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libraryofloveletters · 4 years

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so cute fic request. You are Maddie's OBGYN and at every appointment she insists to set you up with Buck, you deny her and finally one say yes just to be quiet and you meet what a great guy Buck is

The Set Up

Evan Buckley x Reader

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and doctors offices, reader wears makeup, alcohol and the consumption of

Category: Straight Up Fluff

Word Count: 2.6k

Author’s Note: here's a lil late v-day present for y’all :)

Part 2: Dispatch: Labour in Progress

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“How does the baby look ?” Maddie was laid back, her eyes on the monitor. “Perfect, a perfect little baby” you smile at her as you hand her a towel to wipe up the gel.

“How many copies would you like ?” you turn towards the ultrasound machine.

“As many as you'd give me” she laughed, pulling her shirt back down.

“Dad’s working ?” you asked, leaning back in the chair. “Yeah, he’s been trying to get off a day to come with me” she sits up, pulling out her phone.

Maddie was one of your favourite patients, she was a sweetheart and always happy, regardless of what was happening, you didn't know how she did it. She began showing you a few pictures of the nursery and two guys who were in the picture. The first guy was Chimney, who was the baby’s father and Maddie’s boyfriend, the two of you had met at a previous appointment and the other guy, who you hadn't meant yet but felt like you had, was her brother Evan or Buck, which is what he went by.

“You know, if you want to just come in one day when he's off work, we can just do a regular check-up just so he can see. It doesn’t have to be anything special for you to come in”

“You’d do that ?”

“Of course I would, between me and you, you’re my favourite patient”

Maddie smiled at you, “so,” she gave you a look, “since I am your favourite patient, would you also go on a date with Buck ?” she asked, you nearly choked on your coffee. Maddie had a habit of trying to set you up with her brother. She did it often but it still caught you off guard each time. You coughed, “Maddie, no.” you laughed, “that would be unprofessional”

“Oh come on, take a risk y/n. Life goes on and one date won't kill you”

“Who said I’m looking ?”

“Please, you are. You can't lie to me” she smiled, you shook your head. “Still a no Maddie” you handed her the copies of the ultrasound. “If you do want to do the ultrasound when he’s home, just give me a call” you smiled at her and she got up. “I will, thank you”

A few weeks later and Maddie was back in your office. “Good afternoon momma,” you were looking at the files as you walked in, pushing the door shut with your foot. Taking a seat on your little spinny chair, you look up when Maddie says good morning back to you.

“Oh Chimney, it’s nice to see you” you smile as you shake the gel bottle.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “it’s good to be here”

You hand him the gel bottle, he looked at you with brows furrowed. “You’re a paramedic, aren't you ? Go ahead” you chuckle as you turn the ultrasound machine on. “How are you feeling ?” you ask, “good actually, thanks for asking” Chim answers you.

“I’m glad to hear that but I was asking Maddie” Chim’s mouth forms an O and he nods, Maddie smiles at him. “I’m good, baby’s good too. Kicking a lot recently. Especially when I drink orange juice” she chuckled.

“And still just the one cup of coffee ?”

“Yeah, he won’t let me have anymore” she groans

“Good, as he should be. You’re lucky I agreed to the one cup Maddie, you know I rather if you didn’t”

“Ugh,” she groaned and rolled her eyes, “not you too”

“I’m your doctor, it's my job to remind you unfortunately”

Maddie sighs and rolls her eyes once again. You get what she meant, you couldn’t be pregnant and not have coffee, pregnancy is exhausting as it is, imagine it without coffee. “you know how to use an ultrasound machine right ?” you look over at Chimney, who was looking rather confused.

”I do, why ?”

“Would you like to do it ?”

“Really ?”

“Yeah, I let the dads have a chance to do it sometime. Makes them feel a little more involved”

“I'd love too”

You hand him the wand and step back, you watch as he rolls it across her belly. It was always sweet when the fathers came to the appointment, even more so when they're involved.

“Y/n?”

“Yes Maddie?”

“Will you go on a date with Buck ?” She smiled sweetly at you, Chim looked at her, half shocked and half confused.

“If I say yes to one date, will you quit bugging me about it ?”

“Of course, just one date is all I’m asking for”

“Does he know you’re setting him up ?”

“Yeah- well no ? but he won't mind. It's part of my job as his sister”

“Maddie, I have siblings as well, you don't see me setting them up”

“Yeah yeah, that’s fine”

Chim turned to you. “everything looks good doc”

“Then we’re all done. Just hit print on the machine and you’ll get the pictures”

Maddie wiped the gel off her stomach. She took a pen from the desk and scribbled a number down before handing the paper to you. “That’s his number, just message him”

“You’re setting me up and I have to message him too ?”

“Oh come on, you’ll be fine. Thank you for this and I'll be expecting details at my next appointment!” She gave you a smile before walking out. Chim looked at you, “I’m sorry I didn't know she was going to do that.” You laughed, “it's okay, she’s not the first person to do that. You should catch up with her though, she walks really fast for a pregnant lady” you chuckle, Chim smiled and walked out to find Maddie. You had some time to kill before your next appointment, you looked down at the paper in your hand.

Do you text or not ? Wouldn't that be creepy ? Like oh hey, I'm your sister’s doctor let's go on a date.

You know what ?

Screw it, what’s the worst that could happen.

To Buck: Hey, I'm y/n. Your sister gave me your number, hope this isn't weird. She's been trying to set me up with you for months, thought we’d hit it off haha

God that was so stupid. Why the hell did you put haha ?

From Buck: Hey, it’s cool. She’s weird like that. What’s up ?

Oh shit, he answered.

To Buck: Just at work, how about you ?

From Buck: Same thing

Wait what do I say now ? Do you ask him out ?

From Buck: Hope this isn't too forward of me or anything like that, but maybe you’d wanna grab a drink tonight ? Only if you’re free

Guess you don't have to ask him now

To Buck: Yeah, that sounds good. Pick a place and let me know ? I’m off at 4 so anytime after that is fine.

From Buck: I’m off at 6, how about 7 at the bar on Main Street ?

To Buck: sounds good, see you then

It was now 3:30 and Maddie was your last patient of the day. There was no harm in leaving now. After putting away your files and replying to a few emails from patients, you headed out. Only one issue you had when you got home was what to wear.

Well so you thought.

Taking a shower was the easy part, trying to do your hair and makeup with only 2 hours left, was a bit of a hassle. First disaster of the night was too much mousse in your hair, making it sticky and tacky. Washing it out, you managed to set it the way you like. The powder compact had fallen onto the floor, you hoped it wasn’t broken, turns out hope isn't enough. The other powder you had was far too light for your complexion right now and you decide against makeup for the night.

Let him meet the bare you, you can wow him next time, if there is a next time.

Deciding on a simple outfit, a white shirt that fit you nicely and a pair of black pants that went along with it. In your head, it seemed boring but in the mirror, it looked much better. Walking into the kitchen, there was a half drunk glass of wine from the night before.

Stale wine or nervous wreak ? Stale wine it is.

You down the wine, spilling some onto your shirt. “Are you kidding-” groaning and turning back to the room, you end up changing your entire outfit. A pair of blue jeans and a black top that fit you in all the right places. One more look in the mirror and a hand through your hair, you headed out the door.

It didn't take you long to arrive at the bar, as you only lived a few minutes off Main Street. You had seen Buck from the countless pictures Maddie had shown you so it didn’t take long to spot in at a table in the corner either.

“Hey” you walked over, a smile on your face. He stood up, “Hi! you must be y/n” he leaned in for a hug, you mirrored his actions. “I am, it’s nice to meet you”

The two of you sat across from each other and there was a bottle of beer in front of you. Buck spoke up when he noticed you noticing the bottle, “I ordered for you, I hope that's alright- you can order something else”

“It’s fine, thank you” you take a sip, not your usual choice in drink but you didn't need to complain either. There was some silence for a while, not uncomfortable but not comfortable either. Anyone that passed by could tell it was a first date, if you could even call it that.

“How do you know Maddie ?” he asks, you smile at him and take a sip of the beer before answering him.

“I’m her OB”

“Her ?” Buck had a confused expression on his face.

“Her doctor, her obstetrician actually”

“Oh for baby Buckley” he nodded.

“Yeah, she's been bugging me about you since we’ve met actually. She’s sweet but she’s persistent” you chuckle and Buck gives you a smile, “that’s my sister”

The night went by rather quickly, the two of you sharing work stories. Buck told you about the time he worked a full moon and they responded to a call at a yoga class only to have 3 women go into labour simultaneously.

“It was the full moon I swear! I tried to tell Bobby but he didn't listen to me!” he said, laughing.

You nodded and laughed too, “no, it’s true. I've had so many full moon babies. I never book off full moons because I know someone is going to go into labour”

“Thank you! Someone gets what I mean!”

You then told him about the time you filled in for your colleague, he told you it was supposed to be a regular birth but turns out it was quadruplets. It was nice to find someone who understood your weird work schedule. The two of you shared stories until the waitress came over to tell you that they’d be closing in a few minutes. It was a little past midnight when she came over, the two of you decided to call it a night and head out together.

“How are you getting home ?” he asked you, you walked with him over to his Jeep that was parked down the street. “I’ll just walk, I don’t live too far from here”

“No” he stated while shaking his head

“No ?” you questioned him, your brows furrowed as you looked at the man in front of you.

“I invited you out, at least let me take you home. It’s late too, it won't be right to let you walk home by yourself”

“Are you sure ? I don't want you to go out of your way”

“Oh no it’s cool, c’mon”

He opened the door for you like the gentlemen he is and then got in after. “Which way my darling ?” he gave you a cheesy smile which made you chuckle. “A left at the next light and the brown building is me” you leaned back in the seat. It was quiet as he drove down the street, you looked over at him and admired him. From the way his hand rested on his wheel to the little smile on his face, even to the birthmark above his eye.

“It's rude to stare”

“Can't help myself, you're pretty”

Oh shit, did you just-

Buck looked over at you, a wicked little smile on his face. “You think I’m pretty ?”

You could feel the blush on your face, “uh- well- um I guess ?”

“I think you more than guess that but whatever you say” he smiled

Buck pulled into the building parking lot, he stopped and his head hit the seat as he leant back. Looking over at you, “let me walk you up ?”

“You’ve already done enough, it's fine”

“It’s fine. Come on” he got out, you mirrored his actions. Buck followed behind you as the two of you made your way up to your apartment. Unlocking the door, you stepped in and he stood by the door.

“Do you want to come in ?” setting your keys on the counter, you look back at the man who was leaning against the doorframe.

“I’d love too but I've got the first shift. Maybe another time ?”

“Yeah, that’s fine” walking back over to him, you stood in front of him. Even with him leaning, he still towered over you.

“I had a nice time tonight” you say, he nods. “I did too. Maybe we can do this again sometime ?”

“I'd like that”

“Okay.” he smiles, “well, good night then y/n”

“Good night Buck” standing on your toes, you go to kiss his cheek but it seems he had the same idea, both of you turning your heads at the same time and your lips were on his. Buck’s hand cupped your face for the few moments your lips were on his. When you pulled away, Buck had a slight red tint on his face, a blush or simply could have been the heat coming from your apartment, either way you were sure you looked the same way.

“How does Saturday sound ? Noon for lunch if you’re free ?” he breaks the silence.

"Saturday sounds perfect”

Buck smiled at you once more, he turned and began walking back to the elevator. He stopped in the middle of the hallway, turning back once again and walked towards your door. He leaned down and gave you one more kiss. Laughing at the sweetheart that was now smiling at you from the other end of the hallway, you watched as he stepped on the elevator and then shut your door.

Outside of your building was a happy Buck who skipped his way over to his car, his keys twirling on his finger with a big grin on his face. As he got into his car, he sent his sister a text message.

To Maddie: You seem to know me better than I think, thank you.

Upstairs, there was a similar scene, a happy you skipping their way to bed with a smile on their face. As you laid in bed, you too sent a text message to Maddie.

To Maddie: Your match making efforts have worked, thank you.

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yumehoxo · 4 years

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⚠️WARNING⚠️ 18+ content (contains threesum, vaginal sex, oral sex, etc..)

ArminxfemalereaderxEren

~You’ve been best friends with Armin and Eren since you were really young but as time grew on you all changed leading to the conversation of having a threesum with them~

You’ve known Eren and Armin since elementary school you guys were always together, you watched them grow up with you, you were with them for all their ups and downs and you even watched them as puberty slapped them in the face during their last year of high school. You weren’t always the type to go after looks but damn did these boys get so fine as time went on. Everything changed when they both changed their hairstyle, eren letting his grow out, and armin cutting his short. As they went into college tattoos and piercings came along with them, armin got his neck tatted and ear, eyebrow, and nose piercings. Eren got a full sleeve and half a sleeve, with tongue and ear piercings.

Armin and Eren never seemed like the type to smoke or drink they were always agaisnt it, but after a little convincing from Mikasa, Jean, Connie, and Sasha they caved in. It was like their whole personality’s changed, from one party to another, one girl to the next, it honestly shocked you that these were the same boys you ate sand with when you were 5.

“Y/n!... Y/N!!” You herd your named being called but it was barely audible over the sound of the music. You turned around to see Eren and Armin doing a little jog uo to you, their eyes were bloodshot and there were two blonde girls following them. They looked at you like they were in trouble and it took you a minute to find out since your thoughts seemed to have come in slow motion since you just smoked not even 5 minutes ago. They didn’t want to be rude and tell these girls to ‘fuck off’ since they were Mikasa’s friends.

“Act like you need us” Armin whispered in your ear as he hugged you from behind.

“U-uh where have you guys been?!” You asked them raising your voice little bit to make it seem like you were upset.

“Haha..sorry we couldn’t find you” Eren said with a nervous smile on his face as his eyes widened and shot a look to the shirt blonde girl next to him. She was clinging onto his arm like it was the only thing she knew how to do.

You grab both of them by the wrist and drag them along behind you, the two girls letting go of them

“oh sorry bye Historia!” Eren said to the blonde girl unlatching her arm away from him.

“Bye Annie” Armin said as he slid out of her grip.

“Oh my fucking god thank you so much” Eren said rubbing his arm like some type of bug just touched him.

“They don’t know how to give up, that fucking bitch Mikasa and her weird ass friends” Armin said with a look of anger and discomfort on his face.

“Y’all bitch asses owe me.” You said through gritted teeth upset since they pulled you away from a conversation with Sasha.

“Yeah yeah sure we do” Armin said rolling his eyes.

“How about all those times we had to save you from the guys at Marley University hitting on you” Eren said with a smug smirk on his face knowing that they won this conversation.

“Yeah yeah shut the fuck up” you said rolling your eyes back as you maneuvered your way around the crowd making your way upstairs to where Jean and Connie were. As you made your way up the stairs you held onto their wrists as you saw Annie and Historia shoot dirty looks at you from the first floor. Finally making your way up the stairs struggling to keep your grip on the both of the boys you were greeted by Connie and Jean who looked like they were about to pass out as they lazily raised they’re hands and gave you a short ‘wel-c-om to the partyyyyy’ they both said holding up their beers immideatly laughing afterwards so hard that they almost started crying.

“Uhhh let’s just go onto the balcony” Eren said as he looked away from them before they ask for him to come over there.

“Yeah good idea” you replied. You three made your way to the balcony closing the double doors behind you. You three sat shoulder to shoulder letting your legs hand out from the gap of the fencing, as you passed your last blunt around.

“So.. y/n” Armin said turning his head to you.

“Hmm?” You said lazily not even bothering to meet his gaze.

“If you had to fuck one of us who would it be” he asked with a smirk on his face, the sudden question causing Eren to turn his gaze to you. The question gave you butterfly’s in your stomach, you’ve always thought about it wondering if you had to choose one to hook up with who would it be, but as always you came up to the same answer...

“Both of you” you said taking a hit from your blunt and passing it to Eren. He didn’t even bother taking it as both of their heads shot in your direction since you sat in between them.

“Ayo.. did you really just say.. both?” Eren asked you with a smile mixed in with a look of surprise.

“What are you? Deaf?” You answered his question taking another hit since he decided not to take the blunt.

“So if we asked you to fuck right now you would say yes?” Armin asked with a lustful smile on his face, you could only imagine what he was thinking.

“Most likely, but I’m not fucking on a balcony where all the people below can see our sex show on display though.” You said passing the blunt to Eren and he actually took it this time.

“Damn that was the last answer I would expect from you y/n” Eren said while exhaling

“That’s what they all say”

As time went on you all scrolled through your phones until your high wore off so you could go back to your apartment, they decided they were spending the night since your the one that drove them here and they couldn’t be bothered to go back to your apartment, just to have to drive back to theirs. You three made your way home as ‘Deam Man Walking’ played from Erens phone since he had the aux Armin was sitting in the back seat with his legs spread out and his phone in his hand. Occasionally Armin would show Eren a photo or video and earn the reaction of ‘damnnn whats her @‘. You finally made it home parking in the car garage for the apartment building.

“My feet are killing meeeee” you whined.

“Want a piggy back ride?” Armin asked you.

“Is Annie going to get mad?” You teased.

“Oh my god please shut the FUCK UPP” his voice echoed through the empty parking garage.

“Shhh, it’s like 3 am” you said while climbing onto his back. The scent of his cologne and marijuana lingered. You placed your head on his shoulder, he still smelled like a little boy, you had to admit it was adorable. As you guys walked ahead Eren stood behind as he was texting Mikasa that he was with you and he was going to spend the night.

“She still treats me like I’m 4 I swear” you heard him say about 6 feet away from you and Armin. He sped up to you guys suprising you by smacking your ass causing you to let out a little scream.

“Eren! What the fuck?!” You whispered screamed to him. The only response you got back was a smirk. You three made your way up to your apartment door, handing Armin the keys to open it. You were so glad to be home greeted by the scent of your place. Armin carried you all the way to your room as Eren followed and threw you onto the bed. Eren turned off your lights and turned on the led’s instead putting them at red. You were laughing mess as you fought Armin to stop tickinling you only earning Eren to help restrain you.

“PLEASE- I CANT-“ you yelled through laughs. Eventually Armin stopped tickling you to grab your lava pen on your night stand but eren still held on.

“Wanna hit?” Armin asked you teasingly.

“Arminnnn I just bought that cart yesterday!”

“And it slaps as fuck” he responded back.

“Armin- Eren I swear to god if you don’t let go!” You said to him trying to keep a serious look but need up failing from his cute smile.

“Here I’ll let you have a hit” Armin said rolling his eyes with a smile on his face.

“Bitch-” you were cut off as Armin put the tip of the pen in your mouth.

“Finally got you to shut up” Armin said. You started kicking your legs at Eren

“LET ME GO IMMA BEAT HIS ASS” Eren obeyed letting go but the second you say up you only got pushed back down by Armin falling into erens chest as he sat behind you.

“Who’s ass are you going to beat?” Armin asked you while lifting up your chin to look at him.

“Hmph since your being an asshole I’ll take back what I said about fucking you both earlier.” You said with a pouty look on your face. You were basically on Erens ass now his hands wrapped around your stomach with his phone in his hand.

“Oh is that so” Eren whispered in your ear, soon afterwards pressing kisses down your neck to your shoulder soft moans leaving your mouth as his kisses were warm and wet. Armin’s hand made his way to your face holding onto the sides of your jaw making you look up at him, his lips crashed onto yours and your tongues started gliding over each others in sync. Soft moans left your mouth as you felt Eren grow hard underneath you, his hands wandering around your body. Armins grio was still tight on your jaw as you both were engaged in a heat make out session saliva dripping down the sides of our mouth and occasionally the strand that connected your lips for when you both needed air. Eren tugged at the hem of you shirt indicating that you pull it off. Armin let go of your jaw as he and Eren removed their shirts while you removed yours, Eren unhooked your bra and taking it off completely. As your back was pressed up against Erens chest he left bight marks and hickeys all over your neck and shoulders, Armin took one breast in his mouth and massaged the other with his hand, causing you to whimper. Erens hand traveled down to your already slicked heat rubbing circles over your clit making you moan loudly as your legs slightly shook. It didn’t take long for you to cum as Armin sucked harder on your breasts leaving hickeys all over your chest and how eren slipped his fingers into you curling them so they hit your g spot making you see stars. Eren and Armin were both hard by now you could see their cocks aching to be free’d from their pants.

“Scoot to the edge and get on your knees” Eren said. You obeyed so your backside was facing the headboard and you were facing the end of the bed. All of your clothing was now off by now and so where Armins and Erens.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out” Armin demanded. He placed his tip on your tongues as Eren positioned himself at you entrance, Eren took his time going in, while Armin didn’t, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and started thrusting in and out of youR mouth. Erens pace picked up as time went on. Your moans were cut short from Armins’s member making its way in and out of your mouth, barely being able to take his length spit and precum leaked down the side of your face. The sounds of sweaty skin slapping and moans and grunts filled the room. You could feel both Eren and Armin twitching by now and it didn’t take long for them to release, your moans turning high pitched from all the pleasure as you reached your high aswell. You stuck out your tongue to show Armin that you swallowed it whole earning you smile from him.

“Sheeesshhhh that felt so good” Eren said while fixing his buckle.

“Yeah you think” Armin said glancing over at him. You didn’t say anything since you were quite surprised from what just happened.

“I’m going to go have a shower” you said. Good thing Eren brought you a towel already.

“Tell me when your done so I can have one too” Eren said.

“Same here” Armin said as he lied on the bed shirtless.

“Who said I was going to let you guys have showers and use my soap” you asked them raising one eyebrow as you held the skimpy towel over yourself. They both busted out in laughter..

“Yeah yeah OkAYYY” Eren said in a mocking tone.

“I hate you guys” you said turning around and slamming the bathroom door behind you.

“We love you too y/n” they both said in unison.

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Authors note:

Omg please don’t kill me this is my first threesum smut 😭😭✋ALSO I DO NOT HATE ANNIE AND HISTORIA PLS DONT GET ME WRONG I LOVE THEM!

But uhh anyways tell me if I should change anything!

Love y’all *muah* *muah* 🥰🥰😍😍😚😚💓💓💘💘

Btw I do requests!

#anime #eren aot #snk season 4 #anime x reader #attack on titan #eren jaeger x reader smut #eren jeager smut #eren smut #eren yeager x reader smut #x reader #armin x reader #armin smut #armin aot #armin arlet x reader #attack on titan x reader #smut

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bakubub · 3 years

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favourite time of year

w/c: 1.2k

written for @kal0psi-a 's halloween collab

folding the sticky dough carefully, just as the recipe instructed, i try my best to ignore the itching in my nose in a feeble attempt to stay concentrated, but give up when it starts to irritate my eyes.

"eughh, because of you there's flour in my nose," i complain to my boyfriend, who has his chin hooked over my shoulder and very heavily leaning over me.

"hey, don't complain! have you seen my hair?" he asks, stretching his neck to show me. sure enough, his hair is more white than it is black. i rake my hand through it before he can say anything, my dough covered hands clumping his hair together as an avalanche of flour sprinkles all over my chest.

he screeches, jumping back from me and i quickly use this chance to start running, because based on previous incidents, there's a 90% chance he will chase me relentlessly.

his cough from across the kitchen halts my escape plan, "are you happy now? i have flour in my nose too," he complains.

i watch in amusement as a cloud of flour puffs around him in the shape of a mushroom as he sneezes heavily, looking quite literally like a cartoon character and quickly near him to snap a picture. this will do nicely for the autumn section in this year's album.

since we started dating, tetsuro and i have been taking photos of one another, which we organise into albums by year, separated by season. it started when he gave me an album on our first anniversary, now, 6 years later and married, putting together an album of the past year has become tradition. each season we do an activity that correlates with the vibe, and today, we're making pumpkin pie with halloween shape indents because really, what else comes to mind when you think of fall?

i laugh loudly at the photo i took, his face caught mid sneeze, and it seems to flick the switch deep within tetsuro that i thought i had flicked earlier, and his feline gaze snaps to mine, before lurching forward in an attempt to catch me. i move just in the nick of time and run to the other side of the bench. he chases me until we're playing cat and mouse around the bench like children, slowly stalking one another as the other makes it as though they're backtracking but running forward instead.

"give up, wicked witch!" he exclaims, putting his right hand on his heart and holding the other outwards as he closes his eyes, apparently overwhelmed with emotion, "it is i, prince tetsu-" in the midst of his theatrics, i move in for the kill. his need for dramatics is most definitely his achille's heel, i think as i stab him in the hip with my fingers, and he yelps, opening his eyes only to find the mouse catching the cat.

"and the wicked witch of fall wins!" i yell, jumping up and down, getting flour all over the hardwood floors.

"fine, this round goes to you. your reward? a magical kiss from your prince charming," he says, leaning in and halting my celebration.

"the prince kisses the witch? haven't heard this fairy-tale before," i mutter before he silences me by placing a soft but unhurried kiss on my lips. my hands automatically make their way around his neck, and i lean back slightly as his hands firmly hold my waist, providing protection and support even in a moment as miniscule as this. in the glow of the autumn sunset, painting our kitchen with a golden hue, with the man i love in front of me, everything is perfect. we break off, his forehead leaning on mine, neither of us moving away.

"this is our fairy-tale, with its own happy ending."

looking up, I'm met with his golden brown stare, the small specks of gold especially visible in this lighting, practically glowing. his white turtle neck hugging his form nicely, and his raven hair sprinkled with flour, i can't help but wonder if this is what we're going to be like in the future, when we've lived our lives, and grown old together; the only indication of our age being the salt and pepper hair, and the slightly more prominent lines around our eyes from spending a lifetime of smiling.

because that's how it would be, i think, to have tetsuro next to me for eternity, to smile and to laugh every day.

he has to kneel down considerably to reach my lips with his own, to rest his forehead on mine, but the look on his face and the emotion in his familiar, beautiful eyes reflect nothing but comfort and content, genuine even as he says stupid and cliché things. in a way, he’s promising me nothing but a life full of the music of our happiness.

"i love you, witch," he whispers, as if afraid to ruin the moment by speaking.

i kiss him again, before pulling out my secret weapon and dumping more flour over his head. "love you too, prince!" i screech as i run away. i hear his chuckles as he chases after me, muttering empty promises of revenge just as he did before, and every other time, and hopefully, if my luck holds out, every time after.

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"okay, nod gonna lie, dis ith really goo-dh" i say, speaking with a mouth full of the pumpkin pie we finally got around to baking.

i watch him snap a photo of me, smiling through my full mouth, knowing full well i have pie all over my mouth and teeth.

“you’ve never looked better, babe,” he says, chuckling, before trying it himself, moaning through his full mouth, "oh mhy gohd." i roll my eyes as he continues, "baby, thth is fudding amathing," he says, taking another, and then another bite.

“slow it down, moron. you’re going to choke and the wicked witch is going to have to ruin her comfy position to give you the heimlich,” i say, my legs crossed on the carpeted floor with my feet nice and warm in my thick panda bear socks.

“how abouth we sthip straighd to the kith of life?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows with a mouth full of pie.

"how about you shuffle the cards, prince? i'll pick a movie," i suggest, or rather order, raising my brows. he salutes sarcastically as he sets down his plate and goes to get our worn out deck of uno cards.

"i thought you were a witch, not a princess," he mutters once he swallows his pie.

"actually, i married the prince so that legally makes me a princess. c'mon tetsuro," i say, pressing play on a random comedy to play in the background.

with the fireplace going under the television, and our pumpkin spice and cinnamon candles lit, the room is cozy, warm and calm.

that is until tetsuro yells his profanities about me placing a 2+ on his 4+.

"THAT'S NOT ALLOWED! YOU CAN ONLY PLACE A 4+ ON TOP OF A 4+"

"since WHEN?! THIS WASN'T THE RULE LAST WEEK!" i scream back, refusing to back down. i am not picking up four cards. "i would never cheat. unlike YOU," i accuse, shoving another fork full of the pie into my mouth in defiance.

he dramatically gasps shoving a fork full of pie into his own mouth, and glares at me. i glare right back, both of us wordlessly agreeing that whoever loses the staring competition loses the uno argument. ignoring the burning in my eyes, i keep my expression neutral as i watch the tears building up in tetsuro's lashline, his right eye twitching and turning slightly red.

"YES!" i scream as he blinks, wiping his eyes and sighing dramatically before beginning to pick up six cards, unable to come up with an excuse.

i laugh mercilessly and we continue the game, which i ended up winning after he picked up another 12 cards, flashing me the 'please have mercy on me' eyes every time he reached for the deck.

"you really are a wicked little witch aren't you?" he mutters as he gets up. i snort in response, eating the last of my pie.

"i wanna another slice," he announces. "you want?" nodding eagerly, i give him my plate.

"i want a slice with a bat," i call out, referring to the misshapen shapes we cut out on the top layer of the pie.

when he came back, he halted at the door as he silently watches me set up face masks and mani-pedi equipment on the coffee table, the entire pie tray with two forks, instead of two slices, in his hands. i raised my eyebrows, and he mirrors my expression towards my makeshift salon on the floor of our living room.

we both shrug and he comes and sits next to me, picking up a face mask packet and reading the description.

"ooh! aloe vera!"

that's how we ended up watching shitty comedies all night with white face masks on and stomachs stuffed with pie.

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laying in bed my head resting on tetsuro's shoulder and my hand rhythmically stroking his hair, i bask in the feeling of comfort and my mind being stress free. shielded from the cold night with a million blankets and the massive man sleeping next to me, with my especially cold, numb feet tucked under his thigh, i match my breathing with his easily as i follow after him into a deep slumber.

because that's what the season of autumn is about, really. taking it easy after the adventurous months that were spring and summer, to rewind and become a home-bug again as the weather cools down. and these moments with tetsuro?

these moments are what makes this my favourite time of year.

ahhh this was so, so fun!! special thanks to @/kal0psi-a for organising this entire collab <3

#2021 fall collab #collab event #collab #haikyu x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo x gn!reader #kuroo comfort #kuroo tetsuro scenarios #kuroo tetsuro #fall 2021

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lolabangtan · 4 years

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read at 4 AM | ksj

When you received a voice mail from your boss, you didn’t expect him to tell you how good had it been dreaming about you tying him down and fucking him senseless. What kind of face could you use to look at him the next morning, knowing he hasn’t realized he texted the wrong person?

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: nothing really just shy jinnie

# sub!Seokjin, CEO!Jin, spanking, embarrassing situations, semi-public sex, rope bunny!Jin, face riding, verbal humiliation, kinda choking kink?, power play, dom!reader

You couldn’t sleep that night, for some reason. Something was bugging you, as if you were expectant. You were laying on your bed, checking your cell phone, scrolling through recent messages, when suddenly a voice mail popped up in your screen.

Mr. Kim, your boss, rarely texted you. He was a sweetheart, but also really shy and gentle. You often thought Seokjin never talked to you more than the necessary because he disliked you, but something in his behavior, in his manners whenever you two were close, told you that he was actually pretty shy.

But it was 4 am, why had he sent you a voice mail? You played the audio, unable to contain your curiosity, and listened carefully:

“Namjoon, I know it’s late as fuck, but… Dude I just had a dream, about Y/N, fucking me in my office. Like… I know you probably don’t wanna hear ‘bout it… The thing is, it was so fucking hot, like Namjoon, I never thought a woman could do that kind of things. She was… y’know, s-spaking me and she had tied me up, she was treating me like her fuck toy, and it felt so good? But how am I gonna look at her tomorrow? We have a meeting and it’s hard enough for me to talk to her on a daily basis…”

When the sound ended, you didn’t know what to say, or what to think. Seokjin had had a dream about you fucking him senseless? That was hot as fuck. Would he be touching himself, moaning your name and whining like a little baby? Gosh, if he was, you wanted to tell him not to touch himself without permission so hard. Then you thought about answering him, but that would just make him even more shy and reluctant, so maybe you had to take advantage of this new information. After saving the message, you went back to sleep, with a bug of excitement flying around your head.

“Y/N, did you send me the invoice of the last DinNIM brand purchase?”

The chief officer of the Marketing department, Kim Namjoon, was another sweetheart and probably the person Seokjin’s voice mail was meant for.

“I did it yesterday. And Min Yoongi came this morning to talk to Mr. Kim,” you answered. “He said something about the Human Resources department, do you know anything?”

“Ah, kind of. I think Seokjin wants to make a new recruitment, you should talk to him.”

Watching him cocking his eyebrows, you sighed and remembered your boss’ voice mail. Something warm made your spin shiver. You got up, your expression firm and confident, and gave Jimin a smirk.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. I should be told these things as the CHRO, what a bad boy...”

You went straight to Seokjin’s office and opened the door, but the room was empty, so you sat on his chair and waited.

“Thank you, Mrs. Choi, I’ll tell you later.”

The man closed the door behind him before seeing you sitting in his chair. You looked so gorgeous, with than short pencil skirt around your thighs, and that white blouse that sculpted your chest so painfully well.

“Miss Y/L/N, what are you doing… here?” Seokjin murmured, eyes glued to your body.

“I wanted to talk to you before today’s meeting,” you said, “You should talk to me about this kind of things before telling someone else, you know?”

“W-what do you mean?”

Oh boy, his voice sounded so panicked.

“I’m talking about the HR project. Mr. Min is not the chief officer, I am… Mr. Kim.”

“I-it’s just that I didn’t want to bother you, you are busy enough with the DinNIM purchase,” he said back, nervous.

You giggled flirty, eyeing him with your best seducing abilities, and crossed your legs so he could see a hint of your inner thighs. He always looked so good, so goofy but sweet at the same time, Seokjin was the kind of guy you loved to wreck. With confident steps, you approached the blinds that hid them from the rest of the office and pulled, finally getting some privacy.

“I like your tie,” you said, “This color matches your skin tone.”

Seokjin took a deep breath. His body was shaking in excitement, unable to forget the vivid dream he had had last night. A quick glance to your cleavage and the man wasn’t able to hide his growing arousal anymore.

“Was it on the floor or over your desk?” you asked suddenly.

“E-excuse me?”

His nervousness made you smirk again.

“When I fucked you, in your dream,” you continued, “Where did it happen?”

You did not give him time to react: with hungry hands, you hurried and kissed him deeply, being quickly corresponded. Lips against his neck and hands loosening his tie, you could feel his breath getting heavier.

“How d-do you know…?” Seokjin tried to ask.

“You should be more careful with whom you send your messages, dirty boy.”

The man hurried to check his phone, but you got ahead of him and played the voice mail. “I never thought a woman could do that kind of things. She was… y’know, s-spaking me and she had tied me up, she was treating me like her fuck toy, and it felt so fucking good?” Seokjin kept staring at you, wondering and shivering.

“The desk,” he whispered.

You turned him over and pushed him to the wooden surface, checking him out with hungry eyes. Your fingers felt avid, you wanted to do all the things he had dreamed about.

“Do you wanna be my fuck toy?”

“Yes,” Jin said, “Yes, please.”

After locking the door, you moved back to him and got his blue silk tie. It was smooth, a perfect match for his golden skin.

“This,” you said, pointing at his jacket, “Off.”

When Seokjin obliged eagerly, he waited for your next command with his sweaty chest going up and down heavily. With expert fingers, you unbuttoned his shirt, making sure that he felt your nails over his skin. Then you sat on his chair right in front of him and crossed your legs.

“Did you touch yourself after having that dirty dream, Jinnie?” He shook his head, shivering at the way your lips purred that nickname, “Did you want to?”

“Y-yes...”

You bit your lip, eyes going down his naked chest and bulge.

“Why didn’t you, then? It’s not that I would knew about it,” you insisted.

“Because you… wouldn’t have liked it,” he replied, “I don’t want to annoy you.”

You patted his head and smiled, and Seokjin leaned onto your hand.

“You’re such a sweetheart, Jin, such a good boy for me. You can touch yourself now,” you told him, a kind smile on your lips when you lowered his fly.

You were already wet before he started jerking off, all that foreplay was getting hot as fuck, but the moment Seokjin began teasing his wet tip the way he probably pictured you doing it in his dream, your core became a fucking waterfall. The man was so turned on that you could see perfectly the moment he was about to come, so you just watched him cum over his belly with a wrecked smile.

“Did I say you could come, Jinnie?”

Gosh, Seokjin loved that nickname so much.

“N-no… Sorry, I-I couldn’t help it...” the man whispered with puppy eyes.

“Sit on my lap.”

Then again, he obliged almost immediately. When his chest got over your left thigh, you could feel his dick, angry red, hardening again.

“You’re so nasty, Jin, cumming when you weren’t supposed to. Did you want to enjoy the closest contact I will ever have with that dirty, small cock of yours?” Before Seokjin replied, you spanked him in the ass, shutting him up, “Coming all over yourself like a slut. Did you like it, jerking off in your office, where everyone could hear you? Does that turn you on, Jinnie?”

With every slap, Seokjin found it harder to swallow his moans and grunts. Was he dreaming again? No, the feeling of your hand on his ass was too real to be a dream, his dick growing harder and harder against your thigh was too real to be a dream.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please,” he moaned, tears starting to form in his eyes.

“Please, what? I can’t let your hands free, you’re such a dirty boy you would touch yourself again, Jinnie…”

You lowered your other hand through the gap between your stomach and his back and found his cock. Using the precum to lube it, Seokjin moved his hips forward, seeking more contact, so you spanked him again.

“Behave yourself.”

“I’m sorry,” he moaned, loudly, “I’m so sorry, please, don’t stop!”

“Everybody outside the office is gonna hear you, bad boy.”

Seokjin shook his head once again, trying not to move his hips forward, ignoring his growing seek of friction.

“I’m a good boy, your good boy,” the man whispered.

You kissed his cheek.

“Yes you are, you’re doing so great...” you said, moving your hand up and down on his dick.

“C-can I…” he murmured, shyly, “Can I eat you out? Pretty please?”

His words made you remember the fact that you were so fucking wet, that your core sought for friction too. And god, the way he looked at you, how could you tell him he couldn't? Those puppy eyes, desperate to eat your pussy.

“I think you’ve earned it.”

His face suddenly got brighter and Seokjin got on his knees real quick, eager with his tongue already out. You decided to put on a little show for your good boy and unbuttoned your blouse, slowly enough to let him enjoy your smooth skin appearing in front of him.

“Have you ever wanted to fuck me, Jinnie?” you asked casually.

His throat sounded dry.

“Y-yes.”

“Hands back, and don’t move.” You approached him from behind and finally tied his hands.

Poor Seokjin was shaking and sweating, his mind probably going from one thought to other. By the time you were finished, the man’s cock had already become angry red. After one last glance, he had opened his pretty mouth in a silent petition for having you sitting on him, and how could you not oblige.

His tongue, if not meticulous, was wet and welcoming. Seokjin, actually, had never eaten out a girl until her orgasm. He tried a few times, but apparently he wasn’t good enough, because the person he’d be with would only shake their thighs and tell him to stop.

“S-slow down a bit, Jinnie,” you told him, finding it a bit hard to talk, “Play some more with the labia before going to the clit.”

The man did something similar to nodding and licked your entrance eagerly, like a starved man, making you sigh. When a barely decent amount of time passed, you lost your patience and grabbed his hair to make him lick your clit, to which he obliged almost immediately. Then you tightened your thighs around his head, Jin’s tongue hitting on the exact places, until you came.

You heard him choking and moaning, happily on his knees with his mouth covered with your juices and his hands tied behind his back.

“Who’d say that one day you’d get fucked in your own office,” you murmured, fingers playing with his hair, “You sounded so shy in your voice mail, you didn’t even finished telling me about it. What else did I do to you?”

Seokjin took a deep breath, not having had his normal breathing back.

“You r-rode me...”

“Hmmm… So that’s what I did...” you purred, “And you want me to ride you, right?”

“Y-yes!”

Seokjin sounded so enthusiastic about it that you couldn't help that little giggle that escaped your lips. Your fingertips caressed his naked shoulders, skin glowy and sweaty, and you pointed at his desk. He lied down and struggled finding a comfortable position for his tied arms, but when he did, you didn’t hesitate and unbuckled his belt. Then you showed him a plastic package.

“Look at this big boy here, Jinnie, I’m gonna have so much fun with you...”

When the condom was already on him, the man couldn't stop staring as you got rid of your bra. With a longing sigh, you also lowered your pencil skirt along with your underwear and jumped on him.

“P-please, Y/N, I need you so much,” Seokjin groaned.

You decided to take pity on him and lowered your hips, feeling a nice, warm thing inside you as Seokjin’s cock got deeper. He wasn’t actually that big, but shy guys like Jinnie needed a bit of encouragement.

“Oh, f-fuck! You’re so tight,” he whined.

“You feel just right, Jinnie...”

You started moving your hips and thighs, really enjoying how he felt inside you, riding him had started to be intoxicating, as if you could never have enough of the friction. Seokjin arched his back out of pleasure, he had been feeling at the edge for the entire morning and now he was fighting against coming like a teen virgin.

“I don’t know if I w-will… last long enough,” he said, ��I want to cum, please, please...”

His broken voice made you smile. Caressing his broad shoulders, your hand touched the skin of his neck and put a light pressure on his throat.

“Mhmm, Jinnie, how can you feel this good?” you moaned, closing your eyes.

“Please, Y/N, I can’t… Please!”

Your hips started moving faster, they were burning and the friction between your skin and his was also overwhelming, but you couldn't stop, his cock felt so, so good. You sank your fingernails on his chest to prevent yourself from falling off of him, but that made Seokjin moan and his dick twitched inside you.

“Look, Jinnie, there’s only a few minutes until the meeting starts,” you purred, “Do you think you can make me cum on that pretty cock of yours?”

You were close, so fucking close, it wouldn’t take you long to get your orgasm, but you wanted to see Jin nervous, afraid of not being able to make you cum on his dick. Somehow he managed to raise his hips and get even deeper, and Jin tried to get rid of the tie around his wrists.

“I want to touch you, please,” he whined.

“Wait a bit longer Jinnie, I’m so close...”

You bent over to kiss him, a wet, deep contact. Both your bodies felt hot and sweaty, and you wished your coworkers couldn't actually hear you or you’d be in trouble. Seokjin tried to get closer, craving for your touch, and you took pity on him and kissed his neck. Feeling the knot in your stomach getting tighter, you fastened the moves of your hips and thighs.

“God Jinnie, I’m coming,” you whispered breathless, “Be a good boy and cum for me, Jinnie, will you?”

When your walls tightened around him, Jin had to swallow a huge moan as something cold burned his legs, but it also felt like warm water, shiver chills and the best orgasm of his life. With your mouth against his, Jin made you the only witness of his whines and gasps as you rode him with your last remnants of energy.

“Fuck,” Seokjin said, heavy breathing and a rush of spit under his full lips.

“You’re such a good boy, Jinnie,” you purred, petting his head, not wanting to get off of him yet. “My pretty, good boy.”

He leaned into your touch, leaving floppy kisses on your neck and chest, but then your phone alarm started ringing with a colorful ‘MEETING’ in the screen. When you got up to reach your blouse, Jin smiled in one of his attempts to look cool:

“There’s still one thing you have to take care of.”

Grinning, you approached him and caressed the tip of his dick with your thumb, making him gasp and raise his hips. The over-stimulation was delicious, indeed, but then he shook his hands before you and you realized you hadn’t untied him yet.

“But don’t stop,” Jin whined again.

As soon as he was free, the young man caressed his sore butt cheeks with a masochist, content feeling, and turned around to look at you buttoning your blouse and skirt. It felt real, but also like a dream, so strange.

“Let’s go to the meeting,” you said before leaving the room, but waited for him at the entrance after seeing he wasn’t following you, “C’mon Jinnie, sadly we can’t stay here the whole morning, we must go to the meeting, Be a good boy.”

“I’m your pretty boy, I deserve a reward after this,” Seokjin pouted.

“Yeah but put on your pants first.”

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genius11rare · 4 years

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Chit Chat 111620 11-16-20

Chitchat 111620 with Jack Michael Jeremys Chair and the disembodied voice of alfredo (no he left after set up immediately , never heard him) id put “keep reading” if i knew how for this sorry

Jack: hi im jack with my friends michael and Spearow the dragon (jeremys not here , theres a spyro … pillow i think on his chair).. So we made the mistake of doing 2 minecrafts backtoback and it ended like 20 minutes ago then like “oh yeah we have other stuff we need to set up before”… Michael: yeah this isnt so much a chitchat it is just a chit not really time for a chat. Jack: how about we chit about recapping extralife? It went really well thank you everyone who watched and contributed, trying to get chat up right now…. Cuz we got Chit trying to get the Chat as well… this is the 4th year in a row we raised over 1 million$ , and were having some auctions for charity. Up for auction: 3D printed gen lock heads , pictures of the Spooky Hour (Gen Notes i thought they were done with that?) , the jon risinger bob ross segment painting , some f*face hats , some wood and glass sculptures (jeremy comes back during around this) … and gratz to jeremy for urinating and coming back *on time* Jeremy: hey my bathroom is a few steps from here… that whole time was spent peeing Oooohhhh better. Jack: michael , jeremy got anything to say about whats happened recently. Michael: no uh…. Just recovering… Jeremy: oh that was hard to watch michael. Jack: oh i have this picture i posted on twitter of fiona milking gavin…. Spraying milk into his eyes , sounds weird when i phrase it like that see if i can post it. Fiona somehow got both eyes in one shot , none in the mouth (the goal) just eyes. If you don't know the context it looks like hes spraying milk from his head like some kind of anime demon… then the paintballs happened…. Usually with paintballs theyve been going a while and theyve calmed down , that time it was new compressors and we JUST started using them for michael and gavin (Michael: “they” as in the paintballs themselves , theyve calmed down) yeah so that time they still had a lot of OOMPF and it was like getting kicked in the head over and over. Michael: no that's good , kick me in the head all you want. I went second just so i could tell how bad it hurt , so i knew where to hit gavin to make it hurt the most… immediately flipped on it like “he doesnt deserve this” and shot the face (which hurt the least) as much to spare him… i did do a few tummy shots but still. Jack: the crotch was also a good spot cuz of the cockblocker… problem is if you missed they go left or right into your thigh Michael: the thigh and stomach hurt the most … our thighs are black Jeremy: were also doing the vinyl Jack: oh yeah we reached our goal and putting AH the musical on a vinyl , plus a new song with Fiona ive been working with her trying to get the tone and everything (Gen notes im gonna guess its there so Still in the Air isnt…) … Jeremy wanna say what you offered up? Jeremy: yeah were doing the AH rap version 2 (Gen notes either A. a version with the rest of “The B Team” to have verses , or B. redoing it without HIM) , been working on a beat for it … ive written one verse mine so far (Gen notes , think its option B then) but i feel like its a little TOO mean so i may dial it back down a bit … the plan is shorter verses but more people , so hopefully Myself , michael gavin , Jack , Fiona , the twins , Matt , Lindsay and MAYBE a verse where the support room jump in one bar at a time , still in the works. Jack: yeah you guys DEMOLISHED goals, chads daughter she is so sweet… she saved up chore money and wanted to donate it all of her own , she wasn't convinced to she just wanted to donate 20$ which just broke everyone - well chad and i , caiti held it together, so we asked the audience to match her 20$... over the course of 10 minutes that 20$ became 65000$... we broke extralife we legit broke their intake of donations. We also had 2 people there who if we needed to hand something to someone wed give it to them , theyd “baptize” it as covid precaution then give it to whoever. Michael: except cloth they were like “you touch cloth you own it” … was like i could walk away with a lot of things right here , this towel? This towels done (Jack: you just going around grabbing curtains) … (start paraphrasing) we always want extralife to be like the best show ever cuz its for a good cause , but then this year we were like “how would we even pull it off”... i don't think 2020 extralife couldve gone better given everything (end paraphrasing) “fave extralife 2020 moment” Jack: my thing… Chad James is a freaking beast and towards the end the last segment we did was called the sweet and sour hour where caiti would do something nice and chad would get punished … it ended up getting stacked so we started doing some at once. At one point Chad is on the pummelhorse which is an elastic band that hits you in the undercarriage , chelsea was there with a leg wax remover , then we had cody from code 4 which is our compliance officer with hand sanitizer. So Blaine pummelhorses chad , chelsea leg waxes him and then cody sprays him with the antiseptic (michael: in his eyes… Gen Notes i mean hes probably kidding but idk it seems possible) … chads on the pummelhorse weeping and Blaines ALREADY spinning the wheel. Michael: its funny , theres so much stuff that happened and not just the segments i was there for , but a simple delight getting chad to eat that whole pickle … he was just saying “i cant do it ill throw up” and i just kept repeating “youu can dooooo iit...”... gave me some enjoyment since i was there basically to get slapped around , but in between i made chad eat a pickle Jack: so jeremy you have a fave moment? I know you were there for the solo stream section - oh i forgot about DJ JAAWNK how could i that was a blast Jeremy: yeah i was listening to most of the solo streamer section , i know Kdin had a thing where she gathered a bunch of people to do among us and it was fun…. For a certain donation amount they would just launch john mace into space , theyd just call a meeting and get him… Matt joined me playing spyro and i had the Gold Chonky spyro mods on , and if people donated enough wed spin a wheel that me or him would have to do.. We had to spin it like 15 times , and alot of them were “have to hold the controller upsidedown” which is a monstrosity… and twice it was me put a blindfold on and matt would have to direct me through the level. I panicked A LOT cuz you could HEAR the enemies shooting at and coming at you but i didn't know where … it was like a live Matt and Jeremy do something - your welcome sarah! (Michael: you did do something… Spearow… Spearowmint gum) so first were doing SPiderman Miles Morales PS4 edition cuz i don't have a PS5! Everyones talking about how they're sold out so the most ive done was when i was shopping for ovens i was like “lemme peruse the playstation aisle” didn't see one and went guess im not getting one… Jack: are they even selling them in person or is it just online… Michael: i know game stop is selling them , they're sold out but i know they were selling them.... Think most stores waiting for black friday to get them in store… i want one but im not going to a store on black friday , ill play fall guys if i want to get trampled Jack: oh yeah someone mentioned the ChungeScwa heist is coming we reached that goal Michael: fiona said i could be there, i asked can i help and she said something like “plz help , cuz otherwise it wont happen.” ive also offered doing a 50 turn mario party even though it wasn't a goal cuz we didn't even do last years so now wed owe 2 for 2021 assuming we can make that happen. Jack: cant you do a 100 turn mario party is that a thing? Michael: no 50 is the most , ive contemplated maybe we combine them into one game and scores carry over but it might be upsetting if im ahead by 9 stars after 50 turns and then it just becomes a 4 hour victory lap so its probably better to do 2 of them… we were about to do one in april we were planning on shooting it in april but then SOMETHING came up idk what it was … it just kept coming up for 7 months… Jeremy: and they don't stop coming and they don't stop coming… oh if were going to show my PS4 screen lemme show how much a loser i am…. Jack: you got a platinum in bug snax?!?!? Jeremy: yuuuppppp!!!

#gen notes #for later #text #backed up #chit chat #AH #achievement hunter #jeremy dooley #ah jeremy #index #my post #november 2020 #idk what else to tag #keep reading #well would if could #chitchat

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years

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Survey #326

“life by life / waste to waste / i'm the harbinger: the master of decay”

When you get married what do you think you’ll put most of your focus and money into? Do you mean like, for the wedding? Probably the venue. Or possibly the photographer. Have you ever had a teacher that also taught your parents? No. What’s something you complain about frequently? My legs. Are you afraid of falling in love? Very. Are you close to any of your aunts/uncles? Not very. Do you hate it when people smoke around you? Very much so. Do you own anything that is special edition? Yeah, things like DVDs. Do you have any funky bookmarks? I have this one meerkat bookmark where the image moves when you tilt it. Did you ever watch Pokemon? Hell yeah I did. Are there more females or males in your family? Females. Does anyone in your family snore loudly? My mom does due to having gerd. Dad did too when I actually lived with him. I wouldn't know nowadays. Do you own a camera tripod? Yes. Did you ever believe in mermaids? No. Have you ever purchased alcohol? Yes. Any essential quirks/interests/other you look for in a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner? Similar interests, like being a metal fan and gamer especially, as well as a serious animal lover for sure. Any romantic gestures you really like? Okay if someone did that little bow thing while reaching out for my hand to dance, I'd melt, lol. I also appreciate love interests holding open doors, SHOWING INTEREST IN HOW I FCKN FEEL, asking permission before doing anything in sexual exploration, stuff like that. Any sexual fantasies? Are you daring enough to share one? Yep, not sharing those lmfao. Have you ever been in love? Twice. What is your favorite/least favorite word? My favorite is "serendipity/serendipitous," and my least favorite is "retarded." Have you ever been skinny dipping? No. If I actually had a body I was confident in, I probably would in privacy tho at night lmao. Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? Oh yeah. What is your favorite thing to do? Probably RPing with my favorite OCs when I'm in a really creative mood and during a great scene. Did you go to your senior prom? Yeah, I did. Prom's honestly pretty damn overrated, but I did it and his senior prom anyway. It's the picking out a beautiful dress and taking pictures that I loved. What did you do after graduation? I don't remember. We probably went out to eat or something. Favorite home cooked meal growing up? Spaghetti. What item most embarrasses you to purchase? Nothing, really. Do you give cards to people for holidays or events? No. Name the coolest thing about one of your grandparents. Uhhhhh idk. Name two things you put whipped cream on? I hate the texture of whipped cream. Do you ever eat peanut butter straight from the jar? Sometimes if I want a snack but am trying to be healthy-ish, I'll eat just a scoop. What was the last pill you took for? Pain. Do you prefer your clothes loose or close fitting? Loose, 100%. Favorite thing you’ve ever painted? Meerkats grooming. I did it in high school on a large piece of burlap. Are there any songs that remind you of your mother? "Take It Like a Woman" by Alice Cooper, for one. How did your elementary school teachers describe you? Very smart, sweet, friendly, and nice. Game you were best at in PE/gym? Pf, none. Obsession from childhood? Dinosaurs and Pokemon. Best way for someone to bond with you? Let's talk about deep stuff regarding the world or about how awesome animals are. Top 5 favorite Vines? Oh boy. There are just way too many. I'll try to name a few: 1.) the "I can't find my berries" saga guy; 2.) *in drive-thru, asked what he would like to order* "I wanna FUCKIN DIE"; 2.) "i cOUldA DROPpeD my CroISSAnt"; 3.) "it's Wednesday, m'dudes"; 4.) "a d a m"; 5.) "I WON'T HESITATE, BITCH." God, I miss Vine. What is the first meme you remember seeing? Holy cow, I have no idea. Sci-fi, fantasy, or superheroes? Fantasy. Favorite tradition? Dressing up for Halloween, even though I don't do it anymore... Talent you’re proud of having? Writing. Favorite website from your childhood? Webkinz was unbeatable. I was obsessed. Any good luck charms? I don't believe in those. Favorite potato food? French fries. Tell me the color of your eyes, without using the name of a color: Uhhhh a cloudy sky right before rain? Ever been through a goth phase? Goth is my fucking AESTHETIC. I wish I could afford a truly gothic wardrobe, because you bet your sweet ass it's all I'd wear out. Can you remember your first phone? If so, what kind was it? I think so? It was a Blueberry, I believe. Who is your favourite character from Alice in Wonderland? Obviously the Cheshire cat. What is your favorite type of YouTube video to watch? Lately, it's been tarantula and snake channels/pet YouTubers. I still think my overall favorites are let's plays, but right now it's just stepping back a bit. What’s the next project you are excited to start? I have this pretty cool drawing I wanna do of a morbid meerkat doing a big toothy smile, doing a peace sign (but his fingers are syringes) with a crown blinking over his head. Inspired by the "Professional Griefers" lyric of "lab rat king." I just really wanna make it perfect and am procrastinating in fear of failing... Have you ever experienced a miracle? I don't think I believe in miracles. What are your top three names you like for a daughter? Alessandra, Justine, and Chloe, to name a few. Which did you like better: high school or college? High school, at least in most ways. What is the theme of your bedroom? It doesn't have a theme. My interests just kinda threw up everywhere, haha. Have you ever lived in a dorm? No. Were you raised religious? Yes. Do you do your own taxes, or do you hire a professional? I don't have to do taxes yet. What was the very first thing you ever saved up to buy with your own money? Venus was the first big thing, I think. Describe your favorite Christmas ornament: I don't know what that would be, honestly. We have so very many. What jobs did your parents have when you were growing up? Dad's always been a mailman, and he also had a second job as a carpenter for a while. Mom worked with special needs children at my elementary school as a teacher assistant. She also worked at the hospital at one point, doing some computer work. I don't remember her actual position. Are you taller than your mom? We're the same height. Would you marry someone if they were unable to have sex? Sure, that's not a big deal to me. Last reason you went to the ER? For myself, a suicide attempt/overdose. What was the last word document you typed? This survey, actually, so I could save progress as I combine them. What’s something you don’t think people take seriously enough? Global warming. Have you ever dated someone who had a child from a previous relationship? No. Is there any drama currently going on with your family? No. What was the last fruit or vegetable you chopped/sliced up? An apple. I wanted apple slices with peanut butter. What is your favorite Hostess/Little Debbie snack? Holy SHIT that is impossible. Maybe the devil cakes, but I really don't know. I love most of them. Do you/your family buy loaf from the bakery or bagged on the shelf? Bagged. White, wheat or other? Mom buys white bread, but my favorite is pumpernickel. What was the last non-fiction book you’ve read? (Not a school textbook!): I ain't got a clue. I don't really read non-fiction. What color are your headphones/earbuds? These are blue. Would you be embarrassed to find out you snored loudly in public? Yep. Thankfully, I don't snore. Do you feel guilty about killing bugs? Yep. How do you feel about coconut? Not a fan. ^ Ever cracked one open? Ha, I've always wanted to. Who did you last worry about and why? My mom. She's getting a CT scan ASAP due to chronic headaches and stomach pain, so I'm worried her cancer might be re-emerging. When was the last time you ate/drank something gross just to be polite? I don't know; I struggle to do this. If I don't like something, my face shows it. I can't help it. When did you last make up a baby’s bottle? Never. Do you have any framed black & white photos in your home? Who are they of? No. What’s the most expensive thing your car needed to get done? N/A If you had a thousand dollars to spend on a pricey brand you like but can’t really afford (until now of course), which ONE brand would you chose? I don't know. Real talk, I find most luxury brands to sell pretty ugly stuff... Do you like candy canes? Yeah. Do you still talk to any of your old teachers? Yes; one is my landlord. What color was the dress you wore to your senior prom? It was black. Ever go to another school’s prom? No. Do you like burning candles or incense? I love incense. Do you ever venture into the woods? What do you normally do in there? When I used to live in the woods, I did every now and then to take pictures. Does your significant other ever make you mix CDs? Single, but that would be so romantic. /swoons How did you dress your freshman year of high school? I was this emo/metalhead/goth creature. What is the best present you have ever received? My dog Teddy. <3 What is the best present you have ever given? I put the most effort into a scrapbook thing of well over a hundred reasons I loved my then-boyfriend Jason. Even though we're done, I honestly hope he still has it, just to remember. What is the best surprise you have ever had? Sara's parents paying for a flight up there to be with Sara for her birthday. Have you ever been robbed? No, thankfully. Ever kiss someone on the first date? No. Ever sleep with someone on the first date? Definitely a nope. Ever give someone a wrong phone number on purpose? No. What’s the strangest thing you have ever witnessed firsthand? I have no idea. It's... very morbid, but possibly dogs twitching after being euthanized. Seeing Teddy do it was such a strange, painful experience. Like there was still life in there... even though I know it was just his nerves doing their final hoorah and he was already dead. Ever seen a psychiatric ward? I've been in a mental hospital five or six times, so I'm uncomfortably familiar with them. What is the last thing you did that you didn’t want to do? Group therapy. I'm really burning out on it. Thankfully, I don't have it on the weekends. What is the last thing you convinced someone else to do? I dunno. If you could live in a different time, would you? When? Nah. Do you prefer to sleep alone or with someone else? Sleeping alone is more comfortably physically, but I usually prefer sleeping with a partner because there's this amazing feeling of safety, love, and companionship. How many pillows do you sleep with? Two. Do you prefer cold air and blankets, or warm air and no blankets? Cold air and blankets by ten miles. I can't sleep if I'm even remotely hot. How often do you dust? Sigh, not as much as I need to. What is the most "extreme" activity you have ever done? I haven't done very much that fits that description... so idk. Dr. Pepper or root beer? Dr. Pepper. I hate root beer. Last room you cleaned? Mine. Last thing you did that made you feel like an adult? Checked into the doctor's office by myself, haha... Talk about sad. What’s your favorite picture of your mom? Dad? It's not my business to actually share those pictures, but I can describe them. I fucking ADORE this candid photograph I took of my mom laughing; I will forever cherish it. It's morbid to think about, but it's absolutely a picture I'll frame of her once she's passed away. I don't have many pictures of Dad, but I do really like this picture we took together at Red Lobster once. Are you subscribed to anything (Magazines, monthly boxes, streaming sites, etc.)? Mom pays an Adobe Creative Cloud photography bundle subscription for me, but that's it. Last TV show series you finished? Fullmetal Alchemist with Sara. It was a rewatch for me, but she'd never seen it. What’s something exciting that’s happened to one of your friends recently? A childhood friend got engaged a few days back. Do you have any board games? If so, where do you keep them? We have a few somewhere. What were the last things you glued together? I don’t recall. What are your friends’ pets’ names? I'll just use Sara here since she's my best friend. She has two family dogs, Buster and Beesly, a cat named Winter, four ball pythons named Martha, Crowley, Little Dot, and Jane Marie, and Doris, a bearded dragon that I personally adore most. :') What all did you do today? I played World of Warcraft early this morning, but not for very long. I've been in a phase of being very uninterested in it lately. I've mostly just done surveys... lots of surveys. I'm just in the mood to. I've also been listening to music and watching John Wolfe play Amnesia: Rebirth periodically. If you live in a house, how many floors does it have? If you live in an apartment building, how many units does it have? It's just one floor. Would you like to live in a world with mythical creatures, even if they turned out to be evil or dangerous? Honestly... I probably would, haha. Are you scared of heights? Yes. When was the last time you lost something of great sentimental value? Did you ever end up finding it again? Never, I think and hope. What food do you find to be the most filling? Is this something you eat a lot of? Eggs or oatmeal. Not really. What do you think of people who purposefully train their dogs to fight or to be aggressive? They're fucking garbage human beings. If you suffer/have suffered with acne, do you squeeze your spots or do your best to just leave them be? Ugh, I was so bad (and still am if something pops up) about picking at it. Does your father have any hobbies? What are they? Sure. He loves sports, fishing, idk if he still plays video games, fantasy football... and I can't forget playing with his grandkids. It's hard for me to know all of them when I don't live with him and see him rarely. What did the last face mask you wore look like? It was just a white cotton one. Is there a specific song that you always request at parties? What is it? I don't go to parties. Would you rather read poetry or write poetry? Write it. Have you ever had any really infected injuries? I've had infected piercings as well as a badly infected pilonidal cyst. Is there any band out there that you like every song by them? No. Are you popular on any websites? No. What was the last song you listened to? Aaaaand now I'm hooked on "NIHIL" by 3TEETH. Are you currently texting anyone right now? No. When was the last time you played jump rope? Yikes, probably not since I was a kid. I used to love it. Who was the last person you offended? I dunno. What’s the earliest you’ve ever had to wake up for work? Not early. Do you know anyone who has changed their first name? I know trans people who have, yes. Do you know anyone who has been on life support and survived? No. At least, I don't believe so. Do your parents have a strong relationship together? They're divorced, and Mom at least can't stand him. Dad doesn't really care. Do you ever feel like you’re sharing too much about yourself online? Oh, I absolutely used to. I still might, idk. I've tried to reel it back some. How many windows are in the room you’re in? Eight, but they're just small, vertical rectangles stacked together, so it's not as revealing as it sounds. What was the last necklace you wore? My spiked choker, I think, for pictures. Or maybe the one I have with a bunch of big silver skulls. Do you think there are more dimensions than what we’re able to perceive? I don't think so, no. Does anyone in your family have schizophrenia? My half-sister on Dad's side that I've never met. Have you ever been in an abandoned house? A shack, yeah. Do you like art? I positively adore it. I could NOT imagine life without it. How about theatre? I don't care for it. Have you ever made breakfast for someone? Yes, for Sara. Do you talk to your crush? If you have one. Yeah, she's my best fren. If yes, what do you usually talk about? Nowadays I ask her almost daily how she's doing in regards to her progress of recovering from both serious physical and mental stressors. I try to always be an available ear if she ever wants to vent. Would you rather read or watch a video about something? Watch a video. In what ways have you fulfilled some of the hopes and dreams you had as a teenager? I've fulfilled none of those. What’s one stressful thing you’ve been trying to deal with lately? How have you been dealing with it? Inexplicable, chronic boredom/serious anhedonia. I've just... put up with it. I get pleasure out of essentially nothing most days, and it sucks big time. I just try to distract myself and force myself to do things I usually love, though I've been bad about actually succeeding in making me do said stuff... Is there a regional chain of store/restaurant/etc. in your area that you feel very loyal to? MOTHERFUCKIN BOJANGLE'S, BITCH. You think YOU have good fries somewhere? Oh hunny, sit down. Oftentimes, people warn us against getting tattoos or body modifications or dying our hair unnatural colors because we could be judged poorly for them. But has a more “alternative” look ever worked out in your favor? Well, I like myself better with my piercings and tattoos, and that's all that really matters to me. Do you have any daily routine/habit of that you’re really proud of keeping up? No. .-. Pick one of the following activities to do in a forest (assume you would be equally good at each one of these): Foraging for mushrooms, identifying trees, searching for specific types of bugs, trying to build something out of fallen branches and logs. Searching for bugs w/ my camera!!! But that all sounds fun. What’s the hardest class you’ve ever taken? My most recent math course that I failed horribly.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''master of decay'' by 3teeth

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littlebird-99 · 5 years

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Hate Being A Legacy

Summary: She is a hunter in a family as notorious as the Winchesters- John and her dad even worked together sometimes. She saves Dean and Sam’s asses on a case and they go to her big mansion to rest. Her house has everything a hunter could need: cars, weapons, a training room, an information room where all the hunters in the states can communicate for information or help. Dean starts to fall for her. She is younger than Sam.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: language

The Y/L/N family, the worlds most notorious hunters. Hunter's would call if them if lure didn't match up, or if the monster they were hunting didn't seem right.

That wasn't the same with Y/n, their youngest. She hated her family, she was considered the black sheep, she was the only girl in the family and with the Y/L/N's, women are not hunters. She broke that one cardinal rule and became a hunter shortly after her cousin Jenny was murdered by a werewolf.

But, with the Y/L/N family, came responsibilities, you'd help other hunters, or you were the best.

So she was currently watching an abandoned house, waiting for the leader to show. She sat humming along to her music, groaning as it was slowly hitting 4 in the morning.

That was until she spotted a car, she shakes her head, "fucking christ" she groans, she noticed that car. Fuck, every hunter noticed that car when it drove past them. "Fucking Winchesters…"

She was currently working a case in Omaha, Nebraska. Vampires from the looks of it, maybe about 10-15 heads. She hated working on vamps alone. But her family never sent anyone to help.

She exited her car, walking toward the house. Watching the boys exit the car before they head in.

Dean's POV

"This hunts gonna be easy, I mean, only a few vamps, we'll be done and heading for the bar quicker than you reading a book Sammy" he grinned. Sam rolled his eyes, his machete raised as they entered the house.

As soon as they stepped in both boys froze, "dammit" he muttered, there was more than they thought there'd be. He noticed one sneaking up behind Sam, going to warn him. Until everything around him went black.

A groan erupts past his lips, his eyes slowly opening.

"Sammy?" His voice croaked.

"I'm here Dean" his brother's voice sounds off, making his heart kind of calm down.

He looked around, trying to find anything close to undo his wrists. That was until he heard the sounds of fighting erupting around him.

He shakes his head, looking around for someone to show their face. He was not expected a woman to appear from behind the wall.

Her Y/h/c was tied up into a pony and he didn't know how to feel about her saving him, considering how hot she looked.

He shakes his head, "come on, you need our help killing--" Her laugh made his heart stop, and he watches her closely.

"I killed the vamps doll," she says, "just to save you cute brothers" she spoke, her voice music to his ears. 'Dammit Dean, knock it off' he thought to himself, 'she's a random woman, and a hunter, you don't fuck with that' he growls.

She quickly untied them both, before handing them their machetes and begins walking back out the door. What he didn't account for was his brother chasing after her, "Sammy!" He runs after him.

He follows behind them as Sam talks with her, he didn't even know her name, but God damn her ass looked good in those jeans. His eyes traveled her body as she walked, it almost seemed like she was putting effort into the sway of her hips.

He stopped watching her ass as she stopped walking and quickly looked up, "Dean? You alright?' His brother asked. He looked up, shrugging, "nothing," he says quickly.

Sam laughs, rolling his eyes, "alright, well Y/N was just inviting us back to her place, do you wanna go?' He asked his brother.

Dean shrugged, "sure, we'll follow you," he says, smiling at her, Y/N, finally knew her name, he'd have to do some research on her, figure out who exactly she was.

She had started walking away again, and he turned to get into his car until he stopped to see what car she was driving. It was a beautiful, old 1967 Chevy Camaro, black just like his baby before he moves and gets in the car.

"Dude, you're so done" Sam laughs, once he was in the car. He glared at him, "I'm not done, so fuck off.." He growls, he starts the car and starts following Y/N's car down the road.

After a few hours of driving, they approach a gate, making the boys look at each other.

"there's no way…" Sam spoke first, breaking the silence that had started when they pulled up. Sam quickly pulled his phone out, deciding to look Y/N up.

"Dude… she's a Y/L/N…" he says, looking at Dean with his eyes wide, "the best hunters known to well… everyone" he says lightly.

Dean shakes his head, "no fucking way…" he says. He parks the car and gets out, looking at the house, before looking at her, 'damn woman. Stealing my heart and shit, fuck' he thinks as he walks up to her, "so, you're a Y/L/N?" He asked.

She frowns, not what he was expecting, but she did, "I am.." She says softly, "I'm the best hunter in the family, but can we please not? I hate that that's the only reason I'm known for" she says.

He nods, watching her, she was good. Good hunter, beautiful body, hair, fuck her eyes, her beautiful Y/E/C. He shakes his head quickly and follows her inside. Sam smirks watching Dean, "dude, you totally like her" he laughs.

Dean glares, shaking his head and moves, "so, you live here by yourself?" He asked, following her around. She nods, "usually I'm just driving around and hunting, looking for cases" she states.

She shows them around, telling them.about each of the rooms. Dean could tell she hated her family, she didn't want to be a legacy, not that she was like Men Of Letters legacy, but the Y/L/N had quite the legacy to uphold.

Y/n POV

She showed the guys the rooms they were staying in then went to her room, she shakes her head as she stops in front of a painting. It had her whole family, well, minus her. To any and all outsiders, it was almost like she was adopted, which she wasn't, not by any means was she adopted.

Standing in the bathroom, she strips her clothes, deciding she was definitely going to throw them out because she hated how much vamps bleed, and didn't want that.

She looked in the mirror, years of hunting had taken its toll on her body, she was attractive yes, but she had scar after scar the riddled her body, she had a little bit of a stomach, from fast food because who didn't, and she had thighs, she loved her thighs, the stretch marks that came with them too. She didn't care what others thought, especially her family.

She pulled her hair out and climbs into the shower. Turning it on, she let the waterfall down her back as she closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, "another hunt done. Soon I'll be on the road, and won't be here.." she whispered.

After throwing on some different clothes, she walked downstairs and started looking for something to make for dinner, she was here, she might as well make a home-cooked meal.

"So.. I.. well" she turns, looking at Dean, a smile on her face as she noticed he had a hard time getting his words out.

"Cat got your tongue, Winchester?" She teased, throwing her head back as he glared, crossing his arms. He shakes his head, "what're you making for dinner? Was what I was gonna ask ya doll" he smirked

She only nodded, rolling her eyes, "uh huh.. sure you were, doll" she smirks. "And I'm making spaghetti and garlic bread" she smiled.

He nods, watching her cook as he leaned against the counter, his eyes scanned over her body, she had on leggings, but they were like capris, and a tank top, showed off her curves and he just wanted to-

"Dean, earth to Dean" his eyes shot up, glaring at Sam who had just walked in and caught Dean staring, making him laugh as he sits down. "I was just saying, maybe Y/n could join us" he suggests.

Dean looked up, watching Y/n reaction, biting my his lip.

She shrugged, "I don't. I don't know guys, I usually hunt alone, and I don't want to bug you' she says.

"You won't," Dean says a little too quickly, "I mean.. It'd be nice to have someone else to take to besides boring sasquatch here" he jokes.

She shrugs, "I'll think about it. But I will let you both have my number, in case I say no, but I'll still help you boys out" she smiled.

They had enjoyed dinner, talking about different hunts and what's been going on in the world of the Y/l/n's and the Winchesters.

A few months later.

Y/n, of course, didn't go with the body, she couldn't bring herself to do it, but, she still talked to them. The oldest Winchester more than the youngest one, they had talked, and texted, even randomly met up for a beer and a bite to eat. And he'd never admit it to anyone, but he was falling for the huntress.

He never knew what it felt like to actually love someone, other than his brother, but he knew he had fallen deep, when he got a call from Jody, saying a hunter had gone missing from her vehicle, what broke him, was Y/n hadn't texted him for the past week.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 5 years

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A Place To Call Home: Vacation

Summary: The Ackles and Padaleckis are heading to the beach for a two week long family vacation. The reader invites TJ along and is surprised to learn someone else may have beat her to the punch…

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x foster daughter!reader (with TJ)

Word Count: 10,300ish (whoops)

Warnings: language, little implied smut

A/N: Takes place approximately 2 years after the end of A Place To Call Home and after the reader has finished college...

“Hey guys,” asked your dad quietly, skirting back from first class squatting down in the aisle, looking at both you and TJ. “How’s it going back here?”

“Arrow stole my window seat and Zeppelin insisted TJ watch Transformers with him so...lovely,” you said, shaking your head at TJ who was sandwiched between Zepp and Shep across the aisle.

“Mom and I and the other guys really appreciate you two watching the little guys on the flights for us,” said Jensen, giving you a smile. “So much so we figure before you two go insane back here, we’d let you know that the villa we’re staying in has a separate cottage. We thought maybe you and TJ would want to maybe take that for-”

“Yup,” you said nodding your head. “This is the best flight ever. We’ll even watch ‘em on the way home, won’t we TJ?”

“Yes. A million times yes,” he said with a fast nod, your dad chuckling.

“Didn’t think you two would mind a little privacy,” he said, giving you a smile and raising an eyebrow at TJ. “Appropriate privacy.”

“Of course,” he said. You shook your head, scratching the back of it when your dad looked back to you. He rolled his eyes and smiled as he stood up.

“Alright, we’ll see you guys in a few hours,” he said. “Have fun sibling sitting.”

“Do we have all of ‘em?” asked Jared, yawning as your parents grabbed the rental cars at the airport. “How many kids are there? I forget.”

“Six small, two large,” said Gen. “So, eight total.”

“We’re graduated from college and we still fall in the kids category?” you asked, waving you to you and TJ.

“I think one of the large children is acting up again,” teased Jared.

“I put Jared and Jensen in the large children category, hun,” said Gen, giving Jared a smirk. “Still debating on TJ at the moment although he’s more mature than those two put together.”

“Come to the dark side, TJ. It’s fun here,” said Jared with a nod, watching you scowl at him.

“Yeah but Jensen…you know...” said TJ.

“Fair point,” said Jared, corralling Odette when she started to wander off. “Everyone under 6’ 5” must stay in a ten foot vicinity at all times at the airport, Ms. Odette.”

“Dad, it’s pretty outside,” she grumbled, waving her arms around. “I wanna play. Please?”

“As soon as Uncle Jensen and Aunt De get the cars, we are going to the resort and we can play,” he said. “Promise.”

“So, right now,” said your dad, handing a set of keys to Jared and one to TJ. “Small kids with your parents, luggage goes with the big kids.”

You saw Tom and JJ look at one another, Jensen rolling his eyes.

“Over twenty is a big kid today, kiddos,” he said.

“But I’m ten and Tom’s eleven,” said JJ. “Double digits.”

“It’s cool if they ride with us,” said TJ. “Really.”

“Alright, alright. Let’s just get there so we can relax for minute,” he said.

“Awesome,” you said, TJ smirking the whole time as you put your luggage into the back of the open top jeep, JJ and Tom practically bouncing out of their seats.

“Alright, buckle up and we will be there in about half an hour,” said TJ.

“You two good back there?” you asked. You got hums and a pair of thumbs up, TJ laughing as he pulled your sunglasses down over your face. “Well let’s get going. I am so driving this next time we go out by the way.”

“Might have to fight me for it,” teased TJ. It didn’t take long to get away from the airport and start to smell the ocean in the air and feel the sun on your skin. It hadn’t been hard for your dad to convince you to take this year’s big vacation to the caribbean after last year’s fiasco. It had been his choice to try camping and after one night of roughing it with three bouts of stomach bugs later, you packed up and checked into a hotel not too far down the road and spent the rest of the two weeks relaxing with a nice room to come back to at the end of the day.

Unfortunately TJ hadn’t been able to get the time off with his internship to come with you but now he was working at the firm under the guy that had ironically designed your parents house, and they were very flexible with time off.

“I’m so glad my parents said yes that you could come this year,” you said, glancing over at him as he drove, his left arm hanging on the edge of doorsill, a warm breeze in the air carrying a pretty scent through it.

“I’m glad they invited me,” he said with a smile.

“They invited you?” you asked. “I invited you.”

“Oh. I remember your dad asking me if I wanted to come like a week before you did. I was away for spring break at my parents and he called me up,” he said. “I figured you were excited and wanted to talk about it in person was all.”

“I talked to them about it after...they invited you...now I’m suspicious,” you said, peering over your shoulder at the SUV behind you your dad was driving.

“I’m sure they just wanted to know for planning rooms and stuff,” he said.

“Or he could like...be planning to murder you in foreign country,” you said.

“Seriously?” said TJ. “Your little sister and like cousin are in the car.”

“We watch lifetime movies when Y/N babysits,” said Tom.

“She’s got a point, TJ. The perfect crime,” said JJ.

“These children are going to be vandals when they grow up thanks to you,” said TJ, shaking his head with a smile. “What else does Y/N have you guys watch?”

“I let ‘em watch Supernatural sometimes,” you said, TJ’s jaw dropping. “So what if the rule was like thirteen? They can watch some stuff. Like bloody mary. Ain’t that right JJ? You loved that one.”

You spun around with a smirk, JJ shaking her head, Tom rolling his eyes.

“Or like hookman,” you said, his head dropping back. You laughed and TJ started to giggle.

“Vandals and traumatizing them. Best big sister ever there,” he teased.

“Dude, that stuff’s in the handbook,” you said, reaching back and ruffling both their heads. “They know I love ‘em. It’s our little secret.”

“What about like...the stuff that’s a little more...grown up?” asked TJ.

“No. No. That’s why you watch the show ahead of me now. I can not have another Jared and Gen season 4 couch incident,” you said, shaking yourself out. “Seeing dad was bad enough but that was full on…”

“What?” asked Tom.

“It’s an episode you’ll never see and for good reason,” you said. “You’ll thank me someday.”

“Hey, you know what? You guys are pretty lucky to have Y/N. I’m an only kid. I would have loved having a big brother or sister around. It can get pretty lonely,” said TJ.

“But now you got us!” said JJ. TJ laughed and agreed with her but you only bit your bottom lip. You didn’t realize you were still smiling when you got to the resort, your dad grinning at you when he saw your face.

“Somebody looks like they’re in love,” he said, Arrow taking off with your mom ahead of him.

“Yeah,” you said, grabbing you bag from the back, helping JJ with hers before you gave her a hug. “Pretty awesome little sis right here.”

He was quick to take a picture of you two, nudging you to hold back once everyone started heading inside.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah. We were just talking in the car and TJ was talking about siblings and how the kids are lucky to have them and she made a comment like TJ’s part of our family so he’s got ‘em too. I don’t know. I’m…” you said. “Why’d you invite him on vacation?”

“It was a family vacation,” he said. “He’s part of the family.”

“Really?” you asked, your dad nodding with a smile.

“You’ve been best friends with the guy for four years, you’ve been dating for two and he comes over for dinner like six days a week. I think it’s okay if we call him part of the family at this point,” he said. You smiled, getting one in return. “I assumed you wanted him to come.”

“Oh, I did,” you said. “S’nice that you invited him is all.”

“I know. I’m also not going to murder him because yes, I watched that lifetime movie too,” he said.

“Well good cause then it’d be a whole thing to deal with..” you said, getting a chuckle from him.

“It’s why we act and make beer in this family. Whole lot easier,” he teased, tilting his head at you. “Speaking of making beer, mom says she’s creating a new position at the brewery. Full time, Monday to Friday. Someone to help with the business and design side of things, run social media. It comes with benefits, pretty kick ass salary, very flexible time off…”

“I told mom I’m taking it,” you said. “A big part of my duties will also be designing the farmhouse for the new restaurant and getting that up to code. I get to use that degree for something after all looks like.”

“You’re going to be a boss, not just a beer server anymore. You want that?” he asked. “You’ll be making decisions with all the owners.”

“It’s sort of called The Family Business so it makes sense that family runs it,” you said. “I want this.”

“Oh my...it only took you like five years to get that the plan was for the kids to run it someday,” he said with a laugh. “Whew. We were getting nervous for a minute there.”

“You guys were waiting for me to ask about a job?” you said. He shrugged, giving you a smirk.

“There’s always been a job there for you. Duh. Of course we were waiting for you to ask,” he said.

“You two are partially evil you know,” you said.

“But we’re nice evil, kiddo,” he said, giving you a hug, getting a strange look from a guy walking by. “Come on, let’s go be weird inside.”

“I don’t know if it’s possible for you to not be weird that long. You might actually combust from restraining yourself,” you said, smiling at him.

“I learned it from watching you, tall munchkin,” he said. You rolled your eyes and headed inside, handing over your bags to someone before everyone was being led off to your own private corner of the resort.

You parents and the Padaleckis thanked the people that brought your bags, you and TJ watching the kids take off to explore the villa.

“Guys, guys,” said your mom, Gen whistling before they got too far. “You three boys are sharing a room on the right. You three girls are right next door to them. Tom, JJ, us adults will be upstairs, Pads on the left, Ackles on the right. Any problems, come get any one of us, okay?”

“Where are TJ and Y/N going to sleep?” asked Arrow.

“Backyard,” said your dad. The kids scrunched up their faces, Jared nodding. “I know, sucks for them. But they’ll just be sleeping out there so during the day, those guys are still in charge too. Okay now take off you scoundrels. And no going near the pool or the beach without an adult out there.”

All six pairs of heads nodded before they were gone to their rooms and you were tugging TJ outside. You hummed as you both spotted the short path to the cottage off to the side.

“It looks beautiful,” you said, both of you wide eyed as you entered. There was a small kitchen and sitting room in the front of the house, and a huge bathroom and bedroom with a perfect oceanfront view in the back, your bags already inside. “Wow.”

You stepped outside onto the small deck out there, looking around and seeing nothing but beach.

“This is so private. Isn’t it gorgeous?” you asked, looking back over your shoulder.

“It is,” he said, a hint of pink on his cheeks.

“Are you blushing TJ?” you teased.

“You should see how beautiful you are,” he said, smirking as he stepped out beside you. “That’s a very pretty sundress for a girl that doesn’t like dresses.”

“It’s the caribbean,” you shrugged, TJ humming as he wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder as you both stared out. “Want to go swimming?”

“Mmm, for sure,” he said, kissing your cheek before he pulled back. You went inside, digging through your bags for your swim gear, TJ with swim trunks in hand when there was a knock at the door. “Come in.”

“Hey,” said your dad, raising an eyebrow when he walked inside to the bedroom. “Wow, this place is nice. Just wanted to let you guys know we were thinking be ready to go for dinner at six? Little formal, not too formal. You probably need a dress shirt or polo TJ, a dress or nice shirt for you, honey.”

“Sounds good. We were going to go for a quick swim,” you said.

“Alright. Be safe. I think that’s the plan for us too. Oh and try not to spend all your time tucked away in here,” he teased, glancing at you and then your open suitcase. You kicked it shut, turning and looking at a picture on the wall when you saw him realize what he’d seen.

“Isn’t that a great picture?” you said. “That’s a great-”

“It’s a box of condoms. Guess what? You’re not the only one to pack some,” he said. You closed your eyes and shook your head, a loud laughing echoing from him. “Well I know where to come if I run out.”

“Sorry, I think...nope I definitely hear mom calling me right now,” you said, grabbing your phone. “I should totally take this and get away from here asap.”

“Oh so you don’t want to hear that you guys can order whatever you want for room service from here? Like we're paying for everything?” he teased.

“...Continue,” you said.

“Don’t blow our retirement fund but you guys want some wine, late night dinner, go for it. You’re both responsible,” he said. “Okay? Have fun on your swim guys.”

“Alright,” you said, your dad pausing on his way out, turning to TJ before he shook his head, biting back his comment.

“I need a beer,” he sighed. “Six sharp for dinner you two.”

“Gotcha,” you said, groaning when he left. “Oh my god. Never answer the door again.”

“I’m okay with that,” he said, peeling off of his short sleeve henley and shorts, shimmying out of his boxer briefs as he started to pull on his swim trunks.

“Remember the first time we were naked in front of each other?” you asked, leaning against the wall as he pulled up the shorts.

“Yes. I remember a whole lot of avoided eye contact and awkwardness and then I actually looked at you and thought, fuck she is smokin’ hot and beautiful? How’d I land this girl?” he said, walking over, peeling the straps off your dress until it slid off your body.

“You were always hot...then you got all muscly,” you said, patting his arm with a smirk as you grabbed your bikini and started to change.

“Well you do have a thing for big arms apparently,” he teased.

“True. I got a thing for sweet boys too,” you said, spinning around and showing your back to him. “Tie me up?”

“Y/N, you scoundrel,” he fake scoffed as you smacked his chest. He tied the strings together across your back and behind your neck, brushing your hair behind your ear when you spun around. “I love you, dork.”

“I love you, dork,” you said, giving him a peck on the nose.

“No nightmares last night?” he asked. You shook your head, TJ smiling wide. “S’been awhile since you had one. Must be a new record.”

“It is,” you said, resting your head on his chest. “Been feeling pretty good since that meltdown at finals week. I feel...safe.”

“I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you,” he said. You giggled and looked up at him. “S’why I got big and strong you know.”

You raised an eyebrow, TJ shrugging.

“Seriously? I thought you were trying to impress my dad or something which you totally don’t have to. He loves you,” you said.

“I like knowing I make you feel safe,” he said. “I like knowing I can keep you safe if I have to and are you blushing Y/N Ackles?”

“Shut up,” you laughed, grabbing his hand. “Come on, let’s go check out that pool.”

“Honey?” asked your mom from her chair by the pool, TJ showing Zepp how to flip into the water along with your dad at the other end. “Did TJ start working out more recently?”

“Your boyfriend’s like hot, Y/N,” said Gen, your mom whacking her arm. “What? He is! I remember him being smaller.”

“He joined crossfit about six months ago,” you said. “I tease him about being a jock now.”

“I guess we’ll have to see if JJ follows in tradition of choosing a man that goes smaller to strong,” joked Gen. “Always sweet though.”

“She probably will,” said your mom. “I think we got a few more years before boys come into the picture. Let ‘em enjoy being kids.”

Gen hummed and stood up with a stretch.

“True. So glad I got a while before Odette’s dealing with that. It’s getting late. We better get ready,” she said.

“Why don’t you wear that white dress with the little bowtie front?” asked your mom as she stood up. “That’s plenty pretty for the restaurant. I think TJ will like it.”

“He likes everything I wear,” you said. “Like everything.”

“They normally do,” she said. “We’ll meet you out front, okay?”

“Okay. We’ll be there.”

You gave TJ a smile at the table, looking him up and down in his white dress shirt and khaki shorts. You were vaguely listening to the conversation your parents were having, the kids seemingly passed out for the most part after the day of travel.

“I don’t think they’re listening to us,” you heard, your head whipping around, TJ’s doing the same. You saw four pairs of smiles as they were standing up. “We’re going to head back to the house guys.”

“Alright,” you said, some of the kids getting treated to rides back on the walk, Arrow walking over to TJ with a smile.

“You want a ride, pipsqueak?” he asked, bending down and scooping her up. “Did you like dinner?”

“Yeah,” she yawned. “You smell good.”

“It’s cologne,” he said.

“Daddy wears that sometimes,” she said, resting her head on his shoulder as you took his other hand and started the walk back. “TJ?”

“Mhm?”

“Can we build a sandcastle tomorrow?” she asked.

“Sure,” he said. She nodded and started to snore after a minute, TJ chuckling quietly.

“It seems you have a way with the Ackles women,” you said.

“Oh yes. You all fall asleep on me,” he said. “It was a long day for a seven year old.”

“Thanks for carrying her,” you said.

“S’no problem.”

“Thanks guys,” said your dad after you dropped off Arrow in her room. “We were going to have a drink by the pool if you want to join us.”

“Sure,” you said when TJ nodded. “I want to put on something warmer first.”

“No rush,” he said.

The second you sat down on the bed to take off your sandals though, you groaned, TJ doing the same.

“Sleep?” you asked.

“Sleep,” he said.

You grabbed your phone and texted your dad, tucking yourself into TJ’s side before he could even respond.

“Morning,” hummed TJ when you stirred awake. You stretched out, sighing into the sheets. “This bed is amazing.”

“I know,” you said, rolling over to catch the clock. “It’s already ten. We should probably get up.”

“Tomorrow we should get breakfast in bed,” he said.

“I like that plan,” you said. “Let’s go grab something from the resort and then we can head down to the beach.”

“Alright, alright,” said your dad, bending over and putting his hands on his knees. “Dad needs a break.”

“What are you, old, Ackles?” teased Jared, kicking around the soccer ball more with you and JJ.

“Yes and I’m not twisting my ankle two days into this thing,” he said with a huff. “Beer break.”

“I’ll take one of those,” you said.

“Beer, beer, lemonade,” said Jared, pointing at JJ, getting a nod. “Hey, Gen, De! What do you guys want for drinks?”

“We’re a delivery service now?” said your dad.

“Can I get a mojito?” asked your mom.

“I’ll have one too!” said Gen, Odette asking for grape juice.

“Let’s go find a waiter,” asked your dad. You headed more towards the resort area and eventually found one, getting everyone’s orders in as they said they’d send them over for you. You and your dad took a break at the resort bar in the air conditioning, glad to be out of the sun for a minute.

“JJ’s getting good at her dribbling, better than me now,” you said.

“I know. I could handle when you were better but the ten year old kicking my ass makes me question the old man comments,” he said.

“You’re barely 46, dad,” you said.

“Hot 46,” said a pair of women that walked past, giving him a wave.

“I think I threw up in my mouth a little,” you said.

“Hey, I’m hot 46,” he said with a smirk, puffing his chest out.

“You’re something alright,” you said, laughing when the fruitiest and brightest pink drink you’d ever seen was sat down in front of your dad.

“Courtesy Mr. Hanover,” said a waiter appearing from nowhere, a double of whiskey set down in front of you. The waiter questioned himself but you took the whiskey, smiling at your dad as the waiter left.

“Careful. I think TJ might like you,” you teased.

“Hey, mine came with a little umbrella,” he said, plucking it out and sticking it in your hair. “You guys crashed before us last night.”

“We were tired. Mom mentioned bonfire tonight?” you asked.

“Mhm,” he hummed, sucking on the straw until you saw half of it gone in ten seconds. You grabbed it away and asked for some water for him. “Hey, I’m thirsty.”

“What are you? Freshman on her first spring break? That thing has so much alcohol in it,” you said.

“Tastes like kool aid to me,” he said, taking a sip of the water, reaching for his drink again when you pulled it away.

“Do I have to have the talk with you?” you asked. “Pace yourself?”

“To use your words from that conversation, I won’t let the boys take advantage of me,” he deadpanned, cocking his head as wiped the sweat off your face. “So how’s Mr. TJ enjoying himself?”

“He’s good. I think he’s a little awestruck. He forgets we…” you shrugged.

“Have money? Well that’s because we don’t give you guys everything you want,” he said. “And you hate shopping thank god.”

“You gave me what I wanted,” you said, taking a sip of the pink drink, catching the soft smile on his face.

“We could live in a cardboard box and you’d be happy kiddo. You got different wants than most well off twenty somethings,” he said.

“I know,” you said, swinging your feet off the end of the bar stool, one of your flip flops falling off.

“Proud of you,” he said with a smile.

“What’d I do?”

“Just proud of you is all,” he said with a shrug. “You’re getting all grown up.”

“Yeah. Still feel like JJ’s older than me sometimes,” you said, his head cocking. “She doesn’t hesitate. She goes for stuff and I still overthink things so much.”

“Well...first off she’s ten so her problems consist of who sat next to who at lunch and the fact she can’t braid her hair,” he said. “You had slightly different priorities at ten. You missed that phase.”

“I can’t even braid my own hair good,” you mumbled.

“Y/N,” he grumbled.

“I know,” you said.

“Honey. Why do you think we go on big family vacations? We want you to get to have those chances to be a kid. We’re all just big kids. Case and point, you know what we get up to when the little kids aren’t around and someday they’ll get in on the secret too,” he said.

“Just feels funny sometimes,” you said. “I feel like a fake grown up, you know?”

“Yup. One hundred percent yup,” he said, taking his pink drink back. “Fake it til you make it.”

“Okay, I think we get you back to the beach before I have to divulge this new beverage of choice information to Uncle Jared,” you said.

“I will disown you,” he said

“No you won’t,” you said with a smirk, grabbing the drink and chugging the rest of it down.

“Got me there,” he said. “This time, you’re on my team.”

“Hey, Y/N?” asked JJ while you walked up to the house from the fire you were having on the beach that night.

“Mhm,” you hummed, holding open the door for her before she took off to the bathroom. You headed to the kitchen and started to grab some snacks and drinks to bring back down. You were nearly packed up when she came back.

“Can I ask a question about being brave?” she asked. You spun around, giving her a smile.

“Being brave? Isn’t that more dad’s department?” you teased. “Yeah, shoot. Everything okay?”

“Um...well...I didn’t want to come up to the house by myself,” she said. You tilted your head as you headed out the backdoor, JJ a little close as you walked across the deck area. “I don’t like the dark.”

“I don’t like the dark either,” you said. “But I do like nighttime.”

“Isn’t that kind of funny?” she asked.

“A little,” you said, slowing your walk back, stopping when you were halfway between the house and the beach, taking a seat on the step. She sat next to you, lifting her head up when you looked up. “S’quiet at night. Peaceful.”

“Stars are pretty,” she said.

“Yeah, they are,” you said, buming her shoulder. “You know, it’s okay to be scared of the dark, especially places you don’t know. This place is safe though. You don’t have to be scared here.”

“I know. I keep waiting to get older so I’m not scared of stuff, like how mom and dad let you do stuff by yourself and you don’t have to ask permission to sleepover TJ’s,” she said.

“I’m a lot older, JJ,” you said. “It’s part of growing up...and part of that is learning you don’t ever stop being completely scared of stuff. You learn more though so it doesn’t seem so bad.”

“Yeah but how are you brave?” she asked.

“Only time you can be brave is when you’re afraid,” you said. “It’s like how dad used to be afraid of public speaking.”

“No he didn’t,” she scoffed.

“Yeah, he did. But he did it, even though he was scared, and now he has so much fun at conventions. Sometimes it’s just something that takes time, like not being afraid of the dark,” you said, looking around. “Like how it’s pretty dark right now but you don’t seem scared.”

“I guess...I’m not,” she said, looking around, giving you a smile when she turned back.

“See? Nighttime ain’t so bad,” you said.

“Yeah, it’s pretty,” she said with a nod, staring at you, that same look she’d been giving you more and more lately.

“JJ, if you want to ask a question, go ahead,” you said softly.

“If something ever happened to mom and dad...would me and Ro and Zepp go to a foster home like you did?” she asked. You smiled and shook your head, glancing down at the beach.

“No. No. Mom and dad...they have it all squared away so grandma and grandpa would take care of you guys and I would be a guardian along with them,” you said.

“A guardian?” she asked.

“Yeah. It means I’m an adult, not your parent, but I’ll take care of you like a parent would. Before I was adopted, mom and dad were like guardians for me,” you said. “You’d stay at home, same school, all that.”

“You’d take care of us?” she asked.

“I’m your big sister. I’d do anything for you guys,” you said, giving her a hug.

“Why’d your mom and dad not do that for you so you didn’t have to go to foster care?” she asked.

“I didn’t have much for blood relatives. My parents were only kids and my other grandparents were all gone before I was born. But they had a plan, some of their friends said sure if something ever happened to them they would take care of me,” you said.

“They lied?”

“No, I don’t think they lied,” you said, leaning back against the step behind you, propping your elbows up. “They just...weren’t prepared to take care of a kid.”

“So you went to a foster home?” she asked.

“After I got out of the hospital, yeah,” you said with a nod.

“Was it scary?” she asked quietly. “The car crash?”

“I don’t really remember a lot from that night. I hit my head in the accident so stuff is fuzzy. But I remember glimpses from inside the car and yeah, it was scary. It was really scary,” you said.

“Who took care of you?” she asked.

“There was this police officer. Dougie. He was probably Uncle Jared’s age. Big strong guy but super friendly. I crawled out of the car around the time he got there. It was pitch black and raining and I was crying and everything hurt...and he just picked me up, sat me down in the backseat of his car with him and he was just quiet. He put a blanket around me and sat there and held my hand and he never left my side until we got to the hospital and the doctor’s had to look at me. He even came to visit me the next day,” you said. “Other people were there and stitched me up but Dougie took care of me that night. I can remember Dougie.”

“What happened when you got better?” she asked.

“Well I met with some people when I was in the hospital, including Cole,” you said. “They went over some stuff with me. Cole went out of his way to help with all my parents stuff and arrangements and all that. A week after the accident, he took me to my first foster home. There were about eight other kids there,” you said. “I had to share a room with three other girls. All I wanted to do was cry so that’s what I did.”

“But then you got happier?”

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “I didn’t get happier until I came to our house. I didn’t want to admit it but that first day, I knew mom and dad were different and they were good, all you guys were.”

“I remember when I got in trouble that time, when I told you to go away around Christmas?” she said. “Dad said you had mean mom and dads before.”

“You know he wasn’t talking about no hugs and kisses, now, huh,” you said. She nodded, looking over at you. “Someday I’ll tell you more but you’re too young right now for that.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” she said. “Promise.”

“No, kiddo. I get that. I want you to-”

“Mom and dad are good so I’m not afraid,” she said, blinking at you a few times. “Just a little. Please?”

“...I used to be very afraid of touch, from guys, like dad. My first birthday party, when I’d been here a week, he held my hand to try and walk with me to the kitchen and I ripped right out of it because I was afraid...because that’s what I learned in foster care. Not all of them were like that and I do not want you to have the wrong impression. It helps a lot of kids. It helped me with finding mom and dad. But some places are bad and someday you can learn why I ended up in those ones but-”

“If you were in bad ones, why’d you come to us?” she asked.

“Because Cole helped me and when they tried to make me leave, stuff happened and I got to stay home,” you said.

“You were afraid of dad?”

“That was a long, long time ago,” you said, smiling as you heard a whistle from the beach. “But he was slow and gentle when I’d forgotten that’s how you’re supposed to be treated. We have really amazing parents, JJ. Even you helped me way back then.”

“Me? What’d I do?”

“Honestly, I have no idea. Just know I love you, squirt,” you said, giving the top of her head a kiss. “You want a piggyback ride?”

She hopped on your back and you nearly stumbled forward, picking up the basket and carrying it down to the beach with a grunt.

“I forgot how heavy she is now,” you breathed out when she climbed off and took a seat. You handed out the drinks, your mom grabbing you when you walked past.

“Everything okay?” she whispered.

“Mhm. Just a little bonding time,” you said. “We’re all good.”

“Never have I ever?” asked Jared, your mom shaking her head. “Oh, they know you guys get up to stuff. We all heard about the couch make out session. Oh, I got it...first time you snuck out and got caught.”

You’d heard both your parents stories before as they told them, Gen patting herself on the shoulder for technically only getting caught by the family dog.

“What about the youngin’s? TJ?” asked Jared.

“Oh come on. It’s TJ. He probably never even snuck out,” said your dad.

“Junior year of high school. Went to the end of year party. Asked out Hallie Knicks. I got completely rejected but I did manage to get drunk and walk home straight through the front door. My parents thought I was playing a prank on ‘em,” said TJ.

“Wait you snuck out, came home drunk, admitted it yourself and got off scot free?” asked Jared.

“Yup,” said TJ.

“Shit. I want your parents,” said Jared. TJ chuckled, everyone turning to you, your parents wearing big smirks. “Out with it, kiddo. When’d you ditch these dorks?”

“No, the game is first time you snuck out and got caught,” said your dad, raising an eyebrow. “Which we never did…”

“I never snuck out at their house,” you said with a shrug. “First time I was ten.”

“Ten? Whoa, don’t be telling JJ that,” said your dad.

“What’d you do? Go to a friends house?” asked Jared.

“Tried to runaway. Didn’t get far. Cop brought me back twenty minutes later,” you said, digging your feet into the sand, letting it fall through your toes. “Not a good night.”

You glanced up, the conversation dying out, your dad squeezing his beer bottle as he narrowed his eyes at the fire.

“Hey mom? How’d you fall in love with dad?” you asked.

“Jensen stole her from the mental ward,” teased Jared.

“At least mine’s not a demon,” he said.

“Demons have more fun,” said Gen.

“Yeah, yeah,” said your dad, your mom rolling he eyes with a smile. “So dad and I got a job on the same movie…”

“Wha?” you mumbled, lifting your head off TJ’s shoulder.

“Come here,” he said quietly, lifting you out of the beach chair, your arms going around the back of his neck. The fire was still going, your dad and Jared sitting there, laughing about something. “Let’s put you to bed.”

“Night, Jared,” you mumbled.

“Night, Y/N.”

“Night, dad,” you breathed into TJ’s neck, half asleep already. “Breakfast.”

“I remember. Breakfast in bed tomorrow,” said TJ. “Let’s get you put away, sweetie.”

He carried you all the way back to the cottage, helping you wash off the sand from your feet before he plucked off your clothes, threw one of his tees on you and threw the covers over you.

“You’re not coming to bed?” you said when he headed back for the door.

“In a little while. I was going to stay up a little more if that’s okay,” he said.

“Mhm. Love you.”

“Love you too, Y/N.”

The next two weeks flew by and you were seriously considering begging that you come back the next year.

“Sucks that we have to fly home tomorrow,” you said, moving slowly to some sweet music after dinner, TJ a far better dancer than he gave himself credit for.

“Yeah,” he said. “This has been nice. More than nice.”

“Want to cross something off the bucket list tonight?” you asked.

“Last time you said that, I was swimming in the ocean butt naked in the middle of the night when a piece of seaweed about gave me a heart attack,” he teased.

“Ah but we have the memory of you squealing like a little girl forever now,” you said, biting your bottom lip to hide your smile.

“What do you got in mind troublemaker?”

“Firewalking? Are you insane?” asked TJ.

“You’ve met my family so it’s quite possible,” you said, pulling him over with you. “It’ll be fun.”

“You are insane, woman,” he said, waving you to go first. You stepped up and put down your foot, feeling the heat but you walked across normally and hopped off into the sand, TJ blinking slowly at you.

“Your turn babe,” you said with a wink.

“Okay, okay, okay,” said TJ, walking a little faster, a bit more of a wince on his face but he made it through, a big huff of air escaping him. “The things you do for love.”

“Loser.”

“Loser,” he said, throwing his arm over your shoulders. “I had a dance to finish with you if I recall correctly.”

“Mind if I cut in?” you heard from behind you an hour later, TJ smiling as he stepped away and headed for your mom across the way. “Having fun tonight?”

“Yes, dad,” you said, moving a bit slower with him. “Guess what?”

“What?”

“I haven’t had a nightmare in over two months,” you said, a big smile on his face. “Well...one of those ones. I keep having this weird cat one though...”

“We’ll take it,” he said, spinning you around. “I’m glad to hear it. You seem happy lately.”

“After that epic meltdown I had finals week a few months ago, I tried to think about what you said and...I’m happy. Maybe not everyday and I know I’m just in this nice sweet spot right now but I’m not so scared of the rest of my life I guess. I got a pretty good one, you know?” you said.

“Yeah. Nice to hear you say it though,” he said as he moved around. “Mom’s already making plans to come back.”

“Oh we are so coming back,” you said.

“Figured you wouldn’t have a problem with that,” he said, looking across the way. “Think TJ will want to come with?”

“Yeah,” you said. “He seems less nervous around you. You guys talk or something?”

“Just guy stuff,” he said. He looked up at the dark sky above you, humming to himself. “I told mom I’m taking the rest of the year off.”

“Really? You’ve been busy since the show ended,” you said.

“I did 15 seasons of the show and then been busy with movies...I think I deserve a little time off,” he said with a smile. “Maybe mom and I’ll take a little time just for us if you wouldn’t mind watching the kids for a little while?”

“Never,” you said.

“Thanks, kiddo,” he said, kissing the top of your head before he broke off. “Go dance with your boyfriend. This is one of those moments you remember when you’re my age.”

“You’re not old dad,” you said.

“Yes! She finally said it!” he said with a fist pump.

“TJ? There’s a senile old man over here I need to get away from,” you said.

“I’ll take him,” said your mom, skirting over to your dad.

“Of course you will,” you said, grabbing TJ’s hand. “Want to head back to the cottage?’

“Yes please.”

“Alright,” said your dad, plopping down on the couch back in Austin the next night. “Kids are finally down.”

“TJ, where’s your sweatshirt?” you asked, rubbing your arms in the ice cold house. “Someone left the AC on.”

“I left it on the couch,” he said, munching on some pizza from the kitchen. The flight home had been long and it was late, everyone in bed and you were secretly just waiting for TJ to get his butt in bed so you could go to sleep too.

You grabbed the sweatshirt and tossed it on, shoving your hands in the pockets to get warm. You felt something odd though and pulled it out, holding up the square object for a few seconds before it clicked what it was.

You spun wide eyed towards the kitchen but TJ was already in front of you, snatching it out of your hands.

“Is that…” you said, swallowing as you looked up at him. He smiled and nodded, starting to bend down when you jumped up and threw your arms around him.

“Not even gonna let me ask, huh?” he teased.

“Sorry,” you said, peeling away for a moment as he got down.

“So...I was totally going to do this down there…” he said, glancing at your sweatshirt. “But I forgot my sweatshirt here.”

“You dork,” you said, smiling hard.

“Your dork for as long as you’ll have me. Would you marry me?” he asked.

“Yes,” you said, TJ standing up and opening the box, slipping on the ring. “Did that really just happen?”

“I think so,” he said. You gave him a big kiss, his hands cupping your cheeks before you were laughing too hard and had to pull back. “Hey now, no take backs.”

“No. Never,” you said, grabbing his hands. “Never.”

“Good,” he said, kissing you again. “Love you.”

“Love you,” you said, biting your bottom lip, getting another hug before you realized your dad was poking his head around the stairs to the TV room, whipping it back around when he saw you. “You can stop hiding dad.”

“Just giving you two your moment,” he said, giving you a smile when he came back in. He smiled and nodded at you both, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll uh...well I’ll see you two in the morning, hm?”

He hummed as he walked past, his smile turning to a smirk as he glanced around the corner back at you.

“He knew, didn’t he,” you said, looking to TJ.

“I asked,” said TJ. “He’s known about two weeks.”

“I’m going to guess it was a yes?” you asked.

“Well-” started TJ, your dad shaking his head. “Just guy stuff really.”

“Yup. Night, kids. We’ll go out to breakfast or something,” said your dad, looking you up and down and then at TJ. “I think you’re in good hands now.”

“Yeah. I am,” you said, grinning back at TJ. “Night dad.”

“Night kiddo.”

Jensen’s POV

“The kids finally going to bed?” asked De when I walked in our room. I hummed and sat on the edge of the mattress, crawling under the covers and hitting off the light. She rolled over and pulled my arm around her shoulders, nuzzling into my right side. She was warm and soft and there was still that little flutter there. “Jensen?”

“Yeah. Everyone’s heading to bed,” I said, giving her a light squeeze. “I love you.”

“I love you, hun,” she said, nestling her head on the pillow, taking a few deep breaths. “He finally did it, didn’t he. You got that look.”

“Yup. We got a son-in-law on the way,” I said, smiling at her.

“What was her reaction? You see it?” she asked.

“I think some of that weight she carries just went away for good. Not all of it but...she was happy. She’s happy,” I said, closing my eyes. “She’s happy.”

“You can cry, Jens,” she said gently.

“I’m happy too,” I said.

“Not every day your oldest girl gets engaged,” she said. “To one of the arguably sweetest men on Earth.”

“He’ll take care of her,” I said. “He already takes care of her.”

“We did good. You did good,” she said. “Set an example of what she deserves.”

“I guess we did, huh? Not too bad for two people who had no idea what they were doing,” I said.

“Eh, we figured it out eventually,” she said. “Let’s sleep. I have to wake up early and make some celebration cupcakes or something now before breakfast burritos.”

“You excited? You got a wedding to plan,” I said.

“Yeah,” she said. “Just wish we got her sooner.”

“You always say that,” I said.

“Still true,” she yawned. “Night. Wake me up if any other life changing developments happen.”

“Eh...maybe,” I teased, earning a playful whack on the chest. “You know I do that on purpose right?”

“Tease me? No. I haven’t figure it out yet,” she deadpanned, leaning up for a moment.

“Night, De,” I said, pecking her lips. She smiled and slid back into bed. Her breath evened out quickly and I started to drift, running over the conversation that’d been playing over and over for weeks now.

“Hey,” I said when TJ came back down to the beach after carrying Y/N to the cottage. “Someone forget a phone?”

“No, wanted to stay and hang out a while longer if that’s cool,” he said. I hummed, Jared looking back and forth between us.

“I’ll uh, give you guys some privacy,” said Jared, patting my shoulder. I almost stopped him but he smirked. “I got some of my own fun to be had.”

“Don’t whine too much for Gen,” I shot back, Jared giving a light punch to my arm as he stood up. TJ stood up and took a seat closer, grabbing another beer and cracking it open, drinking down about half of it before he peeled his eyes away from the fire. “Something wrong?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “No. I’ve been having this conversation in my head for...a year and I still don’t know how to start.”

Oh.

He…

“You want to marry her, don’t you?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said, nodding and giving me a smile. “Yeah, I do. I really fucking do.”

“Well...get to the asking permission part. Worst that could happen is I say no,” I said. He looked like he forgot how to blink.

“If you say no?” he asked.

“Why don’t you ask and find out?” I said. I knew I sounded like an ass but this was important. I knew he didn’t want to screw it up but-

“I’m not asking permission to marry, Y/N, Jensen,” he said. I raised an eyebrow, leaning forward in my seat.

“Well what are you asking?” I said, tilting my head at him.

“Am I good enough for her?” he asked. I scrunched up my face, closing my eyes before I held up a hand. “Am I? I know she can do better but do you think I’m good enough? She would say yes to me?”

“TJ,” I said, sitting back in my seat, running my hand over my mouth. “You know her. I mean really know her. You have her trust and unconditional love. She doesn’t give those out to just anybody. She doesn’t tell just anyone about everything she’s been through. You’re in a very elite club.”

“I don’t...I am asking you, her dad, on this but am I a good enough man for her?” he asked. “Please. Yes or no. That’s all I want.”

“I don’t think you’re good enough,” I said, his gaze dropping to the sand. “I think you’re better. You’re pretty close to perfect for her, probably the most perfect for her if it exists.”

He lifted his eyes up, a little wide, a little hesitant but he quickly gave a short nod.

“TJ...I know I mess with you sometimes. It’s one of the joys of being a father to girls. But...if you wanted to marry Y/N, I’d be pretty happy with that,” I said.

“Okay,” he said quietly, leaning back in his chair. “Okay.”

“Okay,” I said, taking a sip of my beer. “I guess that just happened.”

He let out a quiet laugh, glancing over almost shy like now.

“What?” I asked.

“You know you set a pretty high standard,” he said. “When it comes to Y/N.”

“Ready to keep it up the rest of her life?” I asked.

“If she let’s me,” he said, sitting back in his chair.

“You’re gonna get the hang of this real easy,” I said with a chuckle.

“Jensen,” he said.

“Yeah, kid?”

“Is it normal to fall in love fast?” he asked.

“How fast?”

“Second week of freshman year,” he said. “She wore this yellow tank top and faded shorts and her hair was in this pretty side braid and she was going on about making a study group for Biology and I just thought, fuck me. I love this girl. What the hell are you doing, TJ?”

“Still feel that way?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” he said.

“It don’t go away either,” I said. He smiled and nodded, looking up at the stars for a few minutes. “Ask all your burning questions. Secrets safe with me.”

“Why’d you adopt her?” he asked.

“Cause we loved her,” I said.

“Yeah but...I don’t know,” he said.

“A piece of paper doesn’t make someone family,” I said. “I think you know that.”

“Then why?” he asked.

“A couple reasons. It makes things easier legal wise. It helps for medical reasons, if De and I were ever in an accident, if Y/N was, stuff like that. But we knew what it meant to her and to us,” I said.

“What’s it mean to you? I know her side,” he said.

“She told me for her it meant she couldn’t be thrown away. For me, it meant she couldn’t be taken away,” I said.

“I don’t follow,” said TJ.

“Say you had a kid, a daughter. Best day ever, right? She comes home and you spend the next seven months or so watching her grow, loving her, being a dad to her. That’s your baby girl. You’d do anything for her. I know you know what I mean because of Y/N but kids...kids are even more special. So you got this girl you’d give the world for and she loves you even if she can’t quite say it yet. But she does and you know she does. How do you think you would you feel if someone came to your front door and said they were taking away your baby girl and there was nothing you could do to stop it?”

“I’d say that’s my kid and I’m calling the cops,” he said.

“What if a cop was one of the people there to take her?” I said.

“But it’s my kid and I didn’t do anything wrong. Isn’t that kidnapping?” he asked.

“Felt like it. I never felt more helpless in my life than the day we almost lost her. I was pissed. More than pissed. But technically, they could take her and I had no right to make her stay,” I said.

“That was the stuff with the chick at the office,” he said.

“I hope you never have to know what that feels like, TJ. For a split second, it was even worse because for one little second-“

“She thought you asked them to take her back. I know. She feels guilty about thinking that sometimes,” he said. I gave him a long look, shaking my head when he shrugged. “You know how she is.”

“Yeah,” I said.

“So you adopted her so no one could take her away again?” he asked.

“It shouldn’t have been on her to be the smart one and figure out what had been going on. I got lucky she’s smart and the fact she was ready to get some closure on the accident. If she hadn’t saved her own ass, we wouldn’t be talking right now,” I said.

“Maybe it wasn’t. But she’s not a damsel in distress either,” said TJ.

“No. She’s certainly not one of those,” I said with a smirk. “Still though. I’m her dad. It doesn’t matter how old you get. Your parents still want to protect you.”

“I get that. I get the whole adopting so she’s yours thing too. But I just feel like, say Y/N didn’t know that stuff and she did get taken away...I have a feeling you still would have wound up as her dad,” he said.

“I guess I’m not following now,” I said.

“You’re joking, right?” he asked.

“Nope,” I said.

“Alright. Say your kid gets taken away and you can’t do anything about it. Say you wait until that kid turns eighteen and becomes an adult, you know, has more rights about who they want to speak to and hang out with. You’re telling me that you, super dad over here, wouldn’t try to get in touch with her again?”

“I think I would have fought for her to stay. But even if I lost, doesn’t mean I’m not her dad,” I said. “All that matters is what she thinks and she wanted me so she’s got me. Again, I don’t need a piece of paper to tell me that. All it did was make things a little easier for me. For her, it eased some worries so she can have it.”

“I know there’s this big packet in her closet in this duffel bag she keeps in there. Only thing in it. You gave that to her on her adoption day. Adopting her means more to you than you’re saying,” he said.

“TJ. I love her to death. She’s my daughter and you’re gonna be my son in law so I know you love her to death too. What are you trying to get at?” I asked.

“I don’t know. Just...I guess I wanted to hear that you adopted her not just for her but for you too,” he said.

“Why is that important to you?” I asked.

“Isn’t the point of having kids because you want them? Isn’t that like the selfish part of it?”

“TJ. If we had wanted another kid, there was a far easier and cheaper way to go about it. Being a foster parent and adopting her? Yeah, that’s one of the most selfish things I’ve ever done. I did it for her but I did it for me and our family too,” I said.

“Good,” he said, taking a drink.

“Oh, well glad I got your permission on it,” I laughed. “I got a question for you, Mr. TJ. You gonna take a year to ask her?”

“Shut up,” he said, biting down a smile. “No. I wanted to ask her while we were here. Packed the ring up in my sweatshirt and had it all ready to go cause I was going to put that in my carry on, not risk losing that. Guess who remembered he left his sweatshirt on the back of the couch at your place when we were on the runway?” he said.

“Wow. I bet you had it all planned out, super romantic down here,” I said.

“Yup,” he said, shaking his head. “So there goes that plan.”

“Word of advice. If she loves you, I mean really loves you, it doesn’t really matter how you do it. Try to put in a little effort you know but this is Y/N we’re talking about,” I said.

“I want it to be special. She deserves that,” he said.

“It will be, no matter how it happens. TJ. Since we’re having a moment and all that, can I ask why you went after a girl like Y/N?” I asked.

“She’s my best friend,” he said.

“I mean once you knew about stuff, why didn’t you ever treat her differently?” I asked.

“Because it didn’t matter, it doesn’t,” he said.

“You’re gonna do just fine,” I said, giving him a smile.

“Fine?”

“She asks stuff like that sometimes. Normally at three in the morning but just to be aware,” I said.

“I know. When she stays over-“

“Don’t need to know,” I said.

“Sometimes we talk or just sit in bed and don’t say anything,” he said.

“Good. PG rated cuddling is awesome,” I said with a nod. “Anything else?”

“No. Just can’t wait to ask her,” said TJ. “You tip her off though and you’re dead to me.”

“Hurt her and they’ll never find your body,” I said with a smile.

“That goes for you too,” you said.

“I can agree to that,” I said as I stood up, giving him a smile. “Grab that cooler for me when you head up.”

“I ought to head to bed actually. I got a date in the morning,” he said.

“Well enjoy it,” I said, patting him on the back when he got up. “Night, kiddo.”

“Jensen?” he asked. I hummed, TJ looking down for a moment. “Thanks. For you know...I’ll be good to her, if she lets me.”

“You already are,” I said, giving you a smile. “Goodnight, TJ.”

“We did good,” I said, closing my eyes, rolling over to face Danneel. “We did real good.”

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Chapter 14: “Goodbyes”

Ch: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

2 Months Later

She was taping another box stuffed to its limit when the glittering piano loop started droning through the house, stirring a long sigh from Callie before her head dropped back, waiting.

“Why’re men great ‘til they gotta be great?” came Nick’s voice carrying from the kitchen.

“Again with the song,” she intoned, looking back down at the box she was securing with packing tape. She could hear the twisting of the ice trays before dropping cubes in glasses, all the while singing to himself as he prepared drinks.

She did her best to ignore the song, it having been the thousandth time she’d heard the tune in only a weeks time, and she even made extra loops around boxes with the tape so the tearing of it drowned out some of the noise still coming in.

A tall glass of cold tea popped up beside her along with Nick, a sheepish grin meeting her when she looked up suspiciously, again waiting. She sipped, her eyes fluttering when the cold drink washed away some of the stifling heat that made its way under her sweaty skin in the spare room they’d spent all of the muggy morning cleaning out.

“That’s good,” she groused, pushing her glasses up to press the chilled cup to her flushed cheek. The ceiling fan above them did nothing to help, only pushing around the stuffy air even as the breeze swept across her damp arms and stomach she’d lifted her shirt from some time ago. As soon as the warm weather had hit LA, wearing anything over her sizable stomach had simply become bothersome, resulting in sports bras and boy shorts being her new go-to.

“You coulda had a bad bitch, noncommittal,” Nick started up again, swaying his hips in time with his side to side bounces behind her after he’d taken off his own soaked shirt, leaving him in old jeans.

“Oh my god Nick,”

“Help you with you career, just a little,” he went on, picking up the box she’d finished packing and dancing it out of the room.

“How do you have so much energy?” she whined, arching into her hands that pressed into the achy crook of her spine.

“Cuz I get to see my baby today,” Nick came back in with a wide smile and shimmying shoulders that coaxed a reluctant grin onto Callie’s lips before he dipped behind her to wrap his brawny arms under her bust and shoulders.

“Nooo, we’re all sweaty,” she griped, ultimately melting in his arms when he only squeezed tighter. He swayed her gently as he mumbled soft words of delight in regards to her scent after pressing his nose against her neck, reminding her how much he liked when she was sweaty. It made her groan, her head landing back against his chest while his hands wandered down her sides.

“You’re getting so big,” he admired, trailing the full curve of her stomach even when she groaned in discomfort.

“If anyone else said that I’d tear their kneecaps out,” she mumbled bitterly, stirring a throaty chuckle from Nick. “C’mon, we gotta get this done,” she tried wiggling from his hold.

“We don’t have to finish it today,” he reminded, reluctantly letting go after nibbling her bare shoulder playfully.

“But wouldn’t it be nice to come home and set up the crib?” she questioned, grunting when she hoisted up another box to sort through.

“Will you stop with the heavy lifting?” he barked, taking the box from her.

“If you’d stop dancing around and help me with this I wouldn’t have to,” she pointed out, but he only mocked her, flinching from the slap against his arm. “We should look at storage units after the appointment today, I don’t know where we’ll find space to put all of this,” she exhaled, holding her cheeks as her eyes roamed over the various belongings they’d both stuffed into the room through the years.

“Hey,” he took a step backwards with another crate of junk in his arms. “Don’t stress, if push comes to shove I can throw stuff out,”

“What- no! We just need to organize it,” she reasoned, and although it took a moment, she finally understood his little grin once her own words really sank into the growing anxiousness collecting in her chest. She was thinking too far ahead again when all the could do was just sort and toss; worry about the now, not the future, he’d say.

“You’re not feelin’ it today, are you?” he asked, and she shook her head.

“It’s hot, and Leo has been lunging since like, three AM and the braxton hicks,” she trailed off, holding her hand over her eyes, swaying side to side to calm the ever erratic Leo.

“Let’s just finish this later then. Go take a shower and relax ‘til we have to leave,” he tried.

“I just wanna get it done so we don’t have to come back to it. Please? I know I’ve been a cranky bitch all morning, I’m sorry, but can we just get this over with?” she plead, her chin bumping his shoulder.

Nick sighed. “Are you sure you don’t need to sit down?”

“I promise I’m fine, I just need a shower when this is all done,”

He pursed his lips, looking her up and down once. She really didn’t show any signs of physical stress besides being bugged by the heat. “Alright, let’s get this done.”

They’d started at the crack of dawn, and by noon managed to clear the cluttered room enough to uncover and open the window at the far end of the room, both of them sighing in pleasure when the cool breeze from outside at last drifted in. There were boxes upon boxes stacked over bags, most of which ended up piled around the garbage outside, but the more important items were neatly organized and restacked under the patio in preparation to be taken to storage, whenever that would be.

Nick tugged in the wide, heavy box containing Leo’s crib as she finished vacuuming the plush carpet that had been almost untouched since he’d first moved in nearly a decade ago, moving aside so he could prop it under the window.

“Didn’t realize how big it is in here,” she grunted while sitting at the center of the floor, her legs outstretched and leaning back on her hands.

“Should be able to put a dresser and rocker in here, too,” Nick estimated, sitting beside her.

Callie hummed, looking at all the corners and blank walls. “Now what color?”

“Blue?”

She snorted. “Boring,”

“It’s a boy color,” he argued.

“It’s not Leo though,” she explained, head tilting. “I feel golden-brown,”

“You gonna want it to be glittery too?” he teased, but she smacked his thigh with the back of her hand. An agonized groan brought his eyes to her, watching as her back tensed and her toes curled. “Bad one?”

“They’re not bad, just annoying when they stack up like that all day. It’s worse at work with those awful chairs,”

“Speaking of, you’re supposed to be on maternity leave already,” he confronted, shooting her a vexxed glare.

“I’m waiting as long as possible, you know I get stir crazy,” she mumbled.

“Is it worth that though?” he pointed out when another cramp seized her concentration.

“It’s only another week, calm down,” she waved his concern away, imitating his chuff when he fired one at her. She was getting better at that.

“It’s hard just watching you walk around on those heels sometimes,”

“I’ve seen moms keep going at 40 weeks and not complain, I’m fine at 28,”

“How many of them were high risk though, you stubborn mule?” he teased, but she only giggled and grinned, appreciative of his sympathy, but he probably didn’t realise that although the chairs at work caused her stressed back further misery, she did a lot more sitting than walking around during the day, so the heels were the least of her worries.

A strong kick outwards prompted a wince and soft grunt, her hand falling to her stomach. “Someone’s awake,”

“I saw that one,” Nick grinned, poking the spot he’d seen a foot or elbow, or maybe even a knee push out. He found great enjoyment in pressing the spots across her stomach Leo pushed first, sometimes getting a little shove from the same spot.

“Okay you two, enough,” she slapped his hand away, Nick springing up to help her stand when she struggled onto her knees. “The shower is calling me.”

Callie waddled her way to the bathroom after Nick told her he’d be in the back for a bit. She stripped the sweaty bra and shorts off, running her fingers through her shaggy undercut with a sound of displeasement before letting her long hair down from its lopsided bun.

The water remained cold once she stepped under the stream, both shivering and moaning when it bled across her scalp. The sweat and dust caked on her skin and hands washed away as she scrubbed the luscious bubbles across herself, her jaw even hanging open in bliss when she scrubbed her scalp heatedly.

When she finished shaving her legs- with some difficulty- she glanced downwards, taken aback when she remembered she couldn’t even see her feet anymore.

Callie huffed, placing the razor back in the shower caddy.

I need to get waxed.

The cold shower left her feeling the warmth lingering in the house again once she padded her way to their room, dropping the towel around her feet and beginning her ritual of bathing in lotion and cocoa butter.

She’d managed to keep the stretch marks that still grew dully along her stomach and hips mostly at bay, but with every week that Leo grew rapidly, the more they started to show across her tanned skin like scars. Generous palmfuls of the body butter was lathered into her skin, even across her breasts and ass where she could see the evidence of further weight gain her resilient cravings caused.

She turned before the mirror to make sure she covered the crow across her back in goo evenly before moving onto the heartagrams down her sides, but slowly stopped the longer she stared at her reflection.

Often, even before Nick, she’d stared at her form and wondered what she would look like in late pregnancy, daydreaming how kicks felt and if the pregnancy glow really existed. To now be blessed enough that it only took a small lift of her hand to feel her own baby flutter beneath her fingers sometimes left her in awe, amazed that her once temperamental body now chose to support life.

She held her hair up, overlooking everything from her chin down to her toes; her swollen toes, that was.

Callie didn’t think herself to be otherworldly, maybe decent at best, but even she could admit her body took to pregnancy well compared to others. She’d avoided the breakouts early on and even though some days she grew pale from the nausea, her skin was soft and supple from all the lotion she caked on daily. The Orkish prenatals had made her waves luscious, cascading around her shoulders and back when she dropped her locks.

Her arms wrapped loosely around herself, lifting a knee onto her tippy toes and turning to gaze at the side profile of her curved, pregnant body; a pose she often took when sending photos to Nick to torture him while he worked.

But even now basking in the thin stream of sunlight coming in, inspecting every new pound that widened her hips or filled out her ass, she felt good; there was nothing she’d change about herself in this moment.

“Should I get naked too?”

She scoffed before even turning to find Nick leaned in the doorway and stunningly shirtless with his jeans riding low on his hips, but the Clumbasters hid his hungry eyes.

“You need to shower,” she directed weakly with a wide smile, butterflies erupting in her gut when he was already placing his sunglasses down and sauntering up to her.

He was careful not to brush her shimmering skin when he leaned down to capture her mouth in a soft kiss, but he couldn’t, just couldn’t stop from touching her when the soft whispers grew heated and the yearn he’d felt spike in his chest upon finding her naked before the mirror skyrocketed.

It started at her face, his thumbs tracing under her heavy eyes when he kissed her how she loved; deep ones, his tongue teasing her parted lips until she was inclining to chase his mouth. After that, neither of them cared how clean she was or how sweaty and coated in dirt he was.

The throaty whine she emitted provoked his own soft groan, looping an arm around her waist when her weight shifted against him.

She turned boneless in his embrace, pressing hungry kisses into his collar as he moved her hair aside to ravish her throat in soft bites and sucks, greedily digging his fingers into her bare ass cheek when she stroked his growing cock through the jeans.

A resonating growl blossomed in his chest, her essence dizzying him with every deep inhale or taste of her tongue. He was already so fucking drunk on her that he had to blink away the fog before his eyes, his body rigid with anticipation, wanting to sink his dick into her until he found the back of her pussy.

“You’re going into heat soon, aren’t you?” she breathed, her damp hair tossed around her face and following his steps as he moved her back towards the bed. Nick smirked; he smelled the spike in her arousal when she asked.

“Maybe,” he growled, but he knew two days ago it was coming. He’d woken up flushed and rock-hard with no recollection of any dreams to have caused it, but upon passing their calendar besides the door, it made sense once taking note of the days marked ahead of time.

Even if Callie wasn’t on her monthly cycle, his body was, and still wanted to breed.

He lowered her carefully, his mouth detaching from her nipple with an audible pop so he could press wet kisses under her chin, pulling her knees from beneath him.

“A quickie,” she exhaled, her touch fluttering across his shoulders.

“Uh-huh,” he mumbled into her lips, moving to drag his mouth down between her breasts.

“Nooo,” she lamented, trying to pull him back up, but he pinned her hands down as he grinned deviously up at her, running his cheek down her stomach. “You’re gonna see my double chins!”

“Not with my face in your pussy,” he growled, sending a flush across her cheeks and goosebumps down her sides.

He fucking loved when a calf came to rest across his shoulder blade after maneuvering over her stomach and between her thighs, kissing her clit before spreading her lips. He salivated as he admired her glistening sex, his painfully hard dick twitching in the uncomfortable confines of his jeans.

When his hot tongue lapped at her, sucking gently against her clit as he purred, a desperate cry cracked in her throat, his arms curling around her thighs to keep her still. He listened intently to the way she sobbed his name, smiling when he found a luscious spot and her thighs closed around his head.

“Dame más.” She gasped. Nick grinned against her cunt.

Fuck the quickie.

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Callie elbowed him after the other Orc stepped out of the elevator, their brief exchange having not gone unnoticed by her.

She knew as soon as they stepped on that he’d smell it on Callie; Nick’s seed left deep inside her, the indication even sharper since he’d gone into heat. Forget the baby he’d stuck in her- Orcs would smell the fresh fucking above anything. She’d also caught Nick puffing his chest, his arm sliding from her shoulders to around her neck.

“Don’t you think the stomach already proves you fucked me?” she asked lowly once they were alone, but he snorted.

“Still good to let ‘em know who does the fucking.” He smiled cockily, earning a roll of her eyes as the elevator opened to their floor.

He eased up on the Orkish displays as they entered the waiting room filled only with humans and found their seats after picking up the same, extensive check-in forms she’d nearly memorized by heart. Nick looked on lazily until she finished, both of them looking around at the many sets of eyes staring at them curiously before disregarding them and pulling their phones out.

Callie frowned at her screen, bumping Nick’s elbow.

“Look at Yareli,” she handed over the phone to show him Patricia’s two month old, chubby cheeked with dark eyes and a full head of hair grinning gummily at the camera.

“Oh God,” Nick said affectionately, zooming in to see how her round cheeks narrowed her almond eyes.

“She’s so cute,” Callie sighed, pouting before she closed the photo and responded to Rosie.

“You wanna see her, don’t you?” he asked, his chin rested in his palm.

Callie nodded, pursing her lips. “But Trish is back to hating me,”

“What’s it this time?”

“Fuck if I know,” she exhaled, adjusting in her seat and twirling her hair over the opposite shoulder, then fixing her tight, twisted tank dress around her stomach. “Why did I decide on this dress?”

“It’s easier to pull up dresses than push down pants,” he recited as he skimmed Facebook.

She only grumbled, finally finding a favorable spot that was with his hand between her thighs so she could lean comfortably on his stretched arm, watching the videos he scrolled through.

“I wonder how Dura is doing,” she mentioned.

“Well they’re home already,”

“Yeah but I know what it’s like seeing your boyfriend all mangled in a hospital bed,”

He shrugged. “He wasn’t mangled though,”

Callie flicked his hand. “She broke seven of his ribs,”

“The burns too,” he shuddered, recalling the poor condition Sergey had been in when they last visited.

Callie’s arms were already open once they’d stepped through the heavy hospital door, squeezing Dura tightly when she melted into her embrace.

“How’re you doing? Are you eating okay?” Callie questioned, pulling back to rub Dura’s arms.

“It’s hospital food, but it’s still food,” she sniffled, wiping her eyes.

“I brought some food that the nurses said you could keep in the fridge, okay? You need to keep your meals up for that little one,” Callie insisted, holding the sides of her small belly that had just started to show at a surprising three weeks along.

Dura smiled weakly, moving to hug Nick when he came at her with open arms too before they followed her through the shared hall and into Sergey’s room.

“What the hell happened to you two?” Sergey rasped, propped up with a multitude of pillows and gown open to let the ointment spread across the shallow burns over his chest and face. Callie retracted quicker than she meant after leaning over to give him a careful hug and kiss on the cheek, glancing at Nick.

“Yeah I was going to say, you two look like you were in a car accident,” Dura pointed out, motioning towards the overall mangled appearance Nick and Callie had walked in with.

“We were at that explosion on 31st,” Callie beat Nick to one of the poorly constructed excuses that was piecing together in his head.

“Really? How close? I’m surprised you two didn’t see Sergey there,” Dura’s swollen eyes widened.

“Yeah, how close?” Sergey piped, his lips mashed together in a riled scowl and glaring at Nick.

Thankfully Dura missed his temperamental tone, instead making herself busy trying to declutter the room they’d been stuck in for two weeks already, but Callie’s insistence that she relax eventually halted her frantic efforts as Nick found a seat on Sergey’s other side.

“How much longer are you in for?” Nick asked.

“Until I can take care of these at home. That explosion really fucked me up,” he emphasized his words with a hard stare, but Nick could only show his apologetic look partially; they were under contract not to talk about this shit and here Sergey was being… Sergey.

Callie sensed the boiling temper. “Do you have to do the breathing exercises? Nick hated those when he broke his ribs,” she tried, Nick nodding fervently when she eyed him.

Sergey only chuffed, staring blankly at the TV even as Dura leaned towards him in confusion, her hairless brows knit together.

“How’re you feeling? How’s the baby?” Callie distracted her quickly too, and for a second time Nick exhaled lowly in relief, running his hands down his face.

“Oh- I’m good, it’s good, I’ve just been kind of side-tracked lately so I haven’t really… thought about it,” she trailed off, pulling on her earlobe nervously.

“You’ll be amazed at how often you can forget that when it’s attached to you,” Callie smiled, the two giggling.

When Sergey remained unmoving, and expressionless, Nick slyly motioned his head towards the door and Callie nodded.

“Hey let’s go get some lunch, our treat! We’ll bring something back for the guys, yeah?” Callie asked Dura, already standing and pulling her along despite Dura looking back at Sergey in concern.

“Don’t let him get up, Nick!” Dura called, pushing into her slippers and grabbing her sweater as Callie ushered her out of the door.

It wasn’t until he heard the second door latch did Nick scoop the remote up and turn the TV off, forcing Sergey to look at him even if the stare was bitter.

“I’m sorry,” Nick said first, sincerely, but Sergey shook his head. “I never thought you would be a part of this,”

“I don’t even know what all of this is!” he hissed, wincing when his ribs spasmed. “They told me nothing about her and instead swore me to secrecy or my life is thrown away with it’s key!”

“It’s best if you don’t know about any of it-”

“How can you say that when I was attacked? By that psycho?”

Sergey’s usually vibrant eyes were dismal, full of betrayal, and Nick swallowed his words, dropping his head. He was right.

“I was left there until someone found me-” his voice shook, looking away. Nick waited patiently, his eyes averted as his young partner wiped his eyes crudely against his shoulder with a few sniffles. He well understood the sinking hopelessness of staring up at the night sky, completely consumed with the reality that you were going to die alone. “I couldn’t even tell Dura. All she does it stay awake with me and barely eats now. Because of all of this she doesn’t remember she’s pregnant,”

Nick nodded; what words of advice could he offer when he knew Callie would have acted the same no matter how insistent he was she take better care of herself?

“You and Callie obviously weren’t at the explosion,” Sergey cleared his throat, carefully adjusting the pillows under his arms.

“No,” Nick sighed. “We were taken, with Ward, chased down by two more Brights. Callie was almost killed, we all were,” he confessed, his temple resting in his palm.

Sergey looked at him in surprise. “What?”

Nick nodded, the recollection of their ordeal still not far enough away for his liking. “It was absolute hell, but I’m sorry you were ever sucked into it, I really am,”

Sergey’s face scrunched, his temperment lessening. “What happened? To… to them? The Brights?”

“If MTF came here then you know we can’t talk about it, even to us, so don’t. Don’t let Dura know about this because it won’t happen again, trust me,” Nick lied through his reassurance even though Sergey still wasn’t satisfied with such a vague response.

“How would I even tell her anything when I know nothing?” he muttered.

Nick nodded again. “I’m really sorry Sergey. I tried to keep it under wraps but… I’m just sorry,”

Sergey ran his tongue over his clipped tusks much like Nick did when he was contemplating, and eventually shrugged, grabbing for the remote again. “You owe me lunches for a year, old man.”

Nick scoffed in addition to a long exhale of relief; he’d come in thinking Sergey was going to be the one that would be tossed away after showing reluctance, and had ultimately expected some disdain after what Nick had accidentally involved him in, but now he could relax. There was no need to get into specifics, because even though Sergey knew not of the extensive trauma he and Callie had been through, he’d had his own share and was sworn to keep the same secrets, and that was it.

“They’ll be okay,” Nick reassured, squeezing her thigh.

“Yeah I hope so,” Callie pouted, her chin resting on his shoulder, her line of sight roaming. “One of them could be the tail, huh?”

Nick too looked up, discreetly observing the many couples and mothers to be occupying the waiting room. “Could be,”

“Why would they send a pregnant one?”

“Could be a fake stomach,”

She looked at him in horror, provoking a low chuckle from Nick. “They’d do that?”

“If it means preserving their cover, then yeah I think they’d do that,” he frowned, watching her expression convey the pieces connecting in her head.

“I’m suddenly really uncomfortable,” she mumbled.

“Flores?”

They both turned at the call of her name, Nick jumping up to gently pull her from her seat. “I guess we’ll know if one of them follows us into the exam.”

“My hands are cold, I’m sorry in advance,” Callie’s doctor expressed before she started palpating her round stomach. She tensed more so from the extra pressure put on her bladder, her thighs tightening.

“She’s ticklish, watch out,” Nick mocked.

“How can you not be being poked around like this? Ahh, he’s head down now,” Dr. Sangui’s eyes moved in various directions as her hands were left to do all the imaging.

“Is that bad?”

“Not at all. He won’t be breech, which is good- we don’t want butts coming out first,”

“Doesn’t that also mean I’m gonna pop soon?” Callie asked cautiously, alerting Nick into a straighter position.

“It could, but babies can flip down as early as two months in advance so don’t solely rely on this little spin,” Dr. Sangui winked at Nick who’s shoulders were slowly relaxing.

“We still have stuff to buy,” he grieved.

“Oh I think you still have time for that- oh! Looks like someone is waking up,” she laughed, her finger following the movement under Callie’s skin.

“He seems to act up when we start talking,” Callie noted.

“Well he can hear you two by now, he’ll definitely recognize your voices when he’s born,”

“Really?” Nick perked up again, his eyes full of wonder.

“Come talk to him, I bet he’ll kick,” Dr. Sangui encouraged as she stepped away to wheel the ultrasound machine over.

Nick scampered over quickly from his seat, leaning in close to her stomach. “Leo? Leonardo Makar, do lat daggog alnej?” he sang, and when an enthusiastic punch bumped Nick’s chin, he beamed up at Callie.

“So it’s not a coincidence that he jumps around when he hears you talk,” Callie realized, and Nick’s smile only grew.

“I love you too mausan liavavle ni,” he declared softly, quickly pecking her stomach before moving back to his chair as the lights dimmed and the doctor returned with the machine.

It seemed as soon as Nick wasn’t there to lull Leo that he was unwilling to cooperate, as was the norm when trying to get a clear image of the elusive little one during ultrasounds. He spun and hid, kicking Callie in retaliation when they tried nudging him the other way.

“And, there’s your big guy,” Dr. Sangui smiled after Leo finally settled enough for her to position the probe for a perfect side profile just as his little hands had rose to rub over his face.

“Oh c’mon, I wanna see who’s nose he’s gonna have,” Callie grinned.

“He’s gonna show us at his debut,” Nick cooed warmly, absently toying with Callie’s hand as he watched Leo wiggle and nudge in his ever shrinking space.

“You’re just worried he’s gonna look more like me,”

“Damn right I am,”

“Ahh don’t be,” Dr. Sangui started as she handed Callie her scans and a towel to dry her stomach. “The father’s genes are more dominant in Orc human offspring,”

“So my nose, your color,” Callie teased.

“What if he’s your color and my nose?” Nick pondered, admittedly a little bewildered imagining a pale Orc. “I’ve never seen a human colored one before,”

“There’s been albinos, it’s actually common in halflings,”

Nick and Callie looked at one another, both of them recognizing the concern brimming their eyes.

“Okay!” she clasped her hands together. “Let’s see your kick counter.”

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Callie groaned below her breath, leaning back into her hand and swaying side to side even if it did little to ease the discomfort in her back and legs. The line was expectantly long, and with the woman up front chattering before they collected their bags- some ordering fifteen kilos worth of fresh, warm tortillas- had left Callie in line for close to forty five minutes and beginning to wonder where Nick had run off to in the cramped market seconds before he popped back up.

“Took you all that time to find that?” she asked, eyeing the cucumbers and Takis.

“I was looking at the pork shoulder, sassy,” he shot back, already knowing to curl his arms around her shoulders so she could lean back against his chest.

“Craving carnitas?” she sighed, letting her head fall back against his chest.

He hummed, his cheek against her temple and swaying them gently. The longer he beared some of her weight, the more the discomfort rolled off until it was tolerable, but the line was at a standstill with one of the customers asking for six bags.

Callie groaned. “We should’ve gone to Sawaya,”

“We can still go,”

“I don’t wanna lose my spot in line,” she snapped. When Nick didn’t respond, she exhaled slowly. “I’m sorry,”

“What’s up? You’ve been edgy since we left the doctors office,”

She shrugged, but still answered, “I keep thinking about what she said- about halflings coming out albino,”

Nick shifted a little, moving his chin atop her head. “Would you be upset if he came out albino?”

“Not in the way I wouldn’t love him, but more he’s going to be teased. Does it bother you?” she asked, looking up at him.

“No, never. I mean- I always worry about him being teased because… you know, but no matter how he comes out, that’s my boy, my kid. There’s not even a chance I’d ever consider skipping out if anything was wrong with him,” Nick promised, holding tighter when she wiggled closer to him. “Did I give the impression I wouldn’t be in this if that were the case?”

“No baby, I just worry. I’ve had experience with babies and toddlers and all that and a little with conditions cuz you know Francisca is autistic, but… you’ve never taken care of kids or dealt with that kind of stuff. You’re already stepping into fatherhood without experience, but adding special needs? I couldn’t gauge how you were handling that possibility,” she explained, slowly growing quieter.

“I mean it shocked me for a minute, but then the next it was just a possibility and it didn’t affect how I feel about him at all. That’s my baby boy,” he nuzzled behind her ear, grinning when she chuckled. “Nothin’ is gonna make me run, Cal,”

“Good cuz after she said he’ll likely start teething at three months it just proved I have no idea how to raise a little Nick,” she ribbed, earning a chuff against her ear that made her pull her shoulders in. “What do Orcs even use for teething?”

“Sticks,” he answered without skipping a beat, and she turned to look at him in horror. “It was a joke, dummy,”

“I think our best bet will be rubber spoons,” she mumbled. “He’s gonna tear my boobs apart,”

“He better not- I’ll throw him away if he ruins ‘em, those are mine.” Nick declared, already tensed before she landed a sturdy elbow in his gut.

By the time the line at last progressed and Nick had their own warm tortillas in arm, Callie couldn’t even sit without aching, and despite insisting she could whip up a quick dinner, he hushed her pressing and called in to their favorite Mandarin restaurant so their order was ready by the time they made the drive across town.

When Callie accompanied him inside, the usual behind the counter greeted the regular, peculiar couple warmly, doting over her growing stomach and the proud smirk Nick carried until he was called out loudly on it. Their teasing was harmless, but when a few more gathered to poke fun at the difference in their sizes, Nick still turned a few shades darker while Callie held her flushed cheeks.

Only when they promised they’d bring Leo in when he was born did they allow the couple to head out with the order and an extra side thrown in, both of them a little deflated after the whirlwind of an interaction.

No longer did she snatch the keys from him, and instead reclined in the passenger seat with the aux cable in her control. Nick’s hand always rested at her thigh or stomach, sometimes chatting softly to Leo in Orkish when he pushed against his palm.

She was slowly starting to pick up on words the more Nick rattled off around her, things like mausan beauavausan; my beauty.

It made her heart sing every time he keened lovingly, praising Leo with your kicks are so strong, my love. It seemed that now he knew Leo was always listening, he couldn’t stop doting over him, sometimes asking if he’d know the sound of his voice when he was finally able to hold him.

She hid her teary eyed blubbering behind a chicken wing she snuck from the take-out bag, handing Nick one when he whined.

A few more were munched on before they made it home, not even bothering to unpack their groceries before they sat at their table and dug in.

Often through the meal, Callie looked down to her side, expecting Pucca’s head to rest in her lap. It still stung; when she didn’t come galloping at them when the door opened, it reminded them just how much she filled the house with warmth, and every time they passed the TV, they’d brush their fingers across the cherry wood box that held her ashes, her pawprint rested beside it.

She snapped out of her trance, snorting when she caught sight of Nick struggling to stack green onions and chili flake garnish atop his wing.

Whereas usually Nick was the one to mow through tray of wings and the sides of fried rice, Callie now dominated that title, cleaning them down to the bone before washing up and crawling into bed while Nick put the groceries away.

Before he even made it into the room she was propped up against the footboard with her feet towards his pillow, ready to ask for a foot rub by the time he made it in.

She wiggled her feet with a wide smile, waiting patiently as he handed off her giant water cup filled to the brim with ice and stripped down to his briefs, finding the Firestick before flopping into bed beside her.

It was a struggle not to let his fingers trace up her smooth ankle, sometimes tapping the inside of her knee with his eyes glued to the TV. His nose was the only indicator he needed to know she was losing interest in her phone she had been scrolling through before massaged her feet, but now that his wide palms were cupping her toned calves and sliding up to her thigh, her eyes were wandering, and meeting his when he smirked.

“Again?” she asked softly, her knees parting to reveal the peach, lace panties she’d slipped on that morning after he’d made her levitate off the bed.

He nodded slowly, the amber of his eyes blacking out when his pupils dilated. His chest rose and fell with deep breaths, a low chuff sneaking in when her foot dragged over his lap, bumping his heavy dick swelling with life.

“You’re a fucking tease,” he growled, stirring a smile from her.

“How’re you even still attracted to me with this globe in the way?” she laughed as he rocked forward onto his knees to loom over her.

“Cuz I put it in you,” he breathed, moaning when he slipped his tongue in her mouth.

“You gotta take it easy on me this time,” she reminded huskily, her touch following his chiseled stomach into his briefs where he was already dripping with precum, a low groan meeting the soft squeeze of her hand.

It took a few seconds to realize the heavy fall of steps wasn’t his heart beat thrumming in his ears as he left wet kisses across her chest, and his head lifted in time to spot the shadowed figure moving in the night through their patio.

Nick shot up, the lust cleared and jumping off the bed to yank open the bedside table drawer in search of his gun.

“What- what the fuck!” she exclaimed, scrambling to sit up.

“Stay here,” he ordered, hastily stepping into his jeans again before darting down the hall and towards the back door through the laundry room.

He moved the blinds aside, the gun’s safety off and held securely in his palms as he peered out.

“What is it?”

Nick jumped, turning to glare at Callie. “I said stay there!”

“You left without saying anything!”

“Just-” he exhaled, turning back to the door.

She still squeezed her way in enough to look out beside him until he carefully nudged her back, but both of them froze when the figure stepped under the low light of the dying bulb outside.

“Is… is that?” Callie cracked, stepping back when Nick unlocked the door.

“Call Kandomere,” he instructed, and stepped into the crisp night, his blood having already run cold upon sighting Tikka.

She turned wobbling towards him, her cheeks sunken and clothes mangled, her hair matted and dirty. The lightning of her eyes still uneased him, and he kept a safe distance between them; he had no idea what mental state she was in or if the wands she’d run off with were still in her possession.

It was just like the last time he’d seen her; completely unsure if she was real or just a figment of his imagination, but scenting the air brought the sickly sweet sickness that riddled her glossy skin, and he scowled.

When she reached weakly into her jacket, he raised his gun instinctively, the maneuvers to get back to Callie before she blew them to pieces racing before is eyes. More than anything he wanted to run with Callie until he met MTF down the road; he couldn’t go through this shit again.

What if she lunges and Carried him away, to some far place he couldn’t find his way home from again?

Nick swallowed, doing his best to keep his aim true.

But instead, she produced two silent wands that fell from her grasp and onto the concrete.

She stared down at them as Nick looked between them, the frenzy rising in his body.

“I’m Dismantled,” she finally spoke, her voice croaky. “I… the Bright I found, they… it’s gone,” she brought her hands into her chest, looking at Nick with glossy eyes. “Everything is gone,” she wept, shoulders starting to shake.

Nick took a half step back.

“Everything- everything about me is dead,” she gasped. “Fero is dead and my home is gone-”

“Tikka,” Nick interjected, stifling her hiccups. “I told you to stay gone,”

Her eyes fluttered, tears racing down her dirty cheeks; where had she gone these two months to leave her in such disarray?

“I know,” she rasped, nodding. “But I wanted to apologize,”

Nick’s brows furrowed.

“The battle became yours when it never was,” she wavered, her face scrunching. “When he killed Fero, I just-”

“Tikka,” Nick raised his hands, shaking his head. “You can’t… there’s no fixing this,”

She stared at him, shaking like a leaf in the cold night.

“What’s done is done but I cannot have you here! This shit you brought with you almost fucking killed us, Tikka!”

“I know! I just, I wanted to say I’m sorry,” she pleaded, stepping towards him.

“And you said it, okay? But-” he exhaled, holding his head. The cold bite of the gun against his scalp was uncomfortable. “They’re gonna be here soon for you,”

“I know,” she smiled sadly, looking down at her fumbling hands. “I passed them walking up here,”

Nick rolled his eyes.

What fucking use they are.

“How is Daryl?” she asked, peeking at him.

Nick sighed. “He’s not working anymore. He took an early pension,”

“Is he okay though?”

“No, he’s not. We all live under MTF’s thumb and therapy doesn’t do shit, Tikka,” he snapped vehemently, and she retracted further into herself, her eyes averted.

The distant wail of sirens started to float through the night, but Nick still remained vigilant and glancing at the wands across the ground. He wouldn’t simply go off her word; at any moment she could summon those fucking things and blow them apart. In his own home, where he’d thought they’d finally escaped the madness.

He hoped to God that Callie was safely inside and not sticking her head out, but she was just as protective as he.

With the sirens came a helicopter, thundering through the night as it approached, and when Tikka looked up to shield her eyes from the light and wind whipping her hair and clothing around, Nick backed up, the wands skidding across the concrete towards him.

She looked at him again, her eyes filled with fright.

Where just a couple months ago she was composed and ready to fight, she had gone back to the cowering girl they found all those years ago, looking desperately to her only protector, and above all the disdain he held for her, it broke his heart to see her looking for someone to help her again.

The turmoil collected in his chest as the sirens blared, armored MTF officials shouting and running at her with modified guns until she had her hands above her head, sobbing under the blinding light of the helicopter.

They rushed past Nick from the back door behind him, pushing Callie into his arms when he turned.

Even as he bellowed at them, they only rushed Tikka, surrounding her with guns pointed and crosshairs covering her until she was kneeling and begging for mercy.

A flash of blue brought Nick’s attention back to the door, and was a little taken-aback to see Kandomere walking out in less than formal wear this time, but still elegant as ever.

“She got past your men again,” Nick yelled, but Kandomere shook his head.

“His remains are scattered across the car,” he replied coolly, and walked on when Nick and Callie remained silent.

Tikka met Kandomere’s metallic eyes as he approached her just as they’d cuffed and harnessed her, but something shifted in her.

Her expression washed over, her body stilling under the chaos as she glared up at him, her pupils the size of pinheads. She yanked against her constraints, her nose wrinkling in a low snarl.

Nick’s brows knit together; where had the misery gone? The fear that almost compelled him to stand before her in protection? She’d gone from prey to predator in the snap of a finger.

It wasn’t clear at what point Kandomere had collected the wands, but they were now in his grasp, glowing softly, thrumming like the gentle pulse of a hummingbird's heart. It had never occurred to Nick that he might have been a Bright, but it made sense, really. Why deal in business you have no business dealing in?

“Ron naa il- lle,” Tikka hissed, but when one was pointed to her forehead, she stiffened.

“They were never yours, either. Rilinquo,” Kandomere whispered ethereally, and all at once Tikka erupted with pained cries, the burning overtaking her form as the enchantment within her was forced out.

Nick could’ve sworn he saw a glowing from behind her eyes and deep in her throat spark and then fizzle, but she thrashed too violently to be sure.

When it had subsided, and left the dull throb across her muscles, she sobbed, her body folding over and remaining limp as they dragged her away through the backyard, the light of the helicopter following them.

Callie’s eyes lingered on Kandomere while Nick followed Tikka to watch her be loaded into transport, but he came back in time to watch them deposit the wands into the two person cases, immediately ringing and pulsating in agitation when they were confined.

Kandomere turned to look at them over the commotion still ringing through the neighborhood, neighbors standing outside their houses and even peering over the fence to see what was going on, but just as quickly as they had arrived, they were leaving, and with it the Bright that had been so elusive for so many years.

Nick didn’t know what to say; should he ask if she was okay? Would it even matter after she’d clearly come here again with ill intent?

There was a tense moment between them before Kandomere nodded tersely once, stepping past them to walk back through the house.

Nick turned, further confused.

After years of hunting her, was that really it?

She glanced at her phone; it was about to be three and neither had been able to find any form of rest or relaxation.

Looking to Nick found him still staring up at the ceiling, just as calmly as when they’d first laid in bed after awkwardly moving about their own home after it had been searched and cleared.

Neither had spoken to one another after the chaos had passed, but she could sense the unrest.

She rolled onto her side, gently running the back of her fingers against his cheek. He leaned into her touch, his eyes finally closing.

“You’re upset,” she whispered, and he nodded with a long sigh. “You didn’t want them to take her?”

His eyes opened to search for the words, but it was a long beat of silence before he answered.

“At first I felt bad about it, but she was lying again. There was a dead agent sitting in front of our house and we didn’t know it,” he murmured. “I can’t shake the feeling she’s going to pop back up again any minute,”

“You saw them take her,”

“I did, but she’s like a fucking phantom,” he grieved, running his hand down his face.

“She won’t, she can’t. Check in on it tomorrow at work,” Callie moved closer, holding his face so he looked at her. “I don’t think she’s going to come back this time, baby,”

His face sorrowed. “What if she does? What if she keeps ruining everything?”

“She’s only an Elf now, you can shoot her,” she grinned, and he scoffed. The turmoil still swirled in his gorgeous eyes, even as she angled his face to pepper soft kisses across his cheek. She knew no amount of words would calm the dread; only time would free him of such misery.

“Did my anxiety transfer to you? You’re usually my rock,” she teased softly.

“It’s this little thing,” he grumbled, poking her belly. “Every time you’re out of my sight I feel like the earth is gonna swallow you up or a fucking Bright is gonna find you. We can’t even say we’re completely safe at home,”

She pursed her lips; the idea had at first only been a small, partial thought that she didn’t think Nick would be on board with, but the closer Leo’s arrival came and taking in the past history of this house, tonight might just have been the boost she needed to bring it up.

“Let’s move,”

Nick’s eyes flickered to hers. “Move?”

“Wouldn’t you feel better being somewhere that our past didn’t know about?”

“You know I’ve thought about it before, honestly. My mom kind of planted the seed in my head a while back,” he confessed.

“Oh yeah?”

He nodded, rolling on his side to face her. “When she’s not going on about Leo she’s asking how many more we’re gonna have, saying she has a few properties she wants to show me,”

Callie smiled. “Should we?”

Nick eyed her before leaning up on his elbow. “You wanna take that on?”

“I love it here, don’t get me wrong, but I also wanna raise Leo somewhere you weren’t almost killed and I wasn’t almost kidnapped,” she relayed, pulling his chin up when he looked down in guilt. “But I’m not doing it unless you’re with me. I go where you go,”

Nick grinned, cupping her cheek before he leaned in for a long kiss; a delicate one that didn’t need fervent hands or eager tongues.

“You know if I tell my mom we wanna look at places she’s gonna expect more babies,” he chuckled against her mouth, and Callie shrugged.

“Maybe if we lead her on she’ll give us a better deal,” she simpered, giggling when he dug his fingers into her side. “So you wanna look then?”

“Yeah, let’s do it. I could always use a bigger backyard,”

“Can we throw in a dance studio for me too?” she pouted.

“Fuck it, let’s buy a mansion,” he boasted, his spirits lifting when she smiled at him.

There was a drawn moment they simply looked at one another, somehow tangled and sleep starting to fill the void where apprehension once brimmed. The longer they maintained eye contact, the wider Callie’s smile grew, her shoulders drawing in.

“What?” he chuckled.

“Thinking of it all just makes me happy, we’re gonna buy a house together,” she beamed.

“Have a baby soon,” he added.

“Babies,”

Nick’s brows perked up. “Now you’re on board with that?”

“I’ve told you from the beginning I want a bunch’a little Nick’s running around,” she cracked.

“Maybe a little Callie, too,” he pouted, forever attached to the idea of having a little girl.

“We need a big house then,”

“Like I said, a mansion,” he reiterated, but a soft smack against his chest prompted him to pull her close, her head tucked under his chin after pressing a few hard kisses to her cheek. “I love you so much,”

“I love you more,” she nuzzled his collar.

“We got way off topic again,”

“But do you feel better?”

Nick grinned to himself. “Yeah, I do.”

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I told you there would be fluff

Translations: -"Dame más.": Gimme more

-"Leo? Leonardo Makar, do lat daggog alnej?": Leo? Leonardo Makar, do you hear me? -"mausan liavavle ni": my little one

-"Ron naa il- lle": they are not yours

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Rewind (Lucy Boynton x Reader Fic)

Pairing: Lucy Boynton x Reader (modern university time frame)

Word Count: 1.5K

Summary: Despite your pre-existing judgement, you find yourself being pulled towards your new neighbor.

AN: Hi!! This is my first fic ever and I plan for it to be a multi-chapter one! This first part is just more of an expose of reader and lucy’s relationship, you’ll see more of their dynamic (and angst 😈) in the next chapter 🥂I’m baby and a beginner so please let me know your thoughts and ways to improve!

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Coming back home from the first year of uni was like entering the real world after 12 years of solitary confinement. Fresh food from a stove rather than a water heated metal dish. A plush queen bed with natural daylight from your room to prick your eyelids rather than the squeaky twin size mattress that you find yourself waking on top of after the boys down the hall set off the smoke alarms for vaping. Again…

Perhaps the only con to coming back home was all the old retired foggies that surround you. It was refreshing but lonesome after living among the hoards of young adults that don’t know what to do with their lives. Not to mind though, it was sound sleeping for you without any loud music.

“Y/N!” Your mother calls from downstairs.

“Y/N!”

With the exception of your mother.

You roll off your bed. Glancing in the glass reflection of a picture frame, you don’t look too hot. Your skin greasy from sleep and the acne creams that you applied the night before.

“What mum?” You drawled as you plopped down the stairs, sitting on the last step

“Look! The new family who bought the house is moving in. They hauled three bookcases out the truck already.”

Out of the passenger side of the truck popped out a girl with mid length brownish hair. Her frame quickly ducking out of view so she could enter the house.

Your mother continues“She seems like your age, you think she’s from your university?”

You peer again trying to get a glimpse. Her hair now tied sloppily in a bun as she picks up one of the boxes. You peer down to see an all girls college shirt covering her whole frame. Mary Scott University.

It may have been just your own prejudice or your jealousy of someone so effortlessly beautiful but you didn’t see any hope in the new girl on the street.

“Jesus Christ” you glance at your mom

“What?”

“She goes to that all girls school—“

“It’s not a bad school Y/N, your dad’s cousin went there-“

“And look where she ended up! She dropped out of dentistry school and is making jewelry for a living!”

“Y/N, don’t judge people so quickly, how do you even make friends in school?”

Annoyed, you bulged your eyes out. In a normal school not an all girls school where they wait til marriage for someone to sexually awaken them.. you thought.

You take one last look at the new movers and retreat to your bedroom. Under the covers you can only find yourself thinking about the new girl.

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The next day your mom calls you down again with more gusto and a sweeter tone.

Interesting… Only until you can hear an unfamiliar voice downstairs you assume there could be some visitors.

“Yeah, hold on!” You yell out as you try to fix your appearance. You tie your hair up and pull down your night shorts from under your large shirt.

You walk across the catwalk to see below your mom talking to the new girl on the front porch.

She was dressed in a racer back tank top and athletic shorts with a tennis racket bag strapped to one shoulder.

Shit shit shit shit shit!

Your first impression isn’t gonna be strong or even on the same level of confidence that she exudes. Her sweet smile shows off her pristine white teeth. Damn, when was the last time you did a whitening strip?

Her gaze finds yours and you start to feel your hands clam up a little.

Her bright eyes beam and cheeks lift up . “Hi! I’m Lucy!” she says with a small wave

Your lingering gaze on the way her top hugs her waist is cut short from your mother.

“Y/N, could you walk Lucy to the tennis courts?“

The tennis courts were the first thing that anyone could see when they entered the neighborhood. Right next to the clubhouse and playground adjoined to it. Not too hard to find. But with your mother’s hard smile and urging eyes, you can tell she wanted to make a good impression.

“Uh yeah! Sure let me just-”

“Please don’t go out wearing that.”

“I know ma- I’m gonna go change-”

“Wear something nice—”

“I got it!”

As you see Lucy smile a little bit, you give a flash a teeth before you dash up the stairs in a frenzy to find anything cute. A whole tennis outfit at noon, God she really is Mary Scott material... You suffice for a college T and jean shorts as everything else was either sweaty and stained. You pick off the toothpaste stain on your shirt the best you can before you run downstairs , hearing your mom drawl how you’re not as active as you were before.

“Okay mom you can stop talking about how I’m a glob of fat now.”

Your mother’s eyes narrow at the toothpaste stain and as she raises her hands to examine it you swat it away

You glance at Lucy and give her a big grin “Okay, let’s go!”

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As you both walk out of your front yard to the trail to the recreation area you turn to Lucy.

“So it’s Lucy? Right?”

She grins, “Yeah, and is it Y/N? Am I saying that right?”

“Yeah! You’re good.”

She cocks her head to your shirt. You suddenly feel more aware of the toothpaste stain.

“So.. you go to Baker’s?

“Yeah! Are you in uni yet?”

“Yeah, I go to Mary Scotts.”

“Kind far from here isn’t it?”

“We used to live a bit further, like 5 hours away so I’m happy for some closer storage for all my college shit.”

Thank fucking god! You curse! I don’t have to watch my tongue.

You and Lucy continue to cycle about and discuss normal college student ice breakers. Despite what you thought, all girls college doesn’t seem that bad, There’s a mix of students in Mary Scott’s area with the other universities nearby.

“So what’s fun around here?” Lucy asks “Besides the elusive tennis courts you’re taking me to.”

You begin to say something but close your mouth and furrow your brows in deep thought. Lucy chuckles as you draw your mouth in a thin line.

“Honestly… I can’t really say. Most of the neighborhood is just older people, but even when I had friends around we just drove around spending money on food. Was it the same where you used to live?”

“ Not really. We lived more out of the suburbs and I had a few friends around. We mostly just sat around my attic and gossiped”

“Gossiping is the universal binding for all teenagers with nothing to do”

Lucy gave a small chuckle to that and you both fell into silence. You start to overthink what you just said.

Does she think I’m some vapid image obsessed person? Does she think I’m boring? Ffffuckkk Y/N why do you have to be so weird- Your thinking is interrupted as you reach the courts and Lucy turns to you

“Do you.. uhm do you wanna play with me? I was just planning to practice against the wall but I brought my other racket. Not that this was my plan all along ! But that I sometimes bring two just to kinda feel it out until I’m in a groove or whatever…”

Ahh so she’s nervous too.

“Nah I understand and yeah! But just to warn you I have ZERO hand-eye coordination.”

Lucy smiles and pulls off a corded hair tie from her wrist and hands it to you, “Do you wanna tie up your hair?”

You smile and nod and flip your head upside down to gather your strands together between the cords.

After 10 minutes of playing tennis, only one round ending in a very successful back and forth, you both sat down on the court together rolling the ball back and forth with your rackets.

Lucy laughed at your jokes and you laughed at hers. With each time you mention the becomings of an inside joke you see her eyes crinkle and a full toothed smile emerge from her face.

“Have you moved in completely?”, you ask.

“No, not really, like I still have my clothes to fold and books to organiz-”

“ ...and you came out here to play tennis?”

She rolled her eyes and grinned “ I have all summer to move in”

“ and then move back in for university” you pause for a moment “Do you need any help? I’m very experienced with placing books upright and folding fabric into 4 sided shapes”

Lucy turns and lifts her brows, “ I don’t know in my house we can only fold our linens into 7 sided heptagons… but I suppose we can use your lifting for the piles of books we have”

She glances at your arms.

“Put those arms to work”

You scrunch your face together and glance between her and your arms.

“Okay! I get it! So you have all summer to move in and I have all summer to build up my guns.”

Lucy face turns to worry “Oh no! I didn’t mean it like that, you have nice arms Y/N that’s what I am trying to say”

“Aw, well these babies only come out when I’m picking up like Cheerios from my floor. And after failing to hit your throws for like 2 hours.”

“Yeah you really weren’t lying about coordination”

“Hey! I can do other things”

“Elaborate?”

You begin to speak with confidence but it falters as you can’t seem to find anything worth bragging about. Until...

“You know what, I’ll show you, whenever you want at your house”

“Okay,” Lucy pauses “are you doing anything tomorrow”

“Might be busy with another girl from Mary Scott university beating my ass in tennis but I’ll push her aside just for you”

Lucy scoffs “ Okay, so maybe 12?”

“That’s when I wake up”

“1?”

“You know let me just give you my number and you give me a wake up call.”

“God, you are true Baker’s material.”

Seeing as the sky was turning pink, you and Lucy returned to your street, earning a few bug bites on the way back.

“Welp, it was nice to meet you Lucy, I’ll see you later”

You reach your arm out for a hand shake.

But Lucy’s arm invited you into a small hug, a distance between both your chests. You were a little stunned, but wrapped your arms around her anyways. Lucy parted first, with a “Bye Y/N” and a small smile. You couldn’t quite place the small jump in your stomach when she said your name. Turning around you walked back into your house, hoping she’ll remember to call you tomorrow.

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AN: ty for reading and let me know your thoughts! I’ll be posting the next part in two days!

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