He crossed his arms almost like a child who got told off for staying up too late. Sevika groaned in displeasure at the mans words, "I am not in the mood for this."

"Neither am I lady!"

Sevikas lip twitched in annoyance before turning to you who was still tucked under her arm, "Why don't you go grab us a drink princess," She spoke to you, trying to lessen the frustration in her voice.

Her calloused hand rubbed at your knee before pulling her opposite arm away from your shoulders. You looked at her with concern in your eyes, and she motioned with a tilt of her head towards the bar. On that note, you got up, brushing swiftly past the man across from her to get to the bar counter across the room.

You could hear the mans booming voice yell something else at Sevika and the unmistakable sound of Sevika's mechanical arm hitting the table with a loud bang. The rest of their argument faded into the distance as you walked up to the bar. "Hey, can I get two whiskey sour's?" You hollered at the bartender.

He gave a nod of understanding before turning around to whip up your drinks. You didn't even bother to take out any coins, as you knew it was going on Sevika's tab.

A lanky but somewhat toned man sat down beside you. He was wearing a sleeveless vest paired with some black jeans. "You here all by yourself gorgeous?" He questioned in a sultry tone.

You shivered at his words. Usually, when people came up to you, they were less.. forward. Before you could respond, two drinks were slammed down on the table in front of you before the bartender walked away to tend to another customer.

"Aw, and you got a drink for me. How thoughtful," The mans rank breath hit your face, and you scowled when he picked up one of the drinks before taking a swig.

"No... I'm here with someone, sorry—" Your statement fell short as the man scooted his stool closer to yours.

He leaned into your face, the stench of alcohol invaded your nose. Cringing, you moved, upper back hitting the back of the stool. You could see his eyes inspecting the curves of your face, trailing down to your lips, then lower.

You put your hands on his shoulders in retaliation, "Please, im trying to get back to–"

His clammy hands gripped your legs, now smirking down at you. He trailed his fingertips up your thighs before you jumped up out of your seat, pushing him away from you.

He huffed as you stumbled back, almost tripping on the leg of your stool. You didn't say anything as you stepped away from him. When you turned to Sevikas table, you felt his hand on your wrist. Fuck. She wasn't sitting at the table anymore. A wave of panic washed over you. A small tear rolled down your face.

But before he could pull you backwards a large figure swiftly ran up beside you and a loud thwack was heard behind your head. The thwack of a fist colliding with flesh.

You squeezed your eyes shut, pulling your now free hand to your chest. Hearing a familiar mechanical whirr from your side, you opened your eyes to look at Sevika's large form towering over the man. The veins in her neck were popping, her jaw clenched. Her fist had connected straight into the mans jaw.

His body was slumped over the bar, knocking the two drinks over. His nose was busted and bleeding. Eyes widening in recognition he couldn't do anything in retaliation as she was basically pinning him to the bar.

The steel grey of her eyes were filled with anger, she delivered another punch to the mans face. Being careful of you, she grabbed him by the collar with her human hand and a long blade slid out from her prosthetic. "What the fuck is wrong with you," Her usually smoky voice was heavy.

The blade prodded at his neck.

A shrill cry came from the man as she dropped him onto the ground near your feet. She stomped on his back while he was down, shoe digging into his back. You could hear a bone crunch under Sevika's foot. You flinched at this but you moved forward to push her off of the man. "Sevika that's enough," You spoke, panicked.

She growled and whipped her head around to you, you could hear the blade slide back into her arm as she gently (kind of) grabbed your shoulder, "Are you okay?"

Her eyes softened at the tear streak on your face. When she stepped towards you, the clink of coins was heard from the pouch on her belt. She got the money. Before the situation could escalate further, you pulled her to the double doors of the bar. "Crazy bitch!" The man yelled, his voice strained from the pain.

You could feel the resistance when you pulled her out of the establishment. She didn't want to leave. Cool air hitting your face as you opened the door. You stepped to the side and turned to her.

"Should have let me kill him," She quipped.

You couldn't tell if that was a joke or not. "No, im okay," you said, looking down at your shoes.

She pulled your face up with two fingers so she could look at your face. Gently touching your face with her mechanical hand (the one she almost killed that creep with), she frowned. "I shouldn't have made you leave."

You could see the small beads of sweat dripping down her forehead and the veins in her arm. The swell of her bicep flexed whilst she held your face.

"No, it's okay. It's his fault, not yours," You attempted to calm the woman down.

She shook her head and pulled her hand away to sweep it through her hair, her bloodied knuckles contrasted on her skin. "Lets go home, ill make it up to you."

She slung her mechanical arm over your shoulder, the way she did at the bar. But her poncho that covered her arm draped around your shoulders, shielding you from the frosty air.

Leaning into her touch, you hummed, liking the sound of home.

this one is a little shorter than my usual ! but i hope you liked it anyway all feeback is appreciated !! and asks are always open, if i havent gotten to yours yet dw im making my way up !

[jinkiezzsstuff]

I absolutely loved the Emily and Charlie ideas you wrote so I was hoping to request another Charlie x male reader with some smut (but not the main focus). Idea being everyone going out for an evening with Charlie staying at the hotel to work, secretly wanting some company but telling everyone to have fun anyway. Reader didn't go out and found her later in the evening (maybe can tell how she's feeling) so offers some company/someone to cuddle. The main smut I'd like to include would be her leaving some scratch or kiss marks and her being quite touchy/hands on.

I’m so glad you enjoyed the others teehee i tried my best with this so i hope you enjoy it but im not too happy with how it turned out tbh, idk why, i guess it could be because i didn’t feel like during the smut scenes i did charlie justice, lmk what you think.

Charlie x male!reader

After Party

warnings: creampie, biting, scratching, kinda rushed smut, angsty charlie, possibly ooc charlie but i can’t tell, charlie n vaggie are friends, im not sure if there’s anything else, oh swearing, NOT PROOFREAD beware of errors.

word count: 2K

Charlie was tired. Between her father disbelieving in her, Alastor picking a fight with him, the failed meeting with Adam, and finding out Vaggie was an angel? She was over and exhausted. She tried to keep up her mood but she just couldn’t stop the spiralling thought process of handling everything on her own. It seemed like every step forward she had to take four steps back, nobody believed or respected her.

“Cmon, we needa little par-tay.” Angel whined pushing himself over the back of the couch dramatically. Charlie hummed, barely listening as the crowd of sinners lingered in the little living room-like area. “We don’t need anymore fuckin parties, spider.” Husk muttered before taking a big swig of his drink. “I don’t know, I think a little bit of recreational activity could really brighten the spirits!” Alastor exclaimed, and as much as Charlie would like to join the fun, if she didn’t finish up the work she had she knew it would only stress her out further, but she knew the others worked hard too and deserved a little treat.

Reaching into her pocket she pulled out some cash and beckoned over Alastor. “Here, why don’t you take everyone out to relax?” She said softly, despite her desire for company and hope that one of the few would stay back to assist. “Aren’tcha comin’ toots?” Angel who jumped up the moment Charlie pulled out money asked, putting one of his hands on her shoulder. “Oh no, i’ve got sooo much to do here, you guys go on without me! Bond a little!” She smiled as brightly as she could, although anyone with a keen eye could tell it was forced. In the back of her mind she was hoping for more punch back, more of her friends to beg her to come out with them, but instead they shrugged her off and left rather quickly.

Sighing Charlie rung her hands together and walked up the stairs slowly, vacant and alone, the hotel now seemed so eerie. She made her way to an office one that had been used by the whole team she had, so herself, Vaggie and Alastor. She plopped herself lazily on the ripped leather office chair, air slowly escaping the cheap foam as she did. Charlie couldn’t help the bitter feelings stirring around in her; she was always happy to help her friends and wanted them to have fun and relax, she just wished maybe they cared a little more about her? It was a confusing sensation, she knew Vaggie cared, but at times she felt more like a personal body guard rather than friend, and Alastor, she knew deep down, didn’t actually care.

Opening her phone she decided to try and ease her mind before sorting out the paperwork she had piling, unfortunately the universe wasn’t kind to her. Opening Sinstagram the first sight she was greeted with was Angels varying posts and stories which included all the crew members piled into a booth enjoying their drink of choice. It made a scorned yucky feeling of jealousy tangle within her stomach. Groaning she pulled open a drawer and stuck her phone in it, slamming it shut after. “It’s better to just work.” The princess mumble pulling the first stack of papers near her; the billing’s for their failed comercial.

After an hour of word Charlie sat back in her seat and messaged her sore neck. Pulling her phone from the drawer she checked the time. 23:48. Having no idea when the others would get back, she shuffled from the office to the second story balcony for some air. “Oh sorry I didn’t know you were here!” Charlie exclaimed, seeing you leant over the balcony railing. Looking over your shoulder you gave the little devil a warm smile. “You can join.” You say beckoning her forward, with a sigh and a forced smile Charlie came up alongside you, mimicking your stance. “What’re you still doing here?” Charlie questioned eyeing you from her peripheral. Your brow quirked and your face turned to confusion, with a quick hum you replied. “Just relaxing..?” The statement came out uncertain and wobbly, but you weren’t quite sure what she meant.

“No, i mean why didn’t you go out with the others?” Your head tilted back as you let out an ‘ah’, now understanding what she meant. “I just, well, this is the only time i get free yknow, always gotta be doing something so it’s nice to be alone, but i also want to have fun with them, but that drains me yknow?” Charlie quickly nodded her head at that completely understanding where you were coming from. “Yeah i know what you mean. I wish somebody stayed back with me.” Nudging yourself lightly into her, she met your eyes with curiosity floating in her own. “Well I stayed back, why don’t we relax together?” You suggest warmly, smiling fondly down at her. Charlie momentarily stuttered, blushing at the way her mind wandered to naughty places.

“Ahem, uh, sure! Yes! Let’s do that!” The princess fumbled, pushing herself away from your hold. You could tell she was flustered as she walked off leading you to whatever part of the hotel she’d choose to relax in, you felt a little voice in the back of your head egging you on to tease her, and who were you to deny your great mind. “Alrighty this it my room! Uhhh, why don’t we watch a movie or something..?” Charlie trailed off leading you into her bedroom.

You took a quick look around enjoying the aesthetic her room held. Charlie kicked her shoes off and pulled her jacket from her shoulders. “You can lounge on the bed if you want, i totally don’t mind!” You grinned and got onto the bed, watching as she frantically ran around “Calm down hun, you look real stressed.” You urged her frantic pacing causing loose hairs to tangle and fly out from her ponytail. “Ugh, i know!” Sighing she finally plopped on the bed beside you and laid back hands folded on her stomach and eyes closed. Leaning over slightly to look down on her, you observed her somewhat relaxed face as you watched her slow her breathing down. Assumably trying to cease the slow crawling panic that was clawing at her. “It may be a little forward but I heard compression and hugs can help stress, you wanna cuddle or some shit?” Your voice came out slightly tight a little unsure of how to go about the request. Charlie’s eyes fluttered opened and blinked toward you, after a moment of silent contemplation Charlie sighed happily opening her arms. With a huff and a smile you scooted down, wrapping your arms around her while laying beside her.

She scooted up into your side, her right hand sliding up your chest and around your shoulder. It sent shivers down your spine, and blood straight to your dick, embarrassingly so. Ignoring the sensation, your hand gently traced shapes into Charlie’s side where your arm was placed. Charlie’s head slowly lifted and shifted from the bed to your chest, tucking herself under your chin. Her hair tickled at your nose and chin, you could smell her shampoo and the perfume she’d used. You tightened your grip subtly, enjoying the warmth she let off, and with a hum she swung one of her legs over your hips, twisting her body entirely against you.

You took a deep breath attempting to calm your heart and the tightening sensation in your pants. Like the devil spawn she is, Charlie began tracing your chest, flattening her palm against your chest and trailing down from your neck, to the hem of your jeans, and back up to your neck again. Taking a deep breath you brought your hand up to you with her hair in attempts to distract you.

“Thanks for this.” She mumbled nuzzling her face further into your chest. You hummed eyes lazily dancing around shapes your eyes made up on the canopy above. “Any time.” You replied after a moment. The two of you laid there silently, softly the two of you let your hands drift across eachother innocently. It wasn’t until charlie’s hand ducted under your shirt to touch your bare chest that the air in the room got thick and heated. Breath hitching you zeroed in on her claws softly scratching down your chest. “Charlie,” You warned as her claw nicked the waistband of your jeans. Charlie knew good and well what she was doing, could you blame her? You’ve always been so attentive to her feelings and emotional state, the first to check on her after a stressful situation and give her the best advice you could.

With sudden need shooting through Charlie she straddled your waist bracing herself against your chest. Your hands reflexively went to her hips, eyes shooting up to meet her own attempting to figure out what the hell she was doing. She traced her claws down your tshirt covered chest, and when she made it to the bottom her hands wiggled underneath the fabric to paw at your warm skin. As she did you traced circles on her hips, and quirked a questioning brow at her. “Whatcha up to princess?” Charlie smiled shyly, trying to hide her face in her shoulder. “I just want to repay you for your kindness towards me.”

Your face twisted with worry, abruptly you sat up, making her gasp and tucked your hands behind her back to keep her from falling. “I don’t want you to feel like you owe me,” You quickly say, however Charlie pushed you back down, shushing you as she did. “It’s more then just that, i think you know they though. Let’s relax, desttress.” With that being said, you tossed aside your tshirt while Charlie eagerly undid your pants, hands shaking as she did. Your hands decided not to diddly saddle and undo her pants simultaneously, needing to feel her speedily.

You were already achingly hard, precum dripping down your shaft as Charlie shakily gripped you giving your head a soft squeeze. Pulling her hand away Charlie kicked off the pants that clung underneath her knees, and readied herself against you. You hummed out in pleasure relaxing into the mattress as she sunk down onto you, above you Charlie whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut, clenching onto every vein and ridge. It was delectable, she couldn’t understand why she’d never gone for this before. Bottoming out, Charlie’s legs shook, her body would involuntarily convulse every now and again as she attempted to adjust to the size of you. Falling forward unable to keep herself up she sunk her nails into your chest making you groan deeply, bucking your hips up into hers.

Nuzzling herself into your neck as you took the reigns, thrusting up into her at a steady pace, she began to leave teeth marks and hickies along your neck, desperate moans broken out between nips and bites. Your arms encased her pulling her near as you roughly fucked up into her at a brutal pace, her juices dripping down you. Erotic, loud slapping noises were all that you could hear in the room accompanied by Charlie’s whimpers and please. “Fuckkk, yknow how long i’ve waited for this? They don’t know what their missing not staying around someone like you.” You say splaying your fingers through her hair as you do, at this point Charlie’s body laid limp atop your own, your knees up and angled to continue your rapid pace.

“Please,” Charlie begged clenching tightly around you, you huffed out a moan that you attempted to cover and slid your hands down to squeeze her ass. Groaning loudly, you pushed her over, still inside you hovered over her, pulling her legs up over your shoulders to gain new access. With this angle you were able to hit different areas making Charlie squeal. “Oh fuck Charlie,” You groaned as your balls slapped against her ass, finally you felt the band snapping and slowly you filled her with cum, pumping all of what you had inside her. Charlie cried out clenching, and convulsing against you. She tried to inch away screaming your name loudly as she road out her high against you. When the two of you had finished, catching your breaths, you laid beside her, pulling her into your chest.

She rolled her head from one side to face you, her eyes glazed over barely seeming like she was there. “Didja mean what you said about wanting this for so long?” You nodded at her, the softness in her voice was music to your ears and made goosebumps crawl against your skin. “Yeah, since i got here, you’ve had my eye.” Humming softly the princess said nothing, but buried her head in your chest.

[harrysrealgf]

Too good

harry x reader

Warnings:, fwb, mentions of smut, fluff, angst

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Harry was bipolar, but he wasn’t stupid.

You love harry. He’s your bestfriend of course your gonna love him.. but you think his ego is way too big and he’s too narcissistic. Everything started strictly platonic (as all friendships are) but one day he found a way to get into your pants. You always wanted to stop because you started developing feelings but damn his dick is good. He feels the same about youBut you guys can’t stay away from each other, and every time you hook up with him… it’s guaranteed it’s going to happen again.

It’s been too long since you guys have gotten down and dirty and he wants to change that. So he throws a party knowing you can’t resist them.

“Please Carrie. I know parties aren’t your thing but I never miss a party-“

“Fine. But I’m only going for Zayn.” You smiled

God you couldn’t stand Zayn. Harrys best friend. You didn’t understand why your best friend, Carrie, liked Zayn so much when all he did was play with her feelings. You were just glad harry never played with your feelings.

You guys did your makeup simple and got dressed and left.

“Thank you for coming to this party with me…” you smile

“You’re welcome.”

You guys walk in and see a lot of familiar faces from class. Did they invite the whole college?

“Help me find Zayn.” You dreaded that. Because no matter how much you love parties, everywhere Zayn was, Harry was. Except for this time. She dragged you and you had no choice but to follow.

“He’s over there.” You face palm mentally, pointing im the front of her.

Harry saw you pointing and when he saw you his eyes lit up. He gave someone his drink but he had another in his hand, and started to walk toward you.

“Well hello. Didn’t expect to see you here pretty girl.” He smirked and handed you a drink.

“Is it okay I’m here?” You look to him. He nods.

“Course it is. Love having my girl at my party.” He caressed your cheek.

“Wow… while you guys flirt im gonna go find Zayn.” Carrie giggles walking off. Lucky for her, Zayn was right behind him.

“Harry i dunno what kinda sick joke you think I am, but I am not your girl.” You scoffed and slapped his hand away.

“Y’could be.” He smirked. You have him a look. “Im kidding! God where is your sense of humor.” He hits your chest playfully.

“You just want a fuck, and I'm the closest you can get for some reason.“ you took a drink of whatever was in the cup, which you assumed was vodka.

“Nuh-uh.” He gave a duh look.

“Whatever Harry, we're not doing anything tonight.” You stated.

“Keep denying hon… but we know who’s dick you come back to every time…” you hit his chest as he points at himself and mouths “me” silently.

“Harry stop. We’re not talking about this here.”

“Why? Is your future boyfriend in the room?” He asks not really as a question tho.

“Maybe.” Hinting it could be Harry.

“Your no fun. Wish you’d just let me take you out and be my good girl. And I’d even be your boy.” He teases.

“Not my good boy?” You tease back.

“We’ll see tonight.” He winks.

“If I stay long enough.” You scoff at his remark.

“Is that a promise?” You shrug and take a swig of the drink again.

“Wish you’d let me kiss you.” He continues.

“Who said i wouldn’t?” You look up at him.

“Your whole speech and that whole ‘argument’” you gave him a look and he retorts “but y’know… May I?”

You nod slowly. “You may.”

He looks shocked. What happened in the air that suddenly changed your mind? He wasn’t complaining tho

“Okay..” he mumbled where you could barely hear him, he leaned down and kissed you. You kissed him back and y'all melted into each other.

He pulls away and looks into your eyes. You were a pretty tipsy since you're a lightweight.

“You're so pretty.” he gazes.

“Stop Harry,” she says playfully, blushing.

“No m’serious.” he smiles. “Think m’in love with you.” he doesn't look away from you.

“W-what?” you stammer.

“You're so pretty, inside and out. You're not afraid to put me in my place... I care about you a lot y/n. And I really like you.” he smiles widely.

“Yeah say that to me when you're sober.” you take another sip and he takes the drink away from you.

“I am sober, you are not,” he observes. “Let me take you up to my room, yeah?”

“Yeah, okay.” you agree.

You guys reach his room hoping there's no one in here fucking, and thankfully there wasn't.

“Y/n honey, I was being serious by the way,” he says as he lays you on his bed. “You're the most amazing girl I've ever met, and it might've taken me a little bit of alcohol to admit that...” he pauses and looks at you. “I think I want to start something with you, and I get if you just want to stay fucking but..” he ran his fingers through his hair. “Fuck, it's like you put a spell on me.” He sighs. And gets into bed with you

“I like you too H.” She blushes.

He smiles. His face suddenly changes though. “So why did you always deny when I hinted at dating you?”

“Oh.” you stop. “Um, I dunno. I guess I just thought you were just flirty. Didn't realize you were being serious.” you shrug.

“I don't think you realize how pretty you look,” he mumbled as he reached for your lips.

He kissed you again, this time much more passionately. You pull away

“I'm really tired Harry,” you admit cuddling into his chest.

“Go to sleep then. I'm right here.” he blushes caressing your hair.

“I can't. I need to get back to my dorm.”$Luckily y'all were in the same building.

“Okay, but lemme walk you.” You nod in agreement.

You guys walked out of his room and walked to yours, you were one floor down.

You made it to your dorm, “thank you Harry. For everything.” You smiled

“It’s really no problem. I would do anything for you.” He admits. You lean into him and you kiss him back deeply.

“Goodnight.” He said pulling away.

You smiled as he turned around and walked away.

Next day you texted him

Goodmorninggg. Hope you slept well, bc I did!

No response.

4 hours later, no response.

You thought he was sleeping so you left it at that.

But another 4 more hours passed.

“What the fuck.”, you whisper to yourself seeing that he read it.

He left you on read.

Harry. The guy who admitted he liked you last night, couldn’t even text you back.

Next day during class he walks in late.

The only empty seat was the one next to you, so he was sat there.

You rolled your eyes.

“What’s your problem?” He asks rudely

“Excuse me?” You look offended.

“What do I need to dumb it down for you?” He snapped.

“What the hell?” You whisper.

“What the hell,” he mocks. “Jesus fucking Christ.” He rolls his eyes and looks away.

“What the fuck is your problem?” You stand up. Everyone was being loud so they didn’t really notice you.

“Just shut the hell up Y/n. Nobody wants you here right now.” He rolls his eyes going on his phone.

“Didn’t you tell me you liked me like two nights ago?! Now you wanna talk shit? What the fuck H.” You sat back down with a disappointed sad look on your face.

His skin goes pale as he looks at you and he sits up and goes to sit by another girl, Gabby. There was no empty seats so he sat on the counter by the window.

After class you walk out last thanking your professor for letting you get extra credit on todays free day. When you walk out of class you see a familiar face waiting by your locker. Harry.

“God cant you just leave me alone?!” You pushed him to the side and started doing your locker combination. Harry had memorized your combination, never to get into your locker or anything, but just to make sure you never forgot it.

“I didn’t mean what I said.” He mumbles.

“Yeah well it’s kinda too late for that.” You whisper something else under your breath.

“What was that?”

“I said you can’t even text me back Harry. I thought we had something but clearly I read signs wrong- somehow.” You pause. “You said you liked me Harry.” You murmur and then continue, “And you know how my past relationships have been and I’m not putting up with this stuff anymore.”

“I’m sorry y/n. I know I shouldn’t have said all that.” He says

“Which part? The part where you told me you liked me or…” you exaggerate the ‘R’

“No! Fuck y/n. I do like you!” You rolled your eyes and closed your locker grabbing the throngs you needed.

“Whatever Harry. All this is not worth my time right now, so.. bye.” You walk away. He still chases after you tho.

“Y/n, can we please talk? Let me explain myself.” You pull him into the empty library.

“You have five minutes.” He looks at you shocked. “Cmon Harry times ticking.” You retort.

“Look.. I’m sorry for everything I said to you… I regretted it as soon as I moved seats,” you interrupted him to add, “to sit next to gabby.”

“Yeah whatever I just wanted to make you jealous,” he scoffed. “I was scared what you said was all bullshit because you were drunk and just wanted attention or something-“

“You really think I’d go that low to lie about my feeling towards you?!” You scoff. “That proves the person you are Harry.”

“You were drunk! How would i know?” He defends.

“Fair.”you murmur.

“I shouldn’t have been so rude I know, but you looked really pretty today and I just assumed you didn’t want anything to do with me and that night was a mistake- I don’t know! I just know that I’m crazy about you.” He says. He means it too, fuck he has a bad way of showing it. But he means it.

“Eight hours Harry.” You whisper.

“Huh?”

“I waited eight hours for a text back. So don’t give me that shit about how you thought all this and that, I texted you Harry. If anything I should be mad at you but I’m not, I can’t ever really be mad at you. ” You take a deep breath.

“Im sorry. I was gonna answer you..” he really meant it. It was just his stupid head that made all this up but he can’t even form the words to say it. “Didnt know what to say.” He looks down.

You started to tear up and you have never cried in-front of harry and you weren’t gonna start now.

“I need to go.” You turn away as tears fall from your eyes. You walked all the way to your car (you still had classes but you didn’t care.)

You called your friend Ariana to see if you could stay with her for the night.

She said yes and you drove to her house.

You talked to her about what happened and she listened so well.

The day had past and you hadn’t heard from Harry. You didn’t know if you wanted to or not. (You definitely did)

You hear Ariana’s ring doorbell go off.

“Someones hear.” You inform her.

“Will you get it for me? M’not expecting anyone.” She was doing her hair. You nod even though she couldn’t see you and go to the door.

You open the door so the glass door was all you saw behind. And it was Harry.

Your Harry.

You opened the glass door and went outside with him closing the door behind you.

“Hi.” He murmurs.

“Hi.” You question.

“I love you.” He blurts out. He didn’t mean to say it. But it was how he felt. “Fuck I love you so much.” He admits.

“Wha.. Harry please don’t tell me this if you don’t mean it- how did you know where I was?” The word love means a lot to you. You hated when people said they loved people and then turned their backs on them.

“Find my iPhone, I still have your location.” You’d completely forgotten about that. You had it on for safety. “But no I do. I’m in love with you Y/N. You’re all that’s been on my head for the past week. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Harry…” he cuts you off.

“No y/n let me finish. You were the sweetest girl to me. My sweetest girl. And I was so rude and I do apologize. It’s just my head convinced me that things you said weren’t true, and I shouldn’t believe my stupid big head- but I did, obviously. I’m sorry. You’re too good to me and you didn’t deserve what I did to you.” He put his hand on your cheek and smiled.

“I-I love you too.” You said truthfully. You did love him and now you can say if. He leaned down and kissed you. You kissed him back passionately.

“Get a room!” Ariana says over the camera.

“Stalker.” You giggle and kissed him one more time.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You blushed.

“Can’t wait.” He smiles.

[sarahfabray]

Opposites Attract

TAGGING ➝  Sarah Fabray, Reagan Morris-Corcoran @reaganroll

LOCATION ➝ Locked down at Table and Ice.

TIME FRAME ➝ 10/13 evening.

WARNINGS ➝ None.

SUMMARY ➝ Reagan and Sarah find a moment where they see past their differences

Reagan Morris-Corcoran

Reagan had never really known what to make of Sarah honestly. That chance meeting in a grocery store had kind of weirded her out a bit, but there was an energy to her that, if she was being totally honest with herself, kind of fascinated her. Still, that didn't mean she was super eager to be locked down with her and her new wave way of thinking, but Reagan was desperately trying to play nice considering the fact that she didn't know how long they were going to be stuck here. "Uh, so... do you drink?" Reagan offered, having eyed a bottle of whiskey behind the bar and wondering if Immy would be mad if she grabbed it (and left the appropriate compensation of course, she was a scoundrel not a thief), "Or... I dunno smoke? Any kind of vice that would be kinda fun?"

Sarah Fabray

Sarah smiled seeing Reagan was it, from the grocery store slide over to her with the whisky. She cracked a little smile at the slight dig grabbed the bottle and drank it stright. "Oh I can drink. I dont do it a lot anymore but i can handle with the best of them."

Reagan Morris-Corcoran

Reagan smirked, raising her eyebrow, "My kinda girl... guess a crisis brings out the best in everyone huh?" She took the bottle back, taking a long swig from it too as she settled in her seat, feet propped up on the table between them, "So, you're into vibrations right? Any idea if there's another big rumble headed our way?"

Sarah Fabray

Eyeing Reagan up and down and pleased to have eased some of the tention between them Sarah cracked a smile. While this may have not been what she had planned for the day she was glad for the opportunities it had brought to her. Reagan was one interesting character. She alwasy found it fastinating meeting someone who was just as agressive as she used to be and Reagan had a big chip on her sholder. Sarah got it. Life can be a cruel mistress at times. It was times like these that she was greatful for her previous life and the journey she has had. "Oh you definetly see people in a different light when we are all put under the wire. Thank you for taking charge and getting things organised back there. I think it was just what people needed." Sarah admired Reagan's head for emergencys and how she looked after all of them when this all started. They sat in silence for a moment until the drink was offered back to her and Sarah took another swig from the bottle. Chuckling at Reagan's question. "hmm you could say that. I prefer to think of it as being in tune with myself. I wish i had the power to know what was coming but unfortunately thats beyond me. But if there was im sure you would be right there to lead the way."

Reagan Morris-Corcoran

Reagan shrugged a little, never really having been good with praise. In reality, she hadn't consciously put herself forward as any kind of leader, who was she to be setting any kind of example or be telling people what they should do? She'd simply set out to ease her own anxiety and Emmy's, and if it helped anyone else along the way, well, that was just a happy coincidence, "Guess a little over a decade of being a fed comes in handy sometimes, I'm always prepared for a worst case scenario." "Damn, well there's my hopes for am early earthquake reporter dashed..." Reagan mumbled, but a grin was tugging at her lips as the bottle was passed back to her, "Is that you asking me to be your knight in shining armour? Because Loki makes a pretty great noble steed... y'know as long as no-one actually tries to ride him."

Sarah Fabray

Sarah hummed in acknowledgement and then studied Reagan's reaction for a second. She always found people like this interesting to deal with. Partly because they reminded her of her younger self. When she had a stick up her ass, a large chip on she shoulder and she would screw over anyone to get to the top. "You should accept it you know. The complement. It's actually good for you." Sarah took a moment before continuing. " Must be pretty stressful always being prepared like that."Sarah chuckled at Reagan's joke. It was actually nice to see this side of her and not the harsh exterior that had judged her before. Although Sarah knew they were on different parts of their journys It was nice for them to come to something of a mutual respect. "Well I'll never say no to a beautiful knight. Especailly one as talented as you." Sarah had always had a way with animals since her awakening. So it was no surprise when loki came and sat next to her as she stroked him. She looked up at Reagan accepting the drink and took another long slug, staring straight into her eyes. "Oh dont worry. Hes not the one i would be riding."

Reagan Morris-Corcoran

Reagan could feel Sarah studying her and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She didn't really understand her if she was honest, after everything she'd been through, after everything she'd seen, Reagan didn't understand people like her, people that believed the universe was something that could be read and understood, predicted or made sense of. To her the whole thing was (and by that she meant her whole life) was some kind of cosmic joke. "Pfft, yeah right. Compliments are just words, and words roll right off my back these days. Good or bad, I don't really care." Reagan shrugged, "Yeah, I guess... I dunno not so much anymore. I don't really notice it, it's just something I am." She waggled her eyebrows at Sarah as she took a long swig from it, "I am both beautiful and talented, you're correct there." Reagan slid the bottle across the table, watching Loki rest his head on Sarah's knee. It was always a good sign when he just relaxed around a person, he was good at sniffing out bad and so if he approved then she knew it was okay to relax a little. Her eyebrows raised into her hairline as she met Sarah's gaze without flinching. Things had just gotten very interesting. "Oh yeah? You had another noble steed in mind?"

Sarah Fabray

Sarah watched Reagan's reaction. Studying to see how her words landed. She inwordly noted how she tried to brush off her words. "Oh you might not want to accept how they feel but the words shared by another in compelements are deep with the feelings of the other person. Filled with their feelings. Its never just words. Do all words roll off your back? It must be pretty hard to keep such a tough exterior."

Sarah let her words sink in for a moment. She began to stroke Loki's head. Smiling to see Reagan back to her confident sexually charged self. It was clear to Sarah that this was Reagan's comfort level and who was Sarah to take that away from her. accepting the bottle with another swig before placing it down and staring at Reagan with a deep look. She brushed a chuck of Reagans hair behind her ear. "Hmmm." She acknowledged. Drawring closer in."I can think of a few ways to ride." She was now just a breath away from Reagan's lips "I guess we’ll have to see if you can keep up."

Reagan Morris-Corcoran

"Is everything deep and meaningful to you?" Reagan rolled her eyes a little, even as she felt a pang in her chest. Sarah seemed to be able to read her better than anyone had in a long time, not since... not since Nik. "Nah." She shrugged, "I've always been tough. It's what made me a good agent, what makes good at security. Nothing gets past me." Reagan grinned as she sat forward, biting her lip, feeling her cockiness help push down all the other weird and complicated feelings that Sarah had brought to the fore. This she could do, sex was her thing and she was damn good at it. Still, that didn't stop the slight blush on her cheeks as Sarah's fingers brushed behind her ear. "Well I do like a girl with an imagination..." As their breaths mingled, Reagan brushed her lips lightly against Sarah's, "And a confident one. Want to see if the Manager's Office is all it's cracked up to be?"

[mxchellesworld]

Discuss!

Spencer Reid x Reader

Synopsis; Where the team discusses the question ‘do you kiss after head’, you find out Spencer has too little experience to answer the question so you help him out

Warnings; smut, oral (male receiving), sub!spencer, praise, slight degradation 

a/n; LMAO im so sorry for disappearing again life has been actually kicking my ass but anyways lately i’ve been thinking about subby early season spence so here we go,, hope you enjoy!

***

Another Friday night and the team was out bar crawling after an easy case. But this time all members were there as it reached 11pm which was rare. Usually Hotch and JJ would have been home by 10:30 and Spencer wouldn’t have been there at all. But there was something light in the air which had all parties concerned sitting packed in a booth, laughing after each sip of their drinks. 

Since it wasn’t your first rodeo together you knew how the night went. It started off with Rossi offering to buy the first few rounds, always whiskey but he made an exception for Penelope. Then again who would deny her anything. 

Once the drinks were flowing and lips got a little loose, the questions would start popping in at the top of your heads. However these were not your run of the mill, ‘hows so and so doing?’ ‘done your taxes yet?’ oh no. The name of the game was discuss where you would all think of a question which would help you dig just a tiny bit deeper into your coworkers sex lives. 

Maybe if you were all sober then you’d avoid thinking of each other in such positions, pun intended, yet in this state your prying minds were open and your stomachs were ready to grow abs from bending over in laughter. 

You raised the margarita glass up clinking it with a fork to get the tables attention. Everyone including Aaron had a smile on their face, ready to hear the intrusive question for the night. 

“Ok my fellow profilers, doctor, and tech genius,” you added pointing at Spencer then Pen, “Do you kiss your partner after they give you head? Discuss!” you finished in your most formal voice. 

Right as you took a swig of your drink the mixed responses of yes and no filled your small space. 

“Why wouldn’t you? You guys especially, if someones willingly trying to swallow then you damn well owe them a kiss,” Emily finished earning nods and ‘exactly’s from JJ, Pen, and yourself. 

“Ok but thats weird. I just can’t explain it but its a no go for me,” Morgan finished. This only gained him a scoff and raised voices, “Hotch man help me out here,” he said looking over to the man hiding his smirk behind the amber liquid. 

“I have to agree with the ladies here Derek,” he said curtly. 

The girls yelped and hooted at Hotch for siding with them while Morgan sat with his arms crossed being the singular person left out as even Rossi agreed. Meanwhile you noticed the presence next to you had shrunk back and wasn’t too active in the conversation. 

“So Spence do you kiss your partner after they,” you trailed off shaking your fist by your cheek and poking your tongue in the side. 

He coughed as he instantly sat up quicker. Even under the dim lights of the bar you could still see the blush creeping up from his neck to his ears and the slightest tint on his cheeks. 

“Oh I uh- I never-” he said looking anywhere but your eyes. 

“You don’t kiss them?” you said raising your brows. 

“No! I-i mean yes. I would I think b-but I haven’t had the chance to actually partake in such.. activities,” he finished finally taking a look into your eyes. 

You could tell he was waiting for you to laugh in his face for being so inexperienced but you felt far from it. If anything you wished you could be the one to show him things. 

That sweet boy had you wrapped around his finger and he didn’t even know it. Maybe it was his naivety considering how exceptionally smart he was. Or maybe it was the cute sweater vests he wore and now he nervously tucked his hair behind his ears. All you knew was that you wanted Spencer Reid and tonight was your night to make it happen. 

You hummed taking in the information, “Well that’s not a bad thing Spence. Everything takes time,” you said putting your hand on his arm for comfort and giving him a smile. 

Going to turn back to face the table you almost didn’t hear Spencer go to speak again, “Do you?” 

Got him.

“Why don’t you find out pretty boy,” you said with a wink as you downed the rest of your marg. In the corner of your eye you could see Spencer shifting in his seat, subtly moving his bag to cover the slowly growing tent in his slacks. 

As the night went by you couldn’t help but really give him a show. You had popped open a button or two on the long sleeve you had on, since it was getting stuffy in the booth. Though when you leaned forward and jutted your chest out, the soft inhale of a breath from the man next to you was just serving as motivation to get bolder. 

For the last hour you called it quits on the alcohol and drank a few glasses of water before you drove home. Spencer had been uncharacteristically quiet ever since your little interactions. 

The team had all gotten up to say their goodbyes. Rossi going by and giving everyone a kiss on each cheek. Derek having to quite literally rangle Penelope from talking to passing by groups on their way out. Then there were two. 

You turned to the side where Spencer was nursing on his coke, “Hey pretty boy, it’s late, let me give you a ride home,” you said grabbing your belongings. 

“Y-yeah ok. Thanks Y/n,” he said getting up. You’d noticed how he still had the burnt orange bag over his crotch. He couldn’t still be hard could he? Well you’d love to find out. 

As gentlemanly as he was, Spencer opened the door for you to exit the building first. The whip of fresh night air cooling on your exposed chest and legs under your skirt. 

You unlocked your car and stepped in, Spencer waiting to hear the little beep signaling his side was open. As he sat down you heard him let out a little whimper. Your head shot over to look at him, you could tell from the flush on his cheeks he didn’t mean to let the noise out. 

Holding in your chuckle you started the ignition and pulled out of the lot, “Can I put on some music?” 

“Yeah I don’t mind,” he said looking over at you with his lips in a line. If it was anyone else, they’d probably think he was uncomfortable but you loved his tiny awkward smiles. 

The ride to his apartment was mostly silent besides a rare quip from Spencer about paper work or fact about an older building you had passed by. It fascinated you to no end hearing him talk. Spencer was a hand speaker, meaning he always used his hands waving them around and making gestures. The pale digits had you captivated. Probably a driving hazard but you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. 

You pulled up into one of the visitor spots and put the car in park. You looked over to see Spencer almost contemplating something. You’d seen the look on his face before when he was looking over puzzles. 

“Somethin on your mind Doc?” you said with a small smile. As cute as he looked when he was nervous, you’d never want him to feel uncomfortable around you. 

“Would you-,” he cleared his throat, “Wo- Would you maybe want to c-come inside?” 

“Of course Spence I’d love to,” you finished with a reassuring nod. 

As he led you upstairs you were giddy with anticipation. So what if nothing happened. He was your friend first and you were glad he was letting you into his personal space. Even if you wanted nothing more than to have him writhi-

“Y/n?” 

The door closing snapped you out of your thoughts. You didn’t even realize you were in his living room. The dark green walls and shelves bursting with books put a grin on your face, “Sorry Doc, just caught up in my thoughts. What did you say hun?” 

His brows practically raised to his hairline from hearing the pet name. While he was used to the names coming from Garcia they took a whole different light coming from your lips. 

“I was asking if you wanted water or something,” he said fiddling with the keys in his hands. Eyes darting everywhere but your face so you wouldn’t be able to see the flush rising on his cheeks. 

“No I’m fine thanks for asking though,” you said taking a seat on the worn leather couch. 

You reached for the tv remote making a face at Spencer to ask for permission. He nodded and you settled back turning on an old sitcom that played late at night. 

As the episode ended you both sat in silence. Again you didn’t mind but you could practically hear the cogs moving in Spencer’s brain. 

You were about to speak when he cut you off before you could even get a word out, “What did you mean by ‘why don’t you find out’.”

Gaining confidence you moved closer to where he was on the couch, slow enough for him to stop you in case he wanted to back out. 

“Well you have options pretty boy,” you said moving a leg to straddle him. Your hands instinctively going to his brown locks. You could’ve sworn you heard a little moan leave his chapped lips. Noted. 

“W-what are the options,” lust blown eyes looked up to yours. 

“One, you can put that mouth to good use on me,” you said trailing your finger over his bottom lip, “and let me cum over that pretty face.” 

His eyes shut hearing your words and you weren’t having it, “Nuh uh eyes on me honey,” instantly they were back on yours. 

“Or number two. I can suck you off and let you cum down my throat, but,” you paused making sure to roll your hips on his growing length, “ you have to give me a nice big smooch after.” 

The hands on your hips pulled you closer as he bucked his hips into you as you finished the sentence. It was clear which option was preferred. 

You moved to slide down in between his legs. You let your hands trail down his clothed thighs, causing him to jump. 

“Tsk such a needy boy,” you said mockingly, “Am I not going fast enough baby?”

“Please Y/n,” he all but whimpered. It was like music to your ears. 

Your hands went to his belt, looking up in his eyes for a final sign of permission. Once he nodded you quickly undid it and he lifted his hips to help get his pants down. You palmed him over his boxers, feeling the wet patch where he was already leaking pre cum. 

“Is this all for me Spence? Does the thought of my lips around you make you this hard,” you said taking him out of the striped confines. 

“Oh god please just,” he cut himself off. You could see his hands curling fists besides his legs. 

“Please what baby? I can’t give you anything unless you ask.” Your hands continued their task of leisurely stroking his length. 

“Fuck please put your mouth on me,” he rushed out, hips bucking to prove his point. 

The answer was good enough for you so you wasted no time in leaning forward and taking him in your mouth. Both of you let out content sighs as you tried to take him further. 

You looked up to see him with his head leaned back, eyes scrunched closes in pleasure. 

You pulled off with a pop, letting your hand work him over. “Better keep those pretty eyes on me before I decide you can’t finish.”

He looked down with a flash of worry, that was quickly replaced by a loud moan as you spit down on his cock before taking him in your mouth again. 

For a germaphobe, Spencer loved how nasty it was. He was thanking god or whatever higher being there was for giving him his eidetic memory because the sight below him was something he’d never wanna forget. 

Your eyes were teary and you had spit dribbling down your chin but he wanted nothing more than to give you more than just a kiss after you finished. Or well after he finishes. 

You could tell he was close by the way he was throbbing on your tongue. Again taking him out of your mouth you used both hands to jerk him off. 

“You’re doing such a good job baby. So good for me. You wanna cum in my mouth pretty boy?”

“God Y/n I’m so close please please please,” he whimpered out. 

“Cum for me baby, be my good boy Spence,”  you said before taking him down your throat. He was big, not girthy but long and it was a struggle but you’d be damned if you didn’t try to take him all. 

Hollowing your cheeks you bobbed your head quickly, egging on his release further. His hands finally found a place in the back of your head. Pushing you down further as he came. 

“F-fuck Y/n I’m gonna”

His moans and whines were a symphony of sounds you’d have on repeat in your head forever. 

You swallowed the salty release but before you could even wipe your lips you were being pulled up by Spencer placing his lips on yours. You moaned into the kiss, his hands gripped the sides of your face not wanting to let you go. 

The need for air made you both pull back. You looked at one another, chests heaving and looking like you ran a marathon. 

Then a sad look came across his face. 

“Spencer what’s wrong?” 

“You didn’t get any pleasure,” he said looking like a hurt puppy. Oh your sweet boy. 

“It’s ok baby, I can take care of myself,” you tried to shrug off.

He was quick to push you back on the couch, taking the spot you were previously in. His warm lips trailing down your exposed thighs. 

“I wanna do it, but only if you kiss me after.” 

[vampireloverz]

anonymous said: “hello! thought up more big brother bakugou thirst. u absolutely nailed the last one i died reading it. maybe this is a bit gross tho so ignore me if u want LMAO

big brother bakugou is a biiiit pissed about how easily you start hanging off kirishimas arms and how willing you are to give him attention.

Kiri always leaves random stuff at yours and katsukis house from all the times he sleeps over, so katsuki already has a pair of kiri's used boxers to shove in your face while he fucks you. talks about how disgusted kiri would be if he knew you had his boxers all over your face, even though hes the one doing it against your will. Katsuki is doing this to punish you but he revels in your pathetic humiliation anyways.

your big brother knows hes truly ruined his friend for you when the next time he comes over you cant even finish greeting him before your tears spill over and you lock yourself in your room for the rest of the night.”

sorry it took me so long to get to this!! im so glad you enjoyed my first blurb, both of these thirsts have been so yummy thank you 😵‍💫 i did change it up a bit slightly tho hehe

cw/tw: incest, dubcon, degradation + humiliation, sweat/scent kink, tbh this is just kinda nasty hdkxzbksjn

A good little sister like you takes care of your brother and his friends when they come home from the gym, washing their laundry and feeding them, you make sure they want for nothing. Today it’s just Kirishima and Bakugou, an easy day for you. You cheerily greet them hello as they walk through the door, handing off the protein shakes you’ve made for them in their preferred flavors. 

“I’m about to do some laundry, let me add your clothes to the load!” you say with a smile.

“Sometimes it’s like you’re his housewife, not his little sister,” Kirishima comments with a laugh before he takes a swig from his protein shake and gives you a little side hug.

“Kirishima, you stink!” you giggle, yet you don’t even push him away, you just playfully pinch your nose shut.

Your brother doesn’t even crack a smile at his best friend and his little sister sharing an innocent moment, he just tells Kirishima to hurry up and shower as he carries their duffel bags to the laundry area.

You dutifully follow your brother, telling Kirishima that there are clean towels in the linen closet over your shoulder. Bakugou drops the duffel bags on top of the dryer, unzipping his first to toss the dirty clothes into the washing machine when you open it. 

You nudge him away with your hip so you can take over, “You never unfold all the crumpled up clothes, Katsuki.”

“So what?” he grumbles, pressing himself to your back as you work.

You aren’t bothered, you just keep chugging along, “So you complain that your clothes are always wrinkled, but it’s your own fault!”

“Whatever,” he grunts and unzips Kirishima’s bag next. As you put the last of your bother’s clothes in the washing machine, Bakugou tosses a pair of Kirishima’s underwear over the top of the washer next, but when you make to grab it and throw it in the machine he grabs your wrist.

“Katsuki, wha—?”

“Why do you keep hangin’ off him when I’m right here, huh? Don’t like your big brother anymore?”

His hand on your wrist flexes as he bends you over, shoving your face into Kirishima’s underwear. You’re no stranger to the smell of a man— your brother always comes home soaked in sweat because of work— but Kirishima’s scent is unfamiliar, wrong since it doesn’t smell like your brother. The sour smell of Kirishima’s balls clinging to the fabric makes your nose wrinkle as you jerk your head backwards, too bad Bakugou doesn’t budge.

“Katsuki, it’s gross!” you squeal, pushing on the cold plastic of the washer to try and lift yourself off.

“Think he’d like to find you like this?” he chuckles against the back of your neck as his fingers find your clit over your underwear, “His best friend’s perverted little sister sniffin’ his dirty underwear. You’re so disgusting.”

You try to shake your head, but all it does is push your nose further into Kirishima’s dirty boxer briefs, “I’m not d-disgusting!” you hiccup lamely, “Please, Katsuki, stop!”

Bakugou doesn’t let you up, instead he just kisses your shoulder as his hips start rolling forward, dragging the quickly hardening length of his cock against your ass. You whine through gritted teeth, wanting to get your face out of the stinking underwear.

“Oh,” he groans, “Is the little perv getting off on this? I bet you’re so fucking wet, little girl.”

You can’t help the involuntary moan when he slips his hand past your panties and stuffs two fingers inside you to brutally stretch you out, “It’s ‘cause of you, n-not him!”

“Good girl,” Bakugou praises in a low growl as his fingers prod at the soft, sensitive spot inside you, “The sooner you remember this cunt is mine, the better.”

You feel tears leak out of your scrunched shut eyes, starting to soak the fabric of Kirishima’s underwear. You whine, squirming to get up while still pushing your hips back to get your brother’s fingers deeper inside you. You try not to take breaths that are too deep, your face still pressed against the pungent fabric of Kirishima’s boxer briefs, but you’re quickly ignoring it in favor of your brother getting you off.

“Wanna cum,” you mumble against the underwear, “Please, make me cum.”

Your brother finally lets you up, knocking Kirishima’s underwear to the floor as he places you onto the washing machine, one hand pushing your legs apart as the other frees his cock from his gym shorts. He takes a moment to rip your panties off, not wanting anything in the way as he claims you.

“I’ll make you cum, little girl, ‘course I will,” he looms over you, pushing the fat head of his cock into you as you press your nose into the juncture of his shoulder and neck, “I’ve gotta fill your little head with only me.”

You moan at the scent of his sweat, at the scent of your big brother, so sweet and fiery and familiar it makes your mouth fill with saliva as he starts to fuck you. You cling to him and let out soft, hushed noises each time his hips meet yours, you’re trying to keep quiet so Kirishima doesn’t hear but your brother seems to want the opposite. He groans loud and deep like an animal, it feels like he’s fucking you with the intent to make noise— suddenly you feel like a toy a jealous child is claiming as his, but, somehow, you like it.

“Gonna make you smell like me,” Bakugou grunts into your ear, “Inside and out, gonna make sure everyone knows who the fuck you belong to, my pretty little pervert.”

You manage to gasp out a feeble, “Katsuki!” as the heat coiling low in your gut suddenly snaps. Your cunt pulses around his cock as he follows you into orgasm, pumping you full of thick, almost overwhelming warmth. 

You both come down slowly, trading heated kisses as you both blink away the daze of orgasm. You can feel your legs shake as his cock slips out, but he keeps you pinned to the appliance for a minute more, peppering your jaw and collar with kisses and gentle bites. But when Bakugou lets you up, you’re mortified to see Kirishima in the doorway. He has one hand pressed over his mouth like he can hide the blush crawling all the way down to his chest and shoulders, the towel around his waist has an obvious tent in the front. 

Bakugou helps you off the washer, the moment you’re on your feet you turn and hide your face in his chest, too ashamed to face Kirishima. Bakugou gently spanks your ass and you blink away embarrassed tears as your brother drags you past Kirishima and into the bathroom.

“C’mon,” Bakugou says to you with a smirk, not at all ashamed of how his cum and yours is visibly dripping down the front of his gym shorts, “Now you need a shower too.”

[duuhrayliegh]

europe - request

pairing: sebastian stan x singer!reader (seb!pov)

summary: singer!reader writes another song, this one is about seb

warnings: suggestive content (*wink wonk*), language, the works ya know

a/n: this took so long bc im not lyrically inclined and there isn’t even that many lyrics in here. i can’t even guys this was a nice break though. i liked the concept, i hope i lived up to your dreams. :)

p.s.: my requests and tag lists are both open loves!

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Sebastian was doing a press interview for his new movie. It was his first on television interview. First time being back in the studio for The Late Late Show with James Corden. First time since you and him had gotten together. He was eager to see what James had in store for him.

He was wearing a bright yellow shirt paired with a red leather jacket. His legs were clad with a different pair that he wanted to wear originally because you couldn’t get quite enough of his thighs. Had he worn the other pair, there would’ve been a prominent wet spot on one leg where you rode him to your own satisfaction. The memory made him bite his lip and adjust his pants to try to quell his oncoming boner.

“Good luck out there tonight, lovey. You’re gonna crush it.” Your voicemail warmed Sebastian’s heart. He missed you a lot, but you were currently on your own press junket. Your new album finally came out and your manager had been running you ragged. Sebastian was so proud of everything you’ve accomplished, and he wasn’t afraid to show it.

“Hi, Mr. Stan. You’re needed on deck in five minutes.” He nodded at the assistant producer who stuck her head in his dressing room. Sebastian ran his hands through his hair one more time before deciding enough was enough.

“Well, this is as good as it's gonna get.” He murmured to himself as he walked out of the dressing room. He rolled his shoulders, snuggling into the leather jacket encasing his back. Sebastian took a swig of a water bottle from the table backstage. He still got nervous when doing interviews, always worried that he’s going to say the wrong thing.

“And now I would like to introduce our next guest. You’ve seen him as Bucky Barnes in the Marvel Cinematic Universe for the last ten years. He’s played the borderline psychotic Jeff Gillooly in I, Tonya, and the corrupt Sheriff Bodecker from The Devil All The Time. It is my pleasure to introduce the one, the only, Sebastian Stan!”

James stood, clapping as Sebastian made his way to the main set area. He raised his right hand, his left remaining on his stomach. As he approached James, Sebastian switched hands, his left coming up as an offer for James to shake. Afterwards, James held his hand out to the chair beside his desk, waiting for Sebastian to sit down.

“Hi, Sebastian! It’s so good to have you back.” James’ accent broke Sebastian’s name up into three distinct syllables, bringing a smile to Seb’s face.

“It’s good to be back, man.” He grinned big, waiting for James to ask the first question. Once they got into it, the interview went smoothly. Sebastian was able to avoid giving out spoilers for his new project, leaving just enough to the imagination. James was in a fit of laughter after Sebastian had told a crazy story from being on set. James wiped tears away from his lower lashline, calming down just enough to catch his breath.

“Okay, so I want to move onto something else.” Sebastian sobered up quickly, unsure of where James was taking the conversation. “We want all the juicy details about your relationship with Y/N.” Sebastian’s brow raised as he pulled a face at James’ question. He laughed to himself for a minute before answering.

“Ya know, we really have you to thank for that.” Sebastian pointed at James, before bringing that same finger to rub his eye.

“Really?” The man’s voice pitched up, brows hitting his hairline.

“Oh yeah. We were only introduced because of your show.” Sebastian leaned back in his chair, remembering that night with you. The two of you had gone out for drinks, talking for hours at the bar and then even longer in his hotel room. He remembered waking up with you wrapped up in his arms. You didn’t have sex that night, but you definitely did the second night.

And oh god, if  that second night wasn’t just as amazing as the first. The face you made whenever you climaxed danced it’s way to the forefront of Sebastian’s mind. Not good, definitely not good. He had to readjust himself in his pants again, crossing his legs to cover up his rather large problem.

“Yeah, we started dating that same week. Kept it quiet though.” Sebastian held his palm out in the air, bouncing it up and down.

“Right, right. And do you want to tell everyone how you did end up revealing that you and Y/N were an item?” Sebastian looked down at his lap, smirking to himself. “Or should we just play the clip?”

A clip played for the studio audience. It was Y/N doing her makeup for the Vogue Beauty Secrets Youtube video. Sebastian waltzed in the background of the shot. It then cuts to Sebastian kissing Y/N on the cheek, brandishing the hickey’s that she had sucked onto his cheek the night before. Mhm, I remember that night too.

Sebastian had surprised Y/N by coming to see her. He wasn’t doing anything and he missed you, so why waste a perfectly good opportunity. He spent the night there completely ravishing you until you begged him to stop. That night he proudly wore your thighs as earmuffs, burying his face in you. He really needed to stop reminiscing during an interview.

“How adorable. Was that planned at all? Or did you just do that because you could?” Sebastian shook his head, his right hand scratching at the stubble decorating his jaw.

“Oh, no. It definitely wasn’t planned. I honestly don’t remember if I knew Y/N was filming that morning, so I’m just glad I put on pants before I left the bedroom.” James laughed at Sebastian’s comment.

“Okay, so I’ve gotta ask your opinion on something though.” Sebastian made a hum of acknowledgement, signalling for James to continue. James leaned back, pulling out a cardstock of your new album. “So, this is Y/N’s new album, it just came out about three or four weeks ago?” The crowd clapped for you, and Sebastian cheered along with them.

“What do ya want my opinion on? If it’s the album, then I gotta tell ya, I loved it. Every single song on there is absolutely amazing.” James nodded, a smirk forming on his lips making Sebastian think he made a mistake.

“So you’re aware of the song Europe?” Sebastian smirked, nodding his head because he knew where this was going. “Would you like to tell us what that’s about?” James laughed as Sebastian stammered, looking for the right words. “I mean, let’s just read some of the lyrics.” James looked at the cards in his hands as Sebastian drifted into his thoughts again.

You had brought him into the studio before finalizing Europe. He remembers watching you twist your hands at your waist and continuously cracking your knuckles. Sebastian was curious because you hadn’t ever been like that when showing him a song before. Every question he had about your anxiety revolving around the song was thrown away when he heard it.

Europe was an ode to Sebastian, all of Sebastian. He couldn’t help pulling you down onto his lap by your waist as he listened. You were the only two in the studio, so the two of you were free to do whatever you wanted. The funny thing about that night was that there was a new track recording.

“Oh shit, Seb.” The dam broke afterwards, peels of laughter leaving your lips without explanation. Your right hand raised to your mouth, attempting (and failing) to quiet your giggles.

“Babe, why the ‘oh shit’?” You held up a finger to your lips, telling him to be quiet and listen. He strained his ears, waiting for his own ‘oh shit’ moment. Then, his own voice filtered into his ears, making him crease his brow in confusion. “What is that?”

“That’s the audio from when I first played you Europe.” Small giggles passed your lips again. “I was going to ask you if I could use, like, a sound byte from it for either the beginning or the end of the song.” Sebastian nodded, slightly amazed that you were so creative with your work. “But, I forgot to turn off the recording.” Sebastian’s eyes locked on your expression, waiting for him to connect the dots. He pulled a face and then,

“Oh shit.” His eyes widened, a huff of laughter escaping. “Wait, so it caught all of it?” Your lips rolled inwards, holding back laughs as you nodded your head. Sebastian raised a brow, his eyes flicking over your face. “Use it.” He had a few new hickeys after that night too, but not after decorating your body with a few of his own.

“Sebastian, I would like you to read a few lines from the song, please.” James handed Sebastian a card, a snort leaving Sebastian’s body involuntarily. He glanced at the cards, know the lyrics by heart already. He took a big breath, reading the lines that James chose. He threw him a look with his eyes, head tilting slightly toward the British man.

“Uh, okay, here we go.” Sebastian laughed to himself, blowing out a breath through clenched lips. He lifted the card again, “You know,” dropping his hand back to his lap while raising his other hand. “You know, she’s gonna make fun of me for this right?” James laughed, looking into the camera as if he was on The Office, then to the audience with a duh look on his face.

“Sebastian. We’re going to make fun of you.” The crowd didn’t hesitate to join in James’ amusement. Sebastian dropped his head into his hands, groaning loudly. “Do you need a little encouragement?” The audience began cheering and clapping for Sebastian.

“Fine, alright, alright.” He shook his head before starting. “Long nights with hickeys earned like a badge of honor. Teasing kisses, twisted sheets, all signs of true seduction.” Sebastian looked up from his hands, expecting James to say something. All James offered, though, was a wave of his hand for Sebastian to continue. “I never have to worry because all my sins are forgiven when I’m with you.” James held his hand up, stopping Sebastian from continuing.

“Okay, let’s dissect that, Mr. Stan.” James propped his elbow on his interview desk, placing his head at an angle in his palm. “What is this song about?” Sebastian’s lips curled inward, stopping himself from laughter.

“James,” Sebastian leaned forward against the arm of the couch. “I thought this was a family show.” The British man quirked a brow, sweeping both hands in front of his body gesturing to the studio.

“This is the Late Late Show, Sebastian.” He turned back to the audience, addressing them and the cameras. “And that is all the time we have tonight! Thank you to Sebastian for coming on the show with me tonight! And thank all of you for tuning in tonight. We’ll see you next time.” The producer beside the camera signaled that the show ended and Sebastian turned back to James.

“It’s a good song.” Sebastian smiled wide afterwards, saying his goodbyes to the crew. He was back in the safety of his dressing room when his phone started ringing.

“Hello?” He knew that it was you from the personally assigned ringtone you picked out when he wasn’t looking.

“The Internet is going to eat you alive.” Sebastian grinned as your peels of laughter trickled in through the speaker of his phone.

“Oh yeah, could you imagine if I told them that it wasn’t just random sounds at the end?” He could just imagine your smirk at his mention of your little addition to Europe.

“We’re gonna have to do that again.” Sebastian paused, waiting for you to explain. “Although I think next time we should do a visual along with the audio. You pickin’ up what I’m putting down Stan?” Sebastian smirked to himself, thinking about being able to watch himself bring you to the brink over and over again, even when you’re not together. His pants got tighter at the idea.

“I think we might have to look into that, Y/L/N.”

[super-unpredictable98]

Hard Candy (~Misfits AU~)

Chapter 14: The Teasing Olympics

Warning: Strong language, sexual content, drugs and alcohol, death, mention of blood.

(Hard Candy Masterlist)

Alisha and Kelly came over to my flat so we could all get ready together and give me more tips on how to keep things under control. Kelly picked my outfit, a red plaided dress with a fluffy skirt and ribbons crossing all the way down the corset paired with black knee-high boots, and Alisha put my hair on a beautiful updo that looked sexy and effortless at the same time.

As we got closer to the party, I felt more and more excited and less scared. We could hear the music from miles away, which was enough to fill me with exhilaration.

Simon and Curtis were already there. I was surprised Si decided to come, he's usually not one to party, but I was glad anyway. We all got our drinks and found a corner with a big couch for us to sit and wait for Nathan and Jamie.

I started biting my nails when I spotted the two of them coming in, followed by the girl from the bar, Lily. Kelly leaned in to set me straight:

- Don't let 'im see if he gets to ya, you got the power here, yeah?

Alisha gave my hair one last touch and nodded at me as if saying "you got this". 

Nathan waggled his brows as soon as he put eyes on me, that determined look gave me chills.

- Hey! - He said cheerfully and turned to Lily - You already know Lydia, these are my friends.

- I'm not your friend - Alisha mocked.

- So... I see someone got all dressed up for me - Nathan sat by my side.

- Who told you it was for you? - I replied, getting approving looks from the girls.

- I know you like to get all pretty and make me eye-shag ya... - He ran his fingers gently over the back of my neck - So how did you get here?

- I... Got a cab with the girls? - I didn't understand the point of the question.

- Cool, Jamie drove the three of us in his car - of course, Nathan was trying to show off his accent.

- Nice try - I took a swig of my beer.

- I'm only gettin' started, Lollipop - he whispered in my ear.

- So far so good - I shrugged.

- That's not what your goosebumps tell me.

- You guys up for a pill? - Jamie asked, taking a small packet from his pocket.

We all agreed, except for Simon, so Jamie gave each one of us one. I took mine with the beer, and that's when I remembered... Kelly once told me she took a pill at a party that reversed her power. 

First I felt insanely scared, not knowing what was going to happen with my power reversed, but then I thought it might be useful sometime in the future.

- Hey, Jamie - I called - can I get another one? I've got a real high tolerance.

- Sure, here - he handed me the packet that only had one left.

- Cheers!

- Hey, sexy - Nathan purred - come dance with me.

I took his hand and we made our way to the dance floor. He stood behind me rolling his hips and casually running his hands over my body.

- Is that the best you can do? - I turned around. 

- No, and you're already all flustered, so I guess I'm winnin' - he had a shit-eating grin on - kinda stuffy in here, don't you think? 

- A little bit.

- I'm gettin' sweaty... 

- Dickhead - he knew damn well I am a sucker for his musky scent, it was like he sweats cologne or some shit.

- Me? I don't know what you're talkin' about, Lyddie - he ran his hand over his stomach, lifting the shirt just enough to give me a view of his hip bones - my eyes are up here.

- Did you know I fucking hate you? 

- Really? But I'm so lovable... 

- Is kissing also part of the bet?

- No, why? D'you wanna kiss me?

- Maybe...

- Y'like my lips, do ya? - He brought my chin up.

- Kinda - I tried to stop my chest from heaving.

- You can kiss me if you want - he grabbed me firmly - I just can't guarantee it won't make things harder for ya.

- What do you mean? - I felt my entire body taken by a weird sensation.

- I mean once you get a taste you'll want my tongue on other places and then... There's some seriously weird shit goin' on with your eyes, are you ok?

- The pills are kicking in! Now shut up and kiss me with this gobby mouth of yours.

I attacked him, our kiss was urgent, sloppy, passionate... He was right, all I wanted was to feel his tongue all over my body. How can someone be so fucking sexy? 

My hand snaked under his shirt, running over his smooth chest, playing with the chain around his neck.

- Wow - Nathan stopped to breathe - what's got you so riled up?

- You did, and you know that. And the fact that you know just makes it even sexier - I didn't know what was happening to me, it was like anything he did got a billion times hotter - I want you now.

- You... Want me?

- I want you all the time, I can never get enough of you.

- Yeah? And why's that? - He was really enjoying himself.

- Cause I love how obnoxious and cocky you are - I blurted out before thinking twice - your raunchy jokes, your disgusting comments, your wind-ups... You're like an animal! 

- Oh, and you get off on it - he pulled me even closer, pressing his bulge against my pelvis.

- You know that already, it's even better when the others get annoyed or disgusted, I like to watch their reaction...

Nathan's smirk as he looked me up and down made my knees grow weak, he used his thigh to spread my legs gently and rubbed against me teasingly.

- I guess you're losin', Lollipop... 

- Shit! I can't fucking stop it! - I shut my eyes in frustration - It's the pill!

- Are you sure you're not just really horny?

- My body isn't obeying my head, it's like anything you do gets to me ten times herder now, it reversed my power!

- What d'you mean?

- My power is to keep things from getting to me, now anything can get to me!

- Well, I guess it's luck o'the Irish... Literally - he joked - you can give up now if you want, and I'll shag your brains out in the bathroom.

- No! I can fight it! Jesus, I love the way your Adam's apple moves when you swallow... 

- Well, thank you - he chuckled - is there anythin' else you wanna tell me? You stare at me funny when I smoke, does it make you horny?

- Yeah - I covered my mouth after admitting that.

- Good t'know... Just wait here a sec, I gotta take a shit.

- God, even when you say those things you sound sexy...

- Y'know any guy would kill to have a girlfriend like you, right? It's so easy to  tease you.

As soon as Nathan left, Kelly grabbed my arm, she was also acting pretty weird:

- How's your little game goin'? 

- Horribly, I can't resist any of his advances.

- I knew this would happen, this whole thing was a stupid idea... Sorry, didn't mean that.

- What's happening to you?

- I'm sayin' whatever's on my mind, can't help it.

- That sucks... Anything anyone does just penetrates my soul and I can't control myself.

- I think you're way too good for Nathan, you're beautiful and smart and he's a useless prick. 

- Wow, Kel - I widened my eyes.

- Sorry, it's the pills! Where's Nathan?

- Taking a shit.

- Why did I even ask? - She winced.

A few minutes later Nathan was back, his hands went straight to my hips and I kissed him before he had the chance to say anything.

- Missed me? 

- You got no idea... - I hooked one leg around his hip - I love the way your tongue is naturally split, it feels amazing!

- Easy, Lollipop... Wanna go outside so we can be alone?

- Yes - I said, despite my best efforts to keep my cool.

Nathan took my hand and led the way. We found ourselves a little corner next to the cars, he pinned me against the wall and started kissing my neck while his hand brushed against my inner thigh.

- D'you like that? - He whispered.

- So much - I moaned - I want you to shag me senseless, Nathan Young.

- I'm lovin' these pills... Wait a second! Did you or did you not get turned on that one time that I won't mention 'cause you said if I did you'd kick my balls?

- Yes, I did! Happy? - I gave up on trying to keep it in, it was stronger than me.

- I knew it! You could've just told me, baby. I love finding new ways t'get your motor runnin'.

- It's weird and I'm embarrassed.

- Well, it's different, but whatever gets you off... Would you like me to do it now?

- More than anything in the world.

- Okay, how d'you want it? Just plain simple or should I get somethin' special?

- We should probably get a b...

- Lyds - Nathan's face changed completely - it's Jamie! That's his car!

When I turned around a paralyzing fear took over me, Jamie's car was on fire about 20 feet away from us. I remembered Lily's power, she had to be the one causing it... 

Nathan let go of me and ran towards the car. I chased him, desperately trying to stop it.

- Jamie! Jamie! 

- Nate, no! You're not immortal right now! You're probably even easier to kill! - I grabbed his jacket and tried to yank him away from the car, but he was stronger than me.

- My brother might be in there! I need t’save him!

Before Nathan could reach the car, someone pushed him out of the way, which was extremely lucky, because not even a second later the whole thing exploded. At first, I didn't see who our savior was, but I knew, I knew he'd be there.

- Oh my God - I screamed when I noticed the huge shard of glass buried in Simon's arm - Nathan, I need to go, please be careful, I'll meet you at the Center! 

I took my brother's hand and we quickly fled to a secluded alleyway. It was very dark, but I could see the blood dripping all over his black uniform.

- Take it out - he groaned.

- Are you alright? - I pulled the glass from his arm as fast as I could - Do you want me to take you to a hospital or something?

- No, I can't - he put pressure on the cut.

- I'll walk you to your flat then.

- I'm not going to my flat - he muttered.

- Where are you going? You're bleeding...

- Don't look now, but past Simon is following us. Just stay calm and come with me. I don't wanna find out what could happen to you when you're on those pills.

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I was very worried about Si, both of them. While future Simon was bleeding with no sign of stopping and refusing to go to the hospital or his flat, past Simon was following us and possibly about to uncover our entire story.

- Why are we at Nikki's? - I asked when I noticed where Simon had led us.

- They will come here looking for me and meet her.

He opened the door with no trouble, we both walked in and went to the balcony. Future Simon propped himself up on the ledge and I did the same.

- Get on my back - he gestured with his head.

- Are you insane? 

- Just do it, you can make a force field to ease us down.

I rolled my eyes as I did what he told me to. I hugged him like a koala and he jumped. I closed my eyes hoping the force field tactic worked, and it did, we hovered just above the ground when I opened them.

- Let's never do something like this again - I let go of Simon and fixed my dress.

- You did great, Peanut - he held my hand and raised his mask - but now I need  to go.

- Let me go with you.

- You promised Nathan you'd meet him in the Center.

- When am I gonna see you again? 

- You see me every day - he laughed.

- I know, but the you I see doesn't know who I really am - I felt a sting of sadness in my chest.

- He loves you just as much as I do, I can tell you that.

- I love you too, Si - I hugged him tightly.

- But if you miss me, you can visit. Just make sure no one's following you - he handed me a key.

- I'll be careful.

- Lyds... How are things between you and Nathan?

- Great, I've never been happier - I didn't understand why he was asking.

- I'm glad to hear that, but... Soon enough something is gonna happen that might shake the two of you, and I don’t want you to be upset.

- Why are you being so mysterious? What's gonna happen?

- I can't tell you, that would change everything.

- Let me know how things go and I promise to follow your script.

- I know you... You won't resist changing things when you see what's gonna happen.

- Well, now I'm worried! Does Nathan get hurt?

- No, he's fine, just don't worry too much about it. And one more thing - he said  before we parted ways - Jamie died.

- Oh, that's horrible, Nathan must be devastated - I knew the pain of losing a brother way too well and I wish he didn't have to go through this.

- Nathan can see ghosts, but he's not supposed to find that out through you. When you get to the Center, pretend Jamie is there, ok?

- Yeah, I got it. Catch you later?

Simon simply nodded and left. I sighed, wrapping my arms around my own body, it was getting cold as the morning dawned and I was not dressed enough for that.

When I arrived at the Center, Nathan was at the rooftop, sitting on a bench, looking like hell. His hair was even messier than usual, his face was covered in ash and his eyes were lost.

- Lyds, where were you? - He got up as soon as I walked in, taking off his jacket to put it on me - You must be freezin', c'mere.

- I was helping someone who got hurt.

- So, I guess you won the bet - he smiled with sadness - I'll give you the money later... Actually, can I pay you in Revels and Wotsits?

- You don’t owe me anything, I don't think that was fair, was it? Our brothers got in the way, I wouldn't have been able to make it otherwise.

- Our brothers?

- Your brother, I don't know why I said that... - I quickly corrected myself, hoping he didn't get suspicious.

- Jamie wants to see our dad.

- Sounds like a horrible idea.

- I know, but I gotta do this for him. Will you come?

- This really seems like a family thing, I'd just feel like I'm intruding...

- You're also my family, Lyddie - that took me by surprise.

- And you're mine... - I could barely speak after hearing something so sweet  coming from Nate.

- Then come with us, please.

- Alright, I'll go, but I'll wait in the car park, alright?

- Sounds good - he draped an arm around me - c'mon, Jamie.

I felt really bad for Nathan, he was gonna be heartbroken... I remember when Simon told me he's be leaving. He came into my room with a suitcase and said it was something he had to do.

Nathan kissed me gently before going up to his dad's flat, I snuggled against his jacket, smelling his scent as I sat on the floor next to a newly parked car for warmth.

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- Lyds? Lyddie... - I opened my eyes when Nathan's voice filled my head - You fell asleep in the car park?

- I must've been real tired - I took his hand to get up.

- So, um... Jamie died.

- Oh, honey, I'm so sorry - I pulled him closer.

- And I can see dead people apparently.

- What? - I faked surprise.

- Yeah, I can see ghosts.

- That's... Cool I guess? At least you can say goodbye.

- Yeah, it's okay - he shrugged and turned to his dad - you remember Lydia, right?

- Of course, hello - Mr. Young seemed somewhat less repulsive than usual.

- Hey - I shook his hand.

- We're goin’ for breakfast, wanna come?

- I think I should go home. I'm exhausted and I really need a shower.

- That's alright, Lollipop. Can I get a kiss then?

I lifted my chin slightly to meet Nathan's lips, taking my time to enjoy how soft and warm they felt. His dad watched everything with a silly grin on, I guess he was proud? 

- Here - I started to take the jacket off, but Nathan stopped me.

- Keep it, you can give me back later.

- Meet me at my place after... Unless you'd rather be alone?

- No, I wanna be with you - he held my face and kissed my forehead before getting in the car - I love you.

- I love you too - I waved as I left.

I went straight home, took a shower, and changed into some more comfortable clothes, but kept Nathan's jacket on. 

I only had time to eat a cinnamon roll before collapsing in bed and falling asleep.

When I woke up, a couple of hours later, I felt a pair of arms wrapped around me, I was laying on someone's bare chest. It scared me for a second until I realized it was Nathan, sometimes I forgot I gave him the key.

- Hey - he woke up as well when I moved in his embrace.

- Hi, how was breakfast with your dad?

- It was good. I think we could try to have a civil relationship, it's never gonna be great, but it's a start.

- That's good - I kissed the tip of his nose - I'm happy for you.

- Yeah, it still hurts a little. When I was a kid...

- I know, Natty - I shushed him with my finger - you told me everything, you don't have to say it again.

- Thanks, I didn't really wanna talk about it.

- Then let's talk about something else - I went to the kitchen.

- Right, so did you have a good time last night? - He ran to hold me from behind.

- I don't even know, it was so confusing and I was way too horny and buzzed to think. I barely remember anything.

- Well, I remember some things... Like for example, I remember you tellin' me about a secret fetish.

- What did I say about mentioning that, Nathan? - I pulled away.

- I'm not mentionin' - he backed off - I just wanna please you, Lollipop. So what if it's weird? Fuck what people think! It's our little secret...

- Except you told everyone I was turned on the first time and you have the biggest mouth I know - I folded my arms.

- I'm sorry, I won't say a word. Now come on... I'm great at this stuff, I can make you feel so good.

- Cocky bastard!

- I also remember that you like it when I'm cocky - he grinned.

- Go on then, show me what you can do.

- Yes, ma'am... With pleasure.

Nathan snaked his arms around my waist and I jumped, wrapping my legs around him. We made our way to the bed as we kissed, clumsily bumping into everything.

Before Nathan could start the little show he wanted to put on for me, my phone started ringing.

- Shit - I looked at the screen.

- Switch it off...

- It's Simon, I think it's important.

- Why?

- He doesn't call if it's not important.

- Fine! - Nathan pouted - But don't take too long, I wanna display my skills.

- Hey, Si, what's up? - I answered the phone.

- Hey, so... - Simon was clearly bothered - I saw you last night with the masked guy, do you know him?

- Ah... No. I mean, I've seen him that one time with the Virtue virgins.

- Why did you follow him to his flat?

- I just wanted to help, he was hurt and I didn't want to leave him alone.

- Have you been to his place before?

- No, I just dropped him off and left. I honestly have no clue who that guy is.

- Okay - he agreed, but I couldn't tell if he believed it - I think we should go there today. I called the others, we're meeting in an hour. Is Nathan with you?

- Yeah, I'll let him know, we'll be there.

- Good.

- Alright, see you.

- What's wrong, baby? - Nathan was laying on my stomach, waiting for the call to be over.

- Simon asked us to meet him in an hour. He found out where the guy in the mask lives.

- An hour you say? 

- Yeah.

- So that gives us more than enough time. C'mere, you saucy little minx, I'll give you what you've been cravin'...

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When we arrived at Nikki's, everyone was already waiting. I guess we got a little carried away with the recent discovery.

- Finally - Curtis rolled his eyes.

- Why you all giggly? - Kelly nudged my arm.

- No reason - Nathan nonchalantly put an arm around me - I was just showin'  Lyds some of my natural talents...

- That's enough - I interrupted - let's go.

Alisha tried ringing the doorbell, but no one was home, so Kelly had the brilliant idea of breaking the glass with a stool to unlock the door from the inside. 

I was a little scared of how pissed off Nikki was going to get, she can be quite mean when she's angry, so I didn't wanna give her reasons.

We explored a little, I avoided touching her stuff, knowing she absolutely hates when people do that. The others were not as careful: Nathan went straight for her bed, Curtis and Simon were going through her wardrobe and Kelly and Alisha were looking in her dresser.

- This is a girl's bedroom - Kelly was holding a pair of knickers.

- What, so now he's a crossdresser? - Alisha mumbled.

- Something's wrong - Simon shook his head.

- I'm gonna take a shit in his bed! - Nathan jumped on the mattress and I widened my eyes imagining Nikki's reaction.

- I really wouldn't do that if I were you... - I warned.

- We need to send a message, let him know he can't fuck with us! 

- And how does shitting in his bed does that exactly? - Curtis pinched the bridge of his nose.

- Well, they did it in The Godfather - Nathan was already unbuckling his belt.

- It was a horse's head - Simon corrected.

- Have you got a horse's head? - He unzipped and lowered his pants.

Everyone quickly left the room, way too scared to witness something like that. I was dumb enough to think I could still dissuade him:

- You actually gonna do it?

- Yeah, why not? - He squatted without a single dollop of shame.

- And you're doing it... - I turned on my heel - Alright, that's my cue.

- I think we're at that point in our relationship. You can stay, it'll just be a second.

- Nathan! - I snort-laughed.

- You've known me for what? Five, six years? 

- You've known me for way less than that... I think we can do a few more months before I watch you take a shit.

- Okay, but it'll happen eventually! - Nathan shouted behind me as I left the room.

I sat next to Kelly and Alisha in the living room. Lisha looked at me with a mixture of disgust and pity.

- D'you remember what I told you yesterday? - Kelly tapped my shoulder - I stand by it, it wasn't the pills.

- This isn't his flat - Simon was getting more worried by the second.

- So why did he lead us here? - Kelly asked.

- Maybe he knew I was following him... Did he say anything, Lyds?

- He didn't, he barely talks at all - I cleaned my throat, trying to sound natural.

- Lyds was with him? - Alisha turned to me confused.

- He got hurt and I was making sure he was ok.

I knew that sounded like bullshit, they knew it sounded like bullshit, but it was the best I had. I wasn't gonna leave my bleeding brother alone.

- I'm done... - Curtis made his way to the door, but it opened before he could reach it and Nikki came in.

- Who are you? - She looked seriously scary - Why are you in my flat?

- Can someone grab me some toilet paper? - Nathan's voice echoed across the apartment and I slapped my own forehead in frustration - Nevermind, I got it!

[lake-arrius-caverns]

Nerevarine Rising

Chapter 7: Awakening

oops im seeing about changing my upload day to friday but yesterday i totally forgot abt it so lmao

summary After a successful assignment, Fahjoth is glad to be given a few days off and learns a little about his duties from Caius. The twins plan a trip to Vivec City for some exploration.

content warnings none

tag list @boulderfall-cave , @padomaicocean (lmk if you’d like to be added!)

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Flouncing through the front door of Cosades’ tiny house, Fahjoth couldn’t wipe the grin off his face as he brandished the scrolls of parchment with glee. 

“I got them!” he cried, ecstatic. “The notes from Sharn gra-Muzgob! I got them!”

Cosades looked up from his supper with one brow raised, but by no means did he look on with disapproval. “And not a scratch on you,” he remarked, holding out a hand to receive the scrolls as Fahjoth passed them over. “I knew it wouldn’t be long before you found your feet. Well done, Novice.” 

“Well, I had help—” Fahjoth started, unwilling to take all the credit for his achievement, but Cosades didn’t seem to be listening anyway. He unfurled the scrolls and silence fell as he pored over them, a thoughtful look on his face as he examined the scrawling, loopy handwriting. Fahjoth took a seat at the table and waited, wondering what his next assignment was to be. At least Ribyna was on standby back at the South Wall Cornerclub, and for that, Fahjoth was grateful. 

“Well, Fahjoth,” Cosades started, rolling up the parchments once again and turning to face Fahjoth with the beginnings of a smile, “I’m promoting you to Blades Apprentice. You deserve it after the hard work you’ve put into all your duties.” 

Fahjoth’s heart began to soar with excitement. “Apprentice?” he repeated, awestruck. “Thank you, sir! So, uhh... what will I be expected to do now?” 

“Nothing too different, I assure you. It’s mostly a recognition thing, to be perfectly honest,” Cosades answered. He got to his feet, beginning to pace around the room in deep thought and occasionally stopping to check a book or scrap of paper, cross referencing several stacks of notes. Fahjoth wondered how he was able to keep track of it all. “Now, I'd like some time to think how this all fits in with the Emperor's plans for you. So if you'd like to get in a little freelance adventuring, go ahead. But whenever you're ready, I'll have new orders for you."

“Oh... alright.” The news came as a welcome surprise for sure. Fahjoth had to admit, he was glad to have a few days of downtime at last. It would be a good opportunity for him and Ribyna to do some exploring; she had mentioned wanting to visit Vivec City at some point, perhaps now they could finally go. 

But there was one thing that he had been growing more and more curious about; the subject of all his errands, the very reason he had been putting his life on the line in exchange for whatever information Cosades wanted. He knew nothing about any of it, and the burning desire to ask, to learn exactly why it was so important, could not be quashed. Maybe now was the time. 

“Sir?” he questioned, biting his lip with uncertainty. Cosades stared fixedly at Fahjoth, indicating that he was listening, and so Fahjoth continued — albeit with some hesitation. “Could you explain the... things that I’ve been getting information about? The, uh, the Sixth House and the Nev... Nevera... Neraver—“

“The Nerevarine,” Cosades finished for him, and Fahjoth nodded. “Of course. I forget that you can’t read well. We’ll start with the Sixth House.” 

Fahjoth shuffled in his seat, getting himself comfortable and listening with rapt attention as Cosades began to speak. “There isn’t much to say about the Sixth House cult just yet. A trusted informant of mine says they're a secret cult associated with some strange events recently. More importantly, my informant thinks these recent disturbances are related in some way to the Nerevarine Prophecies."

“And what are the—?”

“I’m getting to that part, Apprentice. One thing at a time. I’m not sure if you’re aware, but there’s been some attacks recently attributed to sleeper agents of this cult. Have you heard anything about them?”

Fahjoth shook his head. “No sir.” 

“There've been several attacks recently, and these Sleepers all say the same thing. ‘Serve your Lord, Dagoth Ur. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.’”

A shiver suddenly tore through Fahjoth’s ribs, catching him by surprise. Why did that name sound so familiar? There was no distinct emotional response attached to hearing it, but the hairs on Fahjoth’s arms continued to stand on end, giving him prominent goosebumps. 

“Keep an eye out, and if you see anything suspicious, let me know.” 

“Yes sir.” 

“Alright, now for the Nerevarine.” Cosades rejoined Fahjoth at the table and took a swig of something from an open bottle before continuing. “The Ashlanders—“ 

“The what?”

“The Ashlanders— by the divines, Vetharys...”

Fahjoth grimaced, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Sorry...”

“No, it’s alright,” Cosades sighed. “I just thought you would’ve heard about them by now. I don't know much about them. Most people say they‘re murderous savages. But most people are idiots. I know they hate the settled Dunmer almost as much as they hate Westerners. I don't think their tribes tend to be particularly welcoming to outlanders, so watch yourself if you’re ever wandering in the Ashlands.” 

Fahjoth nodded, remaining quiet to let Cosades go on. 

“The Ashlanders pass down their customs and history in the form of poetic verses. Among the things they preserve in verse are the dreams and prophetic visions of their wise women, in particular the verses that foretell the coming of the Nerevarine. And before you ask,” Cosades added, seeing that Fahjoth was about to speak again, “some Dunmer believe that an orphan and outcast, a youth born on a certain day to uncertain parents, will one day unite all the tribes of the Dunmer, drive out the invaders of Morrowind, and reestablish the ancient laws and customs of the Dark Elven nations. They call this orphan and outcast the ‘Nerevarine’, and say they will be a reincarnation of the long-dead Dunmer General and First Councilor, Lord Indoril Nerevar. But... I don't know much else about it. That's why I'm sending you to find out.” 

Fahjoth nodded, fascinated by the sudden bombardment of information he was receiving. “And... it’s relevant to stuff that’s happening now? These cult attacks and whatnot? That’s why we’re investigating it?”

There was a split second where Fahjoth thought that Cosades may have paused, his stern grey eyes locked on Fahjoth’s own, but then came a perfectly normal response, leaving him wondering if he’d simply imagined it. 

“Correct.” 

Armed with this knowledge, Fahjoth suddenly felt inspired. So this was what all his top-secret missions had really been about. He still had no idea why he’d been pulled out of prison to join this endeavour specifically, but he no longer felt as much of a need to question it. This was his chance to make a difference, to do some real good in the world; it strengthened his resolve and he silently vowed to give it his all, regardless of how many errands he would end up having to run. 

“Alright. Thanks, sir.” Fahjoth rose to his feet, figuring he should go and find Ribyna and tell her the news, but Cosades leaned back in his chair and stared at him with such a dour look in his eyes that Fahjoth faltered.

“Don’t forget, Vetharys — always pay attention to what’s going on around you. You’re an agent of the Blades; information is our specialty,” he advised. “And never let your guard down. I don’t ever want to find you being sent back to me in a box.” 

Fahjoth cringed, feeling distinctly like he was being told off for the sheer amount of ignorance he had so openly displayed. Well, he had to learn somehow, didn't he? “Yes, sir… thank you, sir.” 

And with that he bade farewell to Cosades for now, scurrying out of the house before he could be admonished further, and made a beeline straight for the South Wall Cornerclub. Just as he rounded the corner and descended the short flight of stone steps between buildings, he found himself face-to-face with a familiar dark-haired figure, and coincidentally just the person he was looking for. 

“Ribyna!” he called, grinning as he got his sibling’s attention seconds before she stepped into the cornerclub. “Thought I’d find you here.”

“‘Sup, Fahji?” Ribyna turned away from the doorway and gave Fahjoth the usual hug of greeting. “You look happy. Has something happened?”

“I got a promotion!” he exclaimed without hesitation, eager to share the news. “And I got a few days off, too. I was thinking maybe we could do something.”

“Ah, well done, bro!” Ribyna congratulated him with a grin. “Yeah, I’m good for a few days. What did you have in mind?”

“Well, I thought maybe we could go to Vivec City? If you still wanted to go there, that is.”

For the second time that night, Fahjoth thought he detected a fleeting look of hesitation on the face of someone he was speaking to. This time it was Ribyna, who appeared almost apprehensive as soon as Fahjoth had mentioned going to Vivec City; but then her response was as casual as ever, leaving Fahjoth even more befuddled and debating with himself over whether he was just seeing things.

Maybe I’m just tired, he mused to himself. 

“Yeah, sounds good. D’you wanna leave now or tomorrow?” Ribyna asked. “If you like, I can go see how much the silt strider bloke charges.”

“Well, it’s getting on a bit, but…” Fahjoth paused, looking upwards and searching for the position of the sun, which was already past its highest point in the sky. He estimated that they had a few hours of daylight left, so ignoring the little voice of caution in his head, he made his decision. 

“Yeah, why not? Let’s go tonight. Could be fun to stay overnight in the big city!” Fahjoth enthused, and Ribyna nodded. 

“Alright! I’ll go find out how much a one way trip costs,” Ribyna said. “Start heading over towards the silt strider and I’ll meet you there!” And with that she tore off, racing over the bridge in the middle of town and zipping up the stairs to speak with the caravaner. 

With a quiet chuckle, Fahjoth shook his head and began to meander at a far more relaxed pace after his twin, passing by one of the townsfolk as he stepped off the bridge. He dipped his head and smiled in casual greeting, but the Dunmer gripped his wrist with such force that Fahjoth gasped in shock. 

He leaned in, his face mere inches from Fahjoth’s own, and Fahjoth could see only too clearly his strangely blank, vacant expression. His eyes, though unfocused, were glaring at Fahjoth with such a scorching intensity that he almost broke out into a sweat, his heart hammering rhythmically in his chest like a trapped sparrow, fast and fearful. 

And then he spoke, his voice gravelly and harsh, the sound of crumbling charcoal over burning ashes. 

“Beneath Red Mountain, Lord Dagoth sleeps. But when he wakes, we all shall rise, and the dust will blow away. Serve your Lord, Dagoth Ur. The Sixth House is risen, and Dagoth is its glory.”

Momentarily frozen, Fahjoth’s senses eventually returned to him and his first instinct was to yank his wrist free of the Dunmer’s grip, panting as if he had just run a marathon. The Dunmer jerked as Fahjoth tore free, and then within seconds, the blank look on his face melted away and he cleared his throat, glancing around as if confused. He then regarded Fahjoth with a perfectly normal, albeit rather sleepy stare. 

“What do you think of our city, outlander?” he asked mildly, but before Fahjoth could even think of a response, a voice calling his name caught his attention. 

“Fahji! C’mon, hurry up!”

His mouth dry, Fahjoth wheeled around and dashed after Ribyna, not stopping until he had caught up with his twin. Ribyna looked irate as she immediately began a short rant. 

“I’m not paying for that bloody silt strider. It’s a ripoff! And if we’re gonna stay in Vivec overnight, gods know how much the rooms are gonna set us back, too. Come on, we’ll walk instead—” She paused and frowned as she finally took in Fahjoth’s appearance, while he tried to calm himself down in the meantime. 

“What the fuck’s the matter with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” With a shake of her head, Ribyna corrected herself, “Actually, you weren’t even this pale when we did see a ghost. Did something happen?”

“A— a Dunmer,” Fahjoth began, his gaze rapidly flicking from left to right, half-expecting an attack to come out of nowhere. “A Dunmer stopped me and... and said a thing...” 

However, as he took in Ribyna’s attentive expression, he realised with a heart-wrenching disappointment that there was no way he would be able to explain any of it to her. Not without going into detail about the missions that Cosades had given him, which he had been strictly forbidden to do. He could lie, omit some elements of the truth, but then what would be the point in that? His voice trailed off into silence, leaving him awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. After a few seconds, Ribyna spoke up again. 

“Did he threaten you?” she asked, very seriously. “D’you want me to find this bastard and have a word?”

“No!” Fahjoth replied hastily. With reluctance, he took a deep breath and tried to swallow his anxieties, his gaze wandering down to his wrist as he rubbed it. There was no visible blemish, but somehow, he felt his wrist burning fiercely where the Dunmer had grabbed him. “It’s fine. It was probably nothing. Let’s just go to Vivec,” he added, “I could do with the walk, I think.”

It was clear from her expression that Ribyna didn’t believe him, but his tone of voice made it very clear that to question him further would only exacerbate the issue, and Ribyna relented. “Alright,” she said eventually. “But if you’ve got a problem, you can talk to me, okay?” 

“Yeah... I know. Thanks, Beebs.” Though he wanted nothing more than to confide in his twin, Fahjoth regretfully held back. He was alive, and that was the main thing; telling Cosades could wait until he got back. In his shaken state, he found it far too overwhelming to think about right now anyway, and so the two departed from Balmora and embarked on the considerable journey southwards to Vivec City.

[hopelikethemoon]

Reunion Part 2 (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Reunion (Part 2) Rating: PG-13 Length: 1400 Warnings: None Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set December 24th 1998. Part 2 of yesterday’s update. And a shorty, because I was working on my room all day. Unbeta’d because we ride like warriors.  Summary: Mitch and co. enjoy dinner with Reader and her family

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The afternoon had gone smoothly. Catching up with Mitch had proven easier than you had expected it to go. He was an easy going guy, but you had still been nervous about revisiting those parts of your past. 

You and Connie helped Chucho with dinner, which proved to be a bit of a smorgasbord of different side dishes and choices. Proof of the blended nature of your families. 

“What is it that you do, Monica?” Darla questioned as she primly forked up a bite of the brussel sprouts that Connie had brought. 

“Well, I’m a student right now.” Monica answered, wiping at her mouth. “I graduate in May.”

“Oh, that’s right.” She nodded. “Have you decided what you plan on pursuing after graduation?”

“I’m considering law school.”

“She’s incredibly smart,” You boasted. “She’s got the drive, passion, and intellect to really go places.”

Javier was quick to add on after you, “She’s top of the class. She puts a hundred and twenty into every project.”

Monica rubbed at her cheeks, “Guys, come on. You’re going to make me turn into a puddle.”

Nadia nudged her, “She’s brilliant and humble. A winning combination.”

“And what are you studying?” Mitch questioned. 

“Already graduated.” Nadia explained, “I’m working at NASA. My internship transitioned into a full time job.”

“NASA?” Mitch pursed his lips approvingly. “That’s pretty impressive.”

“I’m gonna go to space!” Josie announced, shoving a piece of bread into her mouth. 

“Please don’t choke.” You chastised her gently, “I thought you were going to wrangle dinosaurs.”

“In space.” She said as she chewed.

“Mouth closed.” Javier tapped her arm to get her attention before giving her a stern look. “Manners.”

She stuck her tongue out.

Mitch laughed, “Someone’s a spitfire.”

“We have our hands full,” You shook your head, taking a swig of your beer. “And someone is going to go to bed without dessert.” You warned Josie.

“So, Tate,” Javier cleared his throat and took a swig of beer. “Still in college or thrust into the job field?”

“Fortunately, I’m done with college.” Tate offered. “I recently got hired at a big architectural firm in the city. Mostly working as a consultant on a few rehabs downtown.”

Javier nodded with interest, “I had a friend in college who went on to become a pretty successful architect. Designed a bunch of the Holiday Inns in Texas.”

“That’s a sweet gig if you can land it,” Tate agreed. “Architecture sort of fell into my lap.”

Darla coughed politely, “Tate had initially attended Syracuse.”

“That’s a big party school, isn’t it?” Nadia questioned and the face Tate made in response was answer enough. 

“We got him transferred back home sophomore year. Temple.” Darla shrugged. “The head of the architecture program’s wife is a dear friend of mine. We serve on the DAR board together. She put in a good word for Tate.”

“Fortunately,” Tate shifted in his seat nervously. “I enjoy it. I always loved building tracks and Lego models.” He shrugged. “So, uh… what do you both teach?”

“I’m not teaching yet,” You answered, as you watched Mitch converse with Chucho to his left. “But it’ll be an elective in the criminology course at UM.”

“They’ve got me teaching a handful of courses,” Javier explained. “The thing people fail to recognize is just how much government overreach and bureaucratic bull you have to put up with if you wanna go into a field like the DEA.”

Steve leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “It’s not for the faint of heart. I just got out myself. Starting up my own consulting business.” He shrugged. “The government doesn’t care about the people affected by the narcos. Just look at what the US did to Mexico.”

You watched Javier then, searching his expression for any signs of discomfort. You knew he despised bringing up Colombia — but these last few months had made it impossible. 

“Is Santa in Mexico?” Josie questioned.

Chucho clicked his tongue against his teeth, “I bet he is. You gonna be good the rest of the night so I don’t have to tell him to fly by?”

“I’m a good girl.”

“I know you are.” Chucho winked at her. “But you’ve gotta be good right up until the moment he shows up… and then for a whole year after he’s gone!”

“Is Sofía going to be on the good list?” She looked at her sister then. “Sissy cries a lot.”

Javier leaned over and kissed the top of her head, “I have it on good authority that both of you are on the good list. Right alongside Emily and Olivia.”

Monica dropped her voice, “I heard that even Nadia was on the good list.”

“Speaking of the good list,” Nadia gave Monica a look, “My momma’s going to be expecting us soon.”

“Oh? Are you still going?”

“Yeah,” Nadia shrugged. “She’s still a little iffy with the whole girlfriend thing, but I think she’s coming around.”

“I’m glad. Still coming over tomorrow afternoon?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Monica beamed, clearing off their dishes. “Mitch, Darla, Tate — I’ll see you tomorrow. It was a pleasure to meet you.” She looked to Chucho then. “Still need a ride to the hotel?”

“Stephen here offered to give me a ride.”

“Drive safe and have fun.” You called out as they got ready to leave. “See you in the morning.”

“You two have been awfully chatty down there,” Javier pointed out as he gestured between Chucho and Mitch. “Should I be afraid?”

You chuckled, “I wasn’t going to say anything, but… What horror stories are you telling?”

Mitch gave a good natured laugh, “We’re just commiserating on how good it is to see you both happy.”

You smiled warmly, “It’s hard to believe we’ve spent seven Christmases together.”

“More if you count the years prior,” Steve pointed out. 

“Yeah, but you were always trying to pair me off with someone.” You made a face. “Mitch, can you believe these two tried to pair me off with doctors.”

Mitch laughed, “She hated the hospital.”

“I got chickenpox.” You grimaced. “No sixteen year old should have the chickenpox.”

“Well, how was I supposed to know you were in love with Javier?”

You shrugged, “It all worked out in the end.” You reached around Josie to rest your hand on Javier’s shoulder. “Can you get dessert ready, while I get Sofía down?”

“Of course, baby.” Javier nodded, scooting his chair back. 

“I’ll help,” Mitch offered. 

“He’s not bad around the kitchen.” Darla assured you. 

You scooted your chair back and grabbed Sofía out of her high chair, hauling her back to the nursery. 

Sofía was quick to fall asleep, clearly worn out after an afternoon of entertaining everyone. Josie would be quick behind her — you doubted she’d make it past dessert. 

And the sooner they both went to sleep, the sooner you and Javier could put out the gifts from Santa; and drink down the milk and eat the cookies she would leave out for him too. 

Christmas was fun as a parent. 

 ——

 “The bells have been put on Josie’s door, we’ll know if she tries to escape.” Javier told you as he quietly shut the bedroom door behind him and moved to join you in bed.

You rolled over to face him, reaching out to run your hand down his arm. “Do you think she’ll like the bike?”

“She’s been dying for one.” Javier smiled, “Santa did good.” He shifted closer to you, until his lips were mere inches from yours. “What did you get me for Christmas?”

You brushed your nose against his, “You’ll have to be a good boy and wait until the morning,” You teased as you traced your fingers over his cheek. 

“I don’t know if I’ve been good.” He retorted with a smirk as he curled his hand around your hip. 

You cupped his cheek and kissed him. “You were great today. It went so well.”

“That was all you, baby.”

“It was everyone.” You kissed him softly again. “What did you think of Mitch?”

“He’s a hell of a guy. Down to earth despite…” He made a face. “Darla’s loaded, isn’t she?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I mean, our dad was middle class. But Darla is a whole different league.”

“Did you enjoy today!”

“It was so weird to see them again,” You chewed on your bottom lip. “I think I’m going to keep in contact with them.”

“They seem like good people.”

“And I want the girls to know their aunt and uncle. Aside from Steve and Connie. I want them to have a family… a big happy family.”

“I could get used to spending Christmas like this. A full house… a full belly.”

You poked him in the gut, “That's all your pops. He cooks the best holiday dinners.”

“Yeah, he was always good about making the holidays special. You know, we always had these big extended family get togethers around the holidays.” He shrugged. 

“They’re overwhelming, but they’re fun.” You stretched your legs, reaching one over to slot in between his. “Thank you.”

“What for?”

“Being mine.”

Javier missed your forehead. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

You smiled to yourself, remembering the first time he said that to you. 

That photo album had long been filled with photos of the two of you and the family you’d made together. 

[whatisthisidefk]

The River, the Sea, and the Stars Part Five (SFW version)

They stood to bid goodbye to Dra's parents after the teapot was empty and the plate of sandwiches bare. Dra gave Therien the responsibility of repacking their bags with new supplies she gleaned from her parents, while she distributed half of her tea supply into clay jars on the kitchen shelves.

Soon, though, they slung their bags over their shoulders. Therien could almost see Dra vibrating, shifting her weight with the lashing of her tail as she turned her face to the afternoon sun that streamed across the road.

In a way, he understood. He wanted to be on the road, too, though the witches' cottage had been comfortable like a dream. He could see how easy it would be to get lost in this lazy little village among the herbs and flowers and forest.

"Merci, Mem, Din," he said. "I cannot thank you enough for your hospitality."

"Dra's talked so highly of you, for so long," said Mem, placing a hand on his arm in exactly the same way Dra often did. "I'm glad we finally met."

"So am I. I hope we can visit again when all this is over."

She patted his arm. "Here," she said, "Since you have room in your bag now, some pasties for the road. They'll stay good for a few days if you need 'em to." She handed him a parcel wrapped in a worn tea-towel, tied with yarn. Therien packed them away at the top of his satchel. They were still slightly warm, and though he'd just had lunch, his mouth watered at the scent of the herbs she must have used in baking them.

"Ready?" Dra called from the doorway, and Therien nodded.

"Let's go save Andros," he replied, and followed her into the morning.

***

They left the village behind in short order, staying on the road going westward. For a few hours, they were surrounded by thick forest on either side. Occasionally, they came to crossroads or offshoots, but each time Therien expected a clearing, there were only more trees.

He couldn't complain. The canopy provided shade, but enough sunlight made it through and dappled the ground. The road itself changed surface whenever they neared a crossroads or a settlement, but for the most part, it was well-tempered dirt and fairly even. The weather agreed with them, as well, warm but with a breeze that ruffled the leaves and made the forest whisper all around. It made for a pleasant walk, and it would have been perfect, except the silence gave Therien plenty of time to think about Andros.

As ever, the memory of Andros begging him not to follow replayed itself in his mind. But so did the sound of those chains, and the fear in his eyes. The tug in Therien's chest still pulled at him, guiding him, he imagined, though toward what, he didn't know. Was Andros in a cage somewhere, or enslaved? Was he afraid? Was he alone? Was he--

"You're quiet, even for you," Dra said, disrupting his thoughts.

Therien shook his head. He felt dizzy. "Thinking, that's all. Um...could we rest for a moment?" He slowed to a stop, swayed in place. "I feel like...not right."

She was at his side in an instant. "Here, off to the side. Sit on the grass. Easy, like that." She offered him a canteen. "Take a few sips. I'm sorry--it's been a lot."

The water helped. Therien wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. "Merci."

"Ça va?" She asked. He heard the concern in her voice and the use of French meant she worried about him somehow not having full use of his mental faculties.

Which was odd. "I'm fine, Dra," he said irritably. "What was that about?"

Her shoulders relaxed. "Sorry. I wanted to be sure you were okay. The Feywild is...it's a lot for mortals, you know? Things affect people here. You wouldn't climb a mountain without adjusting to the altitude over time, right? It's the same thing here. We just leapt in because it's urgent, but if we'd planned this, you would have come over and gone back a little at a time."

"You tell me this now?" He snorted a laugh. "It's probably all the glitter in the air. Honestly, I'm fine. I promise."

"Okay. But tell me if you feel strange again. A few minutes' rest won't make much of a difference in our journey, and you should be ready for anything."

He handed the canteen back to her after another swig and was about to agree to let her know, but they both stilled at a sound from the woods behind where they rested. He glanced sharply at her. "Did you hear something?"

She frowned. "I did. It sounded like--"

"--elp? Help? Anyone?" A querulous voice called, then, more quietly, as if to himself, "This is the worst bloody day. Help?"

Therien scrambled to his feet and, dizziness forgotten, he and Dra left the road to locate the source of the voice.

"Where are you?" called Dra as they moved through the trees. "Are you okay? Say something?"

"I'm here!" A note of hope entered the tone. "Careful of the slope by the large elm. I slipped and I'm stuck. Oh, for the love of the gods, help!"

They reached the tree in question. As they came around it, one on each side, they found a well-dressed young man thigh-deep in mud at the bottom of a depression in the forest floor. He clung to the broken limb of a tree that arced over the spot, and not far from where he was caught lay a wide-brimmed, feathered hat.

The man himself was quite obviously Fey, with icy blue skin and silver hair. He was also, Therien couldn't help but notice, very pretty. At the moment, however, those pretty features expressed a combination of annoyance and helplessness. He brightened considerably once he saw Therien.

"Ah, kind sir, lend me your aid?" He managed to bat his eyelashes and attempted to position himself in a more fetching manner, though that movement was hampered by the mud. Still, he gamely tried, and Therien couldn't help but laugh.

"Hold on," he said as he unhooked the rope from his belt. He handed one end to Dra. "Can you get this around the tree without falling in yourself?"

Dra gave a derisive snort. "My people are made for this," she stated. To the blue man, who had yet to acknowledge her, "How did you end up here, anyway? We're way off the road."

"My hat blew off," he said, with a sad glance at the offending accessory. "I chased it and almost had it, then I slipped." He pointed his chin at a swath of disturbed leaves that did indeed run from the tree to where he now waited. "I'm just glad no one was around to see that."

"Well," Therien said, bringing the man's attention back to him full force, "We'll have you out in a moment." He picked his way around to a shallower side of the depression and eyed the limb of the tree. "How secure is that, do you think?"

The man gave the branch an experimental tug. It held firm. "Seems strong to me…?"

"Good. I can use it for leverage. I'm going to throw this over the top, and you catch it. All right?" He tied the end into a large loop, big enough to go over the man's head and around his waist.

"Anything you say," said the man, a little breathlessly.

Therien glanced at Dra. "Got that end secured?"

"Yep," she replied cheerfully, with a little wave. She'd wrapped it once around the tree and braced the end in her hands. "Pull 'im out!"

He ran the rope across his back and around his forearm to his hand, then tossed the free end over the limb. "Catch!" The man grasped for it; as soon as he let go of the branch to wind his hands in the rope, he began to sink again. Therien gave him as much slack as he could without losing tension. "Get it under your hips and hold on!"

Therien pulled. At first, nothing happened, but then the man's legs began to come free with a sucking sound. Therien walked backwards to haul him out of the muck until the man could get both arms around the branch and his feet dangled in the air.

"Take up the slack, Dra," he called, and she did as he asked. It allowed him to keep his end of the rope secure as he moved closer to the man, sliding along the rope until he reached the downed limb and could put his hands out for the man to take.

After a moment, the man let go of the branch and allowed himself to fall into Therien's arms, safely away from the wet earth that had trapped him.

"Got you," said Therien.

"Yes, you do," sighed the man with a dreamy expression, "my hero."

***

Dra retrieved the hat while Therien set the man on his feet, though he seemed loath to let go of Therien quite yet. "Just a moment," he said demurely, "let me catch my breath. I'm in your debt, kind sir. Tell me, to whom do I owe my thanks?"

"Pretty sure you are the one who's supposed to introduce yourself first," Dra said dryly, which gave Therien a chance to extricate himself from the stranger's grasp.

"Oh, but of course. Where are my manners?" He bowed with a flourish. "I am Mnaer, prince of the Starlit Court. And truly, I owe you a debt of gratitude."

Dra rolled her eyes. "Oh, that makes sense on so many levels. Careful, Therien. He's got a reputation."

"My reputation is sterling," he began, then shrugged. "Actually, no, it's not. But sweet--Therien, is it?--please believe me when I say that I honor my debts. And," he added, "I have a feeling that repaying you for your help would be an utter pleasure."

"You really don't have to," Therien began, only to be cut off with a wave.

"I want to, lovely. At very least, let me buy you dinner." He seemed to notice Dra for the first time. "Both of you, of course. There's an inn not far from here. What do you say?"

Therien looked to Dra, who considered a moment. "Drinks, too?"

"I'll buy the whole inn if it helps." Mnaer's eyes returned to Therien's. "Please, allow a man a chance to express his thanks."

"All right," Therien said at last. "Dinner sounds lovely."

***

"What is that accent?" Mnaer asked once they were on the road. "I have never heard anything like it."

Therien ignored Dra's poorly covered snicker. "I'm French," he replied. "Um, from France."

"In the Mortal realm," Dra added, which seemed to startle Mnaer.

"You're a Mortal? How odd." His study of Therien took on a contemplative air. "I've never been there. Would you say something in your language?"

This was at least a conversation Therien had had many times before. Ever since he'd first gone to America, his accent had been a topic of interest. "Ah, je m'appelle Therien de Mer, et j'aime nager."

Mnaer faked a swoon. "Gorgeous. I have no idea what you said but it sounded incredible."

"I just said my name and that I like to swim." Therien shrugged. "It's just a language."

"Darling, it is not just anything. Maybe in the Mortal realm where they can't appreciate the sound of heaven, but here? The Feywild understands beauty, sweet Therien."

"Is literally everything out of your mouth some kind of flirtation?" Dra asked, irked. "Can't you see he's not interested? Gods."

As she stalked ahead, Mnaer frowned after her, nonplussed. "One never knows unless one tries," he called after her, but then he turned to Therien. "Is that true? Am I bothering you?"

Therien weighed his response carefully. "I don't mind it," he said at last. "But I am not interested in that kind of thing with anyone new."

"Oh. There's someone...not new?"

"I'm on a quest, according to what I've been told here, you see." Therien couldn't stop his soft smile. "I'm off to rescue my True Love."

Mnaer made a small sound of understanding. "She must be the fairest in the land."

"He is," said Therien with a sidelong glance. He didn't miss the way Mnaer brightened at that information. "His name is Andros."

The prince wound his arm through Therien's. "Now, this I must hear. Tell me all about him."

***

[be-the-spark-flyboy]

Bad At Love

Call It What You Want (3/?)

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Med student!Poe x reader

A/N: finallyyyyy Im gonna slowburn the shit outta this (gif not mine btw and I’m terrible at summaries)

Chapter summary: you spend your free weekend the trio. Mondays are the absolute worst.

Warning: swearing, a terrible relationship, one bad pun(that I do not regret)

Word count: ~1.6k

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“Yeah but don’t over mix it,” You instruct Finn as he siftes flour into the mixing bowl, mixing it in with the eggs and sugar.

Rey and Poe sit at the dining table, watching the two of you bake. After melting a spatula by accident, Finn had banned Rey from the kitchen for the rest of the day. Poe wasn’t allowed in from the beginning, much to his chagrin, but Finn had insisted, saying that it was the best decision, if he still wanted to have a kitchen by the end of the day.

So it was left with you and Finn. The plan was to make cookies and popcorn and watch holiday movies the whole weekend.

Usually, you would spend your weekends alone, or with Jessika, binge watching netflix shows or working. Jessika calls you boring for that, but if you went out to parties like she did, you’d probably be hiding away from everyone else anyways. So this was a much better option for you.

Rey had insisted that you spend the day with her at Finn’s place. Somehow that had turned into a sleepover and here you are in her pajamas making cookies in the kitchen. You really enjoy spending time with the three of them and you’re really glad Rey cared about you enough to practically drag your antisocial ass into their plans.

“Are you done yet?” Rey whines loudly from her seat.

“We haven’t even put it in the oven!” Finn exclaims, exasperated.

“We could just eat the cookie dough,” Poe chips in much to Reys delight but both Finn and you simultaneously shoot down the suggestion.

“Poe, you’re a med student, you should know better!” Finn adds on as Poe slumps in his seat, pouting. The truth was, you and Finn had already eaten a tiny bit of cookie dough, just to taste test. You know the children will insist on having some too, if they found out you did. “Go pick a movie to put on, at least,”

Rey perks up again, sprinting out of her seat, “Oh we’re watching Home Alone!” Poe sprints after her, yelling, “What no! We’ve watched it a million times already!”

Literal children.

The cookies turn out pretty good in the end. Finn makes Rey and Poe set up the rest of the things, just to keep them away from the kitchen.

Before you know it, you are watching Home Alone, snuggled up in a comfortable blanket with Rey. A huge warm bowl of carmel, butter popcorn sits on your lap. Peaceful and comfortable. Until Rey swipes the whole bowl from you, “I love you, but leave some for the rest of us,”

You try to snatch It back, almost practically wailing, “I made cookies for you, you evil woman,” you hear snickering from the other couch and whip your head around, screeching, “Don’t laugh at me!”

Poe completely loses it and Finn casually pushes him off when he falls in top of him laughing, while you continue glaring at them. Rey makes use of the distraction and shoves a handful of popcorn in her mouth. “We made those cookies, give me some credit too!” Finn exclaims, offended by your statement.

“Okay fine, our cookies,” you concede.

“Hey I helped too!” Rey exclaimes.

“Oh yes, the secret ingredient. One melted spatula,” you snark her.

“Oh burn! Pun intended,” Poe chimes in.

Unsurprisingly, this is how the entire evening goes. The four of you spend it bickering playfully instead of watching the movie, but you weren’t complaining.

—-

Poe Dameron hated being alone, more than anything. Once, he was a kid, who had parents who loved him and a place he called home. Then suddenly he was moving to live with his godmother in an entirely different state, in a big house that just never felt like home. But at least he had Finn and Rey.

Then he’d gone to college and Finn and Rey had gotten together. They weren’t big on PDA or anything. They never did anything to make Poe feel uncomfortable or left out. But Poe couldn’t help but feel like an intruder sometimes. Somedays he’d catch them in the couch together, cuddling, watching a movie at night. And he’d just slink along the dark and shut himself in his room without uttering a single word to them. Intruder.

In a way, he had always been jealous of them. It had always been Finn and Rey, even before he became part of their duo. He just wanted to have a bond like theirs with someone. Someone who would be willing to put him before anybody else. He wanted to be the first person someone would run to if they have a problem or the first person someone would call when they have a piece of happy news to share. He wanted to be someone’s first choice, to belong with someone.

But somehow, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t even come close to finding something like that. He’d had his fair share of bad relationships, in his rush to find that someone. He had so much to give, no one to give to.

“Hello?” Carefully manicured fingers snap infront of his face. Poe startles slightly. Great, he zoned out again. “You’re not even listening to me,” Sarah leans back into her chair, displeasure etched on her face.

“No no, I’m listening. Just tired,” he takes a swig of his coffee.

Whatever he has with Sarah, he knew it wouldn’t last. They don’t work together and he was aware of it. But at this point, having something felt better than nothing. He knew she didn’t love him. If she did, Poe would’ve given anything to make it work.

Yes, he was aware of how desperate he sounded.

“Yeah, whatever,” she dismisses him with a wave. “You wanna go back to my place for the night?” A sultry smile spreads in her face, fingers lacing with his, on top of the table. Sarah was a good girlfriend sometimes. She’d buy him coffee, ask him how his day was, be nice to him. But that was only if she wanted something in return.

Poe sighs heavily, “I can’t tonight. Sorry babe,” babe. It sounds so fake to his own ears. There was once when the endearment felt sweet on his tongue, and he wanted to say it, every chance he got. Now, it feels like a lie. Like he’s fooling himself.

Warm fingers withdraw from his, and the smile slips right off her face. “Alright then,” her words are clipped, nothing like the tone used on a lover. Sarah collects her belongings from the table, her cup of coffee lays half-empty beside his. “Have fun, studying,” She snaps, rising from her seat abruptly, and marching out of the coffee shop. Poe doesn’t try to stop her.

He hasn’t been over to her place in weeks. He wasn’t actually busy tonight, he just didn’t want to go. He hadn’t wanted to for some time. Maybe he was finally sick of his own girlfriend treating him like, as Finn liked to call it, a booty call. Blowing up his phone when she felt like it, then leaving him high and dry for as long as she wanted after that. Finn just doesn’t understand why Poe would let himself be treated like that. To be honest, Poe doesn’t as well.

—-

Mondays suck. You particularly hate this monday, after the sleepover you had at Finn’s over the weekend. The four of you had passed out on the couch that night, crashing from sugar high after eating way too many cookies and popcorn for just four people. Although Finn still insists it was just the right. You had so much fun nonetheless.

Your professor’s droning had already put half the people in the lecture hall to sleep. You try your best to stay awake, although you know you are fighting a losing battle. The guy beside you had long since given up, it seems. His head is resting on the table and he is fast asleep.

You had managed to spend an entire semester not uttering a single word to the guy who had been sitting next to you for literally every single lecture. That was how bad you were at making friends. Maybe you had smiled at the tall, dark haired dude, once, at the beginning of the semester, but that was it.

Maybe part of the reason he chose to sit beside you was because he was just as quite as you. He mostly kept to himself. Occasionally you’d see him talk to one or two people here and there, but that was it. You weren’t complaining, really. You were perfectly content with finishing the whole semester without uttering a single word to him. But it seemed your professor had a different plan.

Your professor slams his palm on the front desk to get everyone’s attention. A few figures jump at the sudden noise and a few others groan, but everyone was awake.

“I know the topic is a little dry but come on, guys,” he says. “I’m making an announcement about the final assessment, at least pay attention to that,” Your professor was pretty cool. He was willing to go above and beyond for anyone who asked for help although the lectures literally bored everyone to hell. You fish out your notebook from your bag, ready to jot down whatever he was going to say. “The final assessment, will be done in pairs,” In pairs? Why had god abandoned you? Who were you going to ask? You didn’t know anyone in the class. You take it back, your professor was not cool.

Thankfully before you could start going partner hunting, the guy beside you turns to face you and he asks, “Hey, would you mind pairing up with me for this assignment?” You don’t hesitate before agreeing, relieved by the turn of events.

He flashes you a smile, “I’m Ben Solo,”

—-

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[effable-ineffability]

Can I ask for some fight & separation followed by decades of Crowley engaging in self destructive behavior and decades of intense loneliness and longing on the angel’s part? Angsty angst being angstified? Or if you already have a similar fic... a link would do lol.

uh oh all right here’s some real angst and i am here for it and i have no apologies

this is gonna be in two parts, because one for crowley, and one for aziraphale, and also because apparently i have no self-control.  but also, if you know anything about me, you know i cannot not do happy endings so don’t worry too much ok

** content warning for implied drugs and sex, and very much not-implied alcohol

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the place we used to love : part one

[read on ao3]

There was a drink in one hand, and something very hot in his other.  Crowley blinked, and realized that his cigarette had burned down to his fingers and was dutifully trying to turn those to ash as well.  He smothered it in the ashtray - well, near the ashtray at least - and drained the drink. It was refilled a moment later by the attentive bartender.

“Didn’t even - ” he hiccuped slightly, “ - even matter, ‘n th’ end.”  He waved his drink around. “S’not nonsense, I told ‘im. Is, he said.  ‘nd so I left, walked out.” Another hiccup, and he took a swig before he could spill the fresh drink.  “S’idiot. He is. Massive idiot. Massive, big ol’ idiot. Prat.” He pat his pockets with his empty hand.  “Where’re my smokes?” They were sitting in front of him. He pulled one out of the crumpled pack and put it between his lips.  “You ever fall ‘n love witha idiot before?” He tried to light the cigarette, and missed three times before the bartender took pity and lit it for him.  “Thanks. Idiot! Can’t believe… who’s he to say - ” another hiccup, “ - nonsense? He doesn’t even know. Doesn’t know. Can’t possibly know.”

The pub had closed an hour ago, but Crowley had refused to leave.  His head was swimming with the alcohol he had drank in startling excess, he kept seeing the bartender morph into twins and triplets, and he wasn’t even sure if she was real anymore.  No, the only part of his brain that wasn’t completely drowning reminded him, she must be real, because she just lit your cigarette.

“Idiot,” he mumbled, ashing near the ashtray and draining his drink again.

The bartender - her name was Ash, which Crowley was fairly certain he had made a joke about at some point within the last couple hours after his somethingth cigarette - hadn’t said much for the last hour while she had been cleaning up.  Ash had tried to get Crowley to leave when they closed, offering to call him a taxi to get him home safe; but he had laughed and said he had nowhere to go, and didn’t want to go there anyway. So she had allowed him to stay and continue drinking, mostly for fear of what he might do if he went out on his own.  (It had been the last coherent thing Crowley was able to do, miracling up a reason in Ash’s mind to let him stay. Seeing as how he couldn’t even light a cigarette now, he was glad she didn’t seem to think anything was amiss.)

“Husband?” she asked carefully when Crowley finally fell silent.  “Or boyfriend?” As far as she could tell, this redheaded man in sunglasses had stomped into the pub some four hours ago, threw himself onto a stool at the bar, and began a tirade that lasted well past closing time about a man he was in love with who was, if he was to be believed, an idiot; this supposed idiot had disagreed about something nondescript - she wasn’t able to get this answer out of the drunk man; something about work? - and walked out.  Or maybe the redhead had walked out. She wasn’t really clear on the details, despite having listened to the story for hours, because they seemed to keep changing.

Crowley snorted.  “Neither. Jussa idiot.”

“You clearly care about him a lot,” she persisted.

“But he doesn’t, see?  Doesn’t care. Nonsense.  Said nonsense.”

Ash sighed, and leaned on the bar to level a steady glance at him.  “Look, …er, I didn’t catch your name.”

“Crowley,” he said.

“All right.  Look, Crowley.  This idiot of yours, you clearly care about him.  Quite a bit. So don’t you think it would benefit you to talk to him about this?”

Crowley laughed, but was unfortunately halfway through a drag from the cigarette, and ended up coughing the smoke back up.  “Talk to him?” he repeated, gasping for air. “S’stupid! What’m I s’posed to say?”

“Tell him you love him,” Ash said simply.

He slammed his glass down; it shattered, and Ash leapt back with a cry of surprise.  Crowley’s glasses had slipped down his nose, and for the first time, she saw his eyes.  What struck her most wasn’t the slit pupils, or even the inhuman color - it was the overwhelming pain of loss that sliced right to her core.  “Weren’t you listening?” he spat, his anger not directed at her, but instead at everything around him.  “I did! S’what started all this.”

(one year later)

Crowley sat down on his regular stool, already with a cigarette balancing between his lips.  He was wearing a slinky dress the color of an expensive port, and his hair was in slightly frizzy waves around his shoulders.  One of his sleek, black heels was scuffed, but his jewelry was all flawless gold. He made an indistinct wave, and Ash swept over a second later with a glass of his preferred whiskey.  “That’s a nice dress,” she remarked, “looks good with your hair.” Then, gently, she asked, “How’re you feeling tonight?”

He rubbed his head slightly, and drained the glass in one without moving the cigarette.  “High,” he said simply. “Dunno on what. Probably shouldn’t be drinking. Leave the bottle.”

She did so, but didn’t leave.  “Still haven’t heard from him?”

“Am I supposed to?” he snapped.

“Do you want to?” she asked instead.

“Stupid question.”  He poured himself another glass, and drained it as well.  “Wanted to dance tonight,” he said instead. “Rain fucked up my hair.”

“Your make-up’s still flawless,” Ash offered in consolation.

He scoffed.  “Course it is.”  He poured a third glass, but just held this one for the moment.  With a sigh, he motioned with his free hand, and Ash obediently produced a lighter to light his cigarette for him.  “Figured I’d wait it out here,” he said, leaving a trail of smoke behind as he motioned to the front windows.

“I can fix your hair for you, before you leave, if you’d like.”

“How’s that?”

“I’m leaving for the airport after work, so I’ve got my bags here with me.  Hair dryer, hair spray, brushes, all packed up. I can dig ‘em up for you, though.”

Crowley found himself smiling.  “You’re sweet.”

Ash smiled lightly in return.  “Happy to help.”

Two hours later, when the rain had let up, however, Ash found Crowley being chatted up by a rather drunk businessman.  Crowley was playing along, all coy giggles and sidelong glances. Ash gave the two appropriate distance, and watched - a little disappointed - as Crowley took the man’s hand and tugged him through the crowds of people towards the back door.  Just before they both disappeared through it, Crowley caught Ash’s eye and gave her a little wink. Ash sighed.

Ten minutes later, Crowley reentered the building, hair properly mussed up, dress sliding off of one shoulder, and wiping the corner of his mouth ungracefully.  He slipped into an “employees only” back room, where Ash followed a moment later.

“You know,” she said, reaching over to pull his hair back from his face as he retched into a trashcan, “there are nicer ways of coping.”

“Ssh,” he hissed at her, spitting something that she didn’t want to see, then leaning on his arms braced on either side of the trashcan.

“More drugs?” she asked, tying his hair into a messy but effective ponytail with a spare hair tie she had retrieved from her purse fifteen minutes ago.

“Have to ask?”

“Your knees are dirty.”

“So?”

“You’re going to get hurt one of these days.”

Crowley didn’t respond immediately.  In fact, he didn’t respond at all. He straightened, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and gave Ash a look that said, quite plainly, They can try.

(seven years later)

“How’s the wife?” Crowley asked.

“Pregnant!” Ash said happily.  “Oh, I haven’t seen you all week, we just found out a few days ago.”

“Congrats,” he said, raising his glass in a toast, then emptied it.  “And the boyfriend?”

“Leaving for France in the morning.  Sophie and I are going to miss him, but we’re going to visit next month, so it won’t be so bad.”  She lit his cigarette. “And you? How’s things?”

He shrugged and was quiet for a moment before saying, very softly, “Thought I saw him today.”

Ash had been halfway through rinsing some glasses, but stopped and turned back to Crowley.  “Did you?” she asked carefully. He hadn’t mentioned anything about his lost love in three years.

The hand holding his cigarette was also now tangled in his hair.  “Thought I did. Wasn’t him.” He reached up with his other hand and rubbed at his eyes under his glasses.  Ash caught a glimpse of deep, purple bags.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured.

“Don’t be.  Hasn’t even been a decade.  He’s a stubborn bastard. He’s gonna make me wait.”

(four years later)

“You’re bleeding.”  Ash passed Crowley a rag.  “Another fight?”

He tugged his sleeve up and wrapped the rag around his forearm before Ash could see the wound properly.  “Yeah,” he said.

“You shouldn’t drink when you’re bleeding.”

“Shouldn’t drink when I’m high either, but that never stopped me.”  He took the bottle from her and took a swig directly from it.

“Bad day?” she guessed gently.

He sneered, setting the bottle down.  “What gave it away?”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Do I ever?”

“Sometimes.”

Crowley sighed, leaning forward until his head hit the bottle.  “I saw him today.”

“Actually him?”

“Actually him.  He was… sitting on our— on the bench.  At the park. Feeding ducks.”

“Oh.”

“S’moved on, hasn’t he.  Doing the things we used to do, but alone.  Moved on.”

“Or he’s missing you.”

“Course he doesn’t miss me.  Twelve bloody years, and not a word.”

“You haven’t talked to him either.”

He swung the bottle at her lightly, with no real threat.  “Get outta here with your logic. Gimme a glass. Don’t need to pass out til I find someone willing to punch me.”

(eight years later)

Crowley stood outside the building, smoking, as the rain cascaded down around him.  He was dressed simply, a sleek V-neck shirt and his favorite leather pants with dark snakeskin boots.  There was a bruise on his neck, and bandages wrapped around his left arm.

“Sorry I’m late,” Ash panted, hurrying up to him and lowering her umbrella as she joined him under the awning.  “Sophie’s appointment ran late, and then we had to get Lily to her friend’s house.”

“S’fine,” he mumbled.  “How’s Sophie?”

Ash mustered up a smile.  “She’s doing all right. Better than she should be, according to the doctor, so we’re being optimistic.”

Crowley looked her up and down.  The years had taken their toll on her, but he could still see the same fresh-out-of-college girl that had let him stay past closing all those years ago.  She was thinner than he thought she should be, but he knew she wasn’t eating much with the stress she was under. “Good,” he said simply.

They stood in silence while Crowley continued smoking.  As he was just about done, Ash cleared her throat. “How are you, then?”

He gave her a brittle smile.  “You don’t want to hear about that.”

“It’s been twenty years, Crowley.  If I didn’t want to hear about that, I would have kicked you out a decade ago.”

Twenty years.  Twenty years since the last time he had spoken to Aziraphale.  He flicked the cigarette butt into the street, and rubbed his head.  “M’not good,” he admitted.

“I know.”  She took him by the arm, and led him into the pub.

It was empty.  It had closed for good sometime last week, and was going to be demolished tomorrow.  But Ash - sentimental thing that she was - had insisted on pouring him one more drink.  She sat him down in his usual, well-worn stool, and slipped behind the bar, shrugging her coat off and setting her bag and umbrella down.  “I brought something special for this evening,” she said, reaching into her bag and pulling out two bottles. “For you, the same whiskey you drank that first night I met you.”  She set it down in front of him, along with a glass. “And for me, the same wine you gave me and Sophie for our wedding. Took me a while to track both of these down, but I thought they’d be appropriate.”

Crowley nodded, the slightest of smiles still tugging at the corners of his mouth.  “Thanks,” he said.

She opened both bottles and poured a drink them each a drink; they sipped in silence.  Ash noted that Crowley looked more exhausted than usual. Twenty years, and he still looked exactly the same, but the exhaustion was something to see in more subtle ways.  The slope of his shoulders. The bruises under his eyes. The shake in his hands. “So,” she said.

“Can’t stay away anymore,” Crowley said; apparently, that was all the prompt he needed.  “S’been torture. Drugs, alcohol, sex, violence… it numbs it all for a while, but then everything just comes back.  How’m I supposed to ignore something when it won’t go away?” He laughed a little. “Pain’s still here, twenty years later.  Figured, if it’s still here now, it really isn’t going anywhere, is it? So fuck it, what else can I lose, right? Gonna get drunk,” he raised his glass in acknowledgement, “and gonna march right up to his stupid shop, and gonna give ‘im a piece of my mind.”

“Good.”  Ash said this firmly with a single nod.  She had waited damn near twenty years for Crowley to get to this point, and was glad he was finally here.  “You’ll let me know how it goes?”

He snorted, and held his glass out towards her.  “Babe, you’re along for the ride, aren’t you?”

She tapped her glass to his with a smile.  “Glad to be here.”

[currahee-gal]

If you wrote anything George Luz, Joe Liebgott, or Joe Toye I would be forever happy :)

Oof tough choice, they’re all great! I’m going to go with my sweet boy, Joe Toye. Sorry this took a hot second to write, I’ve had a bit of a tough weekend but I won’t trouble you with the details. Writing this did cheer me up, though! I listened to “Oh, Pretty Woman” by Roy Orbinson while writhing this so if you want to listen to it while reading, be my guest. (also this turned out to be a lot longer than I intended it to be but oh well). Enjoy!

Only For You

Pairing: Joe Toye x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, slight jealous!Joe, soft!Joe, some swearing. I think that’s it.

Word count: 1578 (sorry it’s a bit long)

He would never admit it, but Joe Toye had the biggest crush on you. The moment he saw you in line for dinner one of the first nights at Toccoa, he fell. Hard. You had sat next across from him that night and had sparked up a conversation with him about your mutual dislike towards your commanding officer. Since then, you both have remained close. You were so intelligent and level headed, yet you had spunk that could rival Nixon at times. Not to mention you were incredibly sweet and caring towards others. And that smile, Jesus Christ, that smile. Everytime you smiled, he just about died.

Of course, you didn’t know that he felt like this, but the entire company knew. All of Easy company’s men were sick and tired of him beating around the bush. So, a plan was hatched. 

It was one of the few times that Sobel hadn’t revoked everyone’s weekend passes, so the men were released from the confines of camp to have a night on the town.

Joe sat up at a bar with Bill Guarnere, George Luz, and Donald Malarkey.

“And so I took ‘em.” George finished his story, sipping his beer languidly.

“You took his pants?” Bill quirked a brow at his friend.

“Yep.”

“All of ‘em?” Joe chuckled.

“Absolutely.” George nodded.

“Well where’d ya put ‘em?” Malarkey asked, sitting on the edge of his seat. George shrugged, looking preoccupied as he checked his watch.

“Well I wanted to hide them so he couldn’t find, but hiding them with my stuff seemed too obvious… so I put ‘em at the bottom of Perconte’s foot locker.” George snickered.

“That’s why Webster isn’t comin’ out tonight? Because he ain’t got no pants?” Bill hooted in laughter, the other men joining him. George nodded, taking another sip from his beer.

“You are too much, Luz.” Joe said, shaking his head.

“Hey, he was the one who hid my P.T. gear and left me no choice but to run Currahee in full gear. He thought he was so funny, seeing me sweat my ass off. Who’s Mr. Funny Guy now, huh?” George muttered. He was about to say something else but was cut off by a loud cheer from behind him. The group of men turn to see you walk into the bar, a smile spread across your face.

Joe felt himself blush. For the first time he saw you out of P.T. gear and green jumpsuits. Tonight you wore your dress greens, your skirt stopping just above the knee and he thought your hair was done up real nice. You smiled and waved as you started to walk towards him, but you were suddenly swept away by Skip.

“Hey, Y/N, wanna play some pool? They’ve got a table and everything.” He said, throwing an arm over your shoulder and guided you to the other side of the bar.

“Aw, Skip, I’d love to, but I don’t know how to pla-” You tried to explain but Skip insisted.

“Sure you know how, I’ll teach you. Come on, the table is right over there.” Skip pushed you along, but before he could disappear into the crowd, he threw a very obvious wink over his shoulder and a thumbs up.

Joe sighed and took a swig of his drink. He was so close to spending the evening with you. Now, there you were playing pool with Skip. He should be the one playing pool with you. Not Skip. He bet that Skip could barely play pool, Joe would be a much better teacher. Joe glanced at the guys to see that they were all staring at him expectantly.

“What? Do I got somethin’ on my face?” Joe’s hand went to wipe his face.

“When are you gonna tell her?” Bill grinned.

“Tell her? Tell her what? I have no idea what the hell your talkin’ about, Guarnere.” Joe sputtered out. George smiled.

“You like her.” He said in a teasing tone, slowly reaching out to poke him. Joe swatted his hand away.

“Touch me and I cut it off.” Joe snarled.

“Someone’s suddenly very defensive.” Malarkey observed, making Joe shoot him a look.

Then he glanced over at you. You were watching Skip play out his turn. She looked up from Skip to meet Joe’s eyes. He immediately averted his gaze back to his drink.

“So when are you going to ask her out?” George was practically buzzing. Joe scoffed.

“I’m not.”

“What do ya mean your not? You crazy?” Bill exclaimed, gesturing to you across the room. “She’s totally into you, how can you not see that?”

“Don’t point, she’ll see!” Joe hissed, his eyes flicking frantically between his friend and you at the pool table. Bill threw his arm down.

“Do you want me to ask her for you?” Bill smirked.

“Dear God, please no.” Joe paled

“I’ll do it.”

“Fuck, Guarnere, I swear to Christ-“

“Hey Y/N!” Bill called over the crowd. You averted your gaze up to Bill. “C’mere! I gotta tell ya somethin’.”

Before you could make your way over, Joe leaped from his bar stool to meet you halfway. There was no way he was going to let Guanere ruin this for him.

“Hey Joe! How’re you doin?” You giggles at his eagerness. He shrugged.

“Oh not too bad, wanna go for a walk? It’s kinda stuffy in here.”

“But Bill said he-“

“Aw forget about ‘im. It was stupid anyway, c’mon.” He gently grabbed your hand and lead you through the crowd and out of the bar.

Once you both were outside, the sudden change from the sounds of the busy bar to the almost deafeningly peace outside made you both laugh.

“So how’d you like pool?” Joe quiried, slowly starting to make his way down the sidewalk. You shrugged, walking close behind him.

“It’s alright, I guess. Skip isn’t really that great at explaining stuff. I was kinda glad Bill called me over when he did. Skip had just explained the rules and I still didn’t have a clue as to how to play.” You laughed, making Joe smile.

“If you want me to, I could teach you sometime?” Joe blurted out without really thinking. He cleared his throat and shrugged. “I mean, only if you want to, of course. Or I could teach you poker? You like card games? I know a ton of card games we could-”

“Joe?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay? You seem a bit nervous.”

“Me? No. You?”

“Not when I’m with you, I’m not.” You blushed as the words left your mouth. Joe blamed the color rising in your cheeks on the cold breeze. It had to be.

“Are you cold? Do you want my jacket?” He made quick work of taking his jacket off before you could protest.

“Joe, it’s fine I’m not-oh!” He wrapped the jacket around your shoulders, the article of clothing practically swallowing you. You flushed a deeper red, pulling the coat closer to you. “Thanks Joe.”

“My pleasure.” He smiled. Out of the blue he leans in and pecks your cheek.

Your eyes go wide and stare at him in shock as he pulls away. His eyes are just as wide, his hand going to cover his mouth.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know where that came from.” He whispered so quickly you had to strain to hear him. But you did.

“Is big bad Joe Toye goin’ soft?” You teased with a smirk blooming on your lips, poking him his chest with your index finger. He chuckled, shrugging and stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Only for you.”

You smiled at his words. In a moment of bravery, you took a step closer to him, leaned up and pecked him softly on the lips with your palms laying against his broad chest. You felt him freeze for a moment, but it was just for a moment. He wrapped his right arm around your waist, pulling you as close as he could, and his left hand cupped you cheek affectionately. When you pulled away, you were both smiling. His faltered for a moment.

“Don’t tell the guys. Not yet anyway. It’s just, they’d-”

He was cut off by hooting and hollering coming from the bar. You both whipped your heads to see Malarkey, Luz, Guarnere, Skip, Penkala, and several others at the porch step of the bar cheering and whistling.

“Yeeeaah Joe!”

“‘S ‘bout time!”

“Atta boy!”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little as you lean your head on his chest with a sigh.

“Looks like they already know.” He shrugged at your words.

“Well now that they know, wanna remind them?”

You glanced up at him, quirking a brow.

“What?-” He cut you off with a searing kiss. His hands held your waist gently to hold you in place while you threw your hands around his neck. You smiled into the kiss before pulling away.

“A reminder or a warning?” You whispered, your lips still lingering on his. He smirked, pressing a kiss to your jaw before whispering back.

“Let them decided that.” A kisses on your cheek. “Let’s see,” a kiss to temple. “Who’s brave enough,” a kiss to your forehead. “To mess with,” a kiss to your nose. “My,” a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Girl.” he finishes by pressing a peck to your lips.

“Your girl?” You smirk.

“My girl.” He smiled.

“I like the sound of that.”

[georgecrecy]

Charlie 5

“Ladies and Gentlemen! Ruffians and thieves from across the galaxy! Welcome, one and all, to the renowned fighting pits of the Hub!” The roar of the announcer bounced several times off of the surrounding rock, but the echoes were quickly squashed by the cacophony of hundreds of responding voices. The announcer held up all four of his arms to quiet the crowd from his position in the announcer’s box, his figure repeated by the massive screens which floated and circled the massive ceiling of the arena, projected by hovering transmit-a-bots.

With the noise of the many excited members of various species quieted down, his booming voice continued, “What an exciting lineup for the bouts today, with creatures and monsters from hundreds of worlds, all ready and rearing for a fight against our champions of the arena! Place your final bets, for now the fights shall begin! Send out the main event!”

Again, the arena erupted into roars, claps, and screeches as the many stands packed to the rafters all emphatically replied, many motioning for the betting girls to tally their last minute bets as they referenced their combi-pads. But all took note as a gate at the far end of the arena floor opened, and the seats shook in response to the pounding of heavy feet as a humongous bellow reverberated into the very core of everyone present. A huge, lizard-like monster thundered its way into the arena, and after an overawed moment of silence, the arena again erupted into frenzied applause. The thick scales were scored in places by fresh scars, and several drops of blood from the freshest of gashes, which glinted in the light cast down by the floodlights above. It roared again in challenge as another gate opened on the far side.

The green-uniformed and cat-like officer immediately found the grungy tavern he had just stepped into to be quite disgusting. The crackling and barely working lights could only hide so much of the grime and dirt which festooned every surface. His sensitive nose sniffed the air, and he could immediately tell that it had been a while since an inspector had visited the kitchens too, given the stench of mold and decay that wafted from that area. He was glad that his only need for being in here was sitting at the bar, slumped and nursing a glass of unknown but probably very alcoholic liquid.

Slipping delicately into the stained seat next to the dejected figure, he motioned away the tired-looking waitress, who pursed her purple lips disapprovingly and continued on to attend the few others in the room. The officer’s ears seemed to scan the room like twitchy radar dishes as his yellow eyes focused on the human seated next to him, inspecting the orange jumpsuit which had obviously long been in need of a wash. In a smooth voice the officer said, “You haven’t been taking care of yourself, James.”

Slowly looking up from the drink clutched in both hands, James looked up with bloodshot eyes over an unkempt beard at the officer beside him. Suppressing a belch, the miner replied as he looked back to his drink again, “Colonel Eahn, what bruh... brings a Colonel of the Vlexeene Guard to these parts?”

The Colonel’s eyes narrowed, but they betrayed pity in their yellow depths, “You do, James. Princess Saevi was heartbroken when she received news about Charlie, but she was even more heartbroken when you refused her calls. It’s not good form to keep a princess on hold, you know.”

James took another swig from his glass, and mumbled under his breath, which the sharp ears of the Colonel heard him utter, “Didn’t feel like talking.” The Colonel continued, “His Majesty called for a damn day of mourning for that big lug and you. When you didn’t show up for the proceedings, the Princess didn’t come out of her room for two days. The Queen Mother, the stars bless her, fretting about and suddenly being snappish to the servants. We are all worried about you, James. Your many friends are too, if your inbox messages are anything to go by.”

James, jolted as if by an electric shock, turned sharply to look at Colonel Eahn, though his eyes were unfocused and bleary, “How’d’you get in my mail, you nosy prick?” The Vlexeene merely smirked, ignoring the insult as he twirled a finger in his moustache. “Call it a friend’s prerogative, that and I had to track you down somehow. The king was breathing down my neckfur to find you, so I had my IT division hack into your accounts. That doesn’t matter though, what does matter is I have some news you need to hear, and we need you sober, come along now.” Throwing a few credits onto the counter, the Vlexeene grabbed the miner’s dirty jumpsuit and hauled him up from his seat, almost reeling at the heavy smell of sweat and cheap alcohol. James put up a bit of resistance, but the senior guardsman cuffed him a bit and sent him stumbling out the door. For the few patrons inside, most of which had been watching the two with interest, with their entertainment now gone were left to continuing their murmured conversations between themselves as the lights above crackled.

Outside in the comparatively bright sunlight, two more Vlexeene guardsmen flanked a jumpcar parked near the door, their uniform and chest insignia showing them to be of a junior rank. Both came to attention as the two exited, and both also wrinkled their sensitive noses in disgust at what the Colonel had brought out. He motioned to them for help, and James was quickly settled into the backseat in a drunken stupor. They found their own places in the car as the pilot Vlexeene punched in a set of coordinates. Once the air controls had been set to vent the overpowering stench, the jumpcar shot into the air almost vertically before joining the teeming mass of other air traffic. They headed towards the far side of the city, where a sea of large freighters and other ships were moored in their respective dockings. As they closed the distance, they could see that many of the ships swarmed with activity as goods and passengers were transported on and off, and dock workers worked in an orderly chaos, looked over by their foremans shouting out orders, or reprimands for those trying to get a lazy moment in.

The Vlexeene jumpcar set down in a quieter docking port where a brown, battered mining freighter sat moored. The colonel exited the jumpcar while the two junior guardsmen dragged the semi-unconscious figure of James out of the backseat. The four then proceeded to the ship, entering through a port which opened when the Colonel put his clawed paw up against the hand scanner to the right of the airlock door.

Through the bowels of the ship, the Vlexeene maneuvered their drunken cargo until they reached the spartan crew quarters, which at that moment was uncharacteristically strewn with dirty laundry and empty bottles. The two guardsmen set the miner down on the bed, and were glad to leave the smelly room and their charge when the Colonel motioned them away. He made sure James was comfortable, and then headed towards the cockpit, in part to get some coffee and wait for his friend to wake as much as to get away from the smell.

Several hours passed before James finally woke to the beautiful smell of coffee nearby, as well as a severe pounding in his head like he was using his old jackhammer on his own skull. Moaning in pain, he sat up from his bed. Getting up was just as painful, but he pushed past it and turned toward the head, his feet sending bottles careening. He was startled by a familiar voice which stated, “When you’re done in there, I got some proper victuals for you.” James swiveled unsteadily to see the green-clad Eahn sipping coffee as he leaned on the doorway to the cockpit, his eyes glinting with humor. The grizzled miner grumbled and continued on to his much-needed destination.

His head still pounding, James returned to the crew quarters, where the Colonel was waiting at the fold-out table. A steaming plate made from a carb-heavy food pack and a cup of coffee waited in the empty spot opposite the officer. James sat down and dug in hungrily, not looking at the Colonel at all, who continued to sip at his own cup. After a minute, the Colonel piped up to break the silence, “You know, you have to tell me where you supply your coffee. Since you humans introduced us to it, I’ve developed quite a taste, but we get the worst brew at HQ; it tastes terrible. This stuff is quite nice.” James continued to scarf the food down instead of answering, and the Colonel could only look on in pity. The man he had met during the festivities at the return of Princess Saevi to his grateful people was bright and cheery, always flanked by his gargantuan friend. They had developed a friendship when they had worked together on several mutual operations. The person now in front of him seemed but a broken shell in comparison.

He shook his head, and continued, “Look, I’m here on more than just royal business, my friend. I’m also here because of an investigation I’ve been looking into recently. To put it succinctly, it’s about Charlie.”

James slammed his spoon down on the table with a clatter, and stood up abruptly, startling the Colonel. Reaching out a paw, Eahn tried to object, “James, please don’t-” James grunted out as he stomped to the cockpit door, “He’s gone. Don’t you be darin’ to bring ‘im up. Thanks for the food, now get goin’.” As he put his hand on the door frame, the miner heard his furry friend quietly say, “I think he’s alive.”

James rounded on the Colonel, almost screaming at the top of his lungs with tears streaming down from already red-rimmed eyes, “I WATCHED HIM DIE, YOU FUR-FACED BASTARD! THEY KILLED ‘IM RIGHT IN FRONT O’ ME! HE AIN’T EVER COMIN’ BACK!” His shoulders slumped down as his head hung low from his expended fury. Colonel Eahn saw frustration, anger, and grief in his human friend’s eyes that he knew went deep, and he hoped to all in the heavens that he wasn’t wrong about what he had discovered. He shook his head again and stubbornly continued, “I think you saw a show, James. A horrid show, but only a show. Please, sit down and let me explain.”

He could see James shaking, trying to control an indeterminate rage. After several moments, the miner slowly made his way back to his seat across from the Colonel, his hands clenching and unclenching as he stared intently at the table. The Colonel nodded and cleared his throat. “Several days after we heard about… about it, I looked into the company. With all my years as a guardsman, I could tell that nothing about it’s operations seemed legitimate. I had my men look into the Adrax Laboratory, for one, and it seems they never received a Tilluxian for study.”

James’ intent stare swiftly switched to look right into the yellow eyes of the officer, who returned the stare as he continued on, “Leads dried up quickly after that. One of the doctors I thought might help and his family completely disappeared. I got the sense that someone found out about our little investigation and began to clean up. Several weeks passed with nothing. However, I was getting reports from Red Division, our intergalactic piracy task force? They were hearing about a brand new attraction in the Hub pits. Those blighters are always looking for something new for their short attention spans, and a few months ago they seemed to have found something big. From what our informants have been telling us, it’s a recently acquired Tilluxian Dragon.”

James now had the chance to narrow his eyes at the Colonel. “I knew that desk job was gonna set that mind to jelly, you fat, furry idjit. That could be any Tilluxian.” The Colonel straightened the front of his jacket as he scowled across the table. “I know you’re hurting right now James, but less of your insults would be appreciated. Now I am fully aware that Charlie isn’t the only Tilluxian Dragon in the universe, but there is a connection. The Vice President of Operations of Southtech, Crassus Jaul - who I believe you’ve had the displeasure of meeting - has reportedly been in contact with Takrex. The Lord Takrex. We’ve been trying to pin down that elusive Narx Rat for years. Financial records we obtained also seem to show a substantial sum going into Jaul’s personal accounts through various shell corporations around the time of Charlie’s execution. It took us three months just to discover that convoluted combi-trail, let me tell you, but we are sure it must be a payments from Takrex.”

The ears of the Colonel twitched in annoyance at the sound of more bottles sent scattering as James stood up abruptly and began to pace across the decking. Eahn could see that James’s mind was racing. His grief and anger had now been replaced by confusion, and for the first time in several months of guilt and helplessness, there was an inkling of hope. James then stopped abruptly as if stopped in thought, and again Eahn was startled when James careened towards the cockpit door in a flurry.

Before Eahn had fully gotten out of his seat, cursing when he nearly spilled the hot coffee down his impeccable front, James had returned to the common area with a combi-pad in hand. “Here! Here it is! This has to be important! Surely you can figure it out, you and your smartypants IT folks.” Eahn stood rather dumbly in response, hesitantly taking the combi-pad that James had been waving in his direction. Confusedly, he said, “Have what, James? What is on here?” The Colonel noticed the screen was covered in oil streaks from lots of use, and several parts were rather stained with questionable food or drink stains.

“Well, I got a head on my shoulders Colonel, I made a copy of all the documents those bastards sent me when I was doin’ their dirty work for ‘em. I can’t make heads or tails of all the accoutin’ stuff, but I know enough that a few things seem out o’ place in the inventories and order receipts for the Vashas, for instance. I just can’t put my finger on the rest of it.”

Eahn gingerly wiped the very dirty screen with his sleeve before opening several documents already cued up. Inventories, accounting records of several outstanding accounts, order receipts, mining survey reports, and a host of other records flashed by in a whir before Eahn had a chance to sit down and begin to translate the mess. He soon noticed issues with the breakdown reports of the mining equipment used by the Vashas, and the portfolio of the Yallarian colony just didn’t add up in his head. Looking up from the reports, he saw that James had seated himself on the edge of his bunk, leaning forward in anticipation and eyes that bored into the yellow slitted pools of the Colonel once he had looked up.

“Well James, I certainly agree that something is wrong with these operations, and these aren’t the only ones I’ve seen to be similarly ‘fishy,’ as you humans are apt to say. I’ll send these on to some agents of ours in the Guard, they might have some luck at deciphering this convoluted mess, but with any luck this might help us. In the meantime, whether or not it is our mutual friend, I believe we have a big lizard to save.”

James’ taciturn face, which had seemingly been stuck on that setting for months now, finally broke out in a wide smile.

He had done this sort of thing one or two times before, but he could never consider the earpiece to be comfortable. It was designed with Vlexeene ears in mind, so it didn’t quite fit right in his own human ear canal, where every step would send a dull and uncomfortable jab of plastee to remind him of its presence. However, the adrenaline coursing through his veins and the excitement of the situation were helping him ignore the discomfort. In front of James was the captain of a smuggling ship the Guard had tracked down but not arrested yet for the express purpose of this mission. Given that the fledgling operation had been relatively easy to uncover, and that the Lou-Maxi captain of the crew wasn’t the brightest star in the night sky made it so he wasn’t a high priority in the first place, and the perfect pawn to help get James into the Hub.

The miner smiled to himself as he saw Captain Choep eye him appraisingly up and down in a lopsided attempt at being intimidating, but his fleshy and iridescent cheek bags giving him a dumb bloodhound sort of look ruined the attempt at the outset. Instead of the usual orange jumpsuit, James had been outfitted with a faux-leather bomber jacket and dark cargo pants that he thought was ripped right from a certain Harrison Ford character. He was sure that this wrinkled imbecile wasn’t a fan of ancient Terran films though, who might otherwise blow the cover of this copyright-infringing smuggler’s costume.

The cheek bags didn’t help the squat captain add any intimidating qualities to his speech either, which was predominantly overshadowed by the amount of spittle that sprayed dangerously close with each grating word spoken. Fortunately for James, the translator box on his shoulder-strap didn’t have a salivary gland, as it worked the words into common. “Stho, you tbhink you’re wortbhy of my crew, eh? What can a human offer in muscle tbhat my Gruat can’t? What could any human oftfer to a crew, eh? Eh?” He warbled out a chuckle that was shared by the other crew on his ship, including the bulky Gruat in question. James crossed his arms and looked contemptuously back, drawling out, “Heh, I could go toe to toe with ‘im. But I ain’t here to fight so much as get you in on the ore tradin,’ which is what you’re lookin’ for in the first place, right? Least, that’s what my sources said. But if you don’t need my extensive knowledge on the inside track on the market from here to the Vega cluster, that’s on you. I got other folks that’d appreciate the leg up.” He turned to leave the gangway but was stopped short - as planned - when he heard the almost desperate plea of the captain behind him, “Waitbh! Maybe… maybe we can use you. Justh waibth a moment.”

James slowly turned back, an eyebrow raised quizzically. He could see the captain’s gears turning sluggishly inside an unimaginative brain. James looked about the rest of the crew, their eyes either on their captain in anticipation, or on him in undisguised suspicion. The Gruat was certainly eyeing him up, probably assessing his fighting prowess as only a former gladiator could, the varied scars about his body giving away the possibility. The large alien shrugged contemptuously and crossed both pairs of arms before looking towards the captain. James merely smiled inside, it’s only unlucky or stupid fighters that have so many scars, and even being in his more golden years James believed he could give this hulking muscle the run-around.

However, chief among the crew which caught James’ eye was an arthropod-like species from one of the darker parts of the galaxy, and underneath the flak armor was a jet black chitinous hide ending in at least eight jointed appendages, though one of which was missing from some battle. The compound eyes situated on the skull seemed to bore into James, and when he looked back, the eyes merely narrowed in heightened suspicion. He leaned toward the captain still deliberating and said quite loudly, “Tktktktktk! We should not trust this one Captain Choep! I do not like him! Tktktktktk.”

The captain waived away the suggestion, the bottom of his flabby arm undulating from the movement. “Bah, you thbink too much Argax! Sthop pestering me! As for you, human! What do you say to three percent?”

James didn’t even need to pretend to think, considering it was a pittance being offered for the position. “Three? What do ya take me for? A scrubber-bot? I’d be finding the best prices for our… wares…. I want eight.”

Choep blinked several times, a purple color creeping up his jowls. “Eight? Eight? Nah, you gothta earn eight, scrounger! Six, and no more!”

Again, James pretended to think, he was going to take it even though it was still a low offer, those listening in through his earpiece were depending on it. He looked back up at the rather underwhelming captain, who had swelled out his paunch to appear bigger, which was a common show of superiority among his toad-like people. To the grizzled miner it was rather laughable. Finally, James nodded once and begrudgingly said, “Fine, but i'll be wanting my fair share as time goes by.” The captain nodded back several times, as did some of the other crew members, though some looked glum at the fact they wouldn’t be toasting him off the dockyard as their hands gripped tight at their holstered combi-blasters. The Lou-Maxi looked quite pleased with himself as he said to his new crew member, “Good, now make shture you get back before too long with your gear, we’ll be taking ofth soon.”

James nodded stoically, and turned about to make his way back to the dive he had rented for the night at this backend port. In truth he hadn’t even bothered unpacking, partly because of the mission, and partly because of his suspicion for the cleanliness of the place. As he turned he locked eyes one more time with Argax the Anthropoid, its many eyes showing nothing but dislike and undiminished suspicion. He knew he would have to step carefully the next few months to avoid the ire of that one. But now phase one was complete of their plan, and soon he would be on his way to possibly finding out if Charlie was alive. Worming away at his consciousness was the idea that it was just a random Tilluxian that was unfortunate enough to have been picked up alive by the indiscriminate pirates, but the burbling spring of hope that had sprouted during the conversation with his friend Eahn would not fully allow the possibility. He shrugged his shoulders and sped up his step. It had to be Charlie.

It had to be.

The next several weeks were rather harrowing for the older miner, and the stress of the facade James constantly had to maintain was getting to him. But he continued on with a stoicism born from desperation and an end goal. Not helping the situation was the constant presence of the multi-limbed menace James sometimes referred to as “Stubby,” that being Argax the arthropoidal alien who seemed to dog his every step with a nasty specist remark and an even nastier glare. He could have had the luxury of talking to a friendly voice using the communicator temporarily embedded in his ear canal, but without the masking of many communication channels a station as big as the Hub would afford him, he couldn’t risk any illicit transmission being picked up by the smuggling ship’s sensors. But several months of work in his role as the inside man (in more than one capacity) went by quickly, and finally the inept Captain Choep announced to the crew that some shore leave at the Hub was coming up.

James cheered and clapped hands with the rest of the pirates, but inwardly he wished the place would become little more than space dust. The hollowed out asteroid was a den of some of the most villainous elements in the galaxy, filled with slave markets, brutal gladiatorial chambers, and a booming black market trade, all orchestrated by one loathsome being: the self-styled Lord Takrex. He held an iron fist over the good-sized pirate fleet he controlled, and was connected enough that he somehow skirted the attention of the systems big enough to take him and the well fortified asteroid station head-on. In the meantime, the systems and colonies most plagued by his nefarious bunch were not large enough on their own to defeat him.

Again, James found himself somewhat day-dreaming as the stars outside the porthole passed swiftly by, thinking of what laid ahead for him, and the reunion he desperately hoped might happen. That worm of doubt reared its ugly head again inside the pit of his stomach, overwhelming his reverie with a sour thought. It isn’t Charlie. It is some poor schmuck of a Dragon who they got their claws into. All of this will be for nothing. Or even worse, if it was Charlie, he had spent these long months in captivity and cruelly-delivered pain while James had been moping about from bar to dingier bar, not even bothering to try and find him or try to do something. The grizzled miner pushed the thought away, but not before a tear began to trace a groove down his cheek and into the stubble where the tousled beard had been several weeks prior. He looked back up into the porthole, but his reflection had been joined by a multi-eyed head!

Turning swiftly, a hand going to his combi-blaster, he found Argax looking back at him slyly from several feet away, taking up most of the doorway. His mandibles clacked out a chuckle. “Tktktktktk, slow human, I have killed Narx Rats faster than you. And what is this, your face is wet! Have you finally cracked under the pressure? Tktktktktktk.” James cursed his little moment, acting like some blubbering fool, but outwardly sneered at his recently-acquired nemesis. “I’m afraid not, Stubby. I was merely crying with joy at the thought of what sort o’ bug spray they might sell big enough to put you on your tubby arse. Or do you think they might have some really big fly swatters? It’s my first time there.”

Argax, already naturally tall, grew taller still as he stalked menacingly toward the leather-clad miner, his eyes narrowed in fury. “Tktktktktk! That is not my name, barkok! I will teach you to-” He was cut off as the pounding of feet on metal decking came down the corridor outside, and both turned to see one of the other crew, another Lou-Maxi named Lorg, as he stopped at the door, his portly frame out of breath but cheery. “Thbe Hub! We’re ath thbe Hub!” He hardly failed to notice the tension in the room, and as he did, he awkwardly paused before nodding to both, and continuing hurriedly down the corridor.

When Argax turned around, the first thing he saw was the barrel of James’ combi-blaster aimed directly at his face. Argax’s smile was venomous but he conceded the situation, backing out of the room slowly with a parting jab. “Watch your back, human, you never know what lurks in the dark! Tktktktk.” James kept the blaster handy as he said, “Cowards mostly, I suspect.” Argax’ smirk vanished, snarling as he turned and stamped noisily down the hallway.

The disguised miner holstered his combi-blaster with a tired sigh as he thought of the good timing. He was glad this mission would be over soon. A drop of salty water that soon fell to the dirty deck plate, however, belied the doubts that continued to harbor themselves in the dark recesses of his mind.

Read the other parts of the series!

Part 1: https://georgecrecy.tumblr.com/post/183762132696/charlie-1

Part 2: https://georgecrecy.tumblr.com/post/183787102041/charlie-2

Part 3: https://georgecrecy.tumblr.com/post/183794906326/charlie-3

Part 4: https://georgecrecy.tumblr.com/post/183805565796/charlie-4

Part 6: https://georgecrecy.tumblr.com/post/183819131196/charlie-6

Part 7: https://georgecrecy.tumblr.com/post/183819391261/charlie-7

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Misha’s a Pussy

Misha collins x reader

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Misha your best friend, hates scary movies. But that’s not the only thing that makes him a pussy

A/N: This is just random and fun and my first Misha fic but I love it. Also unbeta’d, mistakes are my own cuz I’m too lazy to reread and edit 59083457 times

Warnings: Fluff and cuteness. Some language and implied sex at the end but not too much

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Your legs were tucked underneath you Indian style on your couch. Your eyes were bugged out and locked on the widescreen television set. The lights had been out since the beginning of the movie and you were totally immersed in the film. You were sure your body had been frozen for several minutes and because of that you hadn't breathed either. Finally catching a breath during a less intense scene of the movie, you shoveled some popcorn in your mouth before washing it down with a swig of beer. You were starting to question your decision to watch a scary movie by yourself, at night. Your tiny apartment was lonely and in the dark it was just extra terrifying. And yet you wouldn't turn off the horror flick.

You had seen it before and yet it still scared you every time. Even though it was a bit cheesy and the acting was terrible, it was a good movie and rather enjoyable. Your hand dipped into the popcorn bowl and you looked down to see that it was empty except for a handful of unpopped kernels. You pouted slightly but had no intention of getting up to go get more. The movie was at an important twist in the plot and you couldn't miss a second of it. The popcorn could wait. Carefully, you moved forward to place the bowl on the coffee table.

Your body jolted, the bowl of kernels flying all over as you squealed. You reacted purely on instinct and your hand flew around to hit whatever it was that had laid a hand on your shoulder at the worst possible moment. You backhanded something firm and there was a loud groan and you quickly stood to your feet and spun around to your sudden attacker. “I know kung fu!” You shouted before your eyes adjusted to the figure’s doubled over features.

“You dunno kun foo.” Misha muttered holding his hand over his red face. Your features immediately fell, your hands coming to your face. You felt terrible and almost crying you hopped over the back of the couch to check on the older man. Your hands removed his from the side of his face and you grimaced at the red mark that was brightening. “You really know how to greet a friend.” He muttered with narrowed brow. He readjusted his jaw as you examined him with apologetic eyes.

“Im so sorry, Mish! I was watching a scary movie and..” It was then that you wrinkled your brow. Before you knew it, you slapped him on the shoulder. “You snuck in on me! it's your own fault, Krushnic!” He couldn't help but laugh and you joined in with him before his arms enveloped you in a tight hug. You snuggled against his chest taking in his warm firm embrace, taking in his familiar musk with a deep breath.

“I wanted to surprise you.” He muttered as he placed a kiss into your hair. “Guess I succeeded.” He chuckled lightly before he pulled back, his hands moving to rest on your shoulders. His smile was breathtaking, with those pearly whites and pink gums all out on display. It made his face wrinkle and his blue eyes sparkle in the dim lighting and it always made you melt. He was beautiful, inside and out. You couldn't help but hug him again, just so overjoyed to see him.

“I'm glad you're here, Misha. I've missed you.” Misha's schedule was always so busy. Between filming and conventions, you didn't get much time to be with your closest friend. Even though you had known him long before Supernatural, his career had managed to distance the two of you.

Misha sighed with a warm smile wrapping his arms around you again. “I've missed you too, pigeon.” The nickname brought a soft smile to your face, remembering back to the first time you had spent any time together.

You had your niece for the day and you were showing her around Los Angeles. You had driven her to the Hollywood sign and downtown, seen the walk of fame and even drove by some star’s houses. It was a great time between you and the twelve year old. Until on the way back to your place, the car died. Pulling off to the side of the road, you opened the hood to be met with a gust of smoke causing you to cough and smack at the unclean air.

You knew absolutely nothing about cars and of course, neither did your niece. And it would be at least an hour before you could get a tow. So you were stuck on the side of the busy highway overlooking another busy highway. You almost wanted to cry after you had hopped up on the trunk of your car. Your niece simply decided to make the best of the situation and cranked up the music on the radio and began to rock out. You couldn't be upset then and you allowed a smile to take over your face again and started to sing with her.

Not too long after you two started dancing along, a kind gentleman had pulled his car over to check and see if you needed any help. A handsome man with brilliant blue eyes and a large gummy smile that could like up the night sky. He offered to have a look but after pretending to know what he was doing for a few minutes, he stepped back with a huff. “I have no idea what I'm doing.” Causing all three of you to bust up laughing.

So instead you all sat on your cars talking and laughing with the kind stranger named Misha until the tow truck showed up. You thought this would be it and Misha would get in his car and drive off. So you had every intention of saying goodbye offering a hand for him to shake. His brows wrinkled as he just stared at your hand for a moment. “You can't get rid of me that easy.” And then he smiled that dazzling grin again and you couldn't help but smile in return.

You two had ridden in Misha's car following behind the tow truck. The radio was blasting all three of you singing along badly but having a blast. When you arrived at the mechanics, you were told it would be an overnight project at least but you couldn't even be upset because Misha had offered to take you home. So you abandoned your car at the shop and Misha drove you home which of course you invites him to at least stay for dinner to let you repay him for his kindness. He said that wasn't necessary but he would stay anyway.

Dinner was just some frozen pizza and ice cream cones before the three of you settled onto the couch deciding to watch a movie. Of course, no one could decide on a movie. So somehow that meant you watched the Lady and The Tramp. Misha squished in the middle between the two ladies, you all had a good time just enjoying the movie and each other’s company. A big bowl of popcorn was set on Misha's lap which you all ate out of and you and he had a glass of wine.

“You remind me of Lady, Y/N.” Misha stated out of the blue. Your head turned to look up at him with a raised brow which quickly turned into giggles. Whether it was because of the wine or the look on his face, you couldn't stop your little laughter fit. “I don't know why that's funny to you, pigeon.” He chuckled lightly flashing you a wink which caused your cheeks to flush. He had put his arm over your shoulders then. Glad that he had looked away by then, your blush only deepened as you snuggled himself against his side.

That was nearly a decade ago. A lot has changed since then. Misha was now one of your best friends and even though you barely saw him anymore, you still talked nearly every day. Then there were the special times like this where he would be able to stop in for a visit. Your niece would be jealous when you texted her later. It was because of Misha that the two of you even started watching Supernatural and so now you were the biggest Castiel fangirls. It was always a fun story to tell, you knew Misha Collins before he was the famous Castiel.

Now, Misha has always been a flirt, so it was always a natural thing for the two of you to be flirty and affectionate toward each other. Hand holding or his arm over your shoulders was not an odd thing to see and though most people thought you were a couple it didn't stop you two from staying in close proximity with each other. You relished these intimate moments you had with Misha and you wouldn't want to do anything to mess up the friendship you shared. If only you weren't in love with him.

You weren't sure when it had happened. Maybe it was the moment you looked into his bright blue eyes or the moment he called you pigeon. Maybe it was some random moment through the years when he would touch you or plant a kiss to your temple. Maybe it was when he stayed with you for days when your mom passed, just holding you while you sobbed, taking care of you when you didn't want to get out of bed. Whenever it was, it happened without your permission and it wouldn't go away.

Now as he stood in your living room for the first time in months, you couldn't help but stare at him with the biggest smile. It made him laugh lightly, bringing his lips to your forehead for a lingering kiss. His lips caused your eyes to flutter closed and your breath to still for a moment before he pulled away. There was silence for a moment before he dropped his hands to his side again. “So what are you watching?”

You were reminded of your movie and turned to look over your shoulder at the screen. Your mouth opened intent to answer him but a wicked grin quickly took over your lips. A devilish glint in your eyes, you slowly turned your head back to look at Misha. You tried to wash away your mischievous look with puppy dog eyes and a look of innocence as you came down into your shoulders and hands folding together in front of you.

One thing you had always teased Misha about was his hatred for anything scary. When it came to horror films and even his own show, he was scared so easily. He was always bit of a wuss and would always be the one in the fetal position or sleeping with the lights on. You'd make him watch them with you and he would either end up in your lap or crying against your thigh. It was the funniest thing you had ever seen and one of his most adorable features.

“A scary moooovie.” Your grin was bright and you were able to retain some innocence in your tone. Misha's face immediately dropped before he looked away from the screen and turned toward the door. You laughed and grabbed him by the wrist before he could grab the door handle. Entangling your fingers with his you walked around the couch and pulled him down beside you. Picking up the remote, you started the movie over.

“You know I hate scary movies. You're gonna end up giving me an early heart attack!” the color had washed out of his face a little and you couldn't help but giggle. You tucked your legs underneath you and pushed the man back against the couch before wrapping your arm through his and laying your head on his shoulder.

“Oh, come on. It's not that bad. You scared me worse than the movie did.” You laughed lightly, resting your chin on his shoulder so you could look up at his face. You knew he would give in, he was never able to deny you anything. So with an exasperated sigh, he relaxed against you mumbling something about how you were an awful friend. You grinned excitedly before kissing his cheek and getting comfortable again.

He just gave you a side eye, already trying to avoid looking at the screen. Your head tilted with a deadpan expression. “It’s almost over anyway. The most you’ll have to watch is a half hour.” You slapped his arm gently resting your hands on your lap. You could feel the sigh of defeat escape through his mouth before his arm lifted to curl around your shoulders. Taking in his scent, it was hard to even focus on the movie. Your fear was long gone but you could feel Misha’s fingers tighten and tense around your arm. You tried not to giggle and remain completely still but it was already proving to be difficult.

When a monster jumped out, Misha squealed and you were unable to hold back your howling laughter any longer. Your body shook and flailed as you laughed at the poor man’s outburst and all he could do was offer the deadliest of all glares. It only fueled your laughter more, sending you into a fit that made you fall over onto the couch. Misha’s eyes rolled but it was clear he was trying to fight back a smile. Refusing to give into your fit and start laughing himself, he shoved your shaking form from the couch onto the floor. Landing on your back on the carpet didn’t stop your giggle fest instead it only made you louder as your feet kicked. Your arms wrapped around your stomach as it began to ache with the force of your laughter.

Just when you thought you were getting your laughter under control, you looked up at the couch to see a pouting Misha with his arms crossed tightly over his chest. Your laughter was soft and warm now as you sat up, a hand coming to rest on his knee. “I’m sorry, Mish.” He side eyed you suspiciously, clearly trying to to stifle a smile. Your lip pouted as you tried to give him your most innocent look and his eyes rolled before his arms uncrossed and shoved your hand off his knee. There was a moment where you just stared at each other with stupid grins, much longer moment than it should have been.

Both of you looked away at the same time. Your attention turned to the movie again and just as you both looked, a monster jumped at a woman ripping her apart. And of course this made Misha jump with a squeal, landing him in the floor next to you. You fell into him with a new outburst of giggles and he tried to swat you away with the most angry of curse words he could muster. He wasn’t very convincing and finally you were able to wrap both your arms around his shoulders, resting your head against one shoulder. He sighed heavily before his hands rested against his lap and he laid his head against yours.

The two of you sat like this for the rest of the movie, Misha jumping every now and then but your hold on him kept him mostly still. At one point, he had to hide his face in your neck and though you still tried to laugh at him, you hoped that he didn’t feel the shiver that the action sent down your spine. He didn’t give any inclination that he noticed before he pulled away. Your arms began to relax more around him and one hand slid down his chest while the other hand still rested on the opposite shoulder where your head lay. Misha smiled softly, a hand lifting to rest against yours on his chest while the other rested against your thigh. In this position, your eyes started to grow heavy. Even though the movie wasn’t quite over, you were quickly falling asleep.

Unnoticed by you, Misha had stopped watching the movie and instead he was watching you drift off to sleep. Carefully, he reached for the remote, intent on stopping the movie and taking you up to bed. As his face turned toward the screen, a jump scare caught him off guard and he jumped with a scream more than any of the others before. It jolted you awake and left you panting in a panic at the sudden awakening. Wide eyed, your gaze finally found the source of alarm. Misha’s face was scrunched in apology and guilt and you scowled before taking the remote from his hand. Without turning to the tv, you hit the off button and slammed the plastic on the coffee table. “You’re such a pussy.” You muttered, sleep clinging to your voice making it lower than usual.

Instead of laughing or attempting to be offended, Misha just stared at you fondly. Your brow wrinkled as you looked at him in confusion. Your mouth opened to say something but the innocent smile on his face made you pause and he spoke instead. “I don’t think I can sleep alone after that one.” He batted those beautiful lashes at you and all you could do was stare wide eyed. You didn’t know what to say. Misha had slept over plenty of times but there was something different about this time. Your head slowly nodded and he grinned wide, the wrinkles around his eyes and mouth becoming more prominent. It was as if he knew this big secret that he wasn’t about to let you in on yet.

After a moment, you rested a hand on the couch and the other on the coffee table to lift yourself up from the floor. But once on your knees, you felt a firm hand resting on your hip. Your eyes fell to look at the strong digits before you slowly moved your attention to the deep blue eyes of your best friend. Your breath had caught in your chest when you saw the look in those cerulean pools. He moved to come up on his knees in front of you, both hands now resting against hips, now more eye level with each other. You swallowed thickly as the silence continued, the tension you could cut with a knife. If he listened close enough, he could hear the racing of your heart because you could feel it pounding in your ears. Neither of you made a move for what seemed like forever. There had been moments like this, brief and then forgotten, where you just wanted to grab the dummy’s face and kiss the fuck out of him.

As if he could read your thoughts, his hands pulled your hips forward, pressing you tight against him as his lips crashed against yours. It was rough and sloppy but it felt amazing to finally have your lips moving against his. Your arms wrapped around his neck, bringing yourself closer to him, arms tightening around him as your lips finally melded together in perfect sync. Your fingers curled into the short hairs on the back of his head and he moaned into your mouth. After years of aching for him, yearning for him, here you were wrapped up in his arms, his tongue sliding past your lips without permission but welcomed. His arms wrapped around your middle before his hands slid to cup your ass and it was your turn to moan against his kiss.

The kiss seemed to last forever and you were fine with that. You could remain like this for as long as he would let you. But all good things had to come to an end and he pulled away. Breathless and chapped lips plump and red, he was smiling, resting his forehead against yours in silence. You were afraid to look at him so you kept your eyes closed as you tried to catch your breath and calm your nerves. “Was that a pussy move?” Your eyes fluttered open, brows wrinkling with his question. When your eyes met, his smile beamed brightly. “I should have done that a long time ago. But I’ve been a pussy for way too long.” You couldn’t help but giggle and nod your head in agreement. “You ok with dating a pussy?”

Your eyes sparkled as you pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth. Your cheeks pinkened and your head nodded slowly. “I think I could deal with it.” With cheeks becoming even redder, your eyes looked down as if timid to say what was on your mind. His brow wrinkled and he tucked a finger under your chin to make you look at him. You nibbled on your bottom lip again and you could see a hint of desire in sky blue hues. You grinned before pecking his lips. “As long as this pussy…” You poked a finger against his chest before you move behind your back to grab his hand and move it around. “Takes care of this pussy.” Boldly, you slid his hand over your clothed sex and you both groaned at the warmth that radiated.

His eyes darkened more, his expression taking on a whole new desire. His breathing was shallow and there was a moment of silence as he stared into your eyes, fingers moving slightly. With a groan, he kissed you again forcefully, both arms wrapping around your middle as he quickly came to his feet. Your legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his shoulders as he cupped your ass. You both smiled as the kiss was never broken, bouncing slightly in Misha’s arms as he moved down the hall to your bedroom. You both knew that this was the beginning of a whole new level to your relationship.