#pepsi almost came out of my nose

[ldyvdr]

this was literally over a week ago but i’m still crying laughing at this post

Ao3 being down due to a DDOS attack during Sub Cody week, the most holy of weeks for the Church of Codussy, is an actual war crime and I’m preparing the troops for battle as we speak

[scarlett-or-wtv]

This is Vegas after all,

A Christopher Sturniolo Fanfiction

Warnings (will be different for all parts): Alcohol (very small mention) Thats it!!!

Summary: Y/N finds herself lost in Las Vegas when she bumps into a stranger. What happens when you fall in love on vacation?

A/N: This is gonna be a series im not sure how many parts yet but I tend to over write and have a very hard time making stories short 😭. This is just an introduction chapter to give you an understanding of the story line! Enjoy!

If theres one thing I thought was gonna happen on this trip, it definitely wasn’t this. How could an innocent trip to Vegas with my best friend go so wrong?

The summer air turned less inviting as the hours went by. The night wasn’t particularly cold, but the cool breeze that came along with it was enough to make goosebumps appear on my arms.

Go figure I wouldn’t bring a jacket. I wasn’t planning on being outside. I walked along the road as I helplessly tried to call Audrey. Voicemail, thats just great. Of course her phone was dead. Never go to a rave in a city you have never been in.

I was staring down at my phone as I tried to call an uber back to the hotel. The lack of wifi made me groan in frustration. Due to my lack of paying attention I bumped into a group of people. My eyes widened as a can of Pepsi came crashing at my feet. Seriously?

I quickly picked up the can and lifted my gaze to meet the person that was previously holding it. “Im so sorry. Ill buy you a new one. I should have watched where I was going.” I quickly apologized.

The unfamiliar man chuckled. “Its fine it was almost empty anyways.” He said with a charismatic smile.

Its only then that I truly studied his face. This man was absolutely gorgeous. I fixed the strap of my dress that had fallen off my shoulder when I picked up his drink. Thats when I realized I was stood in front of 3 identical men. “Are you sure? I really am sorry.”

He chuckled again. The sound was absolutely beautiful. “Its really okay. It’s almost 2am. Why are you out here by yourself?” He asks looking around the area before meeting my eyes again.

“I was with a friend. We went to this rave and got separated in the crowd. I tried to call her but her phone is going to voicemail.” I explain.

“You shouldn’t be out here by yourself. This is vegas.” He says with a smile.

“I don’t have any wifi to call an uber. So I was just gonna walk to my hotel.” I say crossing my arms over my chest as the cool breeze makes me shiver slightly.

“We were just about to head back to our hotel. Where are you staying? Maybe we can give you a ride?” He says watching as I try to keep myself warm.

“Im staying at Bellagio. Are you anywhere close?” I ask looking at the other men before looking back at him.

“Your kidding. Im staying there too.” He chuckles again. “We can give you a ride if you want. I understand not wanting to get into a car with strangers.”

“Then lets not be total strangers. Im y/n.” I say putting my hand out to shake his.

“Chris.” He says shaking my hand. “This is Nick, and thats Matt.” He points to the other two men.

“Triplets?” I ask looking at each of them carefully.

“Yeah.” He chuckles. “So, would you like a ride?”

“You aren’t gonna kidnap me right?” I joke with a small giggle.

He laughs and shakes his head before leading me to their car. Matt gets into the driver seat and Chris gets in the passenger, which leaves me with nick. I studied the piercings on his nose for a moment. My gaydar was telling me this man was definitely not straight, but thats not something you just ask. What if he isn’t? That would be extremely awkward.

“Thank you.” I say putting on my seatbelt.

“Its really no problem.” He says turning behind him to look at me before looking forward again.

The drive to the hotel was peaceful. Quiet but not awkwardly quiet. The guys would make small talk with each other here and there. I stayed quiet because I didn’t wanna intrude on their conversation.

After a few long minutes we pulled into the hotel parking lot. Matt pulled into a spot and put the car in park before we all got out. I shivered again as the outside air pierced my skin. We swiftly walked into the hotel.

Once the door was open I was met with Audrey. I ran to her and gave her a hug. “Oh my god where have you been? I was so worried.” I say squeezing her tightly.

“Im so sorry I got lost and I called an uber right before my phone died.” She explains.

She looks behind me and sees the triplets. “Am i high or is there triplets behind you.” She says jokingly.

I giggle. “This is Chris, Matt, and Nick.” I say pointing at each of them. “I bumped into them and they were staying in the same hotel and offered to give me a ride.” I explain.

“Oh. Well thank you.” She says to them.

Chris returns his thanks before I look at them again. “Im gonna head to sleep. Thank you again.” I say.

“Your all good. Maybe ill see you at breakfast tomorrow.” He says with a smile and a nod.

I return his smile and nod before turning and walking with Audrey to the elevator. Once we have turned the corner she swats my arms.

“Holy shit. How did you manage to bump into the hottest set of triplets I’ve ever seen.” She says before dropping her jaw.

I laugh again. “I know right? Chris is absolutely gorgeous.” I say shaking my head as i click on our floor number.

The doors close as she looks at me again. “Are you kidding? Matt is gorgeous.” She says.

We continue our bickering before the elevator door opens. We walk to our room and I put the card in the door. The light flashes green and I turn the knob. The room was a mess of open suitcases. I plop down on my bed and take a deep breathe, thankful we both made it back safely.

After about an hour Audrey had fallen asleep. My mind was absolutely racing. Thankfully, this hotel has a 24 hour jacuzzi and pool. I quietly grabbed my swimsuit and stepped into the bathroom. The swimsuit was a small purple tie bikini. I tied the top around my neck before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around myself.

I quietly crept out of the room and back to the elevator. I clicked the button for the ground floor before looking around in silence as i waited for it to stop.

I stepped out of the elevator and followed the signs to a glass door. I put my card in and pushed it open.

After setting my towel down by the door I turned the corner and froze when I saw them in the jacuzzi. There eyes flicked in my direction, pulling them out of their previous conversation.

“Oh, hey.” I said awkwardly scratching the back of my neck. I suddenly felt exposed in my bikini.

“Come in.” Nick says happily. I smile at his kindness. My body heats up as I sink into the steamy water. The jet’s underneath making the surface turn a bubbly white.

We all talked for awhile. I looked at Chris every now and then. He looked so good, hair dampened from the steam, cheeks flushed from the heat, in nothing but shorts. God this man was so perfect.

“I think im gonna head to bed.” I say suddenly. Chris gives me a disappointed look.

“Okay. Goodnight y/n” He says with a small smile.

“Goodnight Chris.” I say standing up. “Night Nick. Night Matt.” I say before going back around the corner and grabbing my towel.

Once I made it back to my room I quietly opened the door and made my way to the bathroom. I changed into my pajamas before climbing back into my bed.

Time skip ☀︎︎

I woke up the next morning to see Audrey doing her makeup in the mirror. “Good morning.” I say sitting up and stretching.

“Hey!” She says looking at me in the mirror. “You need to get ready like right now.” She says continuing doing her mascara.

“Why?” I ask confused.

“Lets just say a certain triplet came by our room this morning and invited us to breakfast with them.” She says giving me a suggestive look.

I jump out of bed and start rummaging through my suitcase. I pick out some baggy Jncos and a white tube top. I quickly get dressed. I grab my BB Simons belt and swiftly put it through my belt loops.

“Where are we going for breakfast?” I ask.

“He said it was a surprise.” Audrey says with a shrug.

I quickly do my makeup and my hair before putting on my air forces. “I went to the hot tub with them last night.” I tell her as i tie my shoe.

“What?!” She says whipping her head around to look at me. “Did Matt look super hot?” She asks.

“They all did.” I say with a giggle.

We finish getting ready and I pick up my Dior purse from the hook on the door. I throw it over my shoulder and open the door.

We make it down to the lobby and we see the triplets. My eyes widen when i realize Chris and I are unintentionally matching.

“Dude. You copied my swag.” He says with a fake mad face.

I laugh. “You copied MY swag.” I say with a smile.

“Lies. I was wearing this when i came to your room this morning and you were still in bed.” He says sassily.

I turn to Audrey. “You let him in our room?” I ask jokingly.

“Sorry!” She squeals putting her hands in the air defensively.

I give her a fake glare before turning back to Chris. “Where are we going?”

“Its a surprise.” He says with a shrug.

We walk outside to Matt’s car. Audrey insisted on sitting in the passenger seat. I knew it was because of Matt, but I think she also just wanted me to sit next to Chris.

We arrive at our destination a few minutes later. I read the sign on the building. “What is this place?” I ask.

“You’ll see.” He says helping me out of the car.

We walk inside and my eyes widen as i see the roof is a gigantic aquarium tank. Colorful fish swim around above us as people are dining below.

“Is this a good time to tell you im afraid of the ocean.” I say looking at the fish.

“You’ll be fine.” He says taking my hand and leading me to a table. My nerves catch fire at the contact. He brings me to a table and the others follow behind us. Audrey sits next to Matt. I sit across from them with Chris and Nick on each side of me.

The waiter approaches our table some minutes later. She asks us what we would like to drink.

“Can I get a strawberry margarita? On the rocks.” I ask and she nods.

“ID?” She asks and I take out my wallet.

I hand her the card and she looks at it for a second before handing it back. “And for you?” She asks Chris.

“Pepsi please.” He says with a smile.

Audrey orders a Dr Pepper along with Nick. Matt gets a root beer.

I start looking over the menu before Chris suddenly speaks. “Your old enough to drink?” He asks.

I give him a confused look. “Please don’t tell me your a minor.” I say.

He laughs. “No. Im 20.” He says shaking his head.

“Good.” I say relived.

“Good?” He asks.

“Good your not a minor.” I explain.

“Why?” He asks teasingly.

“Because that would be very illegal of me.” I say with a shrug.

“And what are you planning that would be illegal?” He asks with a smirk.

I kick his leg under the table. “Shut up. You know what I mean.” I say playfully rolling my eyes.

Our drinks arrive and we order our food which comes short after. Matt takes a picture of us for instagram.

The clattering of plates being stacked and the sound of forks screeching against porcelain filled the restaurant. The ongoing sound of chewing echoed in my ears as the situation became slightly overwhelming.

I sipped on my margarita with my eyes closed trying to drown out the atmosphere around me, to no avail. The sounds were only washed away when Chris started speaking.

I focused on his words as they flowed out of his mouth, concentrating on each syllable he pronounced. I took a deep breathe as the relief washed over me. His voice and the way he used it was all too hypnotic.

But when his sentence was finished, the silence of the restaurant retreated with his words. I looked around the table trying to concentrate on someone else’s words, but they didn’t flow like Chris’s.

Thankfully after a long excruciating hour breakfast had concluded. Thank god.

A/N: This is my first published work! Let me know what I can improve and any thoughts or opinions you have!!

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[theflyingfeeling]

one day I'll stop writing the awful terrible morally questionable Olli/Allu infidelity AU 😭 ...not today however 👀

[set after the Nokia Arena show]

~

It was wrong when they did it on the road, and Olli knew that. They both did, although they never talked about it; never once stopped to have that conversation in between all the sloppy handjobs and the nights secretly spent tangled up under the covers.

It was different, however, to do it somewhere in between Nowheresville and Onehorsetown in the tour bus at 2 am or in a hotel room in Bilbao, where it was easy to pretend they were in an entirely different time and place and universe, one in which they weren't going to Hell for what they got up to behind closed doors, if such as place as Hell even existed.

It did to Olli; it existed in the way Aleksi looked straight into his eyes while his girlfriend's lips were right by his ear, whispering something Olli never wanted to hear about. Then again, so did Heaven, in the way he was now pressed in between the cold bathroom wall tiles and Aleksi's hot body, mere minutes after Aleksi had whispered the girl something back and stood up, the glance he then shoot at Olli both an invitation and a warning.

In that little heaven of his, Aleksi's lips were salty from his sweat and sweet from the Pepsi he had been drinking, just the perfect combination to make Olli tighten his grip on Aleksi's shirt and pull him even closer.

"I saw you looking at me," he told Aleksi as his hands found their way under Aleksi's shirt. "During the show. When you thought I wouldn't notice."

"You wish." Aleksi's answer came out almost aggressively, emphasised by the fierce tugs on Olli's collar.

In some strange way, Olli adored it.

"You like the way my ass looks like in those trousers, huh?" He stole another kiss and let his tongue linger in between Aleksi's lips to see the fury glow in Aleksi's black-rimmed eyes.

"Fuck you," Aleksi growled. The hard cock grinding against Olli's thigh seemed to agree, although probably in a very different way than in which Aleksi meant for his words to be perceived. Olli's own was throbbing and just as hard inside his pants, and he rolled his hips to meet Aleksi's thrusts for some much-needed friction that lured a quiet moan from Olli's throat straight into Aleksi's mouth. Accompanying him, Aleksi let out small sighs every time Olli pushed his thigh against his bulge, the spiteful fuck you from his lips turning to nothing more but a dark twinkle in the corner of his eye by every lust-filled second that passed.

"Blow me," Olli growled back at him. Not that I'm opposed to letting you fuck me, he added in his mind, but because I just really, really, really need my cock in your mouth right now.

Aleksi kissed him even harder after that, with so much force that for a second Olli thought Aleksi was trying to push him through the wall, to the private lounge where all their parents and spouses were. Olli doubted even that would've been enough for him to stop Aleksi.

With quick fingers Aleksi unbuckled Olli's belt while mouthing and nuzzling his nose against Olli's stomach. Once the belt was off and the trousers unzipped, Aleksi kissed his way down Olli's happy trail to the elastic band of his boxers, wasting no time to pull them down.

Time, after all, was something they never really had, not in this world at least.

Just barely Olli managed to muffle his first moan on his palm when Aleksi took him in his mouth with no warning. His tongue immediately found its usual place on the underside of Olli's cock, and his wet lips wrapped around it tightly as if they were made to hold Olli's hardened length between them.

(Secretly Olli thought they were.)

As the first waves of shock had washed over and turned into familiar pleasure, Olli dared to remove the hand covering his mouth and buried his fingers in Aleksi's hair. He had offered to trim it for Aleksi just the other week, but Aleksi had refused, telling him he was still growing it out. When they were like this, with Aleksi on his knees and Olli's leaking erection in his mouth, Olli couldn't bring himself to argue against it. Perhaps that's exactly why Aleksi was so opposed to the idea; perhaps he liked it when Olli guided his movements on his cock by gripping his hair, or when Olli twirled the overgrown locks around his fingers as they lay in bed in a pitch black hotel room, the darkness and the looming guilt surrounding them.

And so he did now, gripping a handful of blonde hair with his left hand to keep Aleksi's head still as he thrusted in, gently although he knew Aleksi could take much more, while his right hand fondled the soft hair behind Aleksi's ear to let him know he was doing well.

(To let him know Olli loved him, even if it wasn't in his place to do so.)

Aleksi's warm mouth pleasured him tirelessly and skillfully, slowing down at the tip every now and then to kiss the head of Olli's throbbing member before diving down again until Olli could feel the cool metal of Aleksi's septum near the base of his cock, a sensation which drove Olli mad each time. In the meantime, Aleksi's fingernails were digging into Olli's bottocks, deep as if with an intention to cut through the skin.

(To let Olli know he loved him back, or so Olli wanted to believe anyway, even if he shouldn't have.)

Olli knew he wouldn't have to announce his nearing climax. Aleksi could tell when he was about to come anyway; Aleksi wouldn't mind taking his load, the thought of which Olli tried to push away from his mind for as long as he could or else he'd fill Aleksi's mouth in a heartbeat. What Olli didn't know was how Aleksi did it, often anticipating Olli's orgasm way ahead of him, began loosening his grip and instead massaging his bottocks or his balls, sometimes even his belly if they weren't in an awful hurry. It wasn't one of those times now, OIlli was well aware of that, yet he still hoped Aleksi would have slid his palms to his abdomen and stroked him there, teased his happy trail or caressed his hipbone and made Olli melt in his hands until he couldn't hold the moans in anymore.

It wasn't one of those nights now, despite the euphoria of the arena show, not with their loved ones just outside the door, not with how one of Aleksi's nails was sharp enough to make Olli bleed.

Olli didn't notice it until afterwards though, until after Aleksi had grabbed his twitching cock to keep it still as it painted Aleksi's lips and mouth and jaw white and he saw a smudge of red on Aleksi's finger. A moment later, before Olli could say anything, the finger disappeared inside Aleksi's own mouth and came out clean from both cum and blood.

While Olli was too stunned to speak, Aleksi stood up and started undoing his own trousers. His hands were visibly trembling, as if nervous of otherwise troubled – or maybe just frustrated, growing impatient to get his own release. Olli helped him out of his pants and took Aleksi's hot cock inside his fist, letting Aleksi start thrusting into it without exchanging a word, with no commands or pet-talk whatsoever. There was no time nor need for those kind of things anyway.

In a world of their own, Olli would have told Aleksi how well he had done. He would have kissed him deeply to taste himself on Aleksi's tongue; groaned his pleasure into Aleksi's mouth and neck and ear and everywhere; took his time touching Aleksi in the way he knew Aleksi loved to be touched so that he'd get to see the Aleksi no one else in the world ever got to see.

The Aleksi that was vulnerable, behind all that confidence he wore.

Defenceless, with all his walls down.

Tender, soft, trembling in Olli's hands; lost, a little broken with how his eyes sometimes watered when Olli touched him.

Heavenly. Hallowed.

His.

The Aleksi Olli was now holding was a different one, driven by his lust and the addicting thrill of being caught, Olli assumed. Olli loved him just the same.

The short, sharp puffs of air into Olli's ear were the soundtrack of Aleksi spilling into Olli's fist. Patiently Olli waited for Aleksi to collect himself, hoping but not expecting one last kiss before they'd return to their families. At last Aleksi lifted his chin from Olli's shoulder and silently tucked himself back inside his pants before leaving a half-kiss in the corner of Olli's mouth without looking him up in the eyes. In the next moment he left the bathroom, with his hands and Olli's heart in his pockets.

When Olli returned to the lounge, minutes later so as to not raise suspicions, he found Aleksi mouth to mouth on the couch with his girlfriend. Olli wondered if she could taste what Aleksi had tasted just a moment ago.

"And where have you been?" Olli's girlfriend asked from the couch opposite Aleksi and his partner. Her tone was more curious than accusatory from having abandoned her.

"Just... over there."

It wasn't a lie. He could try and use that as an excuse to forgive himself one day.

She recounted something Olli's parents had talked about earlier. He couldn't take his eyes off Aleksi and his girlfriend, even though he would have rather looked everywhere else. It was like a thunderstorm; terrifying and world-shattering at worst, yet the sight haunted him and he couldn't look away.

Olli's eyes still followed them when they excused themselves and headed for the way out, so he saw how Aleksi slid his hand down her back and in the back pocket of her jeans. As his last blow straight to Olli's chest, Aleksi glanced over his shoulder just before they walked through the door. The look on Aleksi's face almost made Olli run after them.

What was unreadable to anyone else in the room was an open book to Olli, the story of the two of them written all over it, complete with the triumph of having stolen five minutes from the universe again to just be together and the tragedy of going back to the hotel holding someone else's hand.

"Love?"

Aleksi blinked at him a few times before turning away again, his hand still in her back pocket.

"Love?"

"Huh?" The familiar voice by his ear brought Olli back to his current reality.

"Should we just leave too? You seem tired."

Olli glanced at his watch. He forgot the time it read the second he spotted the single strand of blond hair that had gotten caught in the bracelet.

He hummed in agreement and they stood up.

He didn't bother removing the hair.

~*~

They caught up with Aleksi and his partner by the hotel elevators. Aleksi's hands were in his pockets again (Olli hated himself for having noticed it).

"The slowest thing in the world," Aleksi's girlfriend rolled her eyes, and the two women went on to giggle about nothing in particular. Olli's eyes were firmly on Aleksi, Aleksi's on the elevator light.

In the small space of the elevator, Aleksi could no longer avoid Olli's gaze. The look in his eyes was fatigued, regretful for whatever reason (Olli could easily name a dozen), blue but not just in the colour of his irises. It was then Olli had to look away himself, afraid that the weight on his chest might prevent the elevator from lifting the four of them to the 20th floor.

They had rooms next to each other; that was the least they both deserved for their sins. While Olli waited for her girlfriend to find the key card in her handbag, he watched as Aleksi guided his partner inside their room with a gentle hand at the small of her back, like the gentleman he was. That time Olli genuinely believed Aleksi didn't do it torment him; he was just naturally like that.

(Olli wouldn't torment himself more than that, however; he didn't want to know if Aleksi also covered her chest with kisses after sex, or if they ever had entire conversations with their eyes in the morning after. No matter how delusional he was being, Olli wanted to comfort himself with the thought that those were something Aleksi only did when they were together.)

It seemed she had been more tired than Olli after all, since not ten minutes after Olli had fingered her until her orgasm had made her whine out loud – loud enough for the next room to hear, Olli hoped – she was already breathing steadily beside him. For Olli, sleep was still a distant desire, as were most of his desires lately.

Or just one of them, to be more truthful. He had exactly one desire, and it was sleeping in the next room.

He checked the time on his iPhone and turned off the vibration. Not that he expected anything, of course.

After three o'clock, when Olli could finally hear Joonas' and Joel's voices move past their room and disappear down the hall, the screen of his iPhone lighted up.

'Are you awake?' the message read.

Olli responded with a single word.

'Is she still awake too?'

Another single-word answer.

'Meet me outside'

Aleksi was already waiting for him two floors above, in a secluded corner behind a large indoor plant. He was wearing grey pyjama pants and a leather jacket, his bare chest peeking from under it, as if he had been in a haste to leave with no time to look for a shirt.

Aleksi's skin was still warm from the heat it had collected under the duvet, or so Olli pictured in his mind. He left it at that, though; he wasn't in the mood to bully himself by picturing what else Aleksi might have done under the duvet.

The overgrown monstera plant offered only seeming privacy for their affair as they ground their bulges against each other until they reached their orgasms, almost knocking the plant over with their struggle to stay on their feet against the wall. Then, as suddenly as they had messed their pants, with the quietness of the hotel corridor around them, a sense of calmness surrounded them for the first time that day. Olli knew it wouldn't last for long, so he treasured the moment the best he could, resting his cheek on Aleksi's chest. Aleksi wrapped his arms around him, and Olli felt as he always did when Aleksi did so: calm and secure.

In those fleeting moments, Olli believed there was a way out for them from the mess they had created.

[bobawitch]

Neon Orange | C.S.

summary: reader dyes her hair orange for the versus tour and to support her boyfriend chris

cw: just fluff <3

wc: 906

a/n: this is shorter than a lot of my fics and idk how much i like it but i wanted to write smthing for chris since he won 🧡🧡🧡 matt fic coming soon 😇

You had been dating Chris for almost a year, and it had been the best year of your life. The two of you started as just friends but eventually began hanging out more and more often and eventually on a late night you two kissed. It was history after that kiss, feelings came out and you both began dating. Though you and Chris had to work up to it with his commitment issues. Now you were sitting on his bed waiting for him to get out of the shower so you could use the bathroom for dyeing your hair. You decided to go orange to support him in the verses tour and to welcome in the fall. Chris soon walked out in some sweats and smiled at you, walking over and climbing onto the bed, resting his head on your stomach. You chuckled after making a big huff from the weight now on you. “Hey baby, you have a good shower?” He hummed before pulling your hoodie up a little and kissing your stomach. “Yeah, it was really nice.” You giggled, playing with strands of wet hair. “That's good. Hey baby I’m gonna dye my hair so I need you to get up.” Chris groaned and held your torso tighter, you huffed again before picking up his face. “Baby I’m serious. We can cuddle once I’m done with my hair.” Chris mumbled something before leaning up and kissing you. Once you were off the bed you grabbed your sally beauty bag. Chris slowly got up from the bed to follow you into the bathroom as you switched your hoodie for a dirty shirt. You began to set up your hair dyeing station, glancing at Chris sitting on the floor. You smiled down at your now sleepy boyfriend who has now scooted over to you to lean on your leg. You put the dye in the bowl and grab the brush. You slowly began to coat your hair with the hair dye, making sure there’s a lot of product on each section. Chris looked up at you and smiled. “Are you doing orange?” You nodded, smiling a little. You had realized that you didn’t tell him your plan. “That’s cute, though you’ll be a ginger.” Chris teased and your eyes instinctively rolled. 

After around 30 minutes you finished coating your hair in the dye. Chris eventually got bored and went to grab you both snacks while you cleaned up your mess. When Chris got back he giggled at your appearance. “You look like a neon orange egg.” Your jaw dropped and you scoffed. “Looks like you’re in love with an orange egg then.” You teased, shrugging your shoulders as you moved out of the bathroom. Chris sat on the bed with a bag of chips and his signature pepsi. You moved towards him, causing him to bite his tongue. You could tell he was trying his best not to laugh in your face. You sighed and shook your head. “You can laugh, dork.” Chris smiled widely before bursting into laughter, setting his pepsi down so as not to spill. You shoved at his chest before smirking. You reached your hand into your wet hair and pulled back, looking at the neon orange dye that was on your fingers. You leaned towards Chris and wiped his nose with it. Chris’s laughter immediately stopped and he stared at you. He blinked a few times before sitting up fully. “You did not.” You smirked. “Oh but I did.” He stood up and walked to the bathroom staring in the mirror at his orange nose. “Bruh if this doesn’t come off you’re so dead.” You rolled your eyes with a small laugh before you walked into the bathroom with him. You grabbed one of the little wipes you had been using to clean up and wiped the orange off his nose. It was barely noticeable that the dye had been there in the first place. You threw away the wipe before looking at Chris. Chris had moved closer to you and was now pressing you to the counter. He smiled at you, both hands on either side of your hips. “You’re evil.” He gently whispered, his face inching ever closer to you. You rolled your eyes, setting your clean hands on his chest. “And you love it.” He smirked, tilting his head in a nod. “True.” He stated before planting a kiss on your lips.

~~~~

You had gone along on the tour, trying not to show yourself too often since his fans could get a little crazy. Though multiple fans in their various colors came up to you and asked for pictures or complimented your neon hair. But tonight was the last night of the tour, it was between Chris and Matt, Jenga holding suspense over the crowd. With Nate and Matt sizing the block tower up Nate made his move, taking the block out and stepping back. As he stepped back the blocks came crashing down and the crowd went ballistic. Chris had won and you got to watch from the sidelines. After the show you all piled into the bus, Chris following right after you and pulling you to his chest in a hug. “Congrats on winning babe.” Chris smiled, planting a kiss to your lips. “I couldn’t let my girl down when she dyed her hair for me.” You giggled and pulled him back into a deep kiss.

[sunbaby01]

Firecracker

JJ Maybank x reader

Inspired by the prompt ‘you have no idea how much I want you right now’

So much for JJ’s ‘deny, deny, deny’ way of thinking, all she’d had to do was bat her eyelashes and kiss that one spot on his neck a few times to make him blab all about what Pope had done to Rafe’s boat. Trying to be reasonable, she’d told him revenge and violence weren’t the answer…until she saw Popes face as they went to watch the OBX movie series. She’d felt the anger fill her body and winced at the unfamiliar feeling.

“Just saw Rafe, and he said, and I quote ‘tell your boy we know what he did’” Kiara dropped into her seat staring down the two boys and Noa, all of them avoiding her gaze, the former two jumping into their own scattered conversation.

“Noa…” Kiara tried.

“Guys maybe we should just tell her-“ Noa tried to involve herself.

“You told her?” Pope rolled his eyes, “so much for deny, deny, deny. You’re soft as fuck for her” he glanced at Noa who adorned a guilty smile and back at JJ who shrugged as if to say ‘so what’

“What if Rafe talking about?” Kaira gritted her teeth, tired of being left in the dark.

“Kie…it might go down tonight” JJ started.

“J!” Noa facepalmed.

“Might go down tonight? What did y’all do?” Kie pinched the bridge of her nose mumbling “fucking idiots” when she got no response.

Noa often trusted her gut, after all it brought her to the friends she now called family and brought her JJ, the love of her life. Which is why when she started to feel off she spoke up.

“J I don’t feel too good, I feel like somethings gonna happen” she whispered in his ear, him basking in the way her breath tickled his neck.

“M’sure it’s nothing baby, it’s probably all the sugar” he nodded to the empty sweet packets lay at her feet and turned his head to press a kiss against her temple. It’s probably the sugar, she tried to tell herself he was right and focus on the movie.

“JJ” Pope whispered over the gunshots in the movie, JJ just nodded his head in response eyes on the screen.

“Gotta take a piss” Pope wanted to groan at how stupid he sounded wanting his friend to come with him.

“Hold it” JJ absentmindedly responded.

“I can’t hold it…I drank too much soda” any other time Pope would’ve laughed at the situation but when Kiara came back with those Pepsis and he drank one after the other, going to the bathroom was not on his mind.

“Just go with him, J” Noa said the other side of him, turning round smiling apologetically at those who could hear their talking whilst looking for Rafe and his goons, “they’re blocking the bathroom just go behind the tree there”

JJ and Pope looked at one another before nodding weakly. “Where y’all going?” Kie asked confused when both boys stood, “bathroom…gotta ring it out” JJ replied as if it was obvious.

“Are they gonna hold it for each other?” Kie looked at Noa with a sarcastic glint in her eye causing the girl to let out a quiet laugh both at the words spoken and the way the boys ducked down to try avoid getting in people’s way.

Sitting there without JJ by her side the feeling got worse, especially when they were taking too long for her liking to come back.

“Hey,” she leant over their chairs to talk to Kie, “I’ve got cramp…just gonna stretch my legs” she stood and did the awkward crouch too heading in the direction of the tree before Kiara even got to respond.

Although she felt a little weird when she realised they were indeed still pissing, she bit back a laugh hearing Popes groan of pleasure “this feels better than a blowjob”

JJ snorted, “like you know how that feels”

“Okay, this feel better than what I imagine a blowjob to feel like.“ Pope paused for a moment, “does it?”

JJ let out a quiet whistle, “nah man, nothing compares to that feeling. Well almost nothing…Noa does this thing with her tongue-“ he lowered his voice and she heard both boys jump when she made her presence known after hearing their flies zip

“What thing, honey” she spoke, giggling at the speed both of them turned around and the way JJ’s cheeks gained a pink tinge at being caught.

“Nothing” he smiled innocently watching his girl look back around the tree to check on Kie whispering a quick “tell you later” to Pope who nodded eagerly.

“Uh…guys” Noa cleared her throat as Rafe headed towards them.

“What’s up Pogues…pretty girl” he acknowledged them all watching in amusement as the shorter girl took two steps back as to not crane her neck.

“What’s up Rafe” she took control. ‘Always the pacifist’ Pope and JJ thought unaware to the rage that was filling her body once again.

JJ pulled her back as the three of them headed behind the movie screen.

“I just wanna talk” Rafe claimed.

“Bullshit” Noa huffed almost to herself, falsely clearing her throat when Rafe looked at her unamused.

“That was some nice work you did on my boat” Topper walked forward slightly.

“I don’t know what you mean” deny, deny, deny

“Not so burly without a gun, now are you” Rafe baited JJ over Noa’s shoudler, JJ pushing her behind him “take one more step I’ll blow your prepubescent face off” he squared up.

Too focused on trying to calm JJ down she didn’t even notice Pope had bit the bait until he head butted Topper square in his face instantly regretting it holding his own nose. JJ let out a “that’s my boy” and slipped out of Noa’s grasp punching Kelce in the face over and over until Rafe jumped on him too. She stood there pleading for them to stop ignoring her own rage building again until Kelce held JJ while Rafe delivered punch after punch to his body.

This was the moment that Noa realised, sometimes violence is the answer.

Giving into the rage she stepped forward feeling adrenaline pump through her veins, she grabbed Rafe’s shoulder with all her strength turning him around and punched him straight in his nose relishing in the cracking noise it made as she did. Everyone paused for just a second mouths gaping open as the girl breathed before Kiara jumped on Toppers back and JJ began fighting back harder. Rafe stood up angrier than before pulling Kie off Topper’s back with a warning to stay out of it before heading straight to Noa and shoving her off from where she was trying to hurt Kelce, enough to get him off JJ and shoving her down “stupid bitch” he spat, nose dripping with blood.

“Don’t you fucking touch her” JJ struggled watching Rafe stand over the girl he loved. Noa saw her opportunity and she took it kicking her leg up and hitting Rafe between his legs making him hunch over just as fire lit up the movie screen causing all of them to separate at the attention that would soon be on them if they didn’t move quick.

“Let’s get out of here” Rafe wiped his bloody nose still not stood fully straight, Kelce released a gasping JJ whilst Pope also tried to catch his breath, “I’d watch your back” he pointed his stare at Noa hating the way the fierce look in her eyes didn’t disappear at his threat.

“Look at you and then look at me. I think you should be the one watching yours” she bit back smirking when Topper and Kelce had to pull him away leaving the four Pogues alone each helping the other stand up.

JJ headed straight to Noa whilst Kie and Pope looked each other over. He quickly checked Noa for injuries he may have missed feeling satisfied when the only blood on her was her split knuckles.

“So much for violence isn’t the answer, my little peacemakers a firecracker” he managed to grin through his split lip with wicked glint in his eye.

“Okay maybe I was wrong…sometimes it’s the answer. What? Don’t look at me like that, I wasn’t gonna stand there and watch them do that to you” she felt the adrenaline wear off as the pain in her hand kicked in.

“I’m not looking at you like anything” he reached up and brushed his thumb on her jaw and slightly onto her neck.

“JJ” she gave him the look.

“Okay okay…I know now’s probably not the right time but you have no idea how much I want you right now” he looked straight in the eye fighting another painful grin.

“Seriously J?!” She breathed a laugh.

“What? You expect to see my sweet girl breaking Rafe Cameron’s nose for me and to not get turned on? C’mon firecracker you hold my hand sometimes and that’s enough”

“JJ…” she groaned and put her forehead on his chest quickly moving it when he let out a wince.

“C’mon Romeo, let’s get you fixed up” she reached and pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips avoiding the cut toes tingling when his grip on her tightened slightly.

“Oooo playing nurse…kinky”

[ellie-24]

That's alright Pt 2

Thank you @missmaywemeetagain for the prompt:

"Do it again. Please."

This is also for the people who asked for a part two.❤️ @richardslady121 @faithiegirl01

Part 1

Warnings: teeny, tiny bit of smut in the end.

Word count: ~ 2.7k

As always, I'm exited to see what the others came up with! 🫶🏻

@thatbanditqueen @whositmcwhatsit @be-my-ally @vintageshanny @from-memphis-with-love

She had imagined the whole evening very differently. But sometimes life is unpredictable. She asked herself why fate apparently decided to intervene on this very special occasion while she sat in the audience at the Hayride like she had done with her parents so many times before. But now it was something different. Something entirely different. Tonight it was her first date with a boy. A boy she'd shyly glanced at when they met in the hallway at school and awkwardly talked to when they were assigned partners in class. He's always so sweet to her, making her laugh and letting her copy from his test when they wrote one. All these things were great - he was great.

If only he hadn't made the comment about her hair being out of place when they met up before the show. If only he could talk about something other than baseball now. If only his brown eyes could pierce like the steel blue ones she's been thinking about for the last few hours. She felt horrible about herself while politely making conversation with her date, nodding and smiling at the right times. Often she found herself not being able to pay attention to what he said, her mind drifting towards those soft marshmallow lips and how they felt against hers. The only thing really keeping her from getting up was the hope that she would see him again. She remembered his voice from the radio, he was undoubtedly the one singing "That's alright, mama". The song played over and over again and everyone talked about it. Even her date informed her about this high profile newcomer who would perform here tonight, almost making her choke on her pepsi.

When he got onstage, his name was Elvis Presley she now remembered, she barely managed to surpress a squeal that was threatening to escape her. Instead she grinned like an idiot, hoping her date wouldn't notice her over the top exitement. She could tell that he was visibly nervous, his foot tapping up and down, his voice trembling when he introduced himself. The whole audience could feel it while he performed "That's alright, mama". He was so jittery, he shook his hips, tapped his feet and snapped his fingers in all at the same time in a way you'd never seen before. It looked a bit awkward and stiff at times. He even stumbled over the lyrics more than once. She looked around, seeing confused, irritated faces and bit her lip. When he left the stage again she felt the applause was more a polite gesture than actual exitement. She turned over to her date and excused herself, needing to 'powder her nose'.

She left through the main entrance and rounded the auditorium again towards the back entrance. Where she shared the wonderful kiss with the pretty and awfully nervous singer. Something invisible was pulling her there. Something she didn't quite understand herself. Maybe she hoped he would be there again and she quickly realised how pathetic she really was. Of course he wouldn't be there. What was even worse she allowed herself to go run after a boy. No girl, no lady would do such a thing an inner voice, which sounded suspiciously like her mother, scolded her. He, of course, didn't wait at the stairs like she hoped, but the door was open. She quickly snuck it without thinking and wandered around until she heard a voice where she was sure it was his.

"I know, Mister Phillips." She heard him mutter as she got closer to the dressing room in which he was standing in with another man.

"Elvis, I really mean it. You can do this, I know that you can. Don't let this set you back. You have another chance tonight, alright?"

"...I don't know what happened."

"It's them nerves. You thought about all these people in the audience and not about the music."

"You gotta be yourself, the people go crazy for it. Your dancing is unusual, but it's gold, so loosen up some more. What's the worst that could happen?"

"They'll hate me."

"Your performance a few minutes ago wasn't the best. I'm gonna be honest with you... So, it can only get better from now on. Either way. You got this Elvis." He patted his shoulder.

"...Alright, Mr. Phillips." he mumbled.

With that this Mr. Phillips turned and walked right past her and she looked back at Elvis  who spotted her in that exact moment, his eyes widening.

He hastily walked towards her and grabbed her hand. "Sweetie? What are you doing here?"

She looked up to him with a surprised expression. That was a good question indeed. "Oh.. um... I'm sure I lost one of my hair pins and I... went looking for it by the stairs." she quickly lied and bravely held his imploring gaze.

"And then you just stumbled inside?" he asked with a smirk.

"...Well, maybe a certain someone stole it." she retorted with a pointed look in his direction.

He defensively raised his hands. "I didn't take nothing, sweetie. Even though I may like it when your hair looks all rude and improper-" he laughed at that. "I'm no thief."

"Well, I must have lost it somewhere else then." she shrugged.

"Why'd you fix it again?"

"Pardon?"

"Your hair, I mean." he boldly reached out and pulled at one of the curls, making it fall out of place again. "I told you to leave it like that. It looks pretty like this." She lightly slapped away his hand and he gave her a pout. Her gaze drifted towards those lush lips again and she awkwardly cleared her throat after looking back into his piercing eyes. He'd seen her eyes wander and bit his lip.

"What's your name, sweetie?" he asked with a smile.

"Why do you have to know?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips. So much for remaining strangers.

"Well, I can just continue calling you sweetie, or honey, or doll, or-"

"Alright, I think I get it." She laughed and took a breath, her face becoming serious again in an instant. "Hello, I'm Lorraine, it's nice to meet you, Mister...?" She feigned confusion and held out her hand for him to shake with an overly formal tone in her voice.

"Good evening dearest Lorraine, the pleasure is all mine. You can call me Elvis." he quipped with an equally formal tone and a playful glint in his eye. He snatched her hand to gently kiss the back of it and she quickly pulled it back again, the butterflies in her stomach threatening to return. He grabbed her hand again nontheless after closing the door to the dressing room and guided her towards the couch, where they both sat down. His arm came to rest over her shoulder without a care in the world and she wondered if he'd forgotten that she was here with another boy. She'd certainly like to forget.

"You have another show tonight?" she asked, facing him.

"Were you eavesdropping, sweetie?" he smiled and his lip curled again. Why did he have to be so charming?

"...I was just searching for my hair pin and you two talked so loud, of course I heard something."

"Of course." he chuckled. "But yeah, there's another show in an hour and I'll be there with my band. Hopefully I'll get it right this time."

"I thought you were good." she offered.

"Nah, that... uh really wasn't my best performance. I can do better. But tonight I couldn't really get into it, you know what I mean, Rainy?"

She pursed her lips at the nickname. "Um, I don't know. I've never really performed in front of others before. What happened?"

"...Well, I guess my mind was just somewhere else." he smirked at her and pulled her closer to him. Lorraine raised her eyebrows in disbelief, her cheeks feeling warm again.

"Are you always that forward?"

"Only with you, Rainy." he breathed and nuzzled his nose against her cheek. He smelled faintly like cologne and pepsi she noted absentmindedly, before shaking her head, annoyed with herself. She gave him a doubtful look. The way he said it and yes, even the honesty in his eyes, seemed very rehearsed, even for a naive thing like her. Lorraine really didn't want it to be true, but she couldn't help but feel like one of many, many girls. It would be so easy to just believe him. The way his mouth lightly brushed across her cheek, close to her own lips was very convincing and she tried to ignore the longing she felt.

"...Only with me huh? And what makes me so special?" she asked instead.

"Oh, sweetie, I could list a thousand things."

"Go on then." she challenged, smiling sweetly at him.

"Ya got the prettiest eyes I've ever seen on a girl. And the sweetest lips I've ever tasted." he started with his most charming smile and his eyes twinkling as he played with her loose curls.

Lorraine nodded. "Now you've listed two things. Got more?"

"Rainy, I'd actually like to quit the talking now." he mumbled, biting his lip and leaning in closer again.

No, she wouldn't give in that easily. She pushed against his chest, making him pout again. "Mister, did you forget I'm here with another boy?"

"I don't see him."

"Well, he's still waiting for me."

"And yet you are here." he sniggered confidently.

She got up from the couch with a huff. "Alright, then I'll just go back-" she yelped when she felt his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her down again. Right onto his lap. Lorraine had never felt that offended and exited ever before. Especially not at the same time. Elvis was so different from the boy she was here with, who didn't even offer to hold hands and bored her to no end. With Elvis there wasn't a calm second, exitement prickling under her skin in every single moment. Adrenaline rushed through her veins when he possessively tightened his grip on her waist.

"No, Rainy, you stay right here with me."

"Why should I?"

"Because I'm a lot more fun. And you know it."

"You're too sure of yourself."

"Have you kissed him yet?" he asked suddenly.

"You're also quite nosey, you know that?"

"I-I'm just asking, Rainy. And I want ya to t-tell me." he insisted, looking at her like a frustrated little boy.

Lorraine raised her chin. "A true lady doesn't kiss and tell." she countered with a smile and shrugged.

He huffed. "...I-I don't want ya to kiss another boy, sweetie."

"And why is that?"

"...Because they won't appreciate you as much as I do." he whispered with a tender look.

'Rehearsed, rehearsed, rehearsed' was the only thing going through her mind. Still, her body betrayed her and reacted with a weird tingling sensation in her lower belly. It was a rather nice feeling.

"Come here, Rainey." he said, lifting her up and shifting her so that she sat with her legs spread and resting on either side of him. Her heart was beating wildly in her ribcage, this new position allowing her to be impossibly close to him. Lorraine ran her hands over his chest, feeling the soft fabric under her fingers while his eyes wandered over her form, looking her up and down.

Then, without warning, he suddenly leaned up and captured her lips again, like earlier that day. She let out a squeal when his hot tongue immediately slipped into her mouth again and she tried to keep up with his tempo, remembering to close her eyes. And breathe, occasionally. She didn't want to end up almost choking again like when he first kissed her. Lorraine wasn't sure how, but this time it felt almost even better. Maybe it was because she knew what she was supposed to do now, maybe it was the more urgent, little noises he made.

Or maybe it was the thing he did next. The thing where he thrusted his hips up against hers, causing the tingling in her lower body to grow so strong that she couldn't help but cry out at the feeling. It was so intense and probably even more addicting than the kissing. She needed to feel it again, craving something she didn't quite understood herself. Her best friend, who's had a few dates with boys already told her about some things, but really feeling it was something entirely different.

"Oh god. Do it again. Please." she uttered, her voice trembling.

"Anything for ya." he answered, pushing up his hips again, this time with a little more force than before. Lorraine felt like she was falling and floating at the same time, desperately needing something to hold onto. She wrapped her arms around his neck, supressing the urge to run her fingers through his perfectly styled pompadour and tried to meet his now steady thrusts to get more friction. She felt something, him, growing under her and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Don't worry sweetie, we're both just a bit exited, that's okay. You don't have to be scared."

"But... isn't it wrong?"

"We're just having a bit of fun. Innocent fun, Rainy. And we don't have to do anything you don't want." he said, gently brushing over her cheek.

She knew it wasn't innocent. He also knew it. But she nodded nontheless, beginning to move her hips against his again, desperate for that funny feeling down there. She leaned down and laid her head on his strong shoulder, her breasts pressing up against his chest, making him groan. He placed his hands on her hips in response, slowly guiding her up and down on him. The tingling sensation began to spread through her entire body, it felt it was building towards... something.

All of the sudden Lorraine felt hyper sensitive, every little sound, every touch felt ten times more intense than before. Elvis began to sped up his thrusts, the rhythm becoming more irregular and she tried her best to match him. It was when he loudly moaned against her ear and his face scrunching up beautifully that the pulsing and throbbing in her lower belly and lady parts threw her over the edge. She sat up straight again, her back arching against her will, her head thrown back.

"Shit, sweetie, you're so perfect." he groaned and leaned his head against her chest. She moaned in response, her body twitching and her muscles spasming. Eventually the feeling subsided and she felt tired and exhausted. They held each other for a few more minutes, their heavy breathing the only thing filling the silence in the dressing room.

"That was really fun." she admitted and smiled down at him.

"Told ya so. You're a quick learner, Rainy." he smiled and patted her bottom, making her giggle. He pressed one long, sweet kiss against her cheek, before softly running his lips over hers again. She smiled into it, this one was all about being slow and gentle with each other. "Still taste so sweet." he hummed against your mouth. "I know you haven't kissed that stupid fella." She pulled away and smiled bashfully, deciding not to answer. He chuckled and ran his fingers over her bare arms.

Lorraine looked down and saw a wet patch over his crotch and figured it made sense in a weird way, her own knickers feeling damp from the sudden slick that had now gathered between her legs. He watched her intently and shook his head with a smile. "I definitely loosened up some." he remarked with a satisfied grunt, remembering his conversation with Mr. Philipps. "...Wanna stay for my next show? I-I really think I need you there, Rainy."

"Can I?" she asked hesitantly, her actual date now completely forgotten.

He nodded exitedly. "First row. I want to see you. I need to remember how to move my hips when I'm up there."

Lorraine laughed and slapped his chest. "But first, we gotta quickly wash your pants."

[lewisibarra1512]

Why 2024 has been the best year in my honest opinion

• Prince of Persia: The Lost Crown and Penny's Big Breakaway became monumental hits on Switch (the latter getting a physical treatment thanks to Limited Run) • A controversial figure named twomad died on the day before Valentine's • Ranno and Clairen got together again for Rivals of Aether II • David Zaslav from Warner Bros. Discovery made a huge tax write-off by shelving and deleting Coyote VS Acme for good • Slayer got reunited for live concerts after a five year hiatus • Toys for Bob went independent • An anthropomorphic potato named Archimedes Tracy-Yancy died at the immediate start of March, leading Glutko to abruptly end his campaign of being playable in a downgraded platform fighter • I livestreamed the NEW Woody Woodpecker Show and the Twisted Tales of Felix the Cat on Peacock • Did Chapagetti for the first time (best served with Monty's egg and Spam) • Out in the middle of nowhere, GAINAX went totally bankrupt after almost four decades of business • Made my extremely early Birthday / Christmas shopping successful for once • Universal Pictures reviving Woody Woodpecker back to the way he is • Illumination made fun of ay-eye and the majority of Marvel and DC films in their Megaverse spoof video (Huge respect for them!) • A sicko named Kyle got busted for being part of the Weinstein effect as of both 20 June and 13 July (Even if I've never seen Mighty MagiSwords on the telly) • Played Donkey Kong 64 on my newly downloaded Delta emulator via iPad for the first time ever • Capcom, Marvel and SNK revived their interest in both Marvel VS Capcom Fighting Collection Arcade Classics and SVC CHAOS, now playable on Nintendo Switch, PS4 PRO, Steam and GOG • Quiet on Set destroyed Dan Schneider's relevance and reputation thanks to Investigation Discovery • Microsoft Studios immediately got exposed before they accepted their true fate • Davide Soliani left Ubisoft, because thank goodness he didn't have to make a new e****c banana game since he noticed what Adi just blabbed out in the middle of my livestream • Kai Bear's Popcorn is open for business, and I love it! • Went to Two Hands and did Potato Corn Dog with 100% mozzarella filling and it was the best thing imaginable • Barbie won nothing while Oppenheimer made Universal even more profitable at the movies over Warner Bros., all thanks to the Oscars • Black Myth Wukong quickly became a hit seller via the Steam store with no BS excuses or nonsensical stuff in sight • Pizza Tower surprise dropping on Switch motivated me to revive my Fangamer account • Celebrated 20 years of Mtn. Dew's Baja Blast... by drinking it while doing it • Nikocado Avocado... lost weight? No experience with him, but okay. • Atari bought the Intellivision brand, with Astrosmash now relaunched on Atari 50 as an Atari 2600 port • Linkin Park is back with a new singer Emliy Armstrong and it's actually... good? • Argonaut Games (formerly Argonaut Software) is revived with a little help from Croc: Legend of the Gobbos • Aaron Greenberg from Microsoft Studios said "nobody cares about Banjo-Kazooie", which in turn made Croc more playable than it is • I transformed an Oogie Boogie plush from my local Spirit Halloween into a Santa-fied hugger • Donkey Kong Country came to Nintendo World as my extremely early birthday present in time for the 10th anniversary of the Game Awards • Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer made a return to NBC after 50 years making daywalkers even more irrelevant than ever • Jackal Salami got busted by South Koreans and went to jail • Procreate and Pepsi said no to generative ay-eye in an awesome way • LL Cool J returned to Def Jam with the FORCE, this time with Virgin Records • Arzette: The Jewel of Faramore was released on all platforms with stellar gameplay and a fun homage to CD-i animation (and YouTube Poops) • Both Ufouria the Saga 2 (Hebereke 2) and Gimmick 2 are huge examples of Sunsoft's highly anticipated revival under the new name Sun Corp. • Astro Bot became PS5 Pro's best seller, with over 1.5 million copies sold worldwide • Both Astro Bot and Black Myth Wukong won the Game Awards

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

My best friend’s brother (PART 1) | Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: You go on a boat trip with the Camerons...and get a little more than what you came for

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Word count: 1.1k

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''I'm telling you, I'm never going on a second date with him. He's the most boring person ever.''

''He's on the football team, how can he be boring?''

''Playing sports isn't a personality trait.''

Sarah agreed and then took a sip of her iced tea.

''I almost went to the bathroom to ask you to call me in emergency.''

''It was that bad?''

You nodded.

Tristan was candy for the eyes, but Elle Woods' chihuahua had more personality than him. You hadn't even kissed him when he drove you home, which you had been dying to do when he asked you out.

''I'm sorry... There's a party at the boneyard on Friday. I could try to find you a hot date?''

''No thanks. I'm done with dates,'' you declared, having enough of boys. Sarah lowered her sunglasses to give you a look, not believing a single word you just said. ''For this weekend, at least.''

You and Sarah laughed. As if you'd give up on boys.

Your conversation was interrupted when Sarah's door opened. She looked up, annoyance covering her face when she saw her brother in the doorway.

''What do you want?'' she asked.

''Dad and Rose are packing the yacht for tomorrow. He said to not go to bed too late. We're leaving at five.'' He had a towel over his shoulder, looking like he was about to go for a shower.

''Okay,'' Sarah said, getting the message. ''Now, leave.''

The two siblings weren't very close. To Sarah, Rafe was and will always be her self-obsessed, annoying older brother - and a disgusting womanizer.

Once Rafe left, Sarah fell back on her collection of cushions. ''Ugh, I hate waking this early.''

''I thought you liked boat trips?''

''Yeah, but Dad always makes us leave super early. It's cold and there's nothing to see at 5am. The sun isn't even up!''

''At least you get to go on boat trips. My dad sold our boat to get a cabin in the mountains.''

You grimaced at the memories of last winter break. God, you hated snow! It's cold and wet and makes your nose red. You'd rather go on a boat than skiing.

''Want to come with us?''

.

Fooling around with Sarah's brother was not what you came for when you joined the Camerons on that boat trip, but Rafe was there, looking smoking hot under the sun and you couldn't tear your eyes away.

Sarah was telling you about this new documentary about sea life she had watched. It was one of those who called out factories for trashing the ocean. In another situation, you would've been interested, but your eyes were watching the elder of the Camerons getting ready to scuba dive with Ward.

You had never admitted it to your best friend, but her brother had grown up into a fine piece of man. You'd be lying if you said you had never dreamed of running your hands over his chest and abs.

Before your staring became creepy, you turned your attention back to Sarah who hadn't noticed you being distracted.

''Did you know that Coca-Cola is the top-producer of ocean plastic? Using three million tons of plastic packaging annually. That's crazy! Along with Pepsi, they are the leaders in ocean-polluting plastics.''

Forty-five minutes later, Ward and Rafe returned from their activity.

They got back onto the boat, water dripping from their bodies and making a puddle. Ward called for Rose to fetch them towels as they removed their gear.

You watched as Rafe ripped off his mask and unclipped his scuba jacket. He was now shirtless, giving you a perfect view of his defined torso and muscular arms. Some droplets of water rolled down his body, making a path from his chest, down his abdomen, and getting lost under his swim shorts. His hair was wet, with a middle part framing his face perfectly.

You fought the urge to bite your lip. Could he look hotter?

Rose came in with the towels, handing one to Ward and leaving the other for Rafe.

''I'll take it,'' Ward said, taking the scuba tanks and heading inside the cabin.

Rafe nodded and grabbed the towel, using it for his face and roughly drying himself so Rose wouldn't yell at him for trailing water all over the saloon. When he finished, he caught you staring and winked at you.

.

Everyone on the yacht was asleep, except for you.

When you agreed to come on this trip, you were so excited to go that you forgot that you'd have to share a bed with Sarah. Now, Sarah was your best friend and you loved her to death, but her snoring was a terrible issue. How could a small person snore this loud?

So, you found yourself in the saloon, trying to get some sleep on the leather couch. The cushion was stiff and stuck to your skin, but at least you couldn't hear Sarah's snores.

The sound of someone coming up the stairs made you look up. You prayed it wasn't Mr. Cameron, not wishing to have an awkward run in while you were in silk shorts and a cami. Perhaps you should've brought more family appropriate sleepwear.

''Y/N?'' Rafe’s voice echoed through the saloon. ''What are you doing? It's 1am,'' He was trying to be quiet, but his voice was betraying him.

''Sarah is snoring and I can't sleep.''

Rafe chuckled in understandment, going for the fridge. He took a bottle of gatorade and took a long sip. As he drank, the bottom of his shirt rode up, showing a sliver of his stomach. If you glanced lower, he was wearing sweatpants and visibly had nothing else under. Jesus Christ. This image was going to haunt you for the rest of the night...and the nexts.

You sat up, shifting your eyes. Getting caught staring would be another level of embarrassment. ''What are you doing awake? Can you hear Sarah's snores from your room?''

''Fortunately, no. I was just thirsty.'' He set the bottle down on the countertop. ''Come with? My bed is a lot more comfortable than that stiff couch and I don't snore. Promise.''

If this were a dream, you would've taken him up on his offer without hesitation, but this was real life and there were too many 'what if's popping up in your head.

What if you had a too vivid dream and shifted into a compromising position during the night?

What if you did something stupid and mix up fiction and reality?

What if someone caught you getting in or out?

What if Sarah realizes you aren't in bed and goes looking for you? How would you explain your disappearance?

''I’m good here.''

''Bullshit.'' Rafe raised an eyebrow, rounding the counter. ''Is sleeping in my bed an issue for you? Because you didn't seem too displeased when you were ogling me this afternoon.''

You knew he had caught you staring, but you refused to admit out loud that you were.

''You should get your eyesight checked, Cameron.''

''I was looking at you too. How can I not when you're laying on the deck in your bikini, laughing at whatever stupid thing my sister said.''

Your cheeks flushed as Rafe's words.

''Good night, Y/N.''

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Lay All Your Love on Me (Chapter 6)

Pairing: Soft!Dark!Lee Bodecker x Female Reader

Summary: After moving to Knockemstiff, Ohio with your troubled parents, you find solace in the local Seven-Eleven. There, you bump into the Alpha sheriff, Lee Bodecker.

And then you keep bumping into him. There’s just something about that chubby Alpha that keeps drawing you in. Now there’s something going on with the new preacher of the church that you attend. Everything’s a mess.

But you’re an unbonded Omega. Life can turn to shit anyway.

Chapter Warnings: ABO dynamics, age gap (Reader is nineteen while Lee is in his late twenties/early thirties), religious themes, scenting, explicit language. This chapter has loss of virginity, the Pepsi cup scene, car sex, and possessive behavior. Some gun training for Lee.

Word Count: 7,385 words

Author's Note: I literally spent like 10 minutes having a complete and utter frigging meltdown to try and get the "read more" line under here, but I couldn't do it so... sucks to be me, I guess. This is literally going to haunt me for the rest of the day so... yeah. Have fun reading guys.

Additional Notes: So... while having my meltdown, I didn't realize I didn't add a fucking title so that shit's also on me. Call it rushing, lol.

A couple of nights later, back in Knockemstiff with Lee and you…

Footsteps. The front door opening and closing.

That was what slowly woke you up from your nap from where you had been sleeping in Lee’s room. The older Alpha said you could sleep in any room- he had two guest bedrooms after all. He didn’t mind where you were deciding to sleep. But your Omega, oh your Omega. She had whispered to you after Lee told you that he’d be going out for a bit and after he had kissed you on the top of your head, told you he’d be coming back. Then he left. She had told you to head into Lee’s room.

And you had.

The first thing that had struck you was how it just much smelled so much like Lee. It screamed Lee.

His scent was everywhere. The only thing that filled your nose, surrounded you, made you feel like you were wrapped up in a warm blanket was the scent of chocolate and bourbon.

The first thing that you had done was take a shower. Pull some of Lee’s clothes on you, because you didn’t have anything else. Anything to get your father’s scent off of you.

Besides, now with your marked gland, you felt like it was on fire earlier when you had spotted Lee’s clothes. Almost like you and your Omega, you and your designation needed to smell like your Alpha.

Our Alpha, your Omega had whispered in your ear.

Our Alpha now.

It was almost surreal.

You slowly rose up from Lee’s bed, still sleepy. You almost didn’t want to open your eyes. You could hear the familiar footsteps of Lee walking through and down the hallway towards his room.

The door creaked open.

Lee wasn’t surprised to see you in his bed. You were still very sleepy, even debating if you should go back to sleep. You really were tired of all that you had done earlier. Cleaning his house, from top to bottom. You had asked your Bondmate earlier if you could clean. Lee was someone who needed everything to be clean. A fickle Alpha. He had started cleaning more ever since he had met you. Beer cans and bottles had been thrown out. Floors mopped. Rugs cleaned. Countertops too. Walls had been dusted. If Lee hadn’t known any better, he might’ve even second-guessed that this wasn’t even his house.

But nope.

It was his house.

He almost felt like his home was more his home than ever, with you and your mom in his house.

“How’re you doin’, Mega?” His voice was gentle as he made his way towards his bed. You let out a yawn. “M’ tired,” your voice was thick with sleep. Through sleepy eyes, you sorta registered Lee taking off his uniform, sort of hearing him climb into bed. You felt him wrap his arms around you, the scent of chocolate and bourbon filling your nose. You even felt his skin against the fabric of your nightgown. His tongue flattened against your gland, and you melted.

Your nose nuzzled against his neck. Against his gland. A low purr rumbling through your chest. Your Omega was slowly waking up, purring at the sight of her Alpha.

Alpha. Alpha ours.

Through the murky, cotton candy headspace that made your head spin, you could feel one of Lee’s hands travel down, all the way down. Your breath hitched.

“Daddy…” your voice was still thick with sleep. A low buzzing noise echoing in your head.

“S’ alright, Mega. You keep those eyes closed. Just relax. Daddy’s gonna take care a ya. Be a good girl for daddy. Can ya do that, babydoll? Be a good babydoll for daddy?”

Nods.

Nods were coming from you as you started to slip back into that fuzzy, warm headspace. “Yeah… yeah, daddy…” was all that came from you. Lee was slipping his fingers inside you, spreading your pussy open. A low whine filled the room when you felt one of his thick fingers slip in. Making a slick noise echo in the empty room.

You nearly choked on Lee’s fingers when he slipped them in your mouth without warning.

“Keep your voice down. Ya mama’s sleepin’ in the next room, don’t cha remember? Or do ya wanna wake ya mama with how loud my Mega’ gets for me?”

You began to shake your head.

To not prove his point, you kept his fingers in your mouth. Biting down on his fingers as another finger slipped into your wet pussy. Your daddy groaning deeply in your ear, almost rumbling. His pace had started slow. But slowly, the rhythm became faster. The sounds of wet slick noisily echoing in the quiet bedroom.

Drool was coming out of your mouth. Dribbling out at the sides of your mouth. Down your daddy’s thick fingers. You were trying oh so hard to not make noise. Lips wrapped around his fingers, sucking as your pussy grinded onto the palm of your Alpha’s hand, creating more friction. The palm of his head brushed against your clit, giving you even more stimulation. All the while his fingers were trying to find your g-spot. Retracting his fingers out of your slopping cunt, you sucked on his fingers harder, trying to tell him not to stop. Your eyes even watered.

A shake of your head told him that you didn’t want him to stop.

Your body shuddered when Lee let out a dark chuckle. It spread all the way down your spine. Your back might’ve even started to arch up.

You bit down on his fingers hard when his fingers slammed back into you without warning. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Lee’s fingers plunged in deeper and deeper in your pussy, more slick trickling down his hand, to his arm. Your hips were moving up and down, bouncing on his fingers. When his fingers brushed right up against your g-spot, you were cumming. You swore you saw something in your vision. Your pussy didn’t stop throbbing, you didn’t stop moving your hips, or grinding down onto the palm of his hand until you had ridden out your orgasm. Only when Lee pulled out his fingers from your mouth did you stop.

“Such a needy little baby,” Lee’s voice was rough against your ear, making your pussy throb around his fingers that were still inside you. “Always need ya holes filled, don’t cha?”

All you could do was nod.

“Want it, Lee.” Your voice was slightly slurred together due to the amount of saliva that was still in your mouth. And because his fingers were still shoved in your mouth. “Want your cock daddy. M’ please. M’ ready.” To prove your own point, you even bucked your hips against his. Feeling that skin-on-skin contact. You could feel his hard cock against your pussy. Your dripping slick dripping onto his pelvis. You could tell he was hard.

And it wasn’t like you were speaking right through your teeth.

Your slick was running everywhere.

Your gland was on fire.

At least it felt like it.

You didn’t dare touch it, because you just so fucking turned on. His scent was enveloping you. Telling you that he wanted this, too.

One of his hands fell to your shoulder, gripping it.

“Ya sure? This whatcha want? My lil Omega wants to be full, huh? Wants to be full with her Alpha?” Lee’s breath tickled the side of your neck, making you shudder deeply. Your Omega was gleeful. You imagined her bouncing around in her cage in delight.

Your Omega couldn’t put into words, how good she was feeling in this moment.

Gleeful probably couldn’t describe the feeling either.

But finally.

Finally.

She was going to witness her Alpha take her.

“Turn over. On your stomach.”

Unlike most times that you had been with Lee, it was different this time when he spoke. He wasn’t just talking to you. He wasn’t just talking to you, speaking to you gently. Like he always did. There was a note of tenderness in his voice when he spoke to you. Like you were a fragile porcelain doll that needed to be treated with the utmost care. You heard a slick popping noise, and a soft little whine filled the room when your pussy clenched around nothing. Your eyes might’ve even watered a bit too at the realization.

“I told ya, Babydoll. No noises.”

There it was again.

Lee was talking to you. But he wasn’t being gentle. It made your back straighten up. Your Omega preen.

Because when Lee Bodecker was talking like that… using his Tone… well, how could you not listen?

Your whines quieted. Now, now, you were awake. Your mind was sharp. Your Omega was sighing in the most utter bliss.

Finally. Finally, she would be getting what she demanded. This Alpha, her Alpha, the Alpha that had bitten her neck, the Alpha that brought her home, that her Alpha would be the one to lay claim to her body. To fuck it. To breed it. She already wore his mark on her neck with pride. Having his pups… it would complete it. She would get her Pack with her Alpha. The Alpha that she had chosen herself. On her terms. No one else’s. No one had forced her to choose this Alpha. She had done it herself.

Oh boy, did that give her pleasure. Her pleasure was heightened when your fists gripped his bedsheets, hearing Lee’s sharp intake of breath. All he could smell was you. The scent of freshly baked cookies wafted up to his nose. It was nothing compared to his tummy pressing down gently on your back, making your back arch up.

Your breath caught in your throat when you felt the tip of his cock poking against, slipping inside your slippery pussy lips, coating it with your slick. Making it all wet. You felt the burning feeling erupt in your belly as your vaginal walls stretched out for his cock.

Inch by inch, he rocked against you. His hands holding your shoulders down onto the mattress firmly. You were breathing against the pillow, eyes glassed over in pure bliss.

“Daddy,” your voice was muffled because of the pillow, “more.”

Through the past couple of nights, you had asked. Over and over. At first, Lee had laughed a bit, saying things like “are ya sure,” or “don’t wanna hurt cha, babydoll. I don’t think ya can handle it.”

Words and phrases that made your Omega stir. Albeit a little angrily.

Now though, she was happy. Practically bouncing around carefree in her cage in the confines of your mind.

Lee’s hand traveled down, all the way down to your clit. Rubbing your clit with one hand as his other hand rose up, to slip into the collar of your dress, down to cup a breast. His thumb grazing over a nipple until it was hard as a pebble. Your pillow muffled the noises of pleasure. Your back arched. Your hips moved slightly.

Every rock of his hips against your backside made you gasp. Every rub against your clit made you squirm. Feeling the pressure building up in your belly. But you were remaining cautious.

All because you didn’t want to wake up your mother next door.

The things you did for your Alpha.

It was when he was halfway in did he hear the whimpers.

“Daddy, ‘s too much, can’t- can’t take it-” you were sobbing into the pillow.

“C’mon babydoll. M’ only halfway in and you’re already whimperin’ so sweet. You’re daddy’s good girl. You can take it. You’re my good girl, aren’t cha babydoll?” Lee’s voice was gruff. But it was pouring into your ears like honey. The pain of his cock stretching you open was the number one thing you could feel. His hands, gripping your hips. Grinding his cock into your pussy. His rubbing at your clit became harder, quicker. Your whimpers were beginning to rise again as you felt your impending orgasm coming.

“Lee,” your voice was muffled by your pillow, “please, m’ gonna- m’ gonna-”

“I know Mega,” he grunted in your ear, making you nearly choke, “s’ okay. Let go babydoll.”

A muffled cry filled the room.

Lee chose that moment to fully sink in, break that final barrier that was keeping him back. A deep, choked noise came from you at the strange sensation. Tears even sprung in your eyes at the feeling. For a moment, Lee could feel it. Your pain. A hand rose up from your breast to your hair, to tug it gently. “It’s okay,” his voice gentle, almost soothing your tears, “just relax. It’ll be okay.”

In and out. In and out. Taking deep breaths. Lee saw your body moving up and down as you tried to get used to him fully inside of you. You felt like a freaking stuffed turkey at Thanksgiving. Never had you ever been filled this good, this deep before.

It was kind of an unusual feeling. After a couple of more deep breaths, and Lee saw through the dark, your form beginning to relax. He took the initiative to move.

His thrusts were slow. Gentle. He was out of you, an inch, two inches at the max. He never truly left you.

The pain was something you weren’t used to. Your vaginal walls clenched around his dick tightly. It made Lee’s eyes roll into the back of his head. The more he thrusted in you, the more the pain lessened. It began to hurt a little less. Soft kisses were placed down from the back of your neck, down your spine. It made your back arch up.

“Daddy,” your voice was muffled from the pillow, “more, more, more.” Your hips adjusted. Your ass even wiggled.

“Took me so well, Mega. Such a good Omega.” His praise was hushed in your ear. Your Omega, oh your Omega. She couldn’t be any happier. She was still happily bouncing around in glee.

Alpha calls us a good Omega. We’re a good Omega.

There was a part of Lee. A part of Lee who wanted nothing more than to just take and take and take in between your thighs, even if you cried out for him to stop. That part of him that just wanted it. A part of him that would never be satisfied.

Like now.

He could hear that inner voice, telling him, urging him on. To take this Omega that was underneath him that was purring so sweet. And he wanted to. Oh dear god, heavens above, hand on the Bible, god’s green motherfucking earth, did he want to. He wanted to.

But that restraint.

He needed to be restrained.

Almost like he was playing a game of tug-of-war with himself.

He could lose control just as easily and wake up your mother and his neighbors.

However, he didn’t.

Until…

“Daddy,” your voice was breathy and muffled. Your ass wiggling against his front. Your head went up, enough to gulp in some air. “Harder. More.”

A sharp thrust made your face smack right back into the bed. You heard the popping of buttons. Suddenly, Lee was shoving your nightgown up, bunching it together at your waist. His teeth sank into your gland. Your second orgasm of the night rushed through you like a wire being cut. You came so hard around his dick, your walls clenching down on him, gripping his cock so tightly that Lee almost cursed out loud.

“Bite me Omega,” Lee breathed out against your neck. When you eventually turned your head up, your mind was still foggy. Mind still swimming, you kinda saw Lee putting his neck out down towards you. Your fingertips brushed over his Mating Gland. When you lowered your head down, your tongue flattening down against the corded muscle, you felt his hips stuttering against yours.

And then your teeth sank in.

Breaking the skin.

When your teeth pierced, broke the skin, Lee felt the bond complete.

You tasted blood. The taste of copper on your mouth. You had been so surprised.

It was as if someone had snapped a rubber band on Lee. You felt the bond complete. Like you had been made whole.

Lee had come so hard that his body jerked. You whimpered, out loud when you felt it. He spilled his seed, coating the insides of your cunt.

Deep, hollowing breaths slowly filled the room as Lee slumped beside you. Feeling that skin-on-skin contact.

Your voice was thick when he heard it.

“Welcome home, daddy.”

A couple of days later…

Being mated was weird.

You were mated.

Fully mated.

You had Lee’s mark. He had yours. You were his Omega now.

Officially.

It was… strange.

You had noticed Lee’s mark on you for a few weeks before you had lost your virginity to him. Completely gave yourself over to him. Mind, body, and soul. Popped your cherry. You knew that you weren’t his first.

But something that Lee never told you was, well, he had never been with a virgin before. Cause sure, he had been a virgin once. Inexperienced. Not like how he was now. And before you had shown up in his life, all he knew were prostitutes.

That weird fog that had surrounded Lee until he had come home to you in the early mornings was gone. Everyone knew and could see the difference in the sheriff. Lee was happier. Less grumpy. Ate fewer sweets and smoked less. There seemed to be an ease to him now. Not quite a pep in his step. Oh no. He would never admit to that shit.

But his mark on his Mating Gland on his neck, oh he showed that proudly. Your bite on his neck. He showed the hell outta that. Proudly. He was so proud. He finally had a Bondmate. You were his Bondmate. He was your Bondmate. It was as if everything had come full circle. For once, he felt complete. Oddly happier than he had for the first time in a long time.

However, all of that good mood soured when he went to go into the cells, to check up on your father.

He had been in such a good mood before he had realized that he still needed to check up on your father.

The report.

Right.

Right, right, right.

The stupid report.

A scowl came onto Lee’s lips as he remembered.

With a sigh, he got from his chair. Grabbing his leather jacket that had been hanging on his chair, slipping it over him.

It still smelled like you.

A small little smile spread over his lips at that. He could smell your lingering scent of freshly made chocolate chip cookies. Somewhere in him, his Alpha rumbled at the reminder at he’d always be carrying a piece of you at work.

Down to the beasts he went.

Much later that morning, at the Bodecker residence, with you…

Your mother was out.

Gone to see and greet the neighbors in the neighborhood.

You highly suspected that your mother wanted to make fun with everyone since you hadn’t.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like your new neighbors. It was just that you could hear the things that they had said about you. You knew that if anyone spoke an ill word against you… well, they’d have your Daddy to deal with. Your Alpha would set them straight. But that wasn’t what bothered you. You didn’t need Lee to put them in their place.

It was just… these past couple of days. It seemed to be going by fast for you. Too fast. You had been recently bonded, yes. But with everything… would you be okay? How were you just hanging on by now? Were you hanging by a thread? Was that all that you were doing now?

Cause it wasn’t like you didn’t love Lee.

You did.

Your love for him wasn’t something you could show like normal people. You weren’t like one of those babes that you would see at dance halls with their girlfriends, all giggly. That wasn’t you anymore.

No.

No.

No.

You were different now.

You were a Bondmate now.

Now… now you had more responsibilities. But you couldn’t help but wonder. If you grew old with him and got ugly, would he still want you? Someone like you? If you had pups with him and got fat, would he still want you?

Those thoughts polluted your mind and distracted you to the point of crying. You had been so busy crying in your shared room that you hadn’t even noticed Lee coming through the front door. The front door locked behind him as Lee walked down the hall towards his room, still fuming.

The visit to your father hadn’t gone well. He had finished writing up the report, however. So at least he could take out his anger on something. His anger loosened when he heard the sounds of crying.

You were crying.

His footsteps came quicker.

By the time he got the door opened, it was too late.

“Mega?” Lee sounded very worried.

“Daddy,” your voice was raspy as you managed to turn your head to look at him. Tears were streaming down your face. Not to mention, the makeup that you had applied earlier this morning had been ruined.

Absolutely ruined.

Mascara had been running down in dark streaks on your cheeks. Your lipstick was still on though. Perfectly painted. But your bottom lip was quivering. Trembling as sobs wracked your body. Your hands were gripping your dress. On your knees, kneeling in front of him looking like an absolute trainwreck.

“What’s wrong, Omega?” Lee asked you again as he walked in front of you, getting down on his knees to pull you close to him. All that succeeded into was you crying even harder. “It’s all my fault,” you sobbed, “s all my fault. I’m a terrible Omega. I’m a terrible Bondmate. Why do you want me? You should just let go. Put me back. Put me back in the cells, please. Just put me back.”

Lee was gobsmacked.

Oh no.

No, no, no.

Noooo.

No.

Nope.

He was not about to do that. You were still blabbering though. He needed to bring you back.

“Mega.”

No answer.

“Omega.”

Still no answer.

He even spoke your name.

And nope.

“Babydoll.”

You had stopped moving. Your jerky movements coming to stop. You froze like a deer in headlights.

He hadn’t wanted to use his Tone. He really hadn’t. But looking at your face, seeing the tears and the smeared mascara all over your cheeks, it was what had to be done. You had stopped being in hysterics, but you were still shaking like a leaf. It ate him on the inside, what was happening in front of him.

“Eyes on me.”

Up went your eyes. They were still shiny. Wet.

“Who did this to you, huh? Who made you cry, angel baby?” His words flowed into your ears like thick syrup. Making your brain feel all fuzzy. Your tummy warm. Like you were almost drunk. “M’ daddy… he called me a… called me a harlot when we was in the kitchen before we both got arrested… don’t wanna… don’t wanna be ugly for you… wanna be pretty… wanna be pretty for ya, daddy…” you still weren’t crying, but you were feeling the emotions kicking in again. Very high.

Lee clutched you harder. Running his tongue against your mating gland, before sinking his teeth into that corded muscle, making you gasp against him. Your cry being muffled from your head being buried in his shoulder. Your body jolted at the sensation, your hands coming up to grab and tug at his dark hair.

He licked his canine teeth. Tasting your blood. The taste of copper filling his mouth. But he didn’t care. You shook in his arms before you managed to gauze your head back up.

“Daddy?”

Never had your voice ever been this soft before.

And then he was picking you up. Bridal style. Hoisting you over, your arms wrapped around his neck.

“Daddy? Where are we goin’?” You asked him again. Lee’s lips conformed into a line. His gears in his mind turning. He was thinking, as he always was.

“Out.”

Out, according to Lee was making sure you had thoroughly washed your face, blew your nose, smoothed down your dress, put on a jacket, and after Lee had come back down from the basement holding a shotgun, you two were back in his cruiser and driving out to god knows where.

The car ride had been silent all the way through.

But you could tell from your mate, from the way his scent was twisting and changing, that something was lingering under the surface. Like a darkness slowly creeping. Bubbling up to the surface.

You watched the streets. Watched the people. You two even drove through the downtown area. Although it was small, you still watched. You could smell food through the cracked, open, rolled-down window. It reminded you of Emma’s house back in Coal Creek, with Arvin, Lenora, and your mother. Your chest grew heavy. You missed them. Were they okay? Were they alright?

You made a mental note to visit them soon. After all, next week was your visit.

Just then, the car stopped. You heard Lee turn off the engine. You turned your gaze towards him.

“C’mon Mega.”

Following him deep into the woods, you were looking around. The sun hadn’t set yet, and all you could hear were the chirping of birds. You could hear the leaves crunching underneath your kitten heels. You were thinking, maybe, just maybe, you should’ve switched out your clothes. You also noticed Lee was holding a bag that was full of something.

Clunk. Clunk. Clunk.

Those sounded like beer cans. Were those beer cans?

“Lee… what’re we doing here?”

You saw Lee walking up to you, handing you the shotgun. You were confused. If anything, you were convinced that Lee was scouting for something. So he wasn’t using it. Why was he giving it to you, then?

“Target practice, babydoll. I was thinkin’ earlier this mornin’, with everything that’s happened with ya daddy…” he didn’t miss the look that you gave him. That look of pure, almost horrifying fear at the mention of him. It made his veins hot and the urge to strangle your father was back. That greedy part of him that was telling him to just get it over with, to just kill again so all of your problems could be solved was slowly returning.

Focus.

He needed to focus. Still looking at you, he continued to speak. “I know you did a number on him with ya cast-iron skillet and m’ proud of that for ya, Mega. My strong Omega.” He didn’t miss the way your cheeks colored at the praise either. A smirk was curling its way onto his lips. He couldn’t help it. At this rate, he would be half-hard. “But ya ain’t always gonna have a cast-iron skillet lyin’ around. I would teach ya how ta use a knife, but I’m not as good with knives as the deputies are. One of em specializes in usin’ knives and shit. So all I can teach ya are how to use a shotgun.”

You were nodding.

It made sense.

Still, you felt like you needed to ask…

“So… do you have a collection of guns I don’t know bout?” A wry smile was on your face. Lee chuckled. It was a deep one, one he could feel in his belly. You noticed how his belly shook when he laughed.

There was the Lee you knew.

“A sheriff never reveals his secrets, babydoll.” was all that Lee replied to you with. Handing you the shotgun, Lee began to pull some of the old beer cans out. Watching him set it up as your gaze lowered down to the shotgun. The barrel was long. Probably as long as your arm. Maybe even a bit longer. There was something behind the trigger. You didn’t know what it was. You at least knew where the trigger was, at least.

“What’s this, Lee?”

You were gesturing to the thing behind the trigger.

“Recoil pad,” Lee answered you, finishing up setting up the last beer can a couple of feet away from you. “Helps ya shoot more accurately.”

A nod came from you. Saying that you got it.

“Okay… so here’s what I want you to do… you hold it like this,” Lee helped you grip the shotgun, placing your hand that you were going to use to pull the trigger along the side of the stock wrist. Making your cheek brush up against your cheek. Your eyes at the same level of the barrel. Index finer placed directly on the trigger, Lee gently told you to wrap the rest of your hand on the wrist.

“Not too tight… not too loose either… good job Mega.”

Your Omega preened at the praise once again. Happily bouncing around in glee. It was the happiest the bitch had been in weeks. You couldn’t blame her all that much. If it was you in her shoes, then fuck you’d be so fucking happy too. So could you really blame her?

Not really.

“Okay… shoulders bared… keep your feet apart… mhmm. I want you to look at those cans. You see those cans, Mega? Good. I want cha to shoot at em.”

You gave him another nod.

“Aim for the center. Pull the trigger and then shoot.”

Arm upright. The butt of the gun lodged in your shoulder pocket. Nicely tucked. Your eyes forward.

“Lee… what happens if I can’t pull the trigger?” Your voice came out a little shaky.

“Then just think of your dad.”

When your finger pulled the trigger, the first thing you heard was the ringing in your ears. The smell of gunpowder filling your nose. The gunpowder even exploded and some scattered onto the collar of your dress.

The first shot landed smack-dab right in the center, knocking the beer can back. Then Lee told you to move, adjust your footing.

“Shoot again.”

Another shot rang out. The sounds of the beer can clanking back rung in your ears.

And then you did it again.

Another beer can smacking backward with a thunk.

“Three more beer cans left. You got four more bullets in there. We’ll pick em up after you’re done, okay?” Lee’s voice brought you back. Taking in a deep breath and exhaling, you gave him a nod.

“Okay.”

“Good. Keep going.”

Another nod.

One more shot rang out.

You heard the thunk of the beer can flying back.

Turning your head, eyes narrowing, you aimed.

Bang.

Another clunk.

Two down, one more to go.

The last shot rang out and you heard one last clang.

Slowly lowering the gun, you asked him, “How’d I do?”

You felt a warm pair of arms wrap around you from behind. A gentle rumble erupted from Lee’s chest. Unlike the first time you met, this rumble wasn’t to calm down frantic Omegas.

This one was different.

This one was for Mates.

Your head lolled to the side, leaning into his neck with a dreamy sigh.

“Perfect, babydoll.” Your mate said. “You were perfect.”

The entire mood shifted when you two had gotten back into the car.

Loud slurps of you drinking your slushie were heard. Lee’s own empty cup sat on the dashboard. Happily slurping away at your cherry and blueberry mixture, you didn’t notice Lee’s jaw clench.

Only when you finished your slushie, putting it on the dashboard, did you see Lee’s controlled look. A frown made its way onto your features.

“Lee?”

Your voice was gentle. It almost made the dark, violent thoughts running through his head okay. He almost felt like he wasn’t sinking into that dark place for a second.

“Yeah, Omega?”

The two of you were at the next town over. Your head perched on his shoulder, you still looked at him. Frowning. When Lee looked at you and saw that frown, well, he started to frown too.

He didn’t like that frown on your face.

“Are you okay? Do you need me to calm you down? You want me to touch you?” You asked him. Lee swallowed. You could see his Adam’s apple bob. “You don’t have to,” he replied quietly. Undeterred, you shook your head. Your hand traveled down. There was a popping noise. A hiss came from Lee when your hand sank into his pants, fisting his cock with your hand.

“Shit, babydoll,” hissed Lee, his eyes rolling into the back of his head with a deep guttural groan. It sounded almost like a deep rumble from his chest.

“You- you don’t… you don’t have to,” he grunted. Again, you shook your head.

“I don’t have to. But I want to.”

Lee swore he nearly came in his pants at that. A little whimper left him when you pulled your hand out of his pants, both of your hands coming down to undo his belt. Unzipping his fly. He watched you do one of the filthiest things he ever saw in his life. You spit into your hand, a slick echoing through the cruiser. A deep growl came from Lee’s chest. His growl turned into a moan when your spit-covered hand gripped his cock again. All slicked up to take his dick. This time, you weren’t fearful or scared. Timid if you had done something wrong.

No.

This time, when you stroked him, you did it with a clear mind and you probably looked like you had your war face on. Up and down went your hand. All the way from his shaft down the tip of his cock that was red and smeared with pre-cum. You slowly built a rhythm, all the while your pussy throbbed. Your panties growing damper with each stroke of his dick.

Lee couldn’t help himself. Moans, grunts, and whimpers slowly filled the cruiser. A shuddering breath even left him when you squeezed his cock a little. His lips trembled.

“Jesus… shit…” was all that left him.

“I’m your Omega, daddy. It’s my job to balance you out, you know? You don’t need to hide shit from me, okay Lee? I can handle it.” Your words flowed into his ears.

Lee allowed that to sink in.

Shallow, then deep breaths came from him.

He couldn’t almost believe it.

Was this the universe’s way of telling him that they weren’t going to punish him anymore? That he could actually breathe for once? That he actually had someone who understood him? Him and his whole entire goddamn motherfucking package of shit that he carried with him on a day-to-day basis?

He really fucking hoped so.

“O-Okay.” His words might’ve come out a little staggered, a little breathy. Like he needed to believe it himself. A harsh pump made him hiss.

But up and down your hands went. Pumping his dick with the palm of your hand.

“Okay. Glad we get each other, Daddy.”

Pump. Pump. Pump.

“Daddy… you got somethin’? For ya jizz? Or else I’ma just catch it all with my hands…” you trailed off. Not that you weren’t unhappy with catching all of his jizz in your hands. In fact, it was quite the opposite. You were really thinking about that other night in his office, where you had caught all of his cum in your hands. Just the thought made the burning heat in between your legs freaking worse.

Terrible.

He was terrible.

You were probably turning out to be like a fiend now.

“Uh-huh… yeah… think I…” he was cut off with his own grunt, “I got something… in here…” There was shuffling as Lee tried his best to bend down a little. Fumbling around, you heard him grab something.

“Alright, I- shit,” Lee swore. You couldn’t help the smile that was creeping on your face.

“You got it?” Your tone was full of amusement.

“Yeah,” grunted Lee. Humming, you continued your merry task of giving your Alpha a hand job.

Beads of sweat were rolling down Lee’s temples. You could feel his balls tightening, signaling that he was getting close. “C’mon Lee. Daddy. It’s okay. Let go.”

He came with a grunt. Ejaculate spilling all over your hand and into whatever he had found.

Panting, “You got it all in the cup?”

Cup?

“Y-Yeah… and all over my hand too… whatcha wanna do with the cup?” You asked him. “We can throw it out later,” Lee replied back to him. Frowning. Thinking about it. A thought crossed your mind. “Or… I can drink it? I don’t wanna… waste it.”

Something inside Lee snapped. All of a sudden, your back smacked against the door. It made you gasp.

“Lee!”

You sounded very scandalized. Your mate paid no mind, shoving the skirt of your dress up, his hands, his huge hands finding your panties underneath all of your skirts, pulling and tugging them to the side until they ripped. A hand gripping his half-hard erection, he thrust into you without warning.

You cried out at the sensation. Your head falling back against the window. You saw him take off his leather jacket, shrugging it off to the floor, and then his shirt followed. He managed to shove his pants and boxer briefs down to the floor, kicking them off.

His hands came to grip your still-clothed shoulders. Almost immediately, he started pounding into you.

You had been so taken aback that all you could do was take it. Take all that he was giving you. Not that it didn’t feel good. It felt really, really good. Cries of pleasure filling up the cruiser were heard pretty quickly. Lee’s balls smacking against your clit with every single time he bottomed out of you.

Lee swore he could almost feel as if he was in some sort of heaven. Your nonvirgin body squeezed him for everything he was worth. Slick and his seed smeared on your inner thighs, making them all sticky. His thrusts were so powerful that they were sending your head back against the window. Not necessarily smacking it, but you just couldn’t move.

You came screaming.

Yes, screaming.

Your orgasm had rushed over you so quickly you barely realized it had come. Lee hissed and grunted when he felt your walls milking the hell out of him. He still could remember when he took you last night. How tight you had been. Your vaginal walls had gripped his dick so fucking hard that he swore he was in heaven. Like he had fallen into a piece of heaven. It would be worth it just so Lee could get a taste of what the angels would sing about. He knew his soul was damned and that he’d probably be heading straight into hell, and without a doubt, you’d probably be going down with him. But he’d risk it all, just to stay in this piece of heaven for as long as he could.

He continued to thrust into you. Pound into you. Wet, squishing noises coming from your pussy as he took you. His cock was nearly splitting your vagina in half by how hard he was taking you. At this rate, your second orgasm would be coming quicker than you thought.

Which, you were.

Your mouth dropped open in a silent moan as your second orgasm piggybacked off of your first one, your legs trembling and shaking as you came around his dick again. Lee fucked you through it, swearing in your ear. Praising you. Calling you his good Omega.

His wet mouth dipped down to your mating gland. And his teeth sank into your neck, biting you again.

And then he came. You sobbed out.

You were asleep.

Lee knew your mother was asleep too because he had just checked up on her an hour ago. Your nightgown clung to your body, the nearly transparent fabric falling over your body like a sleeve. From where Lee was stroking your nipples with his thumb, he could feel your nipples harden underneath the pads of his fingertips. The only light that surrounded his room was the dim light of his night lamp.

Soft breathing came from you as you breathed through your nose. Your chest rising up and down as you slept.

For once in his life, Lee was oddly at peace.

Everything was quiet.

It was as if he could breathe again. Like there were no toxic things in his life. Your lovely, sweet scent of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, with a slight undertone of his own scent of chocolate and bourbon, filled the air.

His.

You were his now.

Suddenly, he heard a car pulling into his driveway. It made him stop what he was doing. His Alpha stirred, sensing that something was happening. Being dressed in only a pair of boxers, he had to slip on a pair of pants and a loose shirt that barely had any of his scent left, due to you rubbing it into his bedsheets.

He really needed to invest in nest bedding now that you were his Omega.

And then he heard knocking.

To make matters worse, you had begun to stir. Soft noises came from you.

“… addy… what’s happenin’?” your voice was full of sleep. Your eyes still weren’t open yet. A soft groan came from you as the knocking on his front door became louder. Another groan came from you.

“Daddy… tell em to go away… tell em to shut up… I need my sleep…”

And he was really thinking along those same lines too.

Something just wasn’t right in his gut as he unlocked his door. Beginning to walk into the hallway, where your mother’s door was still closed. Still probably asleep. You had mentioned to him once or twice that your mother could sleep like the dead. If World War Three were to ever break out, your mother could probably sleep right through it and still be a-okay.

“… Lee! I know you’re home Big Brother!”

Sandy.

That was Sandy.

But what the hell was his sister doing here? So early in the morning too?

“C’mon! Open the door, Lee!” A man’s voice barked out. Lee knew that was Sandy’s husband, his brother-in-law, Carl.

Carl.

A deep burning of anger and hatred bubbled up to the surface.

However, Lee walked to the front door. Knowing that soft footsteps were following him.

You.

You had gotten up when Sandy had shouted, quickly padding down the hall to catch up with your Alpha. Your hand intertwined with his.

The sounds of the front door being unlocked were heard.

The door swung open.

Sandy Bodecker saw her big brother, and a young woman who looked barely looked like she would be roughly nineteen or her early twenties, in nothing but a nightgown, looking into the familiar eyes that her Alpha had. Sandy also noticed that she had a bite on her Mating Gland on her neck. She noticed that Lee had a bite mark on his Mating Gland too.

Realization came over her.

This was her Big Brother’s Omega.

Lee was mated now.

Your gaze went from the young woman who smelled like an Omega, just like you. You noticed that she had the same eyes as Lee. This was probably his sister.

But the man beside her.

This man…

There was an unsettling feeling in your gut. Something was telling you to not trust this man. Even though it was still dark, you could see his mousy brown hair and brown eyes. But something churned in your gut.

And when he spoke, you nearly almost vomited.

“Lee. Care to introduce us?” Carl Henderson said, a grin stretching over his face. The Beta man was looking at you, his scent of something that smelled like cabbages filling your nose. It made you remember that disgusting, spoiled cabbage soup you had smelled once when you used to live in Michigan. You began to feel a headache coming on.

You didn’t trust this Beta.

Not at all.

Your Omega was in her cage, looking at this Beta in pure horror.

Something terrible was about to happen.

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Crazy Rich Avengers

Chapter 1:

Summary: You and Peter have been dating for a little over 6 months and have not yet met the Avengers. You were getting curious as to when you would meet them, until you get an invitation from Tony Stark himself, inviting you and Peter to Wanda and Vision’s wedding in Hawaii over Spring Break. You thought that it would be nice to go and finally meet everyone, but what will you think after you’ve been tested by the team?

*Based on the movie Crazy Rich Asians, each chapter will be a different scene from the movie. There will be 15 chapters. Also includes a GIF from the movie scene at the beginning of each chapter.

A/N: I’ve had this series planned for a little while now, and I just got this chapter done and edited and I feel really good about it. I didn’t know if anyone would want to read this until I posted about it yesterday and got some really good feedback, so thank you all who liked it and asked to be on the taglist so much! This chapter is the first scene of the movie, just some things are switched up to fit Peter and the Avengers. Just note that this one is kind of short and nothing much really happens in this chapter since it is just the beginning, but hopefully the next one is a bit juicer. 

Warnings: swearing and fluff 

Word count: 2166

Chapter 1

“Okay class, make sure to email me those presentations by Monday. I don’t want to keep reminding you guys over Spring Break because I’ve still got a life outside being a professor.” The whole class laughs at your professor’s bluntness. It kind of reminds you of your friend from high school, who would always spoke her truth, even when no one asked for it. You packed your things and waited for a clear space to exit your row. Who knew so many kids would be in a business class? Not you apparently. You were a culinary student at the Institute of Culinary Education or ICE for short. Your dream was to become a baker and own your bakery, hence the business class. This was your last class of the day, and you couldn’t wait to see your boyfriend. You two had been dating for a little over six months and it was the best six months you could ever ask for.

You exited out of the classroom, finally, and made your way towards the elevator. On the way down, you looked through your messages and saw that you had five new texts from Peter.

Peter: Hey babe! I’m out of my photography class now. (1:15)

Peter: Waiting by the couches (1:15)

Peter: I miss you (1:17)

Peter: I’m hungry. Let’s go to that pizza place for lunch. I really want some of their cannoli’s (1:20)

Peter: Y/NNN!!! WHERE ARE YOU??? (1:23)

The elevator stopped at the lobby and you walked over to Peter, who sprang out of his seat and practically ran over to you. He hugged with the force of what you assumed felt like ten tons just based on how tight he held you. You laughed at his clinginess and pushed him off of you.

“Dude my class ran like ten minutes late. What’s the matter with you?” you laugh.

He held your hand in his own and smiles at you. “Just missed you is all. Did you see my text about the cannoli’s?”

“Yeah I saw it.”

“And?” he asks hopefully.

“Aaaaaand what?” you played dumb just to see his cute pouty face.

“Can we get cannoli’s?”

“Yes, we can get a cannoli.”

“Ah! You’re the best! Cannoli’s!” he yells at an insane volume for someone who’s just walking down the street. This earns you both a weird look from the people on the sidewalk. You were about to kiss his cheek until he just took off down the street with your hand still in his. You guessed you never knew he liked cannoli’s so much. Maybe you should try out a recipe and make him some one day.

You get into the pizza restaurant and sit down across from each other and waited for the waiter to take your order. You order your drinks; Peter gets Diet Pepsi and you get a Sprite. Both of you talk about how your classes went and held each other’s hand while you talked.

“So, I’ve got to do this project for my class,” Peter began, “And my camera is at the Compound, so tomorrow I’ll be a little late getting home.”

“Okay, that’s fine. Oh! Speaking of which,” you slam your palms on the table, which makes Peter jump a little. “When am I going to meet them? I mean we’ve been dating for going on seven months now, and I still haven’t met them. And I know they know about me because I got a message from Nat telling me happy birthday two weeks ago.” You raise an eyebrow at him waiting for his answer.

“Speaking of said topic, that reminds me. We got invited to Wanda and Vision’s wedding. And it is next Friday in Hawaii, which is perfect because a) we don’t have classes because it’s Spring Break, and b) I know Hawaii is one of your bucket list places.”

Your jawed dropped for several reasons. One, it’s Wanda and Vision’s fucking wedding! You never met them, but from the way Peter talked about them, you could tell they were meant to be. You always thought that they were like what you and Peter had times one hundred.

“Are you serious? They’re having their wedding in Hawaii?”

“Yeah. They thought that since Mr. Stark – “

“What can I get you two today?” the waiter asked breathless. You didn’t even realize how busy they were.

You looked up at him, “I’ll have a slice of the cheese pizza please?”

“And I’ll have two slices of the meat lovers. And can I get three of your best cannoli’s please?” Peter smiled at the waiter as he wrote down your order.

“Alright that’ll be right out.” He walked away almost jogging to get your order in. Goodness they were slammed.

“As I was saying,” Peter continued. “Mr. Stark has one of those beach houses in Maui and so, they thought that it would be the perfect place for them to tie the knot.”

“Wow, so, we’re invited? Like we’re going to Maui and attending the wedding? And meeting everyone?” you asked now slightly worried.

“Yeah,” he drags out confused. “That’s what kind of what ‘You’re Invited’ means.”

“I know, it’s just…this will be the first time I’m meeting them and I always imagined it would be at a like Sunday dinner type of thing. Not a fucking Avengers wedding!”

“It’s okay, I know they’re gonna love you no matter what.”

You take a sip of your drink, “This is also works out for another reason because MJ has been asking us to come see her ever since she moved to Kahului.”

“All the more reason to go.”

You both get your food and Peter immediately starts on the cannoli’s that he’s been longing to eat and practically moans at the taste of them. You get the check and pay and tipped extra for your waiter, because they need to be paid way more than minimum wage. The two of you walk out and head home so you can spend the rest of the night together.

“So, when do we leave for Maui?” you ask, swinging your intertwined hands between the two of you.

“Umm, I believe on Saturday.”

Today was Thursday so that means that you only had tonight and tomorrow to pack for a whole entire week. “Shit! I have almost no clothes washed, are you kidding me?” you yell. “Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?”

“I just found out this morning!” he yelled back.

“Okay, well it’s a good thing tomorrow I don’t have classes because now I have to do laundry all damn day.” You reach your shared apartment and go to change clothes and you go straight to the laundry room, faster than Peter could imagine. All of your good, cute clothes had to be air dried and so that’s what you did first. After half hour of folding, and drying, and hanging up clothes non-stop, Peter came in wrapped his arms around you.

“Baby, you’ve been here for forever, come sit down with me,” he pleaded.

“I will once I have all the clothes done, but until then,” you pat his cheek. “I can’t.”

He sighs an ‘okay’ and plants a kiss on your cheek and walks away. About twenty minutes later you had gotten all the laundry done and went to join Peter on the couch. He was watching reruns of Brooklyn 99 which was one of your favorite shows. He put his arms out and made grabby hands and you leaned into his touch. You laid your head on his chest with the rest of your body sprawled out on the couch. He put his arm around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head. You looked up and kissed his lips and sat up just a bit straighter. One of his hands went to the back of your neck and the other rubbed your thigh, and you relaxed even more into him. Your right hand carded through his hair and the other sat splayed on his peck, slightly gripping his shirt. You two stayed like this for what felt like hours, just basking in each other’s comfort. You pulled back to breathe and gave him one last kiss before going back to your original position, laying on him.

“What do you wanna watch?” He yawned.

“Well since your yawning and –“ you yawned this time. “And so am I, let’s just take a nap.”

He hummed in agreement and led you to your shared bedroom and he changed into just a pair of sweatpants. You laid down and he did shortly after. You turned, facing him as your chests were touching. You stared at him for quite a long time before you even realized that you were. His face scrunched up that was so cute you wanted to take a picture.

“What?”

“Nothing. You just look cute,” you said back.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Nope. I do,” he challenged.

“That’s impossible because I love you to Jupiter and back,” you kissed his nose, ultimately shutting it down because you were tired. School had kicked your ass this week and you hadn’t really had anytime to just lay with Peter. You scooted down a bit so, you could lay your head on his chest, your legs intertwined, as he held you against him so tight that nothing could slip in between you two.

The next morning you had woken up extra early to make some French toast for you and Peter. You got out the bread and butter and the rest of the ingredients and started cooking. Since you were the one who was in the culinary department, the silent agreement between you and Peter was that you would cook, and he would clean your mess. You tried to not make too much of a mess, because you weren’t that mean. After a couple more minutes you got breakfast done and at that exact moment you put the toast on the plate, Peter comes waddling out with his hair a mess. It was almost like it was scripted like a scene in a movie.

“I smelled French Toast,” he smiled.

“Mhm, I thought that I would be nice and cook breakfast for you this time.” You pecked his cheek and gave him the syrup.

“Eat up and get ready for a long day of packing suitcases, babe,” you winked at him.

“Oh boy.” You didn’t hear his sarcasm often, but when you did it always made you chuckle.

He went over to the couch and you followed setting up the coffee table and turning on Spongebob to watch as you ate. You turned towards him and smiled and received a kiss on the nose. Today was going to be a good day, you thought.

It was now four thirty in the evening and you and Peter were packing up all your belongings into your suitcases. “Okay so you need your swim trunks, flip flops, sunglasses, and what else?” You ask.

“Is that just for swimming?” You nodded. “Then yeah I think that’s it.” You went over to his drawer grabbing his trunks out along with your swimsuit. You had all your clothes spread out into separate piles consisting of swimwear, pajamas, nice shirts, casual shirts, and wedding attire. Peter grabbed all of his clothes and stuffed them into his suitcase and you did the same. After that you went to the bathroom to grab all extra stuff that consisted of teeth and hair products, and everything in that category. Peter went into the kitchen to the medicine and started to pack anything that might be needed for allergy’s and whatnot. You figured you would pack your purse of carry on items before you left tomorrow morning.

After two hours of packing and double checking, and once the bed was cleared, you flopped down face first and groaned. “I’m so exhausted,” you huffed.

“Aww, is my baby tired?” He asked this as he pressed feather-light kisses to your neck that always made you shudder.

“Yes,” you say as you awaited a kiss on the lips. He happily kisses you, slow and lovingly, and you feel like you could stay there for eternity. He pulls away for minute to catch his breath. “We should probably figure out what we want to do for dinner.”

“How ‘bout leftovers? There’s still some enchiladas or lemon pepper chicken in the fridge.”

“Ooooh, let’s do chicken.”

You get up from the bed to heat the chicken up in the oven. “Imma make some garlic cheesy rice too!” You shout from the kitchen.

“Sounds good, baby.”

You two make your dinner and eat in a comfortable silence, watching TV. You both decided to watch one more episode of Parks and Rec before calling it a night, and Peter figured it would be smart to go to bed early since you would both have a long day of checking flights and meeting the Avengers tomorrow; and that was tiring by itself.

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[extremelyblackandwhite]

scrubs - 2.

pairing: doctor!sebastian stan x biomedical scientist!reader

warnings: angst, mentions of death. if you are not comfortable with these warnings please dni. 

< previous chapter

   - Where are you going? - Miriam rose her head from the work bench as Y/N took her gloves and googles off, disposing of both in the yellow bin. - Y/N, where are you going? Don’t leave me alone with the trainees. 

    - I’m going to get dinner. No eating in the lab, remember?

    - Urgh, couldn’t you have gone to dinner when Michael was here? You’re leaving me alone with the trainees ... and the ask so many questions. - she whispered the last part, afraid the trainees would hear her and hit her over the head with their very heavy portfolios. - I’m going next.

    - Hour break, don’t you dare page me. - she pointed her finger menacingly at Miriam before clocking out and heading out for dinner. If they had told her during her sleepless nights spent revising for her least favourite modules the most exciting time of her shifts would be the bland food served by the hospital cafeteria, she would’ve just become a pharmaceutical researcher. Yet again, you need to start at the bottom if you want to get to the top and Y/N was more than ready to climb that moment.

She pressed the button for the lift, leaning against her own hand as she tried to wake herself up. Turns out studying and staying up all night applying for PhD projects and then coming to work at 7AM is not the way to go for energy. Luckily, the black tea she had drank this morning had managed to keep her awake, however the caffeine was starting to slowly leave her system and she still had a few more hours awaiting her. As she was about to fall asleep while waiting for the lift to make it to the lower floors, she heard her name being called out.

      - Y/N? - she looked to her side to see Peter standing next to her. They’ve known each other since freshers and if there was someone who was always wide awake during twenty four hour shifts it was him. He worked currently in the clinical biochemistry laboratory, mostly coming over to visit Y/N whenever they were working on cardiac infection cases together. - I looked at the file you gave me. CRP is actually present but quite low, could be recovery phase from an infection. My guess with abdominal pain would be a UTI. 

     - You reckon it hit recovery phase by itself? 

     - Listen, some pharmacy assistant might’ve given him antibiotics. Who knows but I’d get a urine analysis, do some cultures and see how’s it going but from my point of view, it’s in recovery phase. 

    - You’re a superstar, Peter. - she hugged him just as the lift doors opened. - You’re going up?

    - Yeah, it’s dinner time. I think they’re serving meatballs today. Exciting stuff. - the two stepped onto the lift. - Miriam said Dr. Stan came down today. You’re still giving him hell?

    - I am not giving him hell. He’s just constantly sending samples either mislabelled or misplaced and he expects me to lecture his nursing staff about it. 

    - I don’t know, Y/N. Back at university you spent 2 hours arguing an answer with a lecturer, I just think you like arguing. - he chuckled as the doors opened onto the floor where the cafeteria was. - Or maybe you like arguing with Dr. Stan. 

Before she could complain about the snide comment, Peter took to having a chat with a nurse he was particular sweet on leaving Y/N with her mouth open ready to argue and a finger pointed at him. She rolled her eyes, collecting herself as she released her hair from the ponytail which held it safely high up so her scalp could rest for a few hours before it had to go back up. Walking into the green lit cafeteria, the room was filled with half asleep medical staff digging through the bland food like mindless zombies. She did not blame them, she too sometimes would switch off her brain during breaks but lately all the free time she had was dedicated to applications after applications, despite the fact she kept getting rejections every single day. 

The scientist grabbed a worn out plastic blue tray, getting a batch on weirdly shaped meatballs from the cafeteria lady as well as some odly too yellow noodles. Hey, it is food, her brain told her as she grabbed a diet Pepsi and a slice of apple pie which was the only eatable dessert around. 

     - Didn’t you owe me dinner?

     - You almost made me drop my tray. - she gave the resident doctor a dirty look, gripping tighter onto the tray. - And I’ll be damned if I ever owe you dinner but I do have your blood culture results and we did sort out your weird infection case.

      - It is not my infection case. 

     - Fine, your patient’s infection case. God heavens if any interns knew that you had an infection, that way they wouldn’t fawn over you. - she rolled her eyes at him, setting her tray in the first table she came over. He did the same, placing his tray right in front of hers before sitting in the metal chair with a cocky grin.  - Go away, I’ll send over the report to your office. 

      - Have you not figured it out yet and trying to buy yourself more time? Or are you trying to escape the dinner date you set up with me?

      - That might work on your interns but not on me, Stan. Besides, it is an infection.

       - But there’s no worrying levels CRP besides, what about the abdominal pain? Surely CRP and white blood cells would be off the roof. 

       - Okay, since you probably missed Biochemistry in med school I will explain it to you. The CRP levels are high during initial phases and lower down during resolve. Your patient is probably on recovery phase already. Recovery means it is fixing itself. Do you need me to explain CRP to you?

     - If you pulled that out with any other doctor, you would’ve gotten told off.

     - Other doctors don’t ask me stupid questions. - she pointed her fork at him. - Dr. Mackie never sends the samples in the wrong vials. 

     - What about the blood cultures?

     - Congratulations, Dr. Your patient is not septic. It’s most likely localised but I’d suggest ordering some X-rays if you wanna localise where it actually is. I wash my hands of your troubles. - she shrugged, wrapping her fork in the spaghetti laying on her plate. - Need anything else, Dr. Stan?

      - I remember being promised a dinner date.

      - You should get your ears checked, the only thing I promised you was data and you’re lucky I also gave you a data ana ... - the scientist was interrupted by her pager beeping loudly against her belt. She grumbled, looking down at her belt with a look that would scare  anyone. - Duty calls.

       - How convenient it went off now. 

       - Unlike you, Dr. Stan, I have a team to lead.

       - Sounds complicated, Y/N. You sure you don’t need a babysitter?

She turned around as she was about to leave, raising his middle finger at him before rushing down the hall as her pager beeped uncontrollably. So much for not paging her during dinner time. Someone better be dying, she thought to herself as she slide her card into the door slot to get access. What she came in contact with was not what she was expecting from a laboratory of trained professionals. Miriam was holding one of the trainees head forward whose nose was bleeding all over her worktop bench.

      - Miriam, what the fuck?

      - Don’t look at me. Thomas ... - she squinted at the boy whose head she was holding forward. - Started bleeding when he smelled the knee aspiration.

      - Oh no. - Y/N put some gloves on before walking over to the two. - Okay, Miriam call a code orange. I’ll take Thomas upstairs and get him sorted.

      - It’s so stinky.

      - I know. - Y/N handed them two cotton balls from the jar to her left. - Put  them up your nose.

What would be a day in the laboratory if a newbie didn’t either faint or got nose  bleeds from samples? Definitely not a day in her laboratory. She looked around the busy hospital grounds, trying to find any free, available nurses but they were all overworked. No wonder why, whenever midnight rolled around, people started coming in left and right from club brawls and the grounds were always a nightmare.

      - What you got there, Miss Y/L/N? Is this how you lead your team?

      - Fuck off, Stan. I do not have time to listen to your comments, I need to find a nurse.

      - What happened, kid? - Sebastian looked to the 19 year old medical laboratory assistant holding cotton against his nose. - Lab that bad? Come on, I’ll fix you up.   

      - Thanks. - she mumbled, following the two men into one of the free areas. Thomas sat on the table while Sebastian pulled up a chair to sit in, Y/N remaining up on her feet. 

      - So kid, what happened? Y/N rough you up too much?

      - He got a nosebleed from the smell of a knee fluid from an aspiration. - Y/N replied to him, much to Thomas delight who felt more than embarrassed about the situation he was in. - Is this what you’re doing now, Dr. Stan? Minor cases? Did the chief of medicine finally realised you’re unqualified?

      - No. - he spoke as he pointed out his light at the trainees nose, to look for any specific damage. - One of my patient’s in critical care but it seems to have stabilised for now at least. 

      - Oh ... sorry. What happened to them?

      - Sepsis. - he turned off the lights. - Listen kid, it’s nothing to bad. Just stay sat here and firmly pinch the soft part of your nose, just above your nostrils, for about 15 minutes. Don’t forget to lean forward and breathe through your mouth. Me or one of the nurses will come check on you after to see if it has improved but so far, so good.

     -  I’ll return to the lab. Page me when you’re ready to return, okay? - she gave the young starter a kind smile before pulling the curtains and letting him be. Unfortunately for her, Stan would not let her be. - Keep it.

     - How weak are your staff? How are they gonna react to when they actually see infected body parts?

     - I said keep it. - she crossed her arms, ready to leave and return to the laboratory until she remembered something. She turned around on her heel, passive aggressive smile on her lips as she leaned her head on her shoulder. - Also, Dr. Stan, the infected tissue samples you sent us had the wrong birthdate on them.

     - C’mon Y/N.

     - They’re on hold until you speak with the laboratory manager about them. Good luck.

He opened his mouth to fight with her but she had already gotten into the elevator. The rest of her shift was pretty uneventful with her and a few of her colleagues having to pick up the pace to get everything sorted before they left. Miriam and her fiance left first at 1AM leaving Y/N to count the minutes til 2 AM rolled around. Once the clock read 2AM, like a speeder, she was out of that laboratory and into the elevator before anyone could call her. Walking to her parking spot, the sky was dark, the lot light by harsh yellow barely brightening. As she walked over to the second handed baby blue Fiat 500, she noticed someone hunched over and sat on the top of a black new model Audi, smoke coming out from his cigarette. Normally, she would’ve just avoided it and gotten into her car to go home but the turquoise scrubs were much too familiar at this point.

    - Dr. Stan? - her boots hit the gravel as she stood just a few meters away from him. - Do they not teach you in medical school that smoking increases the chance of lung cancer?

    - Not now, Y/N. - no sarcastic remark? That was a new one. He threw the cigarette butt onto the ground once it was all over, feet rubbing it against the gravel. - Not now.

    - I thought your shift finished at 1:30? Pulling overtime hours? Someone needed your assistance? Death time?

    - My septic patient died. - she immediately wished she hadn’t said anything. Death was not something she particularly dealt with. Surely, some results were awful, specially in cases of ultra resistant bacteria showing up in the blood but that’s what they were, results. She didn’t see the patient, in all honesty all she would know the patient would be by a barcode number. - Sepsis quickly lead to organ failure. I don’t understand ... she was getting better.

    - Sepsis is unpredictable. You did the best you could do. 

    - And you’d know? All you do is be in the laboratory and do tests. What would you know about it?

    - Okay ... - she put her hands on her hips. - Are you on any antibiotics, prescription pain killers, sedative drugs, statins or any antidepressants?

     - I don’t see the point. 

     - The bar nearby has a discount for hospital staff. It’s only a five minute walk and everyone else is so miserable, you don’t feel bad about being miserable.

     - I’m not going to the bar in my scrubs, Y/N.

     - If you’re okay wearing those ... - she pointed at his scrubs. - Then you are okay wearing them at the bar.

She was right, the bar did look miserable. Not in a miserable way which would require regulation to shut down the place but miserable in a way one would just be at home wallowing in their pity with a pint of beer and right now that was all he needed. He sat in a sticky red booth, in front of her with a pint of beer while she picked a cocktail from the menu.

     - You don’t seem like the type of girl who’d come here.

     - And I’m not but they sell really cheap burgers at lunchtime. - she put her hand under her chin. - Besides, I’ve done this before.

     - When did you convince someone to come to the bar because their patient flat lined?

     - You know Dr. Liam Watts?

     - Surgery residency? I’ve heard about him before. - her lips tensed in a straight line as she leaned her head on her shoulder. - No. You’ve been here with Bucktooth Watts before? 

    - Yeah... even after he clearly needed support after he couldn’t save his first patient, he still decided to take me on a date here.

    - I’m sorry, you dated Bucktooth Watts? - he chuckled, downing whatever was left of his pint, signalling the bartender to bring him another one.

   - This is why we don’t hang out. He’s not bucktoothed. 

   - Sure, sure. I see the appeal, I mean over Christmas at least you have someone to cut the carrots. 

The night went onwards with a bunch of maybe irresponsible drinking. Y/N was two mojitos in and she was already tipsy and giggling like a school girl, not really used to drinking. Sebastian was in the same state as her, trying not to laugh at everything as they stepped outside to grab a taxi. At least both of them were conscious enough to decide not to drive.

   - No, you did not get locked in the vroom cupboard during your residency. - she held her belly as she laughed.

   - I did and my senior doctor did not notice I was gone. I was stuck there for 5 hours.

   - Oh god. - she held herself against the wall. - I always knew you were a clutz. You know, you’re the only doctor who hasn’t told off his nurses about the blood  bottles.  

   - Can I tell you a secret? - he whispered mid laughter. - I am afraid of them.

   - Oh my god. - she held her hand on his shoulder covering her mouth with the other one. - See, this is why I constantly argue with you. You’re soft, doctor.

   - Arguing with you is the best part of my day. You look really hot when you’re telling me off.

   - You look terrible when I tell you off. - the two of them stopped laughing, looking into each other eyes for the first time since they’d been out of the laboratory. Maybe it was the alcohol but at that moment, the best idea to the two of them was to lean towards each other, his hands grasping each side of her waist as they connected the space between them, getting together into a hot long kiss.

[otonymous]

A Bolt From The Blue (MLQC Shaw - NSFW) - Part II: Formal Introductions

Description: A stranger finds himself in a strange place Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language & mature themes — reader discretion is advised.  Potential trigger warnings: mild depictions of injuries, police, profanity Word Count: 1328 words (~7 mins of tension and the beginnings of love) Author’s Notes: First of all, I just wanted to give everyone who read, liked, reblogged, and/or commented on Chapter 1 of this fic a massive THANK YOU!  It has been an absolute joy to read through your reactions to the story so far, and I hope you will continue to join me on this wild (and eventually, sexy) ride! 😂 That being said, here’s Chapter 2!  Hope you all enjoy the read 💖

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“Ahh—!”

A large hand clamps over your mouth to muffle the scream of shock when you wake to a pair of amber eyes staring intently into yours.  Then you remember that you had given up your bed to the man you now knew went by the name of Shaw.

At least that was what was on the ID card you found in his wallet.

“Finally awake, Sleeping Beauty?  Care to tell me where I am?”

Once assured you had sufficiently calmed, Shaw lowers his hand, turning his attention to your tiny apartment.  You straighten up from where you had fallen asleep, kneeling on the floor beside the bed with your head slumped on the pillow just next to his face.  Cheeks burning, you bite your lip to distract from the way your skin still tingled in the places he had touched.

“You’re at my place.  But don’t worry, I live alone.”

“I figured that much,” he says, trying to prop himself up on his elbows before his face contorts in pain.  You quickly rearrange the cushions and pillows behind him for support.  Shaw reaches towards his bare abdomen, hand trembling slightly as his fingers trace over the bandaged stitches holding it together.  “How did you…?”

“My next door neighbour did it.  He was a doctor back in his home country and owed me a favour.  I figured it would be a bad idea to take you to a hospital given…given everything that’s going on.  You can trust him, he’ll be discreet.”

Shaw heaves a sigh; even that seems to hurt him.  “How long have I been out?”

“Almost two days.”

“Shit.”  His brows pinch together.  “Do you have my phone?”

Nodding, you make your way to the kitchen counter where it sat along with the things that fell from his pockets when you undressed him as per your neighbour’s instructions: his wallet, a pack of cinnamon gum, a key and a guitar pick.

The phone lights up at your touch when you hand it over.  You pretend like you don’t notice the photo of the two young boys on the lock screen — one taller than the other, both wearing matching smiles and big, amber eyes.

You watch from the side, waiting with bated breath as Shaw scrolls through the messages with an impatient hand, the expression on his face growing darker with each swipe until he’s throwing off the sheets, pale lips trembling in pain as he tries to maneuver off the bed.  “I have to go.”

“But, wait…you’re not fully healed yet!  The doctor said it would likely be another day or two before you should start moving about—”

“I ain’t got that time.”  Feet finally on the ground, Shaw looks down, seeming to realize for the first time that he’s completely naked save for his boxers.  “Could you, um…pass my clothes?”

His cheeks grow pink.  You clear your throat.

Knock, knock.

Freezing in the midst of gathering his belongings, both your gazes shoot to the door when a muffled voice on the other side calls, “Loveland City Police!  Anyone home?”

Tossing Shaw the bundle in your arms, you push him back into bed, holding a finger to your lips for silence before you throw the covers over him.  Running sweaty palms over disheveled hair, you breathe deep, opening the door just enough for the chain to pull taut.

“Good morning, Miss.  I’m Detective Lai and this is Officer Wong from the Loveland City Police Department.  We’re currently conducting an investigation in the area.  Have you seen either of these men around here lately?”

Putting away his badge, Officer Wong holds up several large photographs, one a grainy picture from what appeared to be security footage, and a couple of mugshots.  You keep your expression flat as you pretend to study the one of Shaw’s face.

“Doesn’t ring a bell, I’m sorry.”  

Shaking your head for emphasis, you try to ignore the heat prickling beneath your collar when Detective Lai leans against the doorframe, gaze sharp as he sweeps the space behind you before finally relenting.  “Sorry to have disturbed you, Miss.  Please don’t hesitate to inform us if you notice anything out of the ordinary.”

Quickly shutting the door, you slide to the tiled floor of the entryway, shaking so hard your teeth chatter.  Suddenly, a hand thrusts into your field of vision, making you jump: Shaw is standing before you, one arm outstretched to help you up as the other hovers over his bandaged abdomen.

“You should be resting.”  The words leave your lips in a whisper.

He doesn’t budge. ��“Don’t worry about me, I’m stronger than I look.”

And when you finally place your hand in his, the smile that brightens that handsome face brings one to your own.

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“You win.  Looks like I’m not going anywhere anytime soon with the cops crawling all over the place.”

Shaw’s voice drifts to the kitchen from where he lay on your bed.  Avoiding a cloud of steam when you lift the lid from a pot on the stove, the comforting smell of ginger and scallions wafts to tickle your nose as you portion out a single serving of congee, bearing it over to him on a tray.

“Here.  It’s not much, but it’s easy on the stomach.  Careful, it’s hot—!”

The congee splatters onto your sheets when Shaw drops the ceramic spoon, hissing as he sticks out a burnt tongue like an accident-prone child.  Biting back a chuckle at the discord between the man before you now and the one who had valiantly saved you during the robbery, you quickly reach for the glass of water on your bedside table, watching him gulp it down for dear life.

“I know it’s no Coke and Pepsi, but I hope it’ll do anyways.”

He laughs, and the sound tightens around your heart before he almost chokes on his water, coughing violently into the crook of his elbow and breathing deep to ride out the wave of pain radiating from his torso.

“Wow.  So she can tell jokes too in addition to saving lives.  Impressive, just like the lies you told the cops.  I have to say though, I’m surprised you noticed my drink of choice.  All those nights I came in, you barely even looked at me.  I was starting to wonder whether or not I was invisible.”

A smirk curls upon his lips; you wondered how they would taste.  Then, after a beat of silence, he says, “Thank you.  For everything.  I owe you my life.”

His amber eyes hold yours, completely devoid of sarcasm.  Counting to three before the intensity forces your gaze down to the fraying edges of your house slippers, the fierce beating of your heart makes you feel faint.  

“I’m just repaying a favour.  I haven’t thanked you yet for saving me that day you took out the robber with your skateboard.”

“Was nothin’.  Just happened to be in the right place at the right time.”  He shrugs, running a hand through his hair before extending it to you for the second time that day.  “Name’s Shaw, by the way.”

You stop breathing when your hands touch, hope your cheeks won’t betray you with their traitorous red when those long fingers tightened to hear you say yours in return.

“I know.  I’ve seen it on the tag on your uniform many times now.”  He repeats your name, soft and with intent, as if the tip of his tongue held something of infinite importance.  “It’s nice…suits you.  I like it.”

Raising a spoonful of congee, Shaw puckers his lips, blowing gently to cool it off first this time around.

“I like your congee too.”

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[dallaswinstonsleatherjacket]

Sedated from hosier prompt list

Death. Ok then.

You didnt say which ship so-D a l l y p o p

also i wrote this at 2am and just edited it in English class so its not that good I'm v sorry-

Soda ran desperately through the halls of the hospital, skidding to a stop in front of a desk.

“Please-” he panted. “Please I need-I need to see my-my friend-”

“Room?” The lady sitting behind the desk seemed uninterested, snapping her gum and peering over her glasses at Soda.

“I don't-I don't know, he just got here-they said it's bad-”

“You have his name, at least?” The woman said impatiently, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, yeah-Dallas Winston.”

He repeated it over and over in his head like a mantra while the woman looked around her desk, shuffling through papers. Dallas Winston. Dallas Winston. Dallas Winston.

“Room 193.” She said finally, and Soda mumbled a quick thank you before running off.

He hated hospitals. Last time he had been in one, his brother nearly died, and the time before that, his parents did die. They seemed like a bad omen, a sign. The white tile on the floor blurred as he ran, as fast as he could for a hospital. 

“190, 192-oh.”

Soda stopped outside the room. He tried not to look at the charts on the door, all reading URGENT and CRITICAl. Leaning his head on the door, he closed his eyes for a minute before pushing the door open and walking in.

It was worse than he ever could have imagined. 

Dally looked small and pale in the bed, weak in a way Soda had never seen him before. The ivory sheets were pulled tight around him, tucked under the mattress as tight as if he was in the army. His hands, which were pale as well, and looked freezing, rested calmly on his stomach, folded neatly. If Soda didn't know any better, he would have thought he was dead.

Blonde hair was strewn out all over the pillow, but less than usual. Some had been shaved close to the scalp near the back, where a few small bandages were placed. Tubes came out of everywhere, and a pale blue, slightly transparent mask covered his mouth and nose. Soda thought it might be for breathing, although he wasn't doing much of that. Dally’s breaths were short and shallow and far between, and if Soda had time to cry he would have, right then.

“Dally..” The words came out a whisper, his chest hurt, pressure sat on it like a rock. His fingers felt numb, and he thought he might faint if he kept standing there, so he walked closer.

He took a seat, the closest one to Dally's bed. He didn't know why the room was empty, someone should have been here with him, but no one was. It was just him and Dally and the beep of the heart monitor. 

“Dally.” He tried again, and it was slightly stronger this time. He grasped one of Dally’s hands and felt its coldness as he wrapped it in his. “Dally…”

The hand squeezed a bit back, and Soda almost jumped out of his chair. One of the fingers twitched, and then Dally's eyes opened.

Soda should've called for a doctor. He was too busy trying not to cry.

“Sodapop.” The voice was hoarse, muffled through the mask. His eyes looked like they hurt to keep open, they kept fluttering shut as if by their own accord. Dally squeezed Soda’s hand again as if to make sure he was real.

“Yeah-yeah, Dally. I'm right here.” Soda stood up and then sat down gingerly on the side of the bed, leaving a gentle kiss on Dally's forehead. 

“What-what happened?”

“I don't know, Dally-” Soda's eyes were filling. “They called the house and said that you got in an accident-I was the only one there, I ran over-god, Dally-I thought-I thought-”

“I know. I know.” Dally's voice was calming, and Soda shook his head. He wasn't supposed to be the crying one here.

“Do you feel okay? I should get a doctor-” Soda moved towards the door, but Dally grabbed his hand again.

“N-no. Please-please, stay here.”

Soda stayed silent, nodding.

“They shaved.,..they shaved my head.” Dally raised his other hand to run his fingers over his bandages. “Now-now I'm as ugly as Two-bit.” He seemed to be having trouble getting words out, but his smirk was the same, even if halfhearted.

“Yes….yes you are.” Soda pulled Dally's hand away from the bandages. “Don't pick at those, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Dally shifted a little, and then winced and moved back.

“You okay? You need a doctor?” Soda asked worriedly as Dally moved.

“Naw, I’m fine-the stupid IV-” Dally collapsed backwards, his eyes closing a bit. Then; “I dunno how much longer I can stay awake, Pepsi-cola…”

“You should sleep if you're tired.”

“Will you stay with-me?” Dally’s words were getting more and more slurred. 

“Of course I will.” Soda's voice was clear, he moved back to the chair, still holding onto Dally’s hand.

“I love-I love you, Soda.”

“I love you too, Dally.” 

It was taking everything in Soda not to cry.

Two hours later, Soda woke up to the sound of a heart monitor flatlining. He was drowning in the panicked waves of doctors and nurses around him. One tried to lead him out, but he resisted. Someone was yelling, it could've been him, he couldn't tell. He was crying, he knew it, struggling against someone's grip as he felt the pain shoot through his heart, he could feel Dally leaving in his chest. He was begging him to please wait, please don't go yet, but he couldn't hear a response.

The frantic commotion stopped eventually. The screaming kept going.

Soda returned home that night, eyes cold and tear-stained, surrounded by dark circles. His face was tear-stained, his hands were shaking, his throat felt sore. 

The house was dark, most of the lights were out. Darry was waiting in the chair in the living room, holding the hasty note Soda had scribbled and looking extremely worried.

Soda collapsed into his arms, tears falling once again.

[2018shawn]

newborn???

I’m soft for dad!Tom atm so how about surprising him that you’re pregnant by giving him a mini Spider-Man suit. 🥺🥺🥺

a/n: I can’t believe how much I’m writing am I feeling OkAyY??? I really loved this request so THANK U I also really enjoyed writing this and think it may be one of my favourite things ever wieghnksd thank u to @shawnsmoose​ for putting up with me annoying her 

a/n 2.0: can we also appreciate the ending bc I feel it is true tom style ... caring ... but not necessary 

warnings: the teeniest tiniest talk of smut until Tom does a tom. swearing I think?? maybe??? fluff???? TESSA. BABIES. HAPPY BYE 

You sighed, looking at the ridiculously big clock on the wall opposite you. 6pm; Still at least another hour until Tom got home and that’s with the best of traffic. Straightening the table runner yet again, you brushed over it with your hands to remove any creases before moving on to straightening the cutlery. It was funny, really; that you thought cooking tom’s favourite dinner would somehow soften the blow of the news you had to break to him.

Okay, you said aloud to yourself, stepping back with your hands on your hips to admire your - if you say so yourself – perfect display. Checking under your seat where you always sat, you made sure the small gift bag was there, just in case you’d dreamt putting it there, nodding to yourself when you saw it sat waiting. Might as well make a start on the vegetables.

In the kitchen, you played some soft music to calm your nerves. You stood in the door of the refrigerator, the light hitting you as you squinted at the half-finished bottle of white wine which was screaming your name. It’s gonna be a long 9 months. Sighing as you grabbed the peach lemonade instead; you flipped it towards the counter, feeling super impressed with yourself when it landed upright. Tom and Jake would never, you thought, laughing to yourself as you recalled their excitement on the plane when they managed to get it in the cup holder in one go.

It was safe to say, after one and a half months of him filming in a completely different country, you were ready for him to return as even the pictures on the walls were rolling their eyes at you talking to yourself. Your phone pinged, and you pulled it from your back pocket before it had even stopped vibrating.

Traffic ain’t too bad. See you soon, baby girl 🥺🏡💛

Can’t wait, roastie’s are in the oven and beers in the fridge 🐷🍺

Marry me? 💛💛💛

You giggled as you were about to shove your phone back in your pocket, another vibration forcing you to open your phone screen again.

Actually, that’s not even a question. You will marry me 🍑😈

“Oh honey, I’m homeeeeee!” He sang, and you heard his suitcase roll across the hard hallway floor before it stopped, assumingly being propped up at the bottom of the stairs. You’d missed his goofy ways, he annoyingly loud voice, his warm hugs.

He practically ran into the kitchen, hitting the breaks when he saw you heading towards his direction. “HI,” he screamed, actually running up to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You think he almost knocked you over, but you knew he wouldn’t allow that to happen. Holding you close, he made a super squishy noise as he bear hugged you, lifting you off the ground.

“Hi, baby” You giggled, pulling your head away, your chests still touching, and arms still tangled around each other.

His lips came crashing down, eager to feel you, touch you, taste you. He’d missed you more than he’d let on since he’d been away. He knew you struggled being alone for such a long period of time, so he took it upon himself to be the stronger one, insisting that it wasn’t long until he’d be home and you’re in his arms. He, of course, felt even possibly worse than you did, wanting nothing more to be home with you, to make sure you’re safe. He’d be lying if he said his brothers coming around to borrow his computer shit was all coincidental.

He tasted of a mixture of mento’s, the mint ones, and cherry pepsi max and it felt infectious. He hummed into your lips as your fingers found their way into his bouncy hair and his fingers curled into your waist, almost like he was checking you were actually real. “How long do we have until dinner’s ready?” He smirked, nudging your nose with his.

On cue, the timer on the oven starting a repetitive beep and he groaned, pouting his bottom lip out like a little kid when you walked away, swaying your hips with an extra bounce. He tried distracting you as you dished up your meal, which was the last thing he wanted to eat with you stood in front of him. “Tom, I need to talk to you first, remember.”

“Yeah, but we could also talk after?” His arms were wrapped around your waist as you spooned the vegetable on his overloaded plate; you were definitely a feeder. You swatted his arm away as he tried to steal a roast potato, which were of course covered in your secret seasoning. He managed to sneak one, groaning and whistling out loud when he realised it was far too hot for consumption. Raising your eyebrows, you scowled him as if to say I told you so.

To say he was more interested in tasting you than tasting his dinner, it wasn’t on his plate for longer than 7 minutes, approx, washing the whole thing down with the rest of his beer. He joked that he’d finished filming now, meaning there was room for more food without a strict diet for once.

“So, you wanted to talk?” He asked, leaning back in his chair as he patted at his stomach. Oh the irony.

“Uh, yeh…” you shuffled in your seat, palms feeling sweaty and throat going a little dry, “I got you something.”

You started to bend down, to retrieve your gift from under the table but he slid back in his chair, causing a screech across the wooden floor, “OOOO, NO. I got YOU something!”

“No, Tom, can it…” he was already out the door heading to his suitcase before you could finish, leaving you to finish your sentence, “… wait.”

He came back through, holding a tiny bag, placing a delicate kiss on your forehead. “There was this little store and I knew you’d love it, because you like silver jewellery, so I got this made.” He shoved it in your hands, pulling the seat out and sitting next to you, instead of in his normal seat opposite. Your heart warmed at his thoughtful gift, although you had to chew at your lip as your nerves built. Inside was a little box, wrapped in a delicate white ribbon, with assumingly the company name’s initials embossed onto the front. It was like he was watching you open a Christmas present, spilling tails of how he thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s got you yet and if you don’t wear it, he will. Your lips parted as you opened the lid, the silver bangle shining up at you. Wrapped around were three separate charms; two T’s, and your own initial. “Because we’re like a little family, right? And I wanted to be with you, and you…” he laughed as he stroked Tessa who was sat under his feet, “even if I’m physically not.”

You weren’t soft, by any stretch of the imagination, but something about tom made you feel like jelly and melt like butter. “I bloody love you, you idiot.” You beamed, “it’s beautiful, thank you.” You couldn’t help but note how there may soon need to be another initial on there, panicking as you played his words over in your mind. We’re like a little family. What if what you’re about to tell him is going to ruin everything? What if he doesn’t want it? What if he doesn’t want you?

“So… my turn now,” he smiled, fluttering his eyelashes at you. You sighed heavily. Here goes nothing. Reaching under your chair, his eyebrows raised with an impressed glow at your organisation, much different to his presentation. He furrowed his eyebrows, hands reaching out for the small, brown gift bag, clinching his fingers back and forth like a little kid himself.

If he thought you opened your present slowly, boy, did he wanna be in your shoes right now. He fought with the white tissue paper you’d wrapped the small item in, muttering to himself as he eventually just ragged it out and threw it behind him, tessa immediately jumping to it and running around with it in her mouth like the proudest dog in the world.

The pattern of the item was familiar to him - how could it not be? The red and blue suit, with black lines decorating the majority, was exceptionally smaller compared to the one he wore on set. His face was scrunched up in confusion, “you know I can just get one that fits me right?”

“It’s not meant to fit you,” you rolled your eyes, reaching over and turning over the size tag that was still attached.

“First size/newborn” he whispered to himself, “newborn...”

He sat for about 10 seconds in silence, and it killed you, because it felt like 10 hours. His eyes finally snapped up to meat your worried overwatch, “NEWBORN?!”

Excitingly repeating the word, he pointed at the small baby grow “newborn?”

Then to his (in true Tom style) his penis, “newborn?”

And then finally to your lower stomach, “newborn?”

You nodded, bringing your lips together into a thin line as you let him digest the news. He grabbed the small sleepsuit, clutching it in his hand as he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around you, wanting to never let go. “I didn’t know if you wanted this yet, and I understand if you’re not ready, and we can talk, but I really think I...”

He pulled you back, a hand on each shoulder, resting his forehead against yours. “Y/N, this is the best fucking this to ever happen to me, to us. Thank you so much...” your eyes filled up, just as his did, only yours was with relief. You’d never considered getting rid of the baby, and hoped Tom didn’t want to either, but you did come to accept that he might not be ready.

“I think I should thank you, it’s you that looked really hot at the premiere. And it’s also you that didn’t pull out quick enough, evidently” You giggled, and he laughed too, using his thumbs to wipe the tears that were only just escaping your eyes.

“You looked hot too.” He stated, giving you a peck on the lips. “How long have you known?”

“About a week, I knew your dumb ass would fly home and ruin filming for something that’s the size of a blueberry.”

“Oh my god, we got a baby blueberryyyy” he grinned, his hand coming down to rest on your stomach.

“I mean, yeh, but at the minute all you’ll feel is just roast potatoes in there”

Tucked up in bed, you rested on his chest, his fingers drawing random patterns on your side as you leant into him. “Are we really.. gonna do this?” You stuttered out, feeling his lips press to the top of your head.

He adjusted so you shuffled gently onto your back, rolling himself on top of you, leaning on his forearms to be careful not to crush you, and your blueberry. “I wouldn’t ever force you to keep it... him... her? Baby berry?... But I know you’re just scared. And I am too but that’s ok.” He pressed loving kisses to your tingling lips between each set of words as your hands toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck, “I mean, we were gonna have one eventually.”

“We were?” You smirked, interested to hear more.

“Mhmmm...” he hummed, moving his lips from your mouth and across your jaw, eventually ending up at the delicate skin on your neck as he spoke, “I think 3. 1 boy, 1 girl, 1 blueberry...” Your laugh filled the room at not only his tom-ness, but the way his breath tickled your neck as he spoke. “In a big house, and another tessa, maybe a couple more chickens because my kids are gonna love dippy egg and soldiers.”

His tongue lapped the areas his teeth were nibbling, swapping his needy, harsh touch for a more gentle approach. You groaned into him, back arching as he grazed all your sensitive spots, his hands running up your t shirt and cupping your breast. You moaned his name into him, with nothing but love filling the word.

Your nipples grew hard between his fingers as he toyed with you, barely noticing how he was moving around on top of you, reaching over to the bedside drawer and rummaging through.

“Tom, what on Earth are you doing?” You laughed.

“Getting a condom?

[vkookjamz]

⋆☽Kitten☾⋆

|| Prologue. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12.

| 𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑥 𝐶𝑎𝑡-𝐻𝑦𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 |

"𝘉-𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭..?"

𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬'𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯. 𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦..

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Y/n's POV

Eyes now widened, you gripped the arm rest on your left. Your ears stood up, becoming stiffened along with your tail twitching in alert.

Who said that- What said that?? That definitely wasn't your conscience- It sounded- familiar, but your mind couldn't seem to come up with anything to pair the voice to.

The voice was feminine, deep and smooth it sounded almost like a mother's who was singing their child a lullaby.

But deep down in the pit of your stomach you just had a feeling it was instead masking a siren. Who's sweet sound would slowly lure you into its trap leading to your ultimate demise.

'I will awaken' 'do not fear what you are that's their job' Who is going to wake up and why would people be afraid?

You felt your head get dizzy and your body heat up. You felt as if you were about to pass out until it spoke again.

Calm yourself.

That's rich, how exactly were you supposed to do that when you're pretty sure you've gone mad.

'you're not crazy y/n- just close your eyes, take a nap, you're probably just tired and hungry that's all'

You spoke to yourself, repeating affirmations inside your mind until you heard it once again.

ha..

Growing irritated at whatever this was, you heard the eerily seducing tone giggle softly, causing you to let a snarl form on your face as you growled under your breath.

Oh come on now it's laughing at you?? How the hell was this possible- one second you're just staring at the moon on your way to dinner with the boys and now you've completely lost your shit?

Dear child, I am you. You are me.

'what are you talking about- I'm me..'

"Uh baby girl? we're here" Jungkook rubbed your back softly, tilting his head as he scanned his eyes over you.

Inhaling a deep breath from your nose, your eyes snapped open glancing around the car you saw the other members lazily unbuckling their seatbelts.

They all were getting up with slight groans and happy sighs while putting on their masks and coats, preparing to enter the restaurant you all were currently in the parking lot of.

Shaking your head you frowned your brows together confused. Had you been asleep? Was what you experienced a dream?

You didn't remember falling asleep- just looking at the moon, then everything got quiet, then the voice. Your eyes never closed, you know they didn't.

Looking back at Jungkook you blinked a few times to focus then nodded quickly. "Ah- yes I'm sorry Appa- I spaced out I guess"

He chuckled giving you a cute side smile, shaking his head he quickly threw his own coat over your shoulders, helping you out of the car and reaching down to hold your hand, knitting his fingers together with yours.

"It's alright baby, now that you had a little snooze during the drive I'm sure you should be plenty hungry yeah?" he ruffled the top of your head closing his door.

"I-I- slept..?" you frowned looking up at him, your grip on his hand tightening. Jungkook nodded looking back at you with pursed lips letting out a small laugh. "Yeah the moment we got in the car you looked out the window for a moment then passed out- I was worried at first but Namjoon-Hyung said you were probably just exhausted since- you know, first time being a human and we did a lot"

So you had fallen asleep..

Maybe what you heard was just you having a dream, after all Namjoon was right, you had done a lot since you were in your new form.

And one time when Hoseok woke up to take out the trash in the middle of the night, he swears he heard racoons talking to him- but we all thought he was just too tired and his mind was playing tricks on him. Maybe it was the same with you?

"Yah come on you two! Tae is starving!" Jimin spoke with a chuckle as he jogged down to walk beside the two of you. Wrapping an arm around both yours and Jungkook's neck.

You smiled with a nod, looking between him and Jungkook then facing the doors of the restaurant as you all approached it. Hopefully dinner would put you at ease.

~Time Skippy~

After you all had entered the restaurant, you noticed there wasn't too many people inside, which was equally good and bad.

Good because that meant you wouldn't have any trouble finding a table, or have to wait to long for your food, but bad because with no people around, the boys wouldn't have to hide their crackhead selves as they ate.

And when they ate, they would be at the peak of their crackhead energy. It was embarrassing at times but you loved it regardless- so okay maybe it wasn't BAD, just them being themselves.

"Yah where is the meat- I need meat" Namjoon spoke scrunching his nose up at the sight of the many lobsters on their table.

Taking a large bite of his own lobster Jungkook hummed singing with his cheeks stuffed. "I need you meat~"

"Jungkook please don't be like Jimin and start singing memes-"

"To be fair Hyung, you ordered a ridiculous amount of lobster-" Yoongi pointed out taking a swig of his wine.

"Oh so you want me to ask the waiter to take yours back?" Jin raised his brows eyeing the second oldest.

Yoongi pursed his lips grabbing his plate and pulled it closer to himself. "....No"

"Exactly, now hush and eat like Taehyung, he hasn't said a word since he sat down so that means he's eating well~" Jin praised continuing to eat his own plate of food.

Taehyung's head poked up, his cheeks filled with his noodles as he held a fork with meat attached to it in one hand and his other dipping into his bowl of soup.

"Wah you're eating like a pig- slow down or you'll choke-" Hoseok chuckled shaking his head as he took a small bite of his own food.

Jimin merely smirked at Hoseok's comment as Taehyung pouted then scrunched his nose to frown as he proceeded to eat. You on the other hand where just sitting watching all of the males as they joked and ate, you hadn't even touched your salmon.

"Princess you're not eating are you alright?" Yoongi nodded over to you from across his spot at the table, your ears perked from under your beanie and you nodded with a small sweet smile.

"Ah yeah uncle Yoongs, I'm just watching you all- it kinda entertains me more than eating I guess" you chuckled as you picked up your fork, beginning to dig into your meal.

"Ahh, you know- this actually reminds me of our very first meal together you know? The night Jungkook-ah brought you home and we all ate ramen in the dorms" Namjoon smiled revealing his dimples at you, as the waiter came placing his well waited for steak in front of him.

Jungkook's eyes brightened as he licked his lips nodding at the other. "Yeah Hyungs sent me out in the middle of the night to get them food when I could've been kidnapped"

"Oh shut up you muscle pig you're too heavy for anyone to kidnap" Jimin laughed leaning back in his chair, his sweet smile causing you to giggle as you looked back at a slightly offended Jungkook.

"Yah I was fifteen! you never know!" Jungkook huffed. You patted his hand gently nuzzling your head against his shoulder with a purr.

"Actually- I don't remember much of that night- what was all of your reactions when you first saw me..?" you blushed sitting up as you took a bite of your food nervously.

Everyone seemed to smile to themselves after your question, which made you a little uneasy and worried- but you were still curious.

"Well, I opened the door for Jungkook so I of course was the first to see you- but then Jungkook told me to 'sHuT uP' so I had to hold in my excitement" Jimin nodded giving a little glare to Jungkook who sat across from him.

Taehyung raised his hand and sat up clearing his throat as he took a sip of his Pepsi with a hum. "Well I was next to see you, since me and Jungkookie shared a room at that time, and he looked really excited and very fond over you so I was happy you made him happy"

You smiled pursing your lips as you looked up to Jungkook who was blushing a bit. "Then I was happy because I remember when you first saw me you pounced on me and made Kookie jealous" Tae laughed causing you to choke widening your eyes at his words.

You forgot when you were a young kitten you had a slight crush on him-

"Anyways- uh, uncle Hobi what about you?" you laughed a bit nervously as you felt the slight tension in Jungkook's body at Tae's words.

"Ahhh, when I saw you the first time I was actually even more excited than Jungkook- I was prepared to beg him to let me help take care of you but he wanted that job all to himself- I guess he wanted you to understand you belonged to him" Hoseok smiled with his mouth closed as he ruffled your head with his hand carefully.

"Yeah plus when our manager found out we had you in the dorm and that Jungkook had brought you he kinda made sure Jungkook was the one doing all your caretaking since he didn't want all of us getting side tracked when we were still in the process of debuting" Jin nodded cupping both of his cheeks as he rested his elbows on the table watching you.

"But when I saw you, you were automatically one of my children as well, it's just my instinct to be the 'eomma' of you all" he smiled winking at you as you giggled in return.

"I don't think I ever told you this Jungkook-ah- but actually our manager at that time made it up to me wether or not we would keep y/n or not-" Namjoon mentioned at Jungkook who raised his brows.

"Really Hyung? what made you say yes?- I mean I'm glad you did but- you know-" Jungkook questioned.

"Well when I saw y/n she was very tiny- and like Taehyung, I saw she made you really happy and she kinda helped you open up more with us since you were pretty shy" Namjoon replied as he gave a reassuring smile towards the younger.

"Thanks Hyung.." Jungkook smiled bowing his head once as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder protectively.

You purred pleased, becoming soft at all of their answers before you let your eyes fall to Yoongi.

"And you uncle Yoongs..?" you asked tilting your head, blinking once curiously since the older male had stayed pretty quiet the entire time.

Everyone seemed to stare at him awaiting his response, since of course he wasn't known for sharing his own feelings too often.

"Actually, I love animals so I was happy with you" Yoongi shrugged, his small answer making you pout a bit along with everyone else around the table, which he noticed.

"Aish alright alright, I thought you were really cute and I would baby you when you were a kitten and sometimes I'd have Jungkook almost get a heart attack because I'd sometimes take you to have naps with me in my office after I'd finish writing music because you helped me sleep" Yoongi sighed running a hand through his hair.

You smiled blushing as your tail twitched pleased at his words, everyone seemed to have loved you from the beginning. Most people wouldn't be so accepting of animals especially in their circumstances at that time.

As everyone proceeded to laugh and praise Yoongi for his answer, you kept your smile letting yourself slip into your own thoughts.

You saw how far they all had come from where they had started. Their company was basically nothing when they started their group, they didn't eat some nights yet they worked their asses off practicing hours on end. And through it all they had and cared for you, loved you, and basically raised you as they grew up themselves. It amazed you that from how much they've accomplished, still they are so genuine to themselves as well as with their feelings towards you. Even now that you've almost completely changed into an entirely different person, they still accept you like they did the very first day.

Finally you managed to snap yourself back to reality, looking back up to Yoongi who sighed with a smirk as he looked at everyone.

"Alright, who's getting the check"

A/n: I hope this isn't too sappy-

-ⓙ

[colorfullfalls]

Me & You- part 2

Summary: Harry and Y/N have been dating for a few months when Michael invites them over for a small dinner party.

Chocolate cake, double decker, vanilla frosting with the words “Let’s be fucking happy” on top sat upon the large marble counter. Old friends leaned around it discussing memories and ideas, laughing often and smiling even more.

Shoes messily scattered Michael’s walk in room where his guests hastily discarded them- caring more about hugs than shoe placement. Coats were thrown over the bench beside the door, the top two close to toppling over on the floor. Michael and Crystal didn’t mind at the hint of a mess. In fact no one even really noticed, besides Y/N.

She bent over at the hip as she grabbed matching pairs of shoes and lined them up together neatly on the soft black rug. She hummed in satisfaction when the last pair was set in place. Her eyes caught sight of the coats and she moved to fix those into place too.

Truth was, she didn’t give a damn about the messiness of Mike’s house. Well she did, but that wasn’t what her issue was. Calum brought Maya to this stupid get together and she didn’t want to be around them just yet.

Over the months Calum and Y/N got back into the groove they experienced most of their lives, but this time without the romantic agony of pinning after the other helplessly at opposite intervals. The pair was good, but Y/N still didn’t really know Maya. Truth was she was too embarrassed after how Maya first saw her talk to Calum. That was the first impression and it was a rotten one.

Maya seemed nice and of course there wasn’t bad blood, but Y/N still felt like an outsider as she moved to organize the coats better. Maya and Calum came to these dinner parties in the months that Y/N was leaning on Harry for support.

The boys still invited Y/N to get together the whole time but she took the time away that she felt she needed to properly move on. And she loved the boys but the time away allowed her to heal and create a wonderful bond with Harry.

“Having fun down there?”

Y/N sheepishly set the coats down and craned her head upwards to look at the person standing above her.

Luke.

Y/N awkwardly laughed, letting go of the coats and letting her hands fall lamely into her lap. She was caught trying to distance herself from the group.

“Y/N, why are you in here organizing our belongings when you could be in the kitchen having wine and a good ole time?” He joked, blue eyes offering true friendship, consideration, and kindness.

Luke was always so freaking kind, just a really good friend all around.

“I don’t fit in anymore.” She mumbled in embarrassment, “I feel like... I don’t know, I was away for so long that I lost my spot.”

Luke sighed as he struggled to navigate his lanky body to sit with his knees up to his chest on the floor across from her. His back rested against the wall comfortably.

“Y/N, you’re our sister: we love you and you’ll always be one of us.. are we doing something particular to make you feel like this?”

Y/N shrugged, playing with the fray string on her favorite black and gray sweater. A sweater that Harry bought her the other day when she said she needed one. She kept slipping money in his wallet for it but he always caught her and demanded she take it back. Truth was, Harry spoiled her rotten.

“Not specifically. It’s not even your fault. I just feel like you guys have a groove now and I’m messing it up. It’s silly.”

“It’s not silly at all.” Luke’s hand grasped onto her knee and gave a comforting squeeze, “I’m glad you came tonight. We’re glad.”

Y/N smiled, nodding her head. “Okay.”

“Let’s go back into the kitchen.” He helped her stand and together they walked back to the kitchen.

Michael was laughing as he leaned over the counter, Crystal was rubbing his back lovingly as she giggled along with him. Calum was sitting on a barstool with Maya leaning against his left side, her arm wrapped around his neck, playing with the little tuffs of hair. Ashton and Kaykay were painting digging around in the fridge. Sierra turned when she heard the pair walk in and a charming smile graced her lips.

“There you are.” Sierra said, announcing the new entry into the kitchen.

Y/N blushed as she crossed her arms and leaned against the wall across from the counter, “I was organizing the shoes...”

Luke laughed, “Yeah she was, and the coats. Little nerd.” He pushed her and she fell into the wall. She smiled slightly as she pushed away his hands.

“We thought maybe Harry finally showed up.” Ashton said, turning from the fridge with a can of Pepsi in his hands. Kaykay grabbed the can from him and opened it, taking a sip and grinning.

“Nope, he should be here soon though. He was working out a song with Sarah.” Y/N explained, shuffling over to stand between Sierra and Crystal.

Crystal patted Y/N back as she walked over. The girls were really kind and understanding through out her trying to get over Calum. They would always invite her to girls nights and would call her regularly to check in and to distract her from the heart break. And they were her biggest supporters when they discovered that Harry and her were an item.

“Sarahs the drummer, right?” Cal asked, looking right into her eyes.

“Yeah, she’s an amazing drummer. And an even cooler person.”

“She seems so. One time I visited for a show and the guards wouldn’t let me backstage and she recognized me. Took me with her. She’s super nice.” Michael recalled the memory.

“Ha, me at your shows. One time the guard called me a groupie and wouldn’t let me in for the first half of your show until the members of Hey Violet realized I was missing. That was some bullshit.. but going back to Sarah, she’s honestly the best.”

“Oi, you can date her then.”

Harry stood in the doorway, two bottles of wine resting comfortable in his hands. His smug grin made him all the more attractive as he gazed into his girlfriends eyes.

Y/N felt the weight of the world fall off her shoulders as she took him in. He was so fucking beautiful. His jeans and gray hoodie looked casual and so domestic. She wanted to curl into him and explain that he made her feel more herself than when she was with anyone.

“Bout time you showed up with that wine.” Crystal said, moving around everyone to grab the two bottles as Mike grabbed the glasses from the top shelf.

Harry walked behind Y/N and slid his arms over her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her forehead and leaning his chin against her head. Her nose took in the natural smell of Harry, closing her eyes momentarily to let it settle the nerves.

“How’d it go at the studio?” She quietly muttered, leaning slightly against his tattooed arms. The very arms that were almost like home.

“Swell. We got most of the music written, I think you’d love the feel of it. Sarah made sure the rhythm was sturdy and it ties it all together.” He explained, nodding a thank you at Crystal as he bent over Y/N to grab her and him a glass of wine.

“That’s great, Har. I wish you’d let me hear it..” Y/N grabbed the glass and took a sip.

Harry snorted, taking a sip as well, “You will. When it’s finished, dork. Already told ya that.”

“Mi mi mi mi mi” she mocked, elbowing him lightly in the ribs, “all I hear when you talk.”

Maya burst into laughter, wine falling down her chin- hand coming up to cup it from falling on the floor. Calum smiled in confusion as she grabbed her a napkin.

“Y/N, you kill me. Your sass is unmatched.” She said, wiping her mess up. Maya smiled towards her and Y/N felt herself shooting one back.

“Yeah, it’s bloody endearing until it’s aimed at you.” Y/N knew Harry was bluffing because he was in love with everything about her. She knew this because he only told her every day.

“Imagine how we feel.” Ash deadpanned.

“You should feel lucky that you got to know me all of these years, and especially since I put up with your boyish bullshit for years while on tour. A moment of peace never existed.”

Ashton blushed, crossing his arms, “Yeah, yeah. Rub it in some more that you took care of us like a mom.”

“I’d say so. You guys would crawl in my bunk when you were home sick.” Y/N said, finishing her wine in one big gulp, “play with my hair, Y/N. Rub my back, Y/N. Talk about home, please, Y/N/N.”

“Wow, thanks for fucking exposing our manly composures in front of our women!” Michael yelled, throwing someone’s IPhone charger at her.

Harry’s reflexes must’ve kicked in because his hand grasped the thick cord before it could come in contact with his lover’s face. She hummed in appreciation, slipping her hand under his sweater and rubbing her thumb over his arm.

“Babe, we are well aware that you guys are softies. She didn’t expose shit. I’m sure she could if you really wanted her to-“

Before Crystal could finish all the boys were quickly shouting out no. Y/N knew the darkest dirtiest, most horridly embarrassing moments of them and they rather not share those right now.

“What’s with the cake?” Harry asked as he set his wine glass down and moved away from Y/N to get a better look at it. He chuckled in amusement as he read the lettering upon the creamy frosting.

“A lot is happening in our lives, and I figured we could just take a night to celebrate our success, happiness, friendship, and creativity. You’re all beautiful and deep souls that I’m glad to have the pleasure of knowing.” Sierra said, wrapping her arms around one of Luke’s.

Sierra’s words were genuine and Y/N felt emotional. She was dumb to think that she wasn’t loved anymore by her friend group. They were good, loyal people that saw her heart and adored her as she was. Awkward tension between her and Cal for a few months wouldn’t ruin the unconditional bond. She felt guilty for pushing herself back in the first place. It wasn’t fair to the group and especially not Calum and Maya.

Y/N should’ve been honest about her feelings. Calum deserved to have known and instead it blew up in her face. She was attempting to shelter herself but her lack of actions was really what wounded her.

Shit worked in crazy way. First heartbreak and then a euphoric relationship with Harry motherfucking Styles? Y/N knew things worked out in the way it was meant to. And she felt bad that so much time was wasted when she could’ve gotten to still see Calum and created a friendship with Maya.

Y/N’s eyes wandered to Calum’s as cheering of concurrent glee filled the kitchen. His brown eyes held the upmost love as his lips quirked into a small smile. He made a kissy face and she let out a content sigh.

Kissy face was their signal of saying “I love you, you’re my best friend.”

It was created when they first started touring and they were embarrassed to say it in front of the boys. The action was used at the most important times when sometimes the words wouldn’t mean as much as the mere gesture.

Y/N made a kissy face back, feeling her lips tremble a bit from trying not to cry from the emotions of relief and joy flood through her veins.

“Cut this bitch up! I wanna slice. The one on that corner? Fuck yeah. Dibs.” Ash said, poking his finger in it to seal the spoken claim.

Calum laughed, dropping his head into his hand. Y/N playfully rolled her eyes at the duo. Ashton could blink and Calum would find it hilarious. The two men shared a beautiful companionship. Y/N knew that she was calums best friend, but after her was Ashton followed closely by Roy, Luke, and Mike tied.

“Nasty.” Harry teased, “you gonna have some?” He asked the woman trapped again in his loving embrace.

“Yep, are you?”

Harry snorted, “My love, you underestimate me. Fuck, it looks so good, but not as good as you do all the time.”

He grinned when she rolled her eyes, “Shut the fuck up and get your cake.”

A few hours later and the group switched to hangout in the living room. Board games were brought out along with wii games. Harry, Crystal, Luke and Sierra played Mario cart while Maya, Michael, Ash and Kay Kay played Sorry. Y/N and Calum watched in amusement.

Harry cursed at Luke as he got hit with a banana peel, “Fucking hell, Hemings.”

Calum shifted so that he could pull the cigarette pack from his pocket along with his beloved blue lighter. His eyes glanced to the balcony before he nudged the woman beside him.

“Y/N, wanna join me for a smoke?”

She knew what he meant. Not for her to actually smoke, but to talk alone for a few minutes while everyone was busy.

She nodded.

Y/N figured it would be chilly so she grabbed her jacket- well it was Harry’s that she loved to wear. Together they made their way onto the balcony of Michael’s house. She wrapped the material of her boyfriends coat close to her, slipping her hands into the pockets.

“Glad you came?” Cal asked, flicking his lighter three times before the flame stayed. The cigarette caught the light and he brought it to his plump lips.

“Yeah. Feels right to be back with you all... I’m so sorry that I hid from you guys. So fucking childish of me.”

Calum shook his head, “No, no don’t even apologize, bub. None of us blame you. And to be honest it’s partly my fault.”

Y/N scoffed, hands gripping the railing to ground herself, “It’s not.”

They sat in silence, not wanting to upset each other and start a fight that was pointless. Calum flicked ashes over the railing, his other hand not holding his cig was running through his hair.

Y/N crossed her arms, pulling the hood up over her head to cover her ears. Soft material swallowed her whole, providing a safety blanket.

“You and Harry- you just fit. I’ve never seen you act like that anyone. It was obvious that you felt sorta awkward but the second he walked in, you were back to being our Y/N.” Cal spoke, taking a hit.

Y/N shrugged, “I dunno; he’s like my comfort person now. Probably because it was just the two of us for so long. But I’m content with him.” Her eyes drifted to gaze in at the window. His brown curls could slightly be seen from the bulk of the couch.

“You love him?”

Y/N blinked in surprise, “I do love him. He’s...”

Calum chuckled at her lack of words, “Difficult to describe the intense feeling into lousy English words, huh?”

She blushed but meekly nodded, “Something like that. I imagine you know the feeling?”

Calum put out his cigarette and pulled his jacket closer to him, “Yeah. I’m not talking about Maya here though. Well, not yet. Im falling in love with her, but Y/N you’re my absolute favorite person in the world. You’re my family in ever sense of the meaning. Words can’t explain how sorry I am that I didn’t realize how you felt and that I hurt you.”

She stood up and pulled her best friend into a hug. His arms dangled around her torso as she shoved her head into his chest, taking in the familiar smoke smell.

“Maya seems super authentic Cal, and she’s like.. hot.” Y/N paused when she felt his body shake against hers from laughing, “I should’ve talked to you about it instead of getting angry. You deserve to be happy.”

“Promise I’ll be the maid of honor at your wedding?”

Y/N giggled, swaying them side to side as her cold hands went under the shirt of his back to warm them up. He jumped at the touch. She grinned at his reaction because she’s done it to him since they were little kids.

“Only if I’m your best man?”

Cal hummed, “Hell yeah, wouldn’t want anyone else.”

She nodded while elbowing him gently in the side, “good. It’s settled then.”

Y/N heard yelling inside and the two turned to see that Harry was dancing around Michael’s living room. His arms flared around in the air as he moved his body side to side. She knew that dance. It was a victory dance. The same one he would do when she agreed to wake up with him to watch the sunrise or when he would get all of pieces in home while playing sorry before her.

Harry turned around and cheekily smiled at her as he pointed at the tv and then himself and gave a joyful fist pump. She gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up in response.

“We better head back in.” She said, grabbing Calum’s arm and leading him inside.

“Love, I just kicked their asses!” Harry yelled, hitting Michael with a pillow. Harry cackled when Michael quickly plucked the pillow from him and threw it back with more force.

“You’re a goofball.” She said, crossing her arms.

Couple hours later everyone warmly hugged their goodbyes, slipped on coats and hats, and they walked out of Michael Cliffords house towards their own. Harry and Y/N were the last ones due to her being adamant on helping Crystal clean up. Harry and Michael had talked about FIFA as they attempted to help too but were more so in the way. The girls appreciated the gesture though.

Harry kissed Y/N a couple times instead of letting her get in her own car. Her muffled words kept getting shut off by his lips meeting hers.

“It’s almost like we have a house that we could make out in instead of my friend’s driveway, Har.” She said, pushing his face away with her hand like she did the first time he kissed her outside the poetry shop.

“Have to drive there first, hun. Takes too long.” He whined, his hands pulling her closer to his chest as his lips dragged across her neck, “What did Cal have to say on the balcony?”

She snorted as he nosed along her jawline, peppering kisses and moving his leg to rest in between hers. She ran her fingers along his arm until she intertwined her fingers with his.

He was jealous.

Harry would always ask her how it went when she met up with Calum. Y/N wasn’t dumb, Harry was scared that her feelings for her old best friend would randomly punch her in the face. Harry was hurt before and she understood that he was just scared of getting hurt again.

Especially since he has been in love with her since he was freshly eighteen years old.

“Just that he was glad that I came. Heart to heart about being best friends. I promised him he could be in our wedding if I was in his.” She said, halting Harry’s kissed against her skin.

His head snapped up so that his green eyes looked into her, “Our wedding?”

She nodded, grinning from ear to ear.

“If we’re in this for life, I’d figure it would happen sooner or later. I don’t know if I wanna wear a traditional white dress with you in a boring tux. I think our style is too spectacular for that normal shit. You look so good in vibrant colors, Har.” She whispered, squeezing his hand.

He seemed in a daze as he listened, nodding frequently in agreement, “You’d look amazing in anything as long as you’re walking towards me to meet me at the altar.”

“Yeah, you think?”

Harry laughed, “Yeah, I do.”

“I’ll marry you as soon as you show me that damn song. It’s driving me crazy, dude.” She said, pushing him away when he went in for another kiss that would turn into ten.

Harry was a lovey, touchy feely man, but she loved it. She loved him.

“You ruined one of the best moments of my life by calling me dude. Seriously, you’re killing me here. Cruel woman, you are.”

She shrugged, “I have my ways.”

“Go home!” Michael yelled out the window, making them separate quickly. Harry flipped him off before opening Y/N’s door and helping her in.

“I’ll see you at home, wife.”

Y/N cackled when Harry gently shut her door and saw him hurriedly got into his. She knew that tonight would be spent in each other’s arms with how absolutely thrilled he was to hear that she thought about their wedding.

She turned her car on and thanked Mother Nature for working her mysterious ways to make her life fit into place so perfectly.