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queenshelby · 8 months ago

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Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 52: A SOLUTION

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Lots of Angst, Age Gap, Miscarriage

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The following morning, you woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and bacon wafting through the house.

Cillian had gone for his morning run, leaving your mother alone in the kitchen, humming softly to herself while she prepared breakfast.

Her voice carried through the open door, reminding you of simpler times.

You shuffled downstairs, rubbing sleep from your eyes.

"Morning, sleepyhead," your mother greeted you cheerfully, her eyes lighting up when she saw you.

"Smells amazing," you said, leaning against the counter and watching her work. "I don't usually eat much for breakfast," you admitted though, "but I think I might make an exception today," you laughed, your mouth watering at the sight of golden, crispy bacon.

"I made enough for three," your mother remarked, sliding a steaming plate of eggs, ham, and sausages onto the table.

"Cillian should be back soon from his run," your mother noted, her brow furrowing slightly. "It is good to see that he keeps fit at his age you know," she added, pausing to sip her tea. "I met a lot of other older men that don't take care of themselves and that's not good," she mused, her eyes straying towards the window.

"He isn't that old mum," you chuckled, sitting down across from her and taking a bite of your sausage.

"Oh no darling, I didn't mean it that way. I am just saying that it is good to keep fit at his age - or at any age really," your mother corrected herself quickly, noticing the sudden change in your expression. "If he keeps fit, it will be easier for him to chase after your little chicos and chicas when the time comes, you know," she joked, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Speaking of which," your mother added, lowering her voice, "Are there any in the making?" she wanted to know, desperate to have some grandchildren in her life now that her family was reunited.

"Well," you hesitated, your fork hovering precariously above your plate. "No," you sighed before turning quiet for a moment, thinking about your recent miscarriage.

You felt the weight of your loss return as a lump formed in your throat. You thought about telling your mother about it, but the words wouldn't come out.

"Maybe one day," you murmured noncommittally, averting your gaze from your mother's probing gaze as, finally, Cillian barged through the door, sweating slightly from exhaustion.

"Maybe one day?" Cillian repeated, only having caught the tail-end of the conversation.

"I just asked my daughter if and when you were planning to have children," your mother answered with a playful wink, openly teasing you both in a way that a mother does to her adult children, not knowing about your pain and heartache.

Cillian, however, could not hide his surprise as, suddenly, the mood changed and even your mother picked up on the cues.

Although she did not know about the miscarriages, she realized that something was amiss, clouding her own previous excitement.

"Did I say something wrong my dear?" your mother asked you gently as she reached for your hand across the table. "You look upset all of a sudden," she noted, her eyebrows furrowing in concern.

You swallowed hard, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over. "No, it's just...it's a long story," you said, pulling your hand away from hers and wiping your eyes.

Cillian walked over to you and placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "We recently lost our baby," he began without finishing his sentence. "I mean, Y/N had a miscarriage. She wasn't that far along but we were both pretty excited," he told your mother softly, regret and sadness etched on his face.

Your mother's expression changed upon hearing Cillian's words, registering immediate concern and sympathy. "Oh my sweet child! I am so sorry," she exclaimed, getting up from her seat and moving to hug you tightly. "But, you are still young and you can try again," she offered, trying to remain hopeful despite your sadness but, as she spoke, tears welled up in both your eyes, falling like gentle rain onto your hands.

"No we can't," you replied, managing a weak half-smile, even as the tears continued to stream down your face, and a heaviness settled in your heart.

"Why ever not?" your mum questioned, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes, her curious gaze switching to Cillian's who remained silent while comforting you.

"It had already happened before, mum. We lost another baby a while back. I had to have an operation then and was told that I probably cannot have a child of my own," you confided in your mother, your voice trembling as you spoke, both of you acutely aware that you had yet to fully process your pain and heartache.

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry," your mother whispered, drawing you close to her once more as you began to sob uncontrollably, overcome by a surge of emotions you did not even realize you had been suppressing.

"It's okay, it's okay, my love," she murmured, stroking your hair gently as she rocked you back and forth.

Cillian stepped forward, one hand still on your shoulder as he offered the box of tissues from the table to your mother. "Thank you," she mouthed silently, taking a couple of tissues and dabbing at your eyes delicately.

As the initial wave of sorrow began to subside, you pulled back slightly, looking first at your mother and then at Cillian, who was still standing by your side.

"We might find a way," Cillian muttered, gazing down at you. "A surrogate, adoption, I don't know, but we are going to be parents together if this is what you want," he vowed, squeezing your shoulder reassuringly.

"Yes, darling. There are many ways to become a parent," your mother promised, her expression full of determination. "But let's not talk about it now," she urged, sensing that this conversation had become too much for you both.

"Let's have a nice breakfast and then we can go out for a walk," she suggested instead, taking a steadying breath.

The atmosphere in the room shifted, lighter, as a sense of calm embraced you all.

You welcomed your mother's gesture with a small nod, tucking into your breakfast as Cillian took a seat quietly beside you.

The rest of the meal passed without further conversation, but the silence was companionship, and not awkwardness.

Your mother's touch had a calming effect on you, and, as you finished your food, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Cillian's unwavering support and love. You took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as your shoulders slumped, easing the tension that had built up over the night and into the morning.

After breakfast, the three of you took a leisurely stroll down the beach, enjoying the sunshine that bathed the shore with light and warmth. You stayed close to Cillian, his presence soothing as his fingers laced through yours.

Your thumb traced circles on the back of his hand, a silent acknowledgment of his comfort.

Your mother walked beside you, the three of you in a line with the vast expanse of the ocean. She observed how much you seemingly loved one another and how committed you both were, which granted her a certain degree of pleasure.

Knowing that you were safe, loved and happy made her happy.

Your mother had waited for years to watch her daughter grow up, to meet the right person, and to flourish under their love.

Throughout the walk, she sometimes fell behind, pretending to tie her shoelaces or to search for an interesting pebble, all while observing you both and the deep intimacy you shared.

You didn't have to be overly affectionate for her to understand.

It was the way you two walked together, side by side, with your fingers still laced together, how your bodies naturally gravitated towards each other's presence.

At one point, your hand moved away to adjust your cardigan and your mother watched as, even without words, Cillian wordlessly reached for your hand again when you were done, lifting it up to kiss it gently.

You smiled in response, your eyes locked onto his before switching to the horizon beyond.

The breeze of the morning carried with it a serene coolness, catapulting sprays of water into the air where the waves crashed on the rocks nearby. A flock of birds burst into flight, the tide retreating as the sun shone all the more radiantly in a cornflower blue sky reflecting its warm glow onto the endless, sandy beach ahead of you.

You looked back, seeing your mother contentedly watching the two of you, silently drawing assurance from the evident love between you and Cillian. She smiled gently, and you returned her smile with a grateful one.

Тhe rest of the day passed in a haze of bliss familiarity, and comfort before, for dinner, your mother decided to prepare a traditional South American meal for you all.

The scent of paprika, cumin, and garlic wafted from the kitchen, opening a portal in time for you, transporting you back to a childhood, the time before you were taken from her.

"You know, I was thinking that, maybe I have a solution," your mother announced, breaking the silence of your collective reverie, refocusing your attention, as you handed her an avocado and a bottle of red wine.

"What do you mean mum?" you asked curiously, wondering where she was going with this.

"I meant that, if you want to be parents together then I may have a solution for that," she replied with a meaningful smile, as she began to slice the avocado skilfully.

"Mum, I thought we are not going to talk about this now," you reminded her softly, trying to steer the conversation away from this painful topic. But Cillian, keen on hearing what she had to say, encouraged her to continue.

"Please, Y/N, let her finish," he said gently, holding your hand as your mother turned towards Cillian and nodded appreciatively.

"Well, as I was saying, I've been thinking and, I know that this might sound a little controversial, but you could adopt an infant from where you are from, for money. It isn't cheap, but it would help support someone in need and you would get a beautiful child," she explained, her voice echoing the determination that she had shown earlier.

Cillian and you exchanged a glance, shocked at her proposition yet also intrigued. Adopting a child was something that had always been a possibility, but adopting a child from South America where adoption was not regulated seemed risky and overwhelming to say the least.

"Mum, that's a really kind offer," you said thoughtfully, weighing your options. "But are you sure it's legal? And how would we get the baby out of the country? I don't think it's as simple as just buying a baby and then taking it on a plane back home," you explained, expressing your concerns openly, trying to stay grounded and clear-headed in the moment.

"There are agencies who deal with everything and since abortion is still illegal back home there are, unfortunately, so many children who need loving families," your mother persisted, channeling her inner authority as she held your gaze. "And if you can provide a loving and safe home for a child, then it would be a worthy cause, don't you think?"

You looked to Cillian, expecting him to share your reluctance, but instead found him nodding thoughtfully.

"It's not a bad idea, actually," he said, surprising you. "I know a few people in the industry who have adopted children from overseas before, and they had good experiences with it," Cillian told you, wanting you to consider your mother's proposal.

"I don't know, Cillian. It sounds like a slippery slope. I mean, how can you be sure that the money is going to the right place and not just lining some corrupt official's pockets?" you asked, furrowing your brow.

"And what about the mother? I mean, I was given away as a young child, against my mother's will," you pointed out, recalling the tragic turn of events that had separated you from your mother so long ago. "What is if the mother of our child would be forced to give up her baby because of money?" you pondered, a pained expression crossing your face. "I couldn't live with myself if I did that to someone."

"Well, I also have a solution for that," your mother interrupted softly, as she stopped slicing the avocado, setting it aside as she turned to you both, taking a deep breath before continuing.

"What if you adopt a baby who was given up willingly by someone I know? Someone who wants to put her child up for adoption?" your mother continued, maintaining eye contact as Cillian and you stared at her, wide-eyed. "I know a woman who is expecting her fifth child and she had been saving money for an illegal abortion. Perhaps she would change her mind if she knows that there's a loving couple who would adopt her baby," your mother explained delicately, her voice calm, and measured, yet tinged with a hint of hope.

The idea caught you off guard, and you exchanged a glance with Cillian, who seemed to be just as surprised.

"I don't know, mum. We need to think about this," you finally managed to say, your voice trailing off as you glanced towards Cillian for support.

Cillian looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding. It was a lot to digest this unexpected proposition and Cillian knew not to push you.

Following your lead, he held your hand reassuringly. He felt the slight tremble in your fingertips as you both contemplated this new path while your mother finished cooking. It was something you knew you should consider but, at the same time, it was information too heavy to fully grasp while your guard was down.

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thebreakfastgenie · 1 year ago

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⭐ the Carlye fic

Aaaa thank you! My poor, obscure fic.

This whole fic came out of the lyric that became the title, because I just got the feeling that line "she would've liked to say she loved the man, but she didn't like to lie" described Carlye's marriage to Doug. It didn't sound especially passionate, certainly not in comparison to her relationship with Hawkeye. But Doug gave her his time and attention when Hawkeye couldn't. That's why I decided for their first meeting, Doug regrets not approaching her and ditches work to run back and try to catch her. Hawkeye would never do that, and of course you can't blame him because you can't walk out on a surgery the way you can on a meeting. But that's the central problem for Carlye.

The man’s face brightens, but just then her plate of eggs comes out, and her hunger takes her attention. When she looks up, he’s gone. She eats her breakfast and doesn’t give him another thought, until she hears the door chime while she’s paying she check and turns to see him rushing back in, red-faced. He lights up when he sees her. It’s cold outside, but he’s sweating. “I made it in time!” he pants. “I was so sure you’d be gone… I made it all the way to the office, just kicking myself for not asking your name…”

In trying to flesh out Carlye I came up with this woman who just wants to be a free, independent person. I decided to have her not love college for something different, although I think maybe she goes back to school someday, after the end of the fic.

Carlye and Hawkeye meeting in surgery was important to me. He talks about her nursing skills, so they obviously worked together back then, and it just kind of made sense. The skill and dedication is attractive to both of them, but of course Hawkeye's dedication drives them apart in the end.

I wanted her relationships with both Hawkeye and Doug to tell us something about her. It's not about Hawkeye or about Doug, but about how Carlye is with them and what that reveals about her.

I ended the fic kind of abruptly without getting to it, because I wanted to leave it open, but in my mind Doug forgives the affair but they divorce a few years later anyway.

The flat feels smaller the more alone she feels. He had a way of opening up rooms with his words, his crazy, believable dreams. Now the hunter green walls box her in. Now she thinks maybe it’s a good thing she can’t talk to him about it. If she gives him a chance to beg her, she’ll stay, and she thinks she’ll die if she does. When she can’t take it anymore, she slips out in the night. She knows she should feel bad about it, and she does. The guilt clings to her and her gut twists with how badly she misses him.

I have always felt the reason she left the way she did is that she couldn't give him a chance to beg her to stay, because it would have worked. I mean, look at how fast "no, it can be better" works several years later. The relationship isn't working for her, but she still loves him, and leaving is hard and painful. But she's sincere when she says "I know I hurt you."

He isn’t always exciting, but she never catches him muttering the names of suturing techniques while he runs his hands over her chest,

I am slightly obsessed with this image. Rather than sexualizing medicine, he's medicalizing sex. Sometimes I think it would have been better if this had a happier counterpart, maybe the two of them doing anatomical dirty talk and joking about playing doctor early in their courtship. But I think the style of the fic would need to be slightly different for that to fit.

The version of this that's posted is the second draft and I think it improved a lot from the first one. I'm happy with it! The part about Carlye fantasizing about Hawkeye was better in my head when I first thought of it but alas I was half-asleep. It happens.

I just really love Carlye. Partly I have a huge lesbian crush on Blythe Danner. But I just love her and I love her dynamic with Hawkeye. I'm fascinated by the fact that they lived together unmarried in the 1940s. I wasn't trying to accomplish anything in particular with this fic, I just had a lot to say about Carlye Breslin Walton. Obviously I still do haha.

#sorry this got out of hand

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juletheghoul · 3 years ago

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Oblivius Chapter 4

Am I insane for posting another chapter? Yes. Am I doing it anyway? Yes. Should you message me about how you feel about Spills & Francis? YES!

(Got a song you want added to the playlist? send it to me!)

I've gotten so much love over this series and I cannot tell you how happy it makes me that you guys love these two idiots as much as I do. <3

(Feo means ugly in Spanish but it can be used as a term of endearment between [male] friends)

Likes & reblogs are appreciated

Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Pairing: Frankie x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: Angst, yearning, 18+ language, alcohol (Spills gets wasted)(Please let me know if I forget anything)

Masterlist Series Masterlist Part 3 Part 5 Playlist

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Age: 17

“No Francis I don’t wanna watch this - I’m gonna get scared.” It was late, you were both sitting in his cozy living-room, a big shit-eating grin on his face.

“Why, are you chicken? It’s just The Shining, it's not even scary.” He put it on and despite your protests, he settled and let the movie play, You gave him a pout.

“Okay if you really don’t want to I’ll change it you big baby.” He rolled his eyes to grab the remote but you stopped him.

“Promise you’ll walk me home?” You knew it was one of his favourites. He smiled wide.

“Of course! If it’s too much I'll change it.” He gave you most of the blanket that was draped over his legs and you sat very close to him. He was taller than you remembered him being, having gone through a growth spurt over the summer and he towered over you now. All knees and elbows.

When the room scene came on you burrowed your face into his neck and he wrapped an arm around you, you were so pretty. Your hair smelled so good and he buried his nose into the messy bun you wore. You practically clawed at him, trying to get closer - he made you feel safe.

“Is it still scary?” You spoke into his neck.

“Yes - don’t look yet, just a little longer.”

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**Present Day**

Pope was holding up a shot-glass full of something and there were shots lined up for the three of you when you walked in.

“Catfish, I never thought it would happen for you feo, but I’m glad it did. Claudia, he’s lucky to have you.” He raised his shot glass and a chorus of ‘To Frankie and Claudia’ rang out before everyone tipped the liquor back.

The burn in the back of your throat couldn’t just be from the tequila, you’d swallowed a lump. You’d forced back the tears stinging your eyes when he dipped her back to kiss her. With her laughing and grabbing his neck they were the picture of romance and the smile you had plastered to your face must have looked manic. Popes eyes caught yours then and his eyebrows raised, a question in his features that you couldn’t quite read but he looked away and left you with your thoughts.

You got very drunk. Fall-down drunk. Forget about everything drunk.

“Spills, I think you should stop - you’re going to feel like hell tomorrow.” He was softly taking the shot out of your hand and you tried to fight him but his grip was iron.

“St-op t-telling me wh-what to do Francisco.” You tried to take it back but it seemed like the floor was coming up to say hi. An iron grip around your middle stopped you from losing a couple of teeth.

“Jesus Spills, okay - that’s enough. I’m cutting you off.” He held onto you and you wanted nothing more than to turn around and kiss him but you also wanted to throw up. Decisions decisions.

“I-think-imgonnabesick…” you brought your hand up to your mouth and part of you expected him to let go but he didn’t.

“Take a deep breath, it’s okay, Pope can you get me some water?” He was holding onto you, rubbing soothing circles onto your back and you tried to focus on his hands on you as the whole room spun dangerously. A few minutes later he was holding a cold glass of water to your lips. “Drink the whole thing, I'm going to hold it because if you spill it I'll kill you.” You chugged it down and he put it on the table.

“When did you get so strong, Francis?” Your words were slurred and you felt his chest rumbling with laughter at your question. “You smell so good.” You said it lower- more to yourself, but he heard and the laughing stopped.

“Oh no! Are you okay Spills?” Claudia was there now, her hands pulling your hair away from your face and before you could succumb to the urge to tell her never to call you that Frankie spoke up.

“She’s okay, just need to get her home. You’re okay right, Spills?” His voice was lower, so soothing you could fall asleep to it.

“Hey Frankie, you and Claudia should stay, tell me where she lives and I’ll get her home.” It was Pope, Frankie must have trusted him immensely because before you knew it he was putting you into the front seat of Pope's rental and buckling you in. Claudia was tying your hair back and putting your purse into your lap.

“Be careful please - this is her address, just make sure she gets in and lays face down. There should be a bucket somewhere in her bathroom - water and some aspirin on her night table.” Frankie was talking as you closed your eyes. When you opened them you were parked in front of your place.

“Hey honey, come on let's get you inside. I’m just going to look for your keys, okay?” Pope was taking your purse out of your lap. You nodded vaguely.

He helped you in and guided you to your bed. You could feel him taking off your shoes and throwing the blanket over you.

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Someone is driving an ice-pick into my skull.

The light was intense and you swore out loud when you cracked an eye open. You stretched and felt a piece of paper beside you on the bed.

“I locked your door - keys are in your mailbox. Drink the water - take the ibuprofen. Let Catfish know you’re okay when you wake up- he was worried. - Pope”

You groaned.

[Francis]: Spills, are you okay?

[Francis]: Can you answer me please?

[Francis]: Don’t tell me you’re still asleep? What, are you a teenager? Getting drunk and sleeping until 4pm????

[Francis]: Sorry Spills, just worried - can you please let me know you’re okay before I show up?

You could see the three little dots signalling that he was in the middle of typing another message and you quickly called him to stop him.

“Jesus, it’s about fucking time.” He sounded worried and relieved and it pulled on your heart strings in a way you both loved and hated.

“Stop yelling Francisco, I am begging you.” You threw your arm over your eyes to block out the light as you lay there, in yesterday's clothes. You didn’t even want to know what you looked like right now.

“Feeling all that tequila aren’t you? I haven’t seen you that drunk for a long time.” You could hear the faint smile in his voice.

“Yes yes I know - so fucking embarrasing. Did I do.. Or say anything..?” You were trying to ask him without asking him.

“You almost threw up, but if you’re asking me if you started table-dancing you’re good.” He laughed and you sighed with palpable relief. All you needed was for him to tell you that you’d confessed your love or told Claudia to fuck off.

“Thank god. That would have been all I needed. Can you tell Pope I said thanks? Okay, I'm going to go shower for a million years now.” You wanted to hang up, your head was pounding and you needed a few hours of silence and about a gallon of water.

“Okay - see you in a few hours.” You didn’t want to deal with both of them together, not with how you felt right now.

“No Francis I don’t want to entertain, I already embarrassed myself enough yesterday.”

“It’s just me coming and I’ve seen you much worse. I haven’t been home in a long time so, take a shower and do what you have to do and I'll be there at seven.” He hung up and you could have thrown your phone across the room.

Fuck.

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The knock at the door at exactly seven didn’t surprise you.

What did surprise you was how nervous you were that he would be coming over.

You were literally attached at the hip at one point, he’s seen you at your worst.

“You’re looking much better than you did last night, Spills.” He laughed as he walked past you and into your home.

“Oh god.” You groaned as he laughed, why had you been nervous? You watched him as he set down the bags of what looked to be way too much food on your kitchen counter. Grabbing napkins and forks - completely at ease within your space. “What did you bring?” moved to peak into the bags.

“Chinese - “ He looked to see your eyes wide and the big toothy smile you were giving him and laughed. “Did you think I’d forget you always get Chinese when you’re hungover?” He laughed as he took out what looked to be all your favourites.

“You’re a lifesaver Francis, truly.” You were practically bouncing on the balls of your feet as you served yourself.

“I know, I’m practically a saint.” He walked over to your couch and plopped down, an egg-roll in his mouth as he turned on your TV and looked for something to watch. This was it - this was how it was supposed to be.

This was easy.

He had come over in comfy clothes and seeing him on your couch in sweats and a soft flannel was almost too much. His hair had gotten longer than he had worn it before he went away and it looked so soft; practically begged for your fingers.

“Are you still a baby about horror movies?” He asked without looking at you, you saw that he had put on some cheesy zombie movie. A big smile on his face.

“No, I’m okay, as long as you check every single corner of this place before you leave.”

“God I love horror movies, Claudia hates them so we never end up watching.” He sighed. Her name cut through the air like a knife. An ice cube casually dropped into your shirt.

“That’s too bad.” You quickly shoved food into your mouth, stopping yourself from saying anything you’d regret but he knew you too well. He looked at you then, eyes narrowing a fraction.

“Do you like her?” He asked, point blank and your eyes widened at him.

Fuck, don’t make me answer this right now.

“Yeah, she’s great.” To your credit, you tried. You really tried to sound genuine.

“Why don’t you like her Spills?” He sighed heavily, putting his plate down onto your coffee table to face you properly.

“What are you talking about? I said she was great!” You could feel the flush creeping up your neck and licking at your face at the lie. She was great, that wasn’t a lie - you just didn’t like her.

“Seriously? You’re going to act like I can’t tell you’re lying through your teeth? Just tell me! I’m going to marry this girl. I have to know why you don’t like her.” He had a little frown on his face and you could see that he was worried, but what would he have to be worried about? Worried you’d picked up on something he’d missed maybe?

“I just don’t know her, Francis, that’s all. There’s nothing wrong with her, you know I'm just weird. She seems really nice and I’m sure I’ll like her once I get to know her better.” You smiled at him sadly, you didn’t want to talk about her anymore.

He smiled back at you and picked up his plate, happy with your explanation.

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It always seemed to happen this way, ever since you’d been teenagers. He’d put on something scary and you would end up with your face buried into his chest.

“Oh god - that is disgusting!” You shut your eyes as he laughed, his chest rumbling underneath you at a particularly gruesome scene. You felt his hand rubbing your arm, and it was such a comfort that you sighed lightly. The words bubbled up without your permission.

“I missed this.” You felt him rest his chin on the crown of your head.

“Me too Spills, I always missed this while I was away, missed you.” He spoke into your hair, you could feel his breath ghosting along your scalp and your heart raced, you wanted nothing more than to turn and kiss him. His hand stilled, and you felt his heart beating under your ear. You wanted to do it, your whole body seemed to tense with want and you turned slightly to look at him through your lashes. He was already staring at you, his mouth was so close.

His phone rang, snapping him out of his trance and you moved away from him reluctantly.

“Hey babe, what’s up?” He smiled apologetically. “Just take a deep breath, it’ll be okay. I’m on my way.” He hung up and gave you a look that said I’m sorry. “Gotta go, wedding emergency.” He sighed heavily as he got up, taking both your plates to the kitchen with him.

You wanted him to stay, you wanted to grab him and sit him back down on the couch and straddle him. Grab the soft material of the flannel while you kissed him but you didn’t. Instead you smiled and thanked him for coming and for the food.

He made his way through the apartment before he left, opening every door.

“Just checking every corner, so you can sleep.” He smiled.

I love you too.

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leossmoonn · 4 years ago

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Under the Surface [Zuko]

masterlist

pairing - zuko x fem, fire bender!reader

type - angst, fluff

summary - you and zuko have been friends since you were babies, your mom being best friend’s with his uncle. you both don’t realize that you two are in love with each other until you two get in a fight

warnings / includes - language, oblivious flirting and denying feelings, you and zuko are both 16, zuko is more outgoing and extroverted w you since you have known him for so long, and yes you all are hunting the avatar, oh aaand italics are your thoughts unless i say who is thinking them

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*gif isn’t mine*

“Y/n… Wake up, Y/n…” a low, soothing voice spoke to you in your dreams.

“Hm,” you hummed, turning over in your bed. “Y/n? Y/n! Stop! God, you’re crushing me! Wow, you smell nice,” the voice said.

You furrowed your brows.

What did I just hear?

You opened your eyes slowly, the sun from the window streaming in. You looked around the room, smiling as you heard the birds chirp from outside. It wasn’t until you realised you were on top of someone when you got up immediately. Who was the person, might you ask? Well, it happened to be your best friend Zuko.

“What are you doing in my bed!” You exclaimed, stumbling out and reaching for your robe that you had set on your nightstand. You wrapped it around your nightgown, turning to Zuko.

“Trying to wake you up. I’m bored, I’ve been up for a few hours,” Zuko explained.

“I was sleeping in. Ever heard of it? Maybe you should try it,” you smirked.

“I can’t do that when I’m hunting the Avatar,” Zuko said.

You went to your dresser to find a hair-tie. “Ah, right. You know, you don’t actually have to do what your father says, right?”

Zuko narrowed his eyes at you as you put your hair up in a messy bun. “You do know that I have to win back my honour, right?”

You chuckled, “You don’t have to do that. Your father is a jerk, full offense.”

“He’s not, he just… he just wants to set me on the right path,” Zuko said.

You sighed and went back to your bed, sitting next to him. You put your hand on his shoulder and looked into his ember eyes. “I know you hate when I say this, but you should listen to your uncle. You know Iroh was right about everything.”

“Shut up, Y/n. Uncle was captured and therefore, not here, so we don’t listen to him anymore.” Azula’s bratty voice sounded from your room. You and Zuko looked to see Azula standing in your door way.

You glared at her. “Don’t talk about Iroh like that, Azula.”

She rolled her eyes. “He doesn’t know what I’m saying, it doesn’t matter.”

You frowned. “Why are you even here?”

Azula crossed her arms against her chest, leaning against the door frame. “Making sure you two are up and ready to train.”

“It’s like, 9 in the morning. Can’t we eat breakfast first?” You asked.

“Breakfast is for people who don’t catch the Avatar. C’mon, Zuzu, Mai wants to see you,” Azula smirked.

Zuko nodded and got up. “See you downstairs, Y/n.”

“See you,” you waved, watching him and Azula walk away.

You sighed in annoyance. You hated seeing Azula first thing in the morning, and hearing about Mai. Mai was one of her accomplices, more or less her friend. Mai had a huge crush on Zuko ever since she met him when you all were kids. She bothered you a little bit, but only because she always got in your and Zuko’s way. Always head butting into your guys’s conversations, climbing all over Zuko, flirting with him by giving him a death glare. It was the worst. You wish she would leave him alone, he was your friend long before her’s.

You got up, putting on a red, short-sleeved tank and black pants. You brushed out your hair, putting it up into a pony tail, brushing your teeth and washing your face before you went downstairs.

As you climbed down the stairs of the beach house, you saw Mai and Zuko on the couch, Mai cuddling close.

God, can she can any more obvious?

“Hello, Y/n,” Mai said in her lifeless, mono-toned voice.

“Hey,” you said dismissivley. You went over to the kitchen, getting yourself a glass of milk and some turtle-duck eggs.

You started making yourself some breakfast, feeling an evil presence behind you.

“May I help you?” You asked, not needing to look to know who it was.

“Stay away form Zuko,” Azula threatened.

“I'm his best friend, Azula. He asked me to come on this trip, so no,” you said.

“You will, Y/n. You will stop reminding him of our fat, depressed Uncle and stop flirting with him for Mai.”

You scoffed, not believing what she was saying. “First of all, Zuko doesn’t need to fall into the dark hole of loneliness and mommy and daddy issues like you have. Second of all, we do not flirt. He’s my friend and we make jokes, that’s what it’s like having a friend, Azula. I can tell you’ve never experienced it.”

Azula narrowed her eyes at you. “Iroh was a big distraction and now that he’s gone, Zuko can focus on the task at hand, but not with you spewing useless nonsense in his ears. And you and Zuko do flirt. Mai is feeling a little sad and jealous because of it.”

“Wow Mai has feelings? That's news to me,” you laughed.

Azula walked up to you, fire sitting in her hand. “You do what I say, Y/n.”

“Or what?” You challenged.

“Or I’ll make sure you lose you bender forever,” Azula spat.

Your eyes widened, but you kept your cool. “We’ll see about that.”

Azula gave you one lasting glare before turning on her heels to leave. You scoffed to yourself, shaking your head.

She is so in over her head. Iroh being a distraction? Us flirting? No way in hell.

You scrabbled your eggs, putting them on a plate and going back to the living room. You only saw Ty Lee there, brushing out her pretty, long hair.

“Hey, Ty Lee, where’s Zuko?” You asked.

“Zuko went on the beach to train with Mai. I think she’s gonna try to kiss him tonight,” Ty Lee said. Her eyes widened. “Oh, uh, I wasn’t supposed to say that.”

You smiled softly, “No worries, I won’t mention anything to Mai. Thanks for letting me know.”

“Of course! You know, you should kiss Zuko instead of Mai,” Ty Lee said.

You furrowed your brows. “Isn’t Mai like your best friend? Shouldn’t you be telling me to stay away from him?”

Ty Lee shrugged. “I guess, but Mai and Zuko don’t look good together. You two do. You’ve always have.”

Her words made your heart flutter. You and Zuko? Being a couple?

No. That’s wrong.

You laughed off the discomfort you were feeling. “I appreciate it, but Zuko and I are just friends. I have no romantic feelings for him whatsoever.”

Ty Lee turned to you with a small smirk. “You sure?”

You nodded. “Yep. What makes you think otherwise?”

“Just the way you look at each other,” she said.

“What way do I look at him?” You asked intrigued.

“Like you’re secretly in love with him!”

You felt your face get warm and you looked away, hiding the blush that was coming onto your cheeks. “No, I look at him like he's my best friend and a dork, which he is.”

Ty Lee giggled, “Keep telling yourself that, Y/n. Just know that none of us believe that you two are just friends.”

Your eyes hardened at her. “Well, we are. I’m going down to the beach to train with them.”

“Have fun at staring at Zuko shirtless!” Ty Lee giggled.

You rolled your eyes, setting your plate and cup down to go outside. You spotted Mai and Zuko training, Zuko shooting fireballs at Mai. You smirked as you saw her lack a little, obviously being too focused on Zuko shirtless.

“Mind if I join?” You asked, strutting over.

Zuko looked to you, smiling widely. “Not at all. Go ahead and take a break, Mai.”

Mai frowned and look at you. She walked off, keeping a hardened stare at you. You smirked at her, walking over to replace her spot across from Zuko.

“Ready, hotman?” You giggled.

Zuko rolled his eyes. “Don’t call me that.”

“Sorry, no can do,” you said, throwing fire at him.

He dodged it easily, summersaulting and throwing fire your way. You ducked down, backflipping over to him and taking a hold of his arm, throwing him down.

You smirked, “You’re really bad, hotman.”

Zuko glared at you, “Oh, yeah? Watch this.”

He took ahold of your arm, spinning you around and throwing you. You landed against a rock, but you managed to hold your arms out to catch yourself. Zuko looked at you, worried.

“Are you okay?” “I’m okay,” you smiled. “Okay, good,” Zuko said before shooting fire your way.

You moved out of the way, dodging it my just a few millimetres.

“You’re gonna regret that!” You exclaimed, making a huge ball of fire in your hand, throwing it Zuko’s way.

Zuko slid under the fire, standing back up and throwing flame after flame. You dodged each attack expertly, throwing fire of your own at him. You eventually got to where you were only a few feet away from him. You ran up, getting ready to jump up and pin him down, but Zuko was already one step ahead of you. He threw fire at you, making you lose your balance from trying to jump over it, allowing Zuko to take ahold of your wrists, pinning you down in the sand.

You let out an ‘oof’, looking up at Zuko’s face. You couldn’t help but stare. His forehead was lined with sweat, a triumphant and sexy smile overtaking his lips. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his chest heaving from trying to calm down.

Wow, he looks… so good. Damn, has he always had abs? Broad shoulders? When has his lips ever looked this soft?

“You okay?” Zuko’s raspy voice made your eyes snap up from his chest to his eyes. His eyes were bright gold, his pupils dilated at he looked deeply into your e/c eyes.

“Y-Yeah I just…” your voice trailed off. You struggled to find an excuse as to why you were looking at his body. “I um… was just wondering when you were going to let me go.”

Zuko’s eyes widened and he broke out of the trance he was in. He got off of you, his hands letting go of your wrists.

“Right, sorry,” he said.

“No problem. That was good, though. Aang definitely has no chance,” you smiled.

“I thought you were against my mission,” Zuko said.

You shrugged, getting up. “Well, I am, but you asked me to be here for support so I'm gonna support you, even though I think it’s wrong.”

Zukos smiled gratefully. “Thank you. That means a lot, Y/n/n.”

You blushed at your nickname, shrugging sheepishly. “No problem. Wanna go swim to cool off?”

“Yeah,” Zuko smiled.

“Great!” You smiled back. You two went back into the house, changing into your swim wear.

You put on a pink bikini top and a mid-waist pink bottom. You brushed out your hair, leaving it down. You went outside and to the more public part of the beach, finding Zuko, Mai, and Ty Lee there.

“Hi, Y/n! Oh, I love the pink! It suits you well,” Ty Lee grinned.

You smiled. “Thank you, Ty Lee. I think white looks great on you as well.”

“Thank you,” Ty Lee smiled. “Zuko, how do you think Y/n looks?” Ty Lee nudged the boy who was looking at the sand.

He looked up to you, his eyes widening. The last time he saw you in a swimsuit was when you two were 10, and you were in a modest one piece. He looked over you in your bikini, being surprised at how your body developed.

Wow, she looks… beautiful, he thought.

You noticed his stare, blushing and putting your hands behind your back sheepishly.

“Zuko?” Ty Lee nudged him again.

Zuko’s averted his eyes from your’s, blushing profusely. “You look… good.”

You smiled. “Thank you. Training really has helped.”

“I hear ya!” Ty Lee smiled. “Let’s go in the ocean!”

You nodded, feeling eyes on you. You turned around to see Azula and Mai staring daggers at you. You rolled your eyes, turning back to Ty Lee who was already in the water.

“This is going to be cold,” Zuko grumbled.

You turned to him, smiling. “C’mon, Zu, it’ll be fine.”

Zuko frowned, “I think I’m just gonna stay back and drink lemonade.”

You pouted, “Zuko! This is your time to relax! C’mon, please?”

Zuko looked at your puppy dog eyes and quivering lip, sighing in defeat.

“Fine.” You jumped up and down on the balls on your feet, clapping your hands in excitement. You took his hand, leading him into the water. Your stomach did cartwheels as he intertwined your fingers.

Why am I feeling like this? Pull it together, Y/n, he’s your best friend.

You ran into the water, chills immediately running up your spine. You walked until the water was up to the bottom of your chest. You sat down in the sand, the water then reaching up almost to your neck. You looked to Zuko who was playing with the wet sand.

“See? Not so bad,” you said.

“I guess,” Zuko shrugged with a small smile on his face.

You two sat in silence until Zuko splashed water at you.

“Really? We’re doing this right now?” You chuckled.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Zuko avoided eye contact, then splashed at you again.

You stood up, splash a big wave at him.

“You’re gonna regret that,” Zuko playfully glared at you.

You giggled, running away from him. Zuko kept splashing water at you, you turning around to splash him back.

“Your splashes are bigger than mine. Stop!” Zuko whined.

You smirked. “Make me.”

Zuko ran over to you, trying to catch you. You ran away from him, managing to trip over a rock. You landed on the sand, the water going up all the way to your neck. Zuko came at you and you started to splash water at him, only for him to grab your wrists roughly.

Your innocent eyes looked up at his, the feeling of him holding your wrists making your heart drop.

“Can’t splash me now,” Zuko said lowly.

You blushed a little, trying to fight against his hold. You kicked his leg and Zuko went onto his knees in-between your legs, trying to keep his hold on your wrists, but failing. You ended up pinning him down in the water, your legs moving to straddle his waist.

“I can splash you now,” you smirked.

You took one hand off his shoulder, reaching down to the water, but Zuko grabbed your wrist again. He looked up into your eyes, his eyes dark dispite the glaring sun.

You felt yourself lean closer to him, your eyes dragging themselves down his face to his lips.

They look so soft... so kissable.

Your eyes flickered back up to his ember eyes, seeing him doing the same motion you had just done. As your mouths were a few militers from each other, a voice interrupted you two.

You pulled away, looking back to see Ty Lee calling you two over.

You looked back to Zuko, noticing his face was a bright red. You got off of him in silence, running back to the shore, not bothering to wait for Zuko.

“Hey, what were you two doing over there?” Ty Lee asked.

“Just wresting,” you said quickly.

“Didn’t look like wresting. It looked like you two were about to ki-"

“No, Ty Lee!” You cut your friend off. “We did not kiss, we will never kiss. He is my best friend and that’s all he ever will be!”

Ty Lee’s eyes went wide. “Sorry, Y/n.”

You sighed, running your fingers through your wet hair. “It.... It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean any harm. I’m sorry for yelling.”

Ty Lee nodded, offering you a forgiving smile. “Well, it’s dinnertime. Are you hungry.”

“Yeah,” you nodded.

“Great! Let’s go!” Ty Lee exclaimed.

You nodded, following her back to the beach house.

Meanwhile, Zuko stood on the beach, lips in a frown. He had heard your outburst about you two only being friends.

“See, Zuko, she doesn’t like you like that,” Azula said.

“I... I thought she did,” Zuko said.

“Well, you know who does like you?” Azula smirked.

“Who?”

Azula rolled her eyes. “Are you blind? Mai.”

“Oh,” was all Zuko said.

“And I know you have some feelings for Mai. Just forget about Y/n, Mai is so much better.”

Not really. Was what Zuko thought.

“Alright, yeah,” but those were the words that he said.

“Let’s go, big brother. Mai is waiting,” Azula said.

Zuko nodded, walking back to the beach house.

Dinner was awkward. You and Zuko usually were always talking, but the only words you said to each other were “can you pass the rice”.“yeah”. It was awkward to say the least. After dinner was even more awkward.

You all were in the living room, talking amongst yourselves. Well, all of them except you. You were sitting in a chair by yourself, watching Mai flirt with Zuko, and Zuko looking like he was enjoying it.

What does he see in her anyways?

You sighed, taking a sip of your tea. You put your head on the arm rest, not being able to stop thinking about the beach.

How close you and Zuko were. How a million of butterflies were fluttering in your heart and stomach. How your head was a little dizzy and how you were leaning towards Zuko with no hesitation. How you two almost kissed.

You didn’t know what you would’ve done if you two had kissed. You were glad that you were interrupted, but a little part of you deep down knew that you wished you did kiss him. To feel his soft lips on your’s. His hands going over to your waist, holding you closer.

You shook your head. There was no way you two would ever do that, or could. Especially since Zuko seemed perfectly smitten with Mai.

“You know, you could make your move now. Right before Mai snatches him,” Ty Lee said, noticing you looking at Zuko longingly.

You shrugged. “Nah, it’s fine. I don’t want to make a move anyways.”

Ty Lee frowned and sat in front of you. “Y/n, we all know you’re in love with him, and that’s okay. Just tell him, I’m sure he feels the same.”

You groaned. “I’m not in love! He’s just my friend!”

The outburst had the whole room quiet. You looked at Zuko, who had a frown on his face, and Mai who had a smirk in her’s. You grimaced, getting out of your seat.

“I’m going to bed. Screw this,” you muttered before stomping away.

“Looks like Little Miss Perfect is jealous,” Mai smirked.

Zuko looked at your retreating figure worringly.

“I... I’m gonna go and make sure she’s okay,”

“What! Zuko!” Mai exclaimed as he got up and followed you to your room.

Once he got to your room, he saw you on your bed, sniffling.

“Hey, you okay?” Zuko asked softly.

You looked up, wiping the tears off your face. “Yeah.”

“Can I sit down?” Zuko asked.

You nodded, watching as he took a seat next to you.

“Wanna talk about it?” Zuko asked.

You sighed. “It’s just so annoying.”

“What is?”

“Mai.”

Zuko furrowed his brows. “Why?”

You chuckled. “You don’t notice how she is all over you? And follows you around like some love-sick polar-bear dog? It’s pathetic.”

“Well, at least she shows interest in me,” Zuko argued.

“Yeah, but she’s not the right girl for you,” you said.

“Then who is?” Zuko asked. You shrugged. “I dunno. Just not her.”

Zuko huffed. “Well, I think Mai is a good girl.” You scoffed. “Alright, Zuko, if that’s what you think.”

“Why are you so mean towards her?”

You glared at him. “Because, she literally interrupts everything! She holds the most stupid grudges, and she just can’t wait to steal you away from me!”

Zuko frowned, “I don’t belong you, Y/n.”

You groaned. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what do you mean?” Zuko challenged, looking you in the eye.

You got up, feeling awkward. “I don’t know.”

Zuko got up with you. “Do you like me, Y/n?”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“Do you like me? Like the way Mai does?”

“I... I don’t know.”

“Why? Why don’t you know?”

You groaned, “I don’t know!”

“I think you do, Y/n. You’ve been sending mixed singals to me all day!” Zuko exclaimed. “What do you care? You’re in love with Mai!” You shouted.

“I’m not!” Zuko exclaimed.

“Yeah, you are,” you chuckled sourly.

“Even if I was, why do you care?”

“Because I’m in love with you, you idiot!” You yelled.

Your eyes widened and you slapped your hand over your mouth.

Oh. Shit.

Zuko’s eyes widened as well, but quickly turned soft and a smile grew on his face. “You do?”

You looked up at him. “Yeah... I... I guess I do.”

“Good.”

“Why is that good? You like Mai,” you said.

Zuko moved close to you, slipping his hand into yours. “I don’t. She’s nice and all, but you’re right, she’s not the girl for me. You are.”

You smiled a little. “Really?”

Zuko nodded. “Really?”

“Oh... wow,” you said.

“Yeah, wow,” Zuko grinned.

You felt his arm snake around your waist, your eyes flickering down to his lips and up to his eyes again. You leaned in, your eyes fluttering shut. Your lips met his and your heart exploded.

Damn. This is fucking amazing.

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samsexualdeancurious · 3 years ago

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Release | Chapter Three (NSFW)

Pairing: Sam x Dean

Words: 2,190

Summary: When Sam's hit with an incomplete curse, Dean is more than happy to lend a hand in breaking it.

Warnings: WINCEST, genital swap (not a gender swap since Sam still identifies as a man), oral sex, vaginal fingering and sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up, kids!), this is legit like 95% smut and I have zero regrets. This chapter includes none of the previous mentions but it does include bottom!Dean, anal sex, and some angst that I hadn't planned when I started this series but here we are.

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Dean wakes to his brother slipping from bed, silent as can be but not quite silent enough to fool years of hunter instincts. He blinks in the dim light of the lamp Sam’s switched on and twists to squint at his brother.

“Where’re you going?” he mumbles, rubbing his eyes to ease the sting of the light.

Sam has his back to Dean and is pulling his workout clothes from the dresser. “For a run.”

“Everything okay?”

When Sam turns a little to the side, bending to slide his boxers up his legs, Dean catches a glimpse of the soft curve of his morning wood against his thigh. “Yeah, all normal.”

Dean rolls over fully to run an appreciative look over his brother. Sam’s grown more slender in recent years, focusing more on feeling good with his workouts than any specific goals like bulking up the way he did during the four months Dean was in Hell. Instead, Sam is all lean, powerful muscles and long limbs, and the sight of him stirs Dean’s cock into awareness.

“I could think of a better morning workout to do,” Dean says with a smirk, propping himself up on one elbow.

Sam glances at him once and then turns away again, shaking out his pants. “Not today.”

As soon as the drawstring is cinched around his waist, Sam’s out the door, pulling his t-shirt on as he goes. Dean frowns and throws the blankets off to follow him, pausing in the doorway when he remembers his own nudity. He’s not sure if Rowena’s still hanging around or not. She’s probably buried herself in her bedroom or a storeroom to do whatever the hell she’s up to but he’d rather not risk her seeing his junk.

“Any specific breakfast requests?” he calls after his brother but Sam just gives a halfhearted wave and disappears around the corner.

Still frowning, Dean snags his own clothes from the dresser, throws on his boxers from last night, and heads for the bathroom. Sam will probably be gone an hour or so, which gives Dean plenty of time to shower and get a good breakfast going. There are still fresh peppers in the fridge, as well as eggs. Sam does love an egg white omelet, especially after a run. Maybe a smoothie, too? Yeah, that’s a good idea. Butter Sam up a little with his favorite foods and then maybe he’ll tell Dean what’s going on in that big head of his because clearly something is up.

Dean showers quickly, ignoring any lingering morning arousal as he tries to work out what could possibly be bothering Sam. Everything had seemed fine when Dean fell asleep last night. Sam must have stayed up too late thinking about something but what that something is, Dean doesn’t have the faintest idea.

By the time Sam finally returns, making his way into the kitchen to refill his water bottle before his shower, Dean’s well into cooking their breakfasts and has just poured the mixture for his own omelet into the hot pan.

“Shower quick,” he tells Sam, greedily taking in the heaving of his chest as he catches his breath and the way his sweat-dampened hair curls and sticks to his skin. The imagery reminds him of last night, Sam stretched out on their bed with Dean above him, and Dean’s cock stirs at the memory. He’s going to be jerking off to that one for a long time to come. “Breakfast is almost ready.”

“I’m not hungry,” Sam replies without looking at him and there’s nothing that can kill Dean’s boner faster than an angsty little brother who’s clearly too wrapped up in his thoughts about something.

“You just ran how many miles? Five? And I know you haven’t eaten since before we got home last night, so don’t give me that.” Dean reaches out to grab the sleeve of Sam’s shirt and pull him closer. “Are you feeling nauseous? You’re not coming down with something, right?” Sam gives a little shrug. “Well, you should try and eat just a little bit. You don’t need to eat it all but try a few bites?”

“Okay,” Sam answers softly and Dean leans in to kiss his cheek. Sam hasn’t shaved yet and his stubble is rough against Dean’s lips but he doesn’t mind.

“Go get cleaned up. You reek.”

Sam rolls his eyes, lips curving in a small smile, and heads off down the hallway again. Dean returns his attention to his omelet, once again frowning as he mulls over that interaction. Getting Sam to talk might be harder than he expected.

Dean’s just transferring Sam’s omelet from pan to plate when his brother returns, fresh from the shower and dressed in his usual jeans-flannel combo. Today is that soft red and black one that clings to his chest and shoulders just so. His hair is still damp, soft curls falling against the back of his neck and around his ears. Dean wants to run his fingers through them but suppresses that urge, choosing instead to sit across the table from Sam with his food. The omelet only gets a few bites but the smoothie is a hit, thankfully. At least Sam’s getting some calories today if he’s not planning to eat solid food. The not-eating thing is a huge red flag, though.

“Okay,” Dean says as he finishes his own omelet and pushes his plate aside. “Tell me what’s going on in that big beautiful brain.”

Sam shakes his head, poking at a bit of pepper with his fork. His body is tensed and Dean knows if he’s not careful, Sam’s going to bolt. Sam may be the more “talk about our feelings” one of the brothers but he still has his moments. This is shaping up to be one of them but Dean needs it to not be. Letting Sam stew in his thoughts too long is never a good idea. He ties himself up in anxiety knots that they’ll both spend weeks, months, sometimes even years untangling.

“Don’t run away from this,” Dean says softly, reaching across the table to take the fork from Sam’s hand. He hooks one foot around Sam’s ankle under the table, a small defense to keep Sam from running. It won’t do much to actually hold him but, hopefully, it indicates to Sam that Dean genuinely wants to talk about this. “And eat your food. Do I have to pull out the airplane move?” He gets a bite of omelet on the work and holds it up in front of Sam’s mouth. “It worked when you were little.”

“I’m not hungry,” Sam protests, all pouty little brother. “And I’m not running.”

“Uh-huh.” Dean nudges the fork against Sam’s lips. “Sam.”

“Dean.”

“Sa-am.”

Sam huffs and accepts the bite of omelet, chewing slowly before speaking again. “I just - I don’t know. I guess I’m having some doubts.”

Dean frowns, cutting the omelet with the side of the fork and loading up another bite. “Doubts? About us?” His stomach twists at the thought but Sam shakes his head and lets Dean feed him this second piece of omelet.

“No, not about…” Sam hesitates and then blurts out, “Do you miss sleeping with women?”

“Women? No. Why?”

Sam shrugs. “Something about last night… how much you enjoyed yourself. I guess it got me thinking. It’s been so long since either of us slept with women and I know that’s not a big deal for me since I’ve never been very… you know. But you’ve always…” He trails off and Dean’s heart breaks a little at the expression on his face. Like he’s just waiting for Dean to kick him while he’s down.

“Sam.” Dean nudges Sam’s shin with his toes under the table. “For someone so smart, you can be pretty fucking dumb. Last night was hot as hell but I didn’t think you were hot because you had a vagina or because you were a man with a vagina. I thought it was hot because you’re you and I love you no matter what’s between your legs.”

Sam’s cheeks are an adorable shade of pink. “Really?”

“What did I do to prompt that thought besides really enjoy fucking you?” Dean asks and Sam chews his lip, shrugging. Yeah, that answers that question. Overthinking is a cruel spiral to get trapped in. He wants to lighten the mood a bit, though, and maybe move this past the talking stage. Dean’s always been more about actions than words. “Did you miss me eyeing up your cock this morning?”

Sam rolls his eyes but that sass melts away when Dean lifts his foot to rub his toes along Sam’s inner thigh, sending a shiver through the younger man.

“Yeah,” Dean murmurs, watching Sam’s eyelids flutter as he presses the ball of his foot against the bulge in Sam’s jeans. “I want this in me. Can I?”

Sam nods, breathing out a “yes”, and Dean grins.

They make it to the bedroom somehow, stumbling through the door and falling onto the bed together. They barely remember to lock the door behind them. Dean fumbles with the buttons of Sam’s shirt only to find a v-neck underneath.

“So many layers,” he complains as he pushes the flannel from Sam’s shoulders and yanks the t-shirt up and off.

“You’re one to talk,” Sam laughs, shaking his hair out of his face and getting to work on Dean’s shirts while Dean’s fingers find Sam’s belt.

“Yeah, yeah, just get naked.”

They do accomplish that. Their clothes are scattered all over the room but Dean can’t bring himself to care. Not when he’s pushing Sam onto his back and crawling up to straddle Sam’s hips as he reaches for the lube in his bedside table drawer. Their erections rub against each other with the movement, drawing twin sounds of pleasure from both men.

“Gonna ride you,” Dean promises, pouring lube on his fingers and reaching back to start working himself open. He groans, a sound echoed by Sam. “I love the way you fill me up.”

“So fucking hot,” Sam says, reaching up with one hand to hook his fingers around the back of Dean’s neck. “Where’s the lube?”

The bottle has rolled to rest against Dean’s calf. He scoops it up and passes it to Sam, who doesn’t hesitate to slick up his own fingers.

“Let me?” Sam asks, his lubed hand slipping between Dean’s thighs to brush against where Dean’s rim is stretched around two of his fingers.

Dean is more than happy to let Sam take over. He wipes his hand on the sheet again - they’re definitely going to have to change them later - and leans back to brace himself against Sam’s thighs. Sam’s fingers are long and thick, stretching Dean open in all the best ways. Dean’s head falls back and he hears Sam make an appreciative sound at the sight.

“Gorgeous,” Sam growls, twisting his fingers just so to pull a moan from Dean even as his cheeks burn.

“I’m not-” Dean starts to protest but Sam silences him with a shake of his head. His hand has drifted down to rest on Dean’s belly, just above his cock.

“I will win this argument.” Sam’s hand slips lower to curl loosely around the base of Dean’s cock. “If I’m ‘fucking stunning’, then you’re gorgeous. I don’t make the rules.”

Before Dean can respond, the introduction of a third finger drives all semblance of coherent thought from his head and all he can manage is a low, broken sound that might be Sam’s name. Even Dean himself isn’t entirely sure.

“Think you’re ready?” Sam asks with a knowing smirk.

It’s going to burn a bit, Dean knows, but part of him craves that. The knowledge that Sam’s cock is just that big. Dean’s no shrimp himself but his little brother is proportionate and Dean loves it.

He may be a bit of a size queen.

“Give it to me,” he answers, voice breathier than he’ll ever admit as Sam pulls his fingers free.

Sam slicks up his cock blindly, eyes never leaving Dean’s face, and then guides Dean back to finally get what he’s been craving. Dean moans openly as he’s split wide on the fat head, the slight burn making his cock throb. It always feels like it takes an eternity to sink all the way to the base but he gets there. His ass presses tight against Sam’s bony hips and he’s filled to the brim, deeper than any other man has ever gone, in more ways than one.

“You take me so well.” Sam’s hands stroke up and down Dean’s thighs, soothing the tremble of his muscles before one palm strikes Dean’s ass with a sharp crack that makes Dean clench and moan. “You promised you would ride me. Go on.”

Dean draws a deep breath, nodding, and his hands flail a second before finding their grip on Sam’s forearms. With Sam to brace against, Dean gets to work fulfilling that promise and reminding his brother exactly how much Dean loves him just the way he is.

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shadyauthor · 2 years ago

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Nah bc yall are CRAZY where did yall come from!??!? I woke up to 100 likes and like a bunch of reposts!! Thank yall sm 😭 now here's the full chapter you guys probably want

Strings of their hearts💕 FULL chapter 1

You bursted from your dream, flying up to sit up in your bed. Cold sweat practically dripping from your face. It was that dream again.. you couldn't stand that dream, the uncanny silence always followed by you falling to the ground and wondering what was happening, or what happened really. You never fully understood why you started having that reoccurring dream, you never did anything in the waking world to even cause the dream. You didn't watch horror movies alot, and you haven't been to a forest since you were a pre-teen. Even then, your memories about that summer were blurry and you couldn't remember what happened.

Looking to your nightstand you read your clock "5:00 AM" You sighed, 'time to get up' . You and your friend group had an entire weekend planned out, you all had been planning this for a few weeks, you all would take 3 of your vacation days off of work and go do fun stuff. Fun stuff as in go out on the town for 2 days and regret it all on the third and go back to work on the 4th, today you all were gonna go shopping, you all had very decent jobs so it wasn't very hard to save up alot of spending money.

So not wanting to be late you got up and trudged to your bathroom, flicking the light on you slightly jolted at your appearance 'damn I look like shit man..' you sighed, your hair an absolute mess and your shirt had a wet spot of drool on the collar. Getting ready was the easiest part of most of your days, as you usually knew exactly what was going to happen in the day, so you knew how to dress. But as this days only objective was to "go shopping" it was to vague to know exactly how to dress, but going casual should be good enough. Getting in and out of the shower was a simple task other than the undying fear that you'll slip and break your neck.

You dried your hair with a towel, you wouldn't brush it till you went downstairs. Throwing on your grey button up and torn jeans you shut the lights off and headed downstairs to do your hair and eat breakfast "alexa play don't worry be happy" you stated nonchalantly, it was your favorite song to play in the mornings to calm the nerves.

Humming along to the song, you shuffled to the kitchen in your socks. 'Hmm cereal or eggs...cereal...or....nah cereals easier' you moved over to the cabinets, opening them and pulling out the generic unhealthy colorful marshmallow cereal. You only had a few dishes in your kitchen as you lived alone, unlike your friends who had spouses and kids already. You preferred to live alone, it was more peaceful this way, you had less to worry about. Though you didn't hate the idea of a family, you just didn't really have time to go on dates, you hadn't even had a vacation since you first got your new job. Shaking your head you brought your thoughts back to the task at hand : 'find a bowl and spoon and eat already dude!'

As soon as you got your bowl of cereal ready you moved to your large living room, with black leather couches and dark rugs that complemented the rest of your homes dark pallette. You turned your large mounted TV on and immediately changed it to cartoons, not really wanting to bother watching the News, you already knew the world was going to shit you didn't need another reminder while you where trying to eat your color bombed cereal.

You sighed in content when you settled on spongebob, the joyful sponge making you forget about it all. You finished eating and reached to your brush that was laying on the couch from the previous day of you being to tired to put it up, sighing you brush through all the tangles of your messy hair and half styling it, as in you just brushed your bangs out of your eyes and called it a day.

You pulled your phone from your jeans right pocket, seeing it was already "7:45 AM" you smiled, it was time to go pick up some of your friends!

You got in your car, it was the biggest out of your friends, the most seats and room. So it was the favorite of the group, in total your friend group would be riding in two cars, to make it easier to go from place to place. In your car, you had : Mark, Jamie, Clara, Anita, and Fry. You were close friends with Clara, Anita, and Fry, Mark and Jamie being mutual friends you met through the group. Your friend Claire was driving the second car, in their car they had: Gary, Moose, and Wendy.

You and Wendy used to date, you remember. But you both knew it would've never worked out, neither of you could imagine a future with eachother, but you two were still very good friends. You were the ring carrier at her wedding, she had a very kind wife, always smiling and always caring for others.

Smiling you drove the half hour to pick your first friends up, Mark and Fry. They lived next to eachother, everyone in the group knew they had it bad for eachother but themselves, you shook your head, they were so oblivious to eachother. You tried turning your radio on, but to your dismay, all that played was static. You tried connecting it to the Bluetooth but that wouldn't work either 'Huh...weird, might have to take it to the shop already.' You slightly grumbled, you really didn't want to take it to the shop. You had just gotten this car barely a year back, it was only a few years old itself, it really shouldn't be having problems yet.

It was 8:20, you were daydreaming and drumming on the steerwheel to a made up tune in your head, waiting for your friends to come out already. Smiling as soon as you saw you blonde haired friend Mark, he was always worried about being late to things, he was generally anxious alot either way, but being late was like life or death for him. "Hey buddy! Ready for the day?" He said with his raspy voice, he was the eldest of the group and used to be a singer until his last show that ended in an accident that costed him his voice. It took him years to be able to talk again, the entirety of those years you and your friends worried for him so badly. He fell into a deep state of depression, his deepest passion was gone forever, and he could do nothing about it.

"Course I am bud, how about you? You ready to tell Fry how much you love him?" You smirked, looking at the rear view mirror to look at him. He burst into a fit of embarrassment "Don't say that! He could be here any minute!!" He whisper yelled at you, looking around like Fry would appear out of thin air at any moment. "Fine fine..you gotta tell him at some point Mark." You said, smiling at him after finally turning your head to fully look at him "he's on his way out right now, he just texted me" He nodded, scooting to the seat behind the driver's.

You two only had to wait a minute before Fry was clumsily running out the door, struggling to pull on his coat and walking at the same time. His long red hair falling all over the place, coffee in hand, he really looked like a disaster waiting to happen today. He scooted into the middle back seat next to Mark, already red and embarrassed for how foolish he must've looked.

As soon as they both buckled in, you pulled out immediately. You had to pick up Jamie, Clara, and Anita next, which is absolutely god sent because they were siblings and still lived in the same house.

Arriving at the mall wasn't the easiest thing in the world, no matter how simple it seemed, you and your friends argued for half an hour over which mall to go to and whether to stop for food first or not. In the end, you got some quick fast food and ate on the way to the south mall center and waited in the car till both parties were done eating.

You were already tired, you could feel a headache starting to pull at your head and you wanted to be done and go home already. Your entire body was tired and you couldn't understand why you were so exhausted already, at this point if they just left you in the car to sleep you'd be fine with it.

The triplets were sitting in the back row of seats in your car, all rough housing and making the car shake, fighting over food. You shook your head, you would've said it was to early for this already but it really wasn't with how long they took to pick up. "YOOO WHAT ARE YOU TEXTING YOUR BOYFRIEND???? THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE?" Jamie practically screamed, they really had no sense of an inside voice, and it didn't change that you all were in a car. "NO DUDE SHUT THE FUCK UP YOUR HURTING MY EARS" Clara shoved Jamies face away from her phone, she was always on it, it was like her prop that was glued to her hand. "Was that a rat in the parking lot just now?? Oh nah you aren't getting me out of this car now." Anita, the quietest of the trio, but also the most clean freak of the entire group. She was a neutral hard to hate person, because she was just calm, unless you were dirty then may God have mercy on you.

"Guys, we were supposed to be in the store YESTERDAY. Jesus fuckin' christ man" you passive aggressively told them

You had already been to countless stores, its been hours and if you were exhausted before? Your starting to lay down in the grave now. And the worst part was that they hadn't let you go to a single store you liked yet, and you knew for a fact that you, Fry, Jamie and Moose, wanted to go to the same type of store.

Finally...FINALLY, one of the three spoke up and said they were going to one of the game stores. And just as you guessed it, not only yourself tagged along, the other two did as well. As you and your group walked to the exit, where the game store was at, you all decided it was gonna be the last store you visit for the day as it was already getting dark and the store was closing already.

As you guys all separated inside the large gaming store, filled with anything and everything possibly related to game stuff, from game boards to games to decoration. You knew it would be the shortest trip in the entire store as everything was overly priced and the majority of everyone has spent the most of their money for the day.

Sighing you looked through the games, new, old, demos, it was crazy! They had everything in here. Choosing a few random titles that looked fun and interesting you were nearing the end of the aisle, all the digital games being located in the back corner of the store, it was creepy and poorly lit strangely but to you it was magical. The closer you got to the end of the aisle the more uneasy you felt, the more dirty the floor got and dusty the shelves became. It felt like you were being watched despite no one being near where you were, so finally just speedwalking to the end instead of taking your time and becoming more creeped out.

Then. Something caught your eye, shiny, very shiny. Somehow shining through the cobwebs and dust thats built up over clearly a very very long time, you used one of the cases to wipe it off and looked at it... 'weird...I didn't know they sold dating sims..they really do sell everything I guess' you hummed while looking it over. The characters looked silly and colorful, though it was clearly worn as the colors were fading, the title in jumbled colorful letters spelling "Strings of their hearts" with little glittery hearts surrounding it, those must've been the things that caught your eye. To say you were intrigued would be a bit of an understatement, you slipped it between your other cases of games, not wanting to be teased for getting it.

Dropping your friends off was the most relieving part of your day, as you dropped the triplets off it felt like a pressure had been taken off of your head.

Driving to Mark and Frys residence was the second to last thing left to do today, you looked in your rear view mirror to watch as they both smiled and giggled while talking to eachother, you smiled, they were so happy together and the day they finally tell eachother about their feelings they will be even happier. It is almost a toothrotting sweet thought, you slowed your car into a stop at the curb near their home, you let a breath of relief out as their neighborhood was hard to locate in the dark, even with your headlights on.

It was 10:55 and you still had time to pick fast food up on the way home, you waved to your to friends and your smile widened as you saw they were holding hands as they walked eachother home.

Okay nevermind, the trip to your local Wendy's was already proving to be even more stressful than your mall trip, the lady in front of you yelling at the cashier over a coupon that had been expired for atleast a year. You decided to just walk out and go through the drive thru instead, it was quiet and more peaceful, though the line was long and you were fourth in line you decided to make yourself less bored by trying to see if your radio was still broken, turning it on and turning to a random station that would play at late hours you waited..all that came out was static but you felt like you should wait longer, and then you heard it

... A garbled sound of someone trying to talk through multiple different voices and sounds, you immediately got freaked out and shut it off, 'if Satan wants to take my soul he can do it later when I'm not in a Wendy's drive thru..talk about embarrassing'

After getting your food and it already being 11:40 you were semi-speeding home, you already didn't like being out this late no matter how much it looked so beautiful. You would keep remembering your dream, as the moon hung overhead, and it didn't help that your neighborhood with very large gaps between houses was filled with trees, it was like a forest. You hated it. It made you feel sick and like you didn't belong there.

Stepping on the gas and slowing down as soon as you got home, you grabbed your paper bag of food and plastic bag filled with games and stuffed animals among other things and raced into your home, not bothering to lock the car until you locked your own houses door. If anyone..anything..was out there it couldn't get you in the safety of your home..right? You didn't spend an arm an a leg getting the best security system in the country for nothing.

You ate your food on the couch while watching more cartoons, but something wouldn't stop biting at your brain. That game, it was dusty, old, and was extremely underpriced, so much so that the employees were slightly agitated on how little you spent at their store. You looked at the bag, and jolted as the case was slightly falling out of the bag, 'weird..I thought it was buried in there??' You were slightly unnerved, but having nothing to do, and not being tired enough to sleep, combined with having finished you food..

You turned the TV off, taking the case and the bag upstairs to your room, throwing the bag to the bed as soon as you entered into your room, locking your door you turned to your PC. You didn't know if it was a download code game or a disk, but it did say it was a PC game, so putting the case on the desk and sitting down while your monitor and pc booted up, you read the back.

"Wow! Thank you so much for getting the game! Your just the most aren't you?

Well, welcome to the neighborhood neighbor! Its so nice to have a new face around here, and a very good looking one at that! And say..I think a few of your new neighbors think that too! Find out who likes you and what happens! You have two months to get a date! Have fun!" With a crayon designed smiley face under it. Though it was weird that they knew you bought the game, maybe it was just an oversight? You turned the case back around, looking at the characters again. They were colorful and some of them were attractive to you but then again you were attracted to the weirdest things, but one of them stood out to you, the yellow skinned puppet with blue styled up hair. He looked like your opposite, calm, charming, he actually had his hair styled unlike you...you started laughing at yourself, of course you would degrade yourself and compare yourself to a Muppet lookalike, it was a very you thing to do.

Shaking your head you opened the case, unlike the outside the inside was black. That was extremely weird for a game case, like..really really weird but you shook it off and popped the disc into the slot on your PC.

The game immediately started booting up, and very catchy music that your positive would be stuck in your head started to play, the screen fading from white to a colorful scene of all the characters on a picnic blanket looking at you, as if inviting you to sit down and join them. So joyful, you already loved it, it seemed you were gonna become obsessed with yet another game again

And this...was going to be a long night.

HOOO BOY THAT TOOK ME AN ENTIRE TO DAY TO WRITE OUT. I'm EXTREMELY sorry that its kinda short, as I've said before I'm very sucky at writing, BUT I'm determined to see this out through the end. My thoughts tend to drift alot and overdetail pointless things like the side characters though they won't really contribute to the story much

SO IM SORRY 😭😭

Im working on the date outfits as I write this, and they are literally turning out better than my writing itself, so you guys will probably enjoy those more than the fic. As I'm going to be making short comics to go with these!

Anyways see you next chapter!

#wally darling x reader #fanfiction #julie joyful x reader #sally starlet x reader #welcome home x reader #welcome home au #welcome home fanfic #welcome home #heart strings💕 au

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ultraglittercat · 4 years ago

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Drabble 122

Vampire Bats 1 (AU)

At 14, Varian was a very logical person. He didn't believe in ghosts, or werewolves, or witches, or magic hair (despite all the rumors surrounding the newly-returned Princess of Corona.) He believed in science and the things he could study and discern their physical and alchemical components. Which was why he had no qualms abut going into the orchard late one foggy evening to retrieve firewood while his ailing father slept.

It was chilly as Varian walked, looking for dead wood they could burn so they wouldn't have to resort to chopping down any tree. A less scientifically minded teenager might have been scared, but Varian knew that the cool temperature was the reason for his goosebumps- not fright. And his breath certainly didn't catch in his throat when he heard a rustling sound behind him.

“D-dad? I thought you were still in bed. I-I'm big enough to do this chore on my own. You need to rest and recover.” Varian stammered. But it wasn't Quirin behind him. There was nobody there but Varian and the shadows surrounding him. Okay, maybe it was a little creepy, but Varian could handle this. He reached into a pocket and pulled out a small vial, glowing with a green liquid Varian had synthesized. The shadows retreated somewhat and Varian caught a glimpse of a bat swooping in his direction. A bat? He almost laughed out loud at his foolishness, but then the bat swerved and dived straight towards his head. Varian ducked, but too slowly, and the bat nipped at his neck.

“Ow!” Varian yelped. He rubbed his hand against his neck, wincing in pain. He hoped it was a small wound, and not one that would bleed a lot, because Varian tended to faint at the sight of blood. At least, if he was bleeding now, Varian hadn't seen it. Thank heavens for small miracles.

Varian bent down, grabbing the nearest pieces of firewood. Once he had a good-sized bundle, he turned around and headed home, no longer thinking of the bat bite and the fear he'd briefly felt.

“I'm back, Dad.” Varian announced. He could hear snores from his father's room, and he relaxed. Quirin would sleep off his illness and the household could go back to it's normal state. Varian knew he should sleep too, but for some reason his head was buzzing, and he couldn't get comfortable in bed, try as he might. Perhaps he was getting sick, too...

Morning came, far too early for Varian's liking. He'd finally managed some sleep, by lying upside down and letting his head dangle over the edge of the bed. It was weird, but it had worked, so Varian wasn't complaining.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” Quirin greeted him, passing a plate of eggs and toast to Varian. Quirin seemed to have fully recovered and had quite the appetite. But Varian's stomach turned at the sight of food, which was strange, as he usually loved his Dad's cooking.

“I'm not hungry.” Varian mumbled.

“Oh? You're not catching my cold, are you?” Quirin worried. He placed a palm on Varian's forehead. “You don't feel warm, quite the opposite. But you are looking pale. I think you might want to lie down.”

Back in bed where he had hardly slept? That didn't appeal to Varian at all. “I'm fine. I got the firewood last night, and I guess I was up later than I realized.” Varian made an excuse.

“Thank you, son. We're probably going to need it, it looks like we'll be in for an early winter this year. There's already frost on the grass and on the windows.” Quirin pointed out. Varian looked outside but all he really noticed was how bright the sun was shining, and how it gave him a headache.

“...You sure you're fine?” Quirin pressed. Varian nodded. “Then we'd better get started on picking those apples. A little frost won't hurt them, but we need to get the harvest in soon.” Quirin said.

Varian pushed aside his uneaten breakfast and went to get the wheelbarrow for carrying the apples. Quirin tidied up the plates and hummed out of tune. Soon father and son were ready to go the orchard, both bundled up in jackets and scarves.

But Varian soon came to regret wearing a jacket, because despite the signs of frost, Varian felt as if he were getting sunburned with every step and the extra layers only added to his discomfort. Quirin didn't seem to notice, he was too involved in his work, which was good because if he had looked closely at Varian, he would have surely sent his boy back inside.

Varian climbed up and down the ladder numerous times, picking the red fruit. He'd never noticed before, but the color red was very appealing. Unconsciously he ran his tongue over his teeth, and noticed the canines seemed sharper than usual, almost nicking his tongue. And then there would have been blood, and that would have been... not as awful as he used to think. Varian wondered what had brought about that change, but if it meant he'd finally gotten over one of his fears, he wasn't going to question it. So he kept on picking apples with Dad, stopping every so often to wipe the sweat off his face. Why did the sun have to be so darned hot, anyway?!

“Ready for a break, Varian?” Quirin asked.

“Okay, Dad.” Varian agreed. Anything to beat this awful heat!

“We got a nice harvest today. Good job, Varian.” Quirin praised. Varian didn’t respond, just stared at the apples in the wheelbarrow. He wasn't hungry for eggs, but he might take a bite out of those juicy, red apples. Varian grabbed one and popped it in his mouth. It looked good, but unfortunately it had very little taste. Perhaps it wasn't as ripe as it seemed.

“Help me put these apples in the barn. We can feed the animals while we're at it.” Quirin said. Varian followed, not feeling his usual enthusiasm for the task. At least not until he saw the pigs and cows. Varian licked his lips as a particularly fat pig wandered over. Varian liked the taste of ham and bacon, but he'd never felt the urge to eat any of the farm animals before their time. Today though, he found himself not caring if the meat was raw. He moved his tongue from side to side again, this time cutting his tongue. He tasted the coppery sensation of blood and found he liked it, which was by far the weirdest thing about a very weird day.

“Varian? What's the matter?” Quirin asked.

“I-I don't know.” Varian admitted. “...maybe I am sick after all?”

Quirin nodded. “You definitely look it. Go lie down, I'll finish up in the barn.” Quirin said.

Slowly, Varian walked back to the house. Once inside, he tore off the jacket and scarf, briefly touching the puncture wound on his neck. It was inflamed, probably an infection on top of a cold. No wonder he felt awful.

So Varian headed to his room, satisfied that he had finally put together what was making him feel so bad. He almost flopped straight onto the bed, but he decided instead to look in the mirror first, see if he really looked as bad as he felt.

Varian stared at the mirror, and let out a cry. He no longer had a reflection! But if he could have seen his face he would have known that the blue stripe in his hair was now a dark red.

The End

I don't know if I'll ever continue this (I'll just leave it as a one shot for now) but it was kinda fun exploring the Vamparian AU.

#tangled the series #tts #tts varian #tangled varian #varian #tts quirin #tangled quirin #quirin #AU #alternate universe #vamparian #fanfiction #fanfic #my fiction #halloween

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The Witcher’s Mate Chapter 21

It had taken a little over ten days to reach the Witcher stronghold. At day five, Geralt had felt ready to crawl out of his skin and demanded that one of the mages conjure up a portal to take them to Kaer Morhen. The itch under his skin had grown into a raw pain gnawing at him, his dislikes for portal didn’t matter he would just cover his eyes and plunge deep into the gateway. Triss with a piteous frown as she refused to state that ‘both of you need space’ and Yennefer simply smirked and turned away. It meant Geralt spent the next five days barely sleeping or eating; he had gone through a gallon of the smelly gloop to keep the fever at bay. As soon as silver tower peaked over tops of the trees, Geralt charged Roach off in a mad dash to the castle. Bracken and brambles tugged at his leathers, but he barely noticed them in his focus of her scent. It was everywhere, that blend of apples and the ocean, soothing and heady. But there was something different, something else mixed in with it, tangy and fresh. Zesty and fury like ginger and lime. It has a seductive edge to her usually nubile smell.

His heavy footfalls echoed through the valley as he stomped up the stone staircase and threw open the heavy oak doors as it, they were weightless. The scent of her was enough to send him into a frenzy; it was everywhere. Beads of sweat began to slide down the side of his neck; he had been able to smell her for the last two day, the slight scent on the wind. He had smelt the slight change in her scent, but he couldn’t imagine it would affect him in this way. In his half-fried brain, he half expected her to throw herself into his arms; if she had suffered the way he had, she would be a mess of need. But there was no one to welcome him, just stretch after stretch of empty halls. No Jaskier or Ciri or Vesemir. No Adva. He had caught a glimpse of his old master’s mare wandering around the field, grazing on the wild grass and weeds. Tearing from room to room he searched in vain, ever room he dismissed the scent grew stronger till, at last, he found them on what had once been loosely called a veranda, that had been repurposed into some sort of outdoors study. Books stacked chest high. Piles of manuscript tucked neatly at the side and stacks of paper protectively held down from the wind by a furious wolves head paperweight roaring at him.

‘Where is she?’ A gruff voice barked out, breaking the three from their study.

Ciri and Jaskier eyes immediately snapped up to the tired-looking Witcher before sharing a dark look. His mentor, on the other hand, didn’t show much as look in his direction, merely turned the page and continued reading. Vesemir didn’t need to see his student to know what sort of state he was in. His voice was like gravel, and there was no energy behind it. Jaskier frowned at his friend and a twinge of guilt; he had been somewhat hard on the Witcher last time he saw him. Geralt looked exhausted, dirty and dusty, hair an unkept mess and harrowed eyes lost their glow but still held that ferrous intensity.

Ciri also saw it, but Witcher eyes also gave her the keen sight to see past beyond the surface, he was barely clinging on to his sanity, his eyes were mad and crazy. It scared her; his eyes had always been impassive seeing them so full with emotion was disturbing.

‘Cooking dinner. Apparently, they don’t like my cooking.’ Vesemir growled out at the young bard; his narrow eyes swept over them before resting on the younger Witcher. The harsh eyes soften slightly as he took in Geralt frame before hardening again, letting them full down on the page with a scowl.

‘Well someone had to tell you at some point, it pretty diabolical. Hello, sweetie, I see you have done lots of research already’ Triss smiled as she slides into the room silently trailed by the violet-eyed mage.

Triss lent in and peaked the younger girl on the cheek before dropping down exhausted into one of the seats.

‘Good. Adva and I were pressed ganged into slating the roof yesterday, I have tar in places I didn’t know it could be stuck, and Jaskier has actually been helpful for once getting all texts from the archive.’ Ciri playful smiled across at Jaskier who sat ideally tunning his lute having given up research several hours ago

‘You let her up on that death trap.’ Geralt growled inching toward the older man.

‘She is a good worker, and the roof needed doing. And don’t give me lip boy you aren’t too big to get a hiding.’ Vesemire stood, chair strapping dangerously on the stone floor as both men took the measure of the other.

It broke him to see his young ward to look so…so broken. His hair was wild and covered in blue smears. His eyes were glowing a dangerous orange and always moving, body twitching with excess energy, but he looked tired, exhausted even, deep bruises had formed underneath his eyes, making them appear sallow and hollow.

‘She could have fallen and broken her neck. She is not a servant for you to order around.’ Geralt snapped edging himself closer to his former tutor

‘Adva wanted to help out, and frankly, if you hadn’t let that mage of yours off her leash, that mate of yours wouldn’t be mopping around the castle looking for a distraction from the shit show that usually comes with your romantic relationships.’ Vesemir spat out.

‘This is not going to end well…but it will make an exciting Ballard.’ Jaskier half-whisper is stunned awe as both Witchers sized up to each other.

Geralt gazed down at the older man, their size had never really come up, there wasn’t much difference in it, but Geralt was just slightly taller, but that bit of height gave him the ability to look down at the older man. Never in his entire life had he wanted to strike him, they had always had a solid bond, a close a Witcher could get to a father and son relationship. With a silent snarl, Geralt gave him one last look before storming off toward the kitchens.

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Once upon a time when Kaer Morhen had been a flourishing Witcher stronghold, the kitchens feed hundreds of people. The hearth was large and spacious with room to roast several roasting pigs. There were three large stoves, and an open smoking pit and oven, along with a prepping bench that stretched across the large kitchen and large open window shone light from across the valley where the sun rose, and the sunset providing the kitchen with light every possible moment of the day. Back in Brightwater, this would have been her dream kitchen; it was light and airy with every possible thing she wanted or needed. The one in the brothel was windowless and had what you would barely call a roasting pit which billowed out smothering smoke that blinded and choked her. It made her sad inside to know that the kitchen would only service a handful of people anymore; it seemed such as waste.

Despite her heavy heart, she felt okay, just incredibly numb. Food had no taste; fire had no warmth; the wind could barely be felt against her skin. Even Jaskier’s silliness did not affect her. She knew he was funny, playing the jester to make her happy, it was hilarious, but she had to force herself to laugh, to smile and join in, but she felt cold inside. She was content to hide away in the kitchen pandering to Jaskier need for edible food or help repair the dilapidated castle anything that made her forgot for a brief moment. Forget that she might be a mermaid, forget about Geralt and Yennefer.

‘Adva’

She tensed as she felt Geralt’s gruff tones echo across the pantry. As soon as she turned around, she regretted it, he looked so adoring, so in sorry and it broke her heart. Quickly turning, she forced herself to focus on the meal she was preparing in front of her—a simple meal of leavened bread cakes, eggs, and spiced vegetables. The dried meal had been soaked in oils and herb and roasted in the pit with garlic and sliced figs. The Witchers had been self-sufficient here with various trees and vegetable patches planted which meant her meals could be that much more flavourful and at least better than whatever that dish Vesemire had prepared on their arrival.

‘Look I really don’t want to talk about it.’ She sighed as she placed the bread cakes in a serving bowl and slicing the meat into mouthful chunks if she turned around now she would be a goner, she knew that and kept her gaze trained on the chopping board in front of her.

‘Avda…’ Geralt croaked.

Throwing her knife down, she half screamed in frustration ‘Geralt! It's fine; I get it. You prefer Yennefer to me, it's fine. I understand I am not upset. We will find the book you can break the bond, and you can go off with her. Can we just not talk about it please I just want to forget about it.’ Tears were now welling up in her eyes and threaten to spill onto her cheeks.

‘Adva, please.’ Geralt pleaded. ‘You need to listen to me. We need to talk, please….. I know I messed up by not telling you….but I have been so confused. I have been attached to Yennefer for so long… But all I can think of is you, every fibre of me needs you. You are my soul mate….Please Adva.’

Geralt reached out his bronzed hand and grasped her forearm gently turned her to face him. Blue eyes met gold orbs, and she felt herself melt. The warmth of his hand felt good against her skin; she could help but sigh as the feeling it was the first time she had felt anything in so long, it gave her more pleasure than anything before ever had, well almost. The hungry look in his eyes took her back to that night. She wanted nothing more than to push him down on the table behind him and…. The though were more explicit than she ever thought herself capable of.

It would be so easy to full into his arms and forget the events of the last ten days, but then that violent eyed mage face entered her mind.

‘No…just no. I can’t; I just can’t be near you right now. Please leave me alone.’

‘Adva…How can I prove to you that I don’t want her, just you, only you.’

‘You didn’t tell me. You go from Yennefer to me because of your ‘bond’, and I won't be there when you change you mind.’ Adva’s voice was barely a whisper.

‘You know that not what this is….I could never do that. Let me worship you my little flower.’

Pulling herself out from his grasp, she could look at him; she couldn’t trust herself to look at him not now. ‘Just…just stay away from me. I can’t; I just can't right now. Stay away from me.’ She whimpered out before escaping out the room into dark ache way to collect herself away from the sounds of crashing furnisher.

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‘Dinner’ Adva called, swiftly made her way to the library and pulled open the dumb waiter and immediately began to offload the food onto the table. It was not a very fancy meal but it smelt good, but she couldn’t force herself to feel hungry. A sickness bubbled in her stomach, and she carried the food to the table, bowl by bowl. She agonised over her discussion with Geralt. Part of her believed him, but the other part felt relieved; she knew this story all too well. It had happened to too many of the girls on the brothel, promises of love destroyed them, made them totally dependent and vulnerable to the men that promised them everything, only for them to be cast them off and move onto a new woman leaving behind a wreak. It happened to one girl, in particular, Soffie, a pretty young thing, 18 and bright-eyed whisked off to some exotic land but an elegant merchant. The blonde woman child followed after him and returned 18 months later looking ten years older having whore her way across the country to get home. Soffie was never the same as that her eyes lost that spark in her eyes, flirted with died eyes as she took man after man to her room. She refused to be like that, but every part of her schemed she was doing the wrong thing.

The food smelt wonderful, full of fresh herbs and toasted spiced, the buttery bread gave an oddly comforting aroma, but she felt no hunger or want to eat in fact she felt sick thinking about have to force it down her throat. Jaskier slid in next to her and Ciri wedged herself next to her, sandwiching themselves either side of her. Geralt stalker over and slide himself opposite her, staring darkly across at her.

‘Have you cleaned?’ Yennefer asked in the manner only suited to a queen, arrogant and dismissive. ‘I am glad to see you putting the creature to work.’ She sneered at the group huddled around the table.

Five pairs of eyes glared up at Yennefer as she sneered down at Adva, her eyes slide over to the prepared food, and her lips curled back over pearly white teeth. Adva was torn between wanting to shrink back in her seat and wanting to throw the plate of glazed vegetables into her perfect face or pour the bitter ale over her head and ruin the stunning dress that clung to her body. If you could call it a dress, it was a thin strip of silk that wrapped around her shoulders and dipped down to her naval where it was tied in an attractive knot and bellowed down into a floaty skirt. Truly, Adva had never wanted to harm someone as severely as she did now.

Instead, Adva lifted her shoulder and pulled on a piece of bread, nibbling on a corner. It was soft and chewy, but it turned to ash in her mouth. ‘Have you found anything?’

‘Not really, just a lot of lore and eyewitness story.’ Ciri breezed as she poured himself a long drink. ‘

‘Did you find anything more in the archives’ Adva smiled sweetly as Jaskier who was devouring a bread cake laden with the roasted vegetables and meat.

‘Just this…It an accord from the last war with the Merfold and the Humans. It nothing interesting but look at the signature.’ The bard pushed the scroll into the centre of the tabled.

It was an elegant piece of material. It was not the usual discoloured yellow but a pale green. It shimmered in the sunlight, and the smell of seawater still lingered in the air. Reaching out a pale hand Adva brushed the paper with her middle finger, the silky parchment slide across her flesh as she traced the signature on the paper. The curl of the letters spelt across the bottom of the page next to a scruffy scrawl.

‘Cersi…’

‘It appears Cersi and Mousesack acted as arbitrator between the two parties. The Empress Azalea, First of Her Name, The Protector of the Deep and Waves, Queen of Navacis, Sovereign of Sirei, Mother of all and ruler of the Great Sea met with Leopold the Ready to discuss the peace treaty between the two kingdoms.’ Ciri explained pushing the document toward the Mage and the Witcher.

Geralt skimmed the document, narrowing his eyes at the lengthy text—a mix of sonic script and Novigradian. How a text like this got into the archives was strange, it should have been locked in some vault or the archives at Oxenfurt. Underneath it was the incomplete family tree of Empress Azalea, deep crinkles wove their way onto his brow as he gazed down at the small pile of papers. A page about the full history of the high court and the great families of the Great Sea. Mermaid were notoriously private, which meant little was known about them and that their research would uncover nothing that would illuminate the situation. Something caught the corner of his eyes, something that felt important but he couldn’t exactly put his finger on it.

‘So you think that Cersi became friendly with some Mermaid who gave her a child to look after who she abandoned to a torturous mage and then brothel.’ Vesemir scoffed, scooping up another palate full of meat and vegetables.

‘Cersi put her in the brothel to protect Adva. The mermaid physic emits pheromones which could have put her in danger from others…it’s the only thing that would make sense.’ Triss smiled across at her young pupil.

The caramel eyed mage took the hand of the young mermaid. The poor girl's hand was icy cold and sweaty. For her sake, Triss hoped that Cersi had placed her in that brothel for that reason, it was the only thing that made sense, a less Cersi had a darker motive which she prayed to god she didn’t, she didn’t know how much more Adva could take.

Ciri glanced around the table, all, ever Yennefer seemed to be in deep thought, somberly munching on their food. Pondering on the fact, Ciri spoke ‘Have ever you thought that maybe Cersi is her mother? And she had an affair with a male mermaid.’

‘Titian. No, I would have smelt it’ Geralt muttered pushing the document away from him. ‘Besides being a Mage it's unlikely, most are infertile having gone through their…. Transformation.’ Geralt muttered, glancing behind him to the stoic raven-haired Mage.

Adva knew what that entailed, Cersi had spoken a little about her regret about seeking out her transformation and losing her womb. Part of her often wondered if Lord Brightwater and Cersi kept her for the temple of mages to keep her from that vicious alteration to her body. Part of her wanted to say that if she had been training in the Magely arts that she would have refused the procedure, but there was a lot, she would have changed. She would like to be taller and slimmer; she was all curves and thick body parts. She would keep her eyes and lips, and her noise though slightly too big gave her character. Her breasts were too small and hips too big. Maybe she would have changed them; her womb didn’t seem that big a sacrifice to her, hers didn’t even work anymore that’s to Tradi’s nightly beating.

Vesemir bleached loudly ‘It not impossible. Merfolk is the oldest document race. Many scholars believed they were the first race before some cast themselves out of the water and crawled onto the land. It would not be surprising if they had access to some sort of fertility magic or something. I once met a sailor who claimed that a Mermaid cast as a spell on his seed and he went on to have 13 children.’ The older man shrugged dipping his break in the mean juices.

Yennefer look down at the girl who was looking gloomily poked at her food, casting a curious eye over her figure. If that was true, the girl might be a useful tool in her pursuits of a family. A smirk stretched across her lips as the girl glanced up. The smiled faltered as Adva blue eyes met her violet orbs. A swirl of angry and hatred burnt brightly. The little fish was starting to turn into a shark.

‘Cersi smell is wholly different from Adva; it improbably they are related. Mothers and daughter usually have the same base smell.’ Geralt gruffly added.

Vesemire nodded, started to know one another piece of meat

‘What about I ask Crispin? He might have something in his book collection that could share some province.’ Adva piped up. ‘The Earl, he did say that he had a large collection of books on creatures and plants, he hinted about some rare pieces in his collection.’

‘Oh, it Crispin now?’ Geralt snapped. Jealous surged within him, she could barely speak his name, but she freely spoke about a man she barely knew.

Triss rolled her eye at the stropping Witcher, ignore the sound of several doors the slammed behind him ‘I will send a message to him, he should be back at his manor by now. He might be able to help…I hope.’

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Adva paced. Might be a word she had come to hate. Might be able to help. At this point, hope wasn’t enough. Everything that she found raised more question then answers. If she really was a Mermaid, had her parents given her to Cersi? Or was she stolen? Was Cersi her mother? The question was enough to bring her to tears. Up until now, her life had been uneventful; in the past four months, there was enough to last her a lifetime. Taking a deep breath, she inhaled the heady scent of oak and spice. Geralt. Angry tears welled up in her eyes, shining in the moonlight. Gods! Her body was burning with a need for Geralt while her mind was screaming at her to run away from Geralt and Yennefer as fast as she could. She hadn’t seen Geralt since he stormed off during dinner. Yennefer, on the other hand, had stayed in the library till they all retired for the night. Yennefer had been very quiet, but the glares she sent across the table where vicious and menacing. Part of her wanted to run a hide somewhere, but a bigger part of her wanted to rip her apart. It scared her. Never had she ever wanted to hurt anyone with such a ferocity of feeling, she could feel the energy simmer under skin throbbing away violently.

Throwing open the window, the cool breeze caressed her skin. In the darkness of the surrounding wood, a figure stood vigilant beneath a mighty oak. Even in the darkness, she could see the outline of a man bundled up in a fine black cloak his face hidden in the shadows. She didn’t know why, but it gave her an overwhelming sensation a dread. The man had no right being up here, it was the hidden sanctuary of the school of Wolf and the long-kept secret to the world, how a man had wandered up here and found it scared her. Even at this distance, she could sense the man's face twist into a scowl as he tenses himself.

She watched the shadow hesitate against underneath the door—the wind dying in the air.

Creak! The floorboard screamed under the immense weight of a heavy boot as they moved through the corridor.

Whirling around, wide eyes fell on the door. The thick line of light shone out across the darkens floor shifted as a figure passed over it. She knew, she just knew who it was. The figure shifted outside the door wavering on the threshold. Geralt was looming in front of the door. Her breath caught in her chest as she watches the shadow shift from side to side. A soft groan vibrated through the wood as a weight lent against it. They both knew they could sense the other separated by a thick strip of wood. All he had to do was to turn the handle. All she has to do was to turn the handle. But they didn’t. A low growl grew from behind the door, shaking as it built in intensity, making the air thick with electricity.

Adva gulped as she watched the shadow retreat from the door before the warm orange glow disappeared descending her into darkness, only the pale light of the new moon illuminating her room. Turning back, the figure was gone leaving the lonely oak tree surrounded by a deep dark shadow. Blinking several times, she refocused on the patch of dirt where the man stood to find nothing but a lonely branch waving in the wind.

She was losing her mind, squeezing her eyes shut, she slipped under the quilted blanket, snuggled down into the bed and flung the cotton over blanket on top of her shivering body as anxiety twisted and knotted in her stomach.

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One Night in Milwaukee - Ch. 5

I’m considering changing the title to “One Night in Milwaukee (and a week in Florida)...” Enjoy and please reblog!

David x Patrick, 15k so far, A03

Chapter 5

David takes his time showering and doing his hair. He had thought that his run would center him, but all it took was one quick conversation with Patrick to knock him off balance.

He wishes he could put his own clothes back on, but since everything he brought with him is either in the wash or soaked in sweat, it’s not an option. Tying a towel around his waist, he goes into the bedroom and looks through Patrick’s suitcase. He allows himself a satisfying eye roll at the contents – the expected button-downs in shades of blue and green, jeans that probably won’t even fit David, and a few plain t-shirts and pairs of khaki shorts. David sighs and selects briefs, shorts, and an olive green t-shirt, a nondescript fashion choice that would make his mother weep. At least he’ll only have to wear them for an hour or so until his own clothes come out of the dryer.

He finds Patrick in the kitchen, hovering next to the island.

“I made eggs,” Patrick says, sliding a plate towards him.

“Thanks.” The eggs are just like David likes them, with a sprinkle of salt and pepper, and a piece of toast on the side. David recognizes the wheat bread he bought yesterday on his trip to the grocery store, somewhat bland but decent enough given the heaping of butter Patrick has spread on it.

They eat in silence for a few minutes, until the stress of it is too much for David to take.

“These are good.”

“It’s just scrambled, we didn’t have any cheese-”

“I can go to the store again, I didn’t know what you’d want-”

“You don’t have to do that,” Patrick says. “You didn’t have to go in the first place.”

“So I shouldn’t have?”

“No, no, it was great that you did…” Patrick catches David’s gaze, and they both sigh. “Why is this so awkward?” Patrick asks, taking their now empty plates and putting them in the sink.

“I don’t know, maybe because it’s been a long time, and things are different, and we both want everything to work out? But there’s no guarantee.” David stands up and waves his hands at the neat little kitchen and the safe tan sofa with its blue and white pillows and the “Home Sweet Home” sign on the wall with an outline of the state of Florida. He’s not sure he’s ever felt so out of place. “And this is not somewhere I ever expected to be, and I really don’t know what to do with it.”

Patrick nods, that sadness coming over his face again, and it makes David want to strangle someone. Not Patrick, never Patrick. But whoever was responsible for taking his good, decent button and making him sad.

<i>It was you, you asshole,</i> his unhelpful brain tells him, and isn’t that just the worst.

“Want to see the pool?” Patrick asks, and although David can see it perfectly well from here, he figures it can’t hurt. At least the screens will keep the alligators away.

They go outside, and the warmth of the sunshine surprises David. It’s gotten hotter even in the past hour since he was outside. It may be late November, but this part of the world hasn’t gotten the message. He wanders over to the pool and dips his toes in, then sits down by the steps in the shallow end and puts his feet in the water.

Patrick comes over and lowers himself to the concrete, David reaching out automatically to give him something to brace himself against. When Patrick starts to put his feet in David stops him with a hand to his ankle, carefully rolling up one leg of his jeans and then the other. David’s knuckles brush against the wiry hairs on Patrick’s leg as he neatly cuffs each pant leg. He wants to roll Patrick’s shirt sleeves up, too, reveal more of his lovely forearms, but it seems a step too far.

“Thanks.”

“Wet jeans are an abomination,” David comments.

“Kind of like you wearing my khaki shorts?” Patrick’s mouth quirks up in an attempt at a smile, and David’s heart lifts.

“Nice. Just a few minutes again you said I looked good.”

The hint of a smile disappears, as David’s words fail to land the way he meant. “I’m sorry, David, am I supposed to apologize for that? I don’t understand why it upset you. You do look good. Clearly you’ve been working out – aren’t you allowed to be pleased with the outcome?”

David squeezes his eyes closed and leans his head back. “Yes? But…” He’s not sure how to explain it. “It’s not about vanity, or, appearance. I know that probably sounds fake, coming from me,” he opens his eyes and looks at Patrick, who is gazing back as patient and open as ever, “but it’s true.”

“Okay,” Patrick says, clearly waiting for David to fill in the blanks. David had hoped a discussion about this particular part of his recent history could have been put off, possibly indefinitely, but it’s feeling like one of those moments when he’ll regret it if he brushes it off again. And maybe opening up will get Patrick to do the same.

“I was pretty depressed, after we broke up,” David says, running the tips of his fingers through the water, watching the ripples spread across the surface of the pool. “Couldn’t get out of bed, lost interest in everything… you know how it goes.” He’s not sure Patrick does, but he can’t help but try to make light of it, as awful as it was. It’s hard to really focus on those months, the drag of gray haze that wouldn’t clear. “Eventually I started seeing a therapist.”

“You mentioned that,” Patrick says, and David relaxes a fraction, because he had forgotten. Maybe this won’t be that hard, then. It hasn’t chased Patrick away yet.

“Right. Well, he recommended a bunch of stuff to try, including exercising regularly, and I resisted at first-”

“Obviously,” Patrick says.

David glares up at Patrick, who’s got his best trolling face on, deliciously familiar, and suddenly spilling his guts doesn’t seem so embarrassing anymore. “Anyway, once I started, it wasn’t so bad. Despite what I once told you about running… it worked for me.” That and laying off the alcohol.

“That’s great, David.”

“Well, Alexis says I just replaced one obsession with another.”

“Is that so bad, when it’s a healthy one?”

“You didn’t have to put up with me when I couldn’t go out for a run because of crappy weather, or inconveniently scheduled vendor meetings.”

There’s a hitch in the rhythm of their banter, and Patrick takes David’s hand in his. “I wish I did. I wish I was there.”

David feels his chest tighten, and he gives Patrick’s hand a squeeze. “Me too.”

They sit there with their feet in the water, like little kids in a backyard wading pool. There’s no breeze to speak of, but it’s not completely quiet. The sound of the highway a few streets away provides a bit of background noise, and a weird bird keeps making a strangled chirpy sound from a hedge on the side of the house.

David’s past encounters with Florida involved multi-million-dollar yachts, tanned supermodels, and free-flowing booze and drugs, not this strange version of suburbia. He imagines this house sitting empty for most of the year, waiting for its owners to come and visit. How many of the cookie cutter three-bedrooms in this neighborhood are empty right now? How many swimming pools are noticed only by the staff who come by weekly to clean them and make sure nothing has crawled into the filters and died?

“This water’s probably terrible for your skin,” David says, and Patrick looks at him in mild confusion. “Because of all the chemicals.”

Patrick shrugs. “I guess.”

“There are chemicals in here, right?”

“I don’t know, which would upset you more – the amount of chlorine dumped in here or the water being left in its natural state?”

David pulls his feet out of the water and stretches his legs to the side, the concrete warm on his heels. “I’m honestly not sure. But maybe we shouldn’t take any chances.”

Patrick stands up, leaning hard on David’s shoulder as he goes. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

David stays put, although now that he’s thinking about what might be in the pool water he wouldn’t mind rinsing off and applying some lotion. Or some hand sanitizer.

Patrick comes back out of the house with an armload of cushions and drops them onto the lounge chairs by the other end of the pool. “Come help me set these up.”

It only takes a moment to unfold the brightly patterned cushions and tie them into place (ah, there’s the Hawaiian floral, David thinks to himself). While David is arranging the loungers to his liking, facing the sun, Patrick comes back with two bottles of water. David twists off the top and rinses his feet while Patrick squawks at him.

“What? Was that not what this was for?” He tries not to smile.

“David. That water was to drink. There’s an outdoor shower over there.” Patrick points to the side of the house, then seems to regret his decision. “But don’t walk out there without shoes, okay?”

“What, will the baby alligators nip at my toes?”

Patrick grins at him. “No, but the fire ants will.”

“What the hell kind of place is this?”

“It’s just nature, David. As long as you wear shoes in the grass, you’ll be fine.”

“I feel like the state of Florida must have had some really good marketing professionals along the way. Alexis should get a job with them. They’ve managed to convince people that this pest-ridden swampland is worth something.”

“Arguably that is kind of what happened. You know Disney World was built on reclaimed swampland, right?”

“I did not know that.”

“Anyway, this neighborhood isn’t all there is. Give me another day to rest up, then I’ll show you around.”

Another day to rest isn’t really going to cut it, David thinks, watching Patrick wince as he eases himself down in the chair. He wonders again what Patrick had in mind when he made his escape to the sunshine state, which brings them right back to the conversation Patrick keeps avoiding.

“Patrick, how long, exactly, are you planning on staying here?” David asks, hoping that the direct approach might actually get him an answer.

Patrick stares up at the sky. “I don’t know.”

Patrick’s hair looks like polished copper in the sunlight, but David tries not to let it distract him. “How much time can you take off from work?” David presses. “Or are you working remotely doing… whatever you are doing now?”

Patrick takes a long gulp from his water bottle, then stares at his feet. “I’m unemployed. I lost my job about a month ago,” he says bitterly.

“Oh.” David is surprised, to say the least, especially by Patrick’s tone. He’s always seemed like he would be the ideal employee, eager to please and determinedly hardworking. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Yeah. Well, after you piss off a major customer, it’s hard to convince your employer to retain you.”

“It can’t have been that bad. I don’t think I can imagine you pissing off a customer.”

“It was, and I did.”

“What on earth did you do?”

“Do you really want to know?”

David sits up and squints at Patrick, no longer enjoying the sun on his face. He doesn’t even have sunglasses with him, a major miscalculation. “Yes, of course.”

Patrick leans back and closes his eyes. “I was working as an account manager at a software company. It was boring as hell. Sales, mostly, skating by with just enough technical knowledge about the product to capture the customer’s interest, and then serving as the liaison between the customer and the tech guys who actually knew what they were doing. But I kept screwing things up, and when the customers would want to know why the contract didn’t have the terms they wanted, or why I was taking so long to get back to them, I just didn’t have the patience to deal with it.”

“That doesn’t sound like you.”

Patrick opens his eyes and looks at David, and he looks almost as bewildered as David is. “No, it doesn’t, does it?”

David has the feeling there’s more to this story, but Patrick doesn’t elaborate, and all David really wants to do is give him a hug.

“You know, I have a feeling you don’t have an ounce of sunscreen on. You’re going to be bright red if we stay out here any longer.” David stands up and holds out a hand to Patrick, then slides his arm around his back to pull him up. When they’re both upright, he loops his arms around Patrick’s neck and pulls him close.

Patrick presses his face against David’s neck. “I’m a mess, David,” he says, his breath hot on David’s skin. “I don’t know what happened to me.”

“I think we’ve both been a little lost,” David says, holding Patrick tight. “But I know what will fix it.”

“Yeah?” There’s an almost pathetically hopeful note in Patrick’s voice.

“Absolutely.”

“What?”

“Running. Miles of it. Every day. It’s a miracle drug.” David is struggling to keep up his serious tone, and not quite succeeding.

Patrick chokes out a laugh, pressing a hand against his ribs. “I don’t think I’m quite up for running yet.”

“Well fine, then, you’ll just have to watch me do it. It’s almost as good.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Patrick says, and kisses David soundly. David hesitates for a second and then enthusiastically participates, and they are both breathing heavily by the time they pull apart.

“Not that I’m complaining, but what brought that on?” David asks as they go inside, the shade welcome after the bright sunshine. He keeps a hand on Patrick as they go, not so much to make sure he doesn’t fall over but because he doesn’t want to lose this connection, now that he’s found it again.

Patrick takes hold of David’s waist, his eyes on David’s brighter than they’ve looked in days. “You. I thought I was dreaming, sometimes, remembering how much I liked you – loved you, too, but just fucking liked you. But I wasn’t.”

“I’m the best,” David says, half-joking, but there’s a familiar happiness bursting inside his chest.

“You are, David. You really are.”

#Schitt's Creek #Schitt's Creek fic #David Rose #Patrick Brewer #David x Patrick #tw: brief discussion of depression

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atc74 · 5 years ago

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Magical Mystery Ride

Square(s) Filled: A/B/O for @spngenrebingo and Free Space for @as-the-saying-goes-bingo I used “Love doesn’t make the world go ‘round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.”

Warnings: Angst, Possessive!Omega, scenting, knotting, worried, sweet, fluffy Alpha!Jensen

Summary: When Y/N surprises her Alpha at work, she reacts unfavorably to his new assistant, but Jensen takes it all in stride, trying to understand.

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 3681

Written for: @spngenrebingo, @as-the-saying-goes-bingo and for @katierpblogg and this request she sent in for my 1K notes celebration: Hii! Did I make it? Can i have “You can’t banish me! This is my bed/bedroom too!” with Jensen please!?! ❤❤❤❤ And also for @maddiepants: Jensen x “Only if you promise.” I hope you both love this!

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches and @evansrogerskitten, thank you both so much for your feeback, support, guidance, and most importantly, your friendship.

A/N: This officially pushes me past my post goal for the year of 150,000 words and I think it turned out really great. I am still getting the hang of writing the A/B/O universe so thank you for your support and patience.

Curious about Jensen’s scent? Buy it here from @scentsfromthebunker! (note: I have described Jensen’s scent from my own imagination and it in no way reflects on the manufacturer’s creation).

As a reminder, this is a work of fiction and should be regarded as such. No harm is intended toward the actor(s) or their families.

With a wide smile on her face, Y/N pulled up to the security gate outside the studio. She knew Jensen had been working his fingers to the bone for an upcoming episode he was directing. He had been working sixteen hour days with barely enough time to eat and sleep. Y/N was a week away from her heat and was missing her mate. She decided to bring him lunch from his favorite restaurant.

“Afternoon, Miss Y/L/N. Mr. Ackles know you’re coming today or you surprising him?” Barry, the day security guard, greeted her at the gate.

“It’s a surprise, Barry,” she whispered, the smile growing wider.

“Your secret is safe with me, Y/N,” Barry threw her a wink and opened the arm for her to pass through. She pulled into the nearest parking space and gathered the bags from the seat next to her. With food in one hand and the keys to Jensen’s trailer in the other, Y/N made her way to the row of trailers. Jensen had texted her letting her know they had returned to the studio from location scouting, and he was working on a fight scene before he met with the stunt coordinator.

Y/N reached to insert her key into the lock when she noticed the door wasn’t latched tight. She pulled and immediately heard a woman’s voice. The smell of Omega was overpowering and, so close to her heat, had Y/N’s knees buckling at the scent. With a loud bang, her knees hit the steel steps as she gripped the door to steady herself.

“Y/N?” Jensen’s voice boomed over her. “What happened?”

“I came to surprise you with lunch, but you’re clearly busy,” she managed, reluctantly allowing Jensen to pull her to her feet and pick up the bag she dropped.

“You brought me lunch from Pino’s?” He smiled softly, his eyes crinkling perfectly at the corners as he peered inside the bag. “Cannolis?”

“Um, yeah. Whatever, I have to go.” She turned to go, but his hand caught her wrist.

“Jay, is everything okay?” The sweet voice belonging to the overly sweet scent carried through the open door.

“Please stay. You’re upset about something. Talk to me,” Jensen pleaded, pulling her back up the stairs and into his trailer. “Y/N, this is my new assistant, Patty. Patty, this is Y/N, my mate.”

“Oh my gosh! It’s so nice to finally meet you, Y/N! Jay talks about you all the time.” Patty rushed forward to shake hands, bringing her sweet vanilla and apple scent with her.

“Really? Funny, he never mentioned you,” Y/N snarled, suddenly feeling very possessive over her Alpha, and the look she gave him made it clear he needed to keep the strange Omega away from both of them.

“Uh, Patty, why don’t you take a break and get some lunch?” Jensen directed her toward the door. “I’ll meet you in the gym for the stunt set-up in 90 minutes.”

“Okie dokie, Jay. Bye, Y/N! It was so nice to meet you!” Patty gushed as she bounced down the steps of Jensen’s trailer.

“‘Okie dokie?’ Who says that anymore?” Y/N jeered, taking a seat at the island.

“Honey, talk to me. What’s wrong?” Jensen came to stand by her side. “This isn't like you.”

“What’s wrong? I’m a week away from my heat, you’re working 24/7 and our anniversary is in four days. I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks, Jay. I come to surprise you at work only to find your trailer reeking of vanilla sugar whatever and perky Patty who seems to know everything about me, but you failed to mention your ‘new assistant’ to me, your mate,” Y/N ranted. “I wonder what could be wrong!”

“Hold on, Y/N, honey. You’re overreacting. Probably a side effect of your heat,” Jensen reasoned, only it didn’t sit well with Y/N, and he regretted the words the instant they left his mouth.

“Overreacting?” Y/N stood, throwing her arms in the air. “No fucking shit, Jay. Tell me you wouldn’t do the same if the roles were reversed, and you found some young stud spreading his scent all over the place!”

“Would you give me a minute and let me explain?” Jensen took a cautious step toward her, his hands up in surrender. It was common knowledge that Alphas in or near a rut were dangerous. Omegas were less common, but no less dangerous near a heat if they felt threatened by another Omega near their mate.

“Enjoy your lunch, Jay,” Y/N ripped open the door, slamming it behind her. Despite the cool weather, sweat beaded on her upper lip, and her knees felt weak as she walked back to her car. She managed to get in and make the drive home, but no sooner was she exiting the car, did the first cramp hit her.

“Fucking perfect,” Y/N grumbled as she made it to the elevator, into their condo and stumbled into bed. The pain was early, but most likely brought on by the scent of another Omega near her Alpha that was considered a threat. Now that she was home, surrounded by familiar scents, the pain started to ebb, even if it was only slightly.

The sky was dark when she opened her eyes, realizing she must have dozed off. Looking at the clock, she realized it was almost six in the evening and her stomach rumbled, reminding her she had skipped lunch. After a quick shower and a simple dinner of scrambled eggs, toast, and a hot cup of tea, Y/N settled on the couch with new episodes of her favorite show. By the start of the fourth episode, the front door opened, revealing her tired mate. For a moment, her heart sank as she remembered what she said to him that afternoon, but, as soon as the stink of sugar hit her nose, she recalled why she had been upset in the first place.

She stood from the sofa, retreating to the bedroom and slamming the door before the odor had a chance to permeate her safe space. Y/N nervously paced the room until a soft knock sounded at their bedroom door.

“Y/N, honey? Can I come in?” She heard Jensen’s voice through the door. He sounded dejected and that made her feel bad, but it didn’t overpower her angry feelings of the events earlier that afternoon in his trailer.

“No! Go shower the sticky sweetness off and get rid of the smell in the house,” she demanded.

“Can I least have a change of clothes?” Jensen asked quietly.

She gathered a henley, boxers, and a pair of sweats and shoved them out the door quickly to avoid letting the other Omega’s smell in their bedroom.

She collapsed on the bed, with tears in her eyes and cramps rolling through her abdomen. The shower started and she rolled over onto Jensen’s pillow, finding a small amount of comfort in his scent. An hour later, long after the tears had dried on her face, there was another knock at their door. When she didn’t answer, Jensen opened the door slowly, only to see her curled into his pillow.

“Honey, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Patty. Can we talk?” he asked, walking around the bed to sit where she could see him. “Y/N, please talk to me.”

Y/N opened her tear crusted eyes, looking up into the green orbs she loved so much. His scent filled her nose, and she rose up to her knees, wrapping her arms around him, scenting him deeply. “I’m sorry I overreacted.” She pulled away, taking another breath when the scent hit her again and she saw red. She pushed him away and scrambled off the bed. “Get out. You can sleep on the couch.”

“You can’t banish me, this is my bedroom, too,” Jensen protested.

“Fine, then I’ll go,” Y/N took her pillow and stormed from the room, flopping down on the couch. The stink was everywhere and was driving her mad. She rushed to the kitchen, grabbing the scent neutralizing spray from under the sink. She sprayed everywhere she thought he had been since he came home, starting with the entry and working her way to the bathroom. Feeling slightly more settled, she returned to the couch, sinking into the cushions and pulling a blanket up to her chin. Finally closing her eyes, she heard the faint sounds of footsteps. Cracking open an eye, she found Jensen laying down with a blanket and a pillow in front of the sofa.

“Jay, what are you doing?” she sighed, feeling exhausted from the day.

“We’re not going to bed angry or apart, so if you won’t come sleep in our bed, I’ll sleep out here with you,” he responded calmly.

“Don’t you get it?” she snapped.

“No, honestly, I don’t. Explain it to me, please. Help me understand why you’re so upset with me,” Jensen pleaded.

A heavy breath left her lungs before she spoke, trying not to lose her cool this time. “I feel like I never see you. You’re working all the time, only coming home to sleep and you’re gone when I wake up. I miss my mate. I come to the studio to surprise you, just to spend an hour with you while we’re both awake, only to find some new, young, unbelievably perky and too sweet assistant in your trailer.”

“Honey,” Jensen started to explain, but she cut him off.

“Her scent in your trailer set me off and, in such close proximity, I lost it. My body views her as a threat, and it triggered my heat,” Y/N informed him. “I know you think it was unreasonable, the way I acted, but my brain and body felt it was justified.”

“Are you feeling better now?” he inquired, concern filling his voice, his brows furrowed.

“A little, being home, surrounded by your scent helped, but then, when you came home, it followed you. I can still smell it and I’m cramping again,” she winced, as if on cue, another cramp overtook her.

“Patty was hired by Bob and Andrew to help me. She is young and ambitious and eager to learn everything she can about the industry and film,” Jensen reported. “For your peace of mind, she is also newly claimed, and she introduced me to her mate today. I’d like to invite them for dinner after the episode wraps, if it’s okay with you. I think you’d like them both.”

“She’s mated?” Y/N looked down at him, her hand reaching out for his.

He linked their fingers together, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand. “Happily. Like disgustingly happy. And it’s new, I think that’s why her scent is so strong. After I claimed you, for weeks your scent was stronger, the lemon slightly more pronounced and mouth watering. To the mate, the scent is enticing and indicative of happiness, of the fulfillment of their bond.”

“You smelled like beer on the first day of spring,” Y/N giggled. “The sweetness of fresh cut grass and hops, and soft, warm sandalwood. I remember like it was yesterday.”

“What do you say we get some sleep?” Jensen looked at her from his spot on the floor.

Y/N didn’t answer him right away. She just slid off the couch, straddling his lap as he laid on the floor. “We could get an early start on my heat instead.”

“Hmmm, you think so?” he asked pointedly from underneath her.

Again, she didn’t respond, instead she started a slow grind down into him, feeling him harden against her heated core. “Mmm, yes.”

Jensen had felt horrible all day since she stormed out of his trailer, for not immediately knowing what his Omega needed, but, now that he knew, it was going to play out a little differently than she expected. He gently lifted her off of him to lay her upper body across the sofa cushions. “Tell me what you want, Omega.” She mewled quietly in response. He rarely used his Alpha voice on her, but he knew the things it would do to her, so he didn’t hold back. “Use your words, Omega.”

“I need you, Alpha. Please, I need your knot,” Y/N answered, her voice smooth as butter. Jensen knew what she needed, but the Alpha in him wanted her to say it, to beg for it. “It hurts, please give me your knot.”

“Show me where you need me, ‘Mega,” Jensen commanded.

Slowly, Y/N lowered her leggings and panties, her slick already dampening her thighs and the thin cotton stuck to her skin. She reached her hand between her legs, running her slender fingers through the wetness, slipping inside. “Here, Alpha.”

Hearing his title flow from her plump lips while she fingered herself made his cock twitch in his shorts, and a low growl emanated from his chest. He pushed his boxers and pants down enough to free himself. He fisted himself with one hand, running the other over Y/N’s backside, then up and over her spine, pushing her down into the soft cushions. He coated his tip in her slick, running it along her sodden folds. “Here, Omega? Is this what you need?”

“Yes, Jay, please!” The end of her plea caught in her throat as Jensen pushed into her in a single thrust, burying himself deep inside her warm, wet pussy. “Ungh!”

“Yeah, that’s it, honey. Let me feel you,” Jensen grunted through his first few thrusts as she clenched tightly around him. He picked up speed as she relaxed around him, keeping his thrusts hard but measured, giving her what she needed and he craved.

“Oh yes! Alpha, harder!” Y/N cried out.

“Oh, you want me to fuck you harder? Show you whose pussy this is?” Jensen panted.

“It’s yours, Alpha, always yours,” Y/N moaned, when he started pounding into her, nailing her g-spot head on.

“That’s right. This perfect fucking pussy is all mine,” he declared. “Now I want you to come all over my cock. Think you can do that for me?”

“Yes! That’s my cock and I’m going to come all over it, show you whose cock that really is,” she gasped as he rammed into her.

“Only if you promise,” Jensen groaned, feeling his knot thicken and begin to restrict his movements. He snaked his hand from her hip between her legs, barely grazing her swollen clit with his calloused fingertips and she exploded around him, the sounds from her mouth alone spurring him on. He gave one final thrust, locking them together as his knot caught inside of her, her walls still contracting with the force of her orgasm. Jensen’s body seized as he emptied his seed inside her. Unable to think clearly, he lowered himself over her, placing kisses along the soft skin of her neck, scenting her as they regained their breath.

Jensen gathered her in his arms, lowering them both to the floor gently so he didn’t pull on his knot still locking them together. He pulled the blanket over their cooling skin and held her close, one arm under her head, the other over her waist. “Feel better?”

“I feel fantastic. Thank you, Alpha.” She yawned and drifted to sleep in his arms.

Luckily, Y/N’s heat passed quickly and Jensen wasn’t too far behind on his preparations for the next episode. By the time she was back to feeling 100% a few days later, she decided to visit the set once more. She felt calmer this time and, more importantly, she felt she needed to apologize to Patty.

Barry greeted her as usual, and she parked her car before heading to Jensen’s trailer. Just before she unlocked the door, Patty rounded the corner, a large box in her hands, squeaking when she saw Y/N at the door. “Y/N! What are you doing here?” She glanced around nervously.

“I just came to surprise Jay, but I’m glad I ran into you. I was wondering if we could talk inside,” she smiled.

“Well, Jensen is in a meeting right now. Um, why don’t we get some, uh, coffee? Yeah, coffee. I just love coffee,” Patty rambled, walking toward the food service tent. “Come on, let’s get coffee!”

“Oookay,” Y/N replied, thinking Patty had already had enough coffee. The young PA was already about ten steps ahead of her. Now that she was thinking clearly, Y/N realized that Patty’s scent was more apple pie and was quite pleasant. She reached the tent just as Patty peeked her head out.

They ordered coffee and took a seat at one of the empty tables. “Patty, I wanted to apologize for the way I acted the other day when we met. I’m, uh, I’m normally a very nice person, and not, like that. I was close to my heat, and it just caught me off guard, so I’m sorry.”

“I completely understand. No hard feelings. I wanted you to know how much I enjoy working with Jay. He is a brilliant director and completely devoted to you. I can see how much he loves you when he talks about you. It’s quite sweet,” Patty smiled warmly.

“Jay mentioned he would like to have you and your mate over for dinner after the episode wraps. It was Ben, right?” Patty nodded excitedly. “So what do you say? You want to come have dinner with us?”

“Oh my gosh! Y/N, we would love to! That means so much. Jay told me I would love you and that we would get along and I think this is going to be great!” Patty gushed.

“It’s settled then. I’ll have him give you the details. I’m going to head back to his trailer and wait for him.” Y/N stood to excuse herself when Patty’s phone lit up.

“Oh no! It’s Jay. He said the van broke down and he won't be back until later,” she relayed the message.

“Well, I guess I’ll hit the grocery store and head home, then. Thanks for the coffee, Patty,” she waved and walked back to her car. Y/N planned on making Jensen’s favorite meal for their anniversary tonight. It was New Year’s Eve and the store would already be a madhouse, but they decided to stay in instead of dealing with the crowds.

It took an hour, but Y/N finally made it back home with the groceries. She glanced at the clock on the wall, realizing she had just enough time to put dinner together and in the oven before she got ready. With any luck, Jensen wouldn’t be stranded on the side of the road all night. She sent up a silent prayer as she prepared dinner.

With dinner finally in the oven, Y/N headed to the bathroom for a shower. She took her time making sure her skin was silky smooth for her Alpha. Emerging from the steam in just a towel, she crossed the hall to their bedroom, but stopped dead in her tracks.

Jensen stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by candle light. “Jay, what are you doing here?”

“I live here,” he answered dryly, but cracked, laughing out loud. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“Patty said the van broke down…”

“I asked her to feed you a story, so I had time to do all this. I’m sorry I’ve been working so much and haven’t made enough time for us, but I wanted you to know how much you mean to me. I love you, Y/N,” Jensen crossed the room to pull her into his arms.

“Jensen, I love you,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around him. She pulled back after a moment, looking around their room. Candles flickered atop the wardrobe and nightstands, the room bathed in a soft golden light. “What is all this?”

“Well, what does it look like?” Jensen smirked.

“A really romantic fire hazard,” Y/N giggled.

“Yeah, there’s my Omega. Making fun of my sappy side,” he chuckled along with her. “But, honestly, I don’t do it enough and you deserve to be shown how much I love you, not just today on our anniversary, but every day.” Jensen dropped to one knee in the middle of their bedroom, holding a brilliant diamond, it’s facets sparkling in the candle light.

Her hand flew to her mouth, tears already welling up in her eyes, and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

“Y/N, you’ve made me the happiest man alive, the luckiest Alpha and turned my life completely upside down from the moment you entered it. I’m no astronaut, but if you’ll have me, I’ll do my best to give you the moon and the stars every day for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?”

She fell to her knees beside him, her mate, her Alpha. She held his stubbled face in her hands gently. “You’ve already made me the happy Omega I only ever dreamed I could be. Every single day we spend together is like discovering new galaxies. I don’t need the moon and stars, Jay. I just need you. To be my mate, my Alpha. My husband.” Y/N pressed her lips to his. A sweet, gentle kiss that promised of many more tomorrows.

With shaky fingers, Jensen slipped the ring on her finger, placing it over his heart. “They say love doesn’t make the world go ‘round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile. Thank you for agreeing to take this crazy ride with me.”

“I’d never want to take this ride with anyone else,” Y/N replied, pulling him down to her. All of the late nights, the missed sleep, and lack of time were forgotten as they got lost in each other. Finding each other was accidental, but loving each other was a choice made by two hearts that became one.

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jungxk · 5 years ago

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just one (vi)

notes: the only guy on campus who’s track record trumped that of your best friend’s - park jimin - was jeon jungkook. not that that was a problem…until he set his sights on you.

warnings: smut (f recieving), protected sex

genre: drama, romance, humour, college!au

wordcount: 5.3k

part i // part ii // part iii // part iv // part v // part vi // part vii // part viii // part ix // part x

you watch sadly as you tip your case of empty paint tubes into the bin. they were your absolute favourite, a birthday gift from jimin almost two years ago. you had been so careful and stingy with them all this time to preserve as much as possible - at least to get you to the end of the semester - so it was disheartening to have to finally throw them out. oils were always your favourite. still, there wasn't much time for moping; if you were to get your next piece finished by the deadline you better start now because of the drying period between layers of watercolour.

"maybe jungkook has a hairdryer..." you mumble to yourself before padding over to his room. he's sitting at his tiny little work desk with his back to you when you peek over his shoulder. "kook, do you have a hairdryer?"

he points without removing his eyes from the screen. "the bottom drawer over there."

"thanks," you do a double take as you pass him with the appliance in tow, his eyes a little bloodshot and face twisted into what looks like terror. usually you couldn't so much as clean a paintbrush without jungkook all over you while you were at his place, but he barely spoke the whole afternoon. you take a tentative step towards him, because if he was anything like jimin when he's stressed he might get rabid. "you alright?"

"i dunno, am i?" he collapses back into the chair, threading his fingers through his hair which was getting wonderfully long. but the only thing you can pay attention to now are his panicked eyes and jittery knees. "i don't know what the fuck any of these numbers mean! why do i even need this for photography-"

"what is it?" you smooth your hand over his back, muscles stiff.

he deflates under your touch. "i agreed to peers taking questionnaires about my portfolio so far and i fucking regret it, noona. this stats software looks nothing like minecraft. i dont know what this all means. my prof said it'd help with cohesiveness - whatever that means - but he's off on one if he thinks this has done anything other than confuse me and ruin my life."

you try your best to hold back a smile, but jungkook is so cute when he's pouty and frustrated. "okay, well what are your variables?"

"my what? baby, i'm not in the mood right now-"

"no you dipshit, like," you gesture with your hands. "what are the things you're measuring? in the questionnaire?"

jungkook stares at you blankly. "i'm...what?"

you roll your eyes, grabbing the back of his chair to swivel him and plop onto his lap. "let me see."

jungkook has no idea what's going on, both because he doesn't know what you're talking about and also because you're covering the screen so he's spared of having to follow your clicking and tinkering. all he knows is that you fit nicely on his lap and that your bare thighs are warm on his, and it's much easier to focus on that anyway. especially since you aren't wearing underwear. after a few minutes he hooks his chin over your shoulder to at least try to keep up. "what are you doing, noona?"

"just cleaning up your dataset," you mumble. you finally perk up after a few more minutes. "oh, okay! so all you want to know is if the people who like the first half of your portfolio like the second half just as much, and whether that opinion affects the other? like a correlation, right?"

he sits up excitedly. "yeah! yeah, that's it," he stares at your profile in disbelief while you waste no time in running the analyses. "how do you know about this stuff, noona?"

"i did stats in my science major. the software i had back then, now that was a real pain in the ass. but this one isn't so bad," you reply absently while jungkook keeps staring at you like you're an angel that descended from the heavens especially for him. he has yet to believe otherwise. "hmm, you know i think you can skip all the sample level descriptives and cronbach's alpha scores and go straight to pearson's r if all you're looking for is a correlation. what would you prefer?"

he breathes in your hair; coconut, jasmine. his cologne. "you’re so sexy when i don’t understand what you’re saying."

jimin's face twists when he tests the contents of the pan. "can you tell me why this tastes like tae's dirty socks?"

“can you tell me why you know what tae’s dirty socks taste like?” you lean over the counter, swiping a finger over the ladle before bringing it to your mouth. you always used to cook for your family when you were younger, and although you had gone off it after what happened, you didn't mind when it was with jimin. with him, you didn't think about the memories of cutting onions with your father or grinding chillies with your mother and sister. it all felt new again, something that was never tarnished. which is why jimin is the only one you can stand to cook with even if he's unable to make anything but mojitos and a single pasta dish. "not enough garlic."

he squints at his phone while you manoeuvre him out of your way. "but it says two cloves in the recipe?"

"it's never two cloves," you take the knife and start to crush and peel more. "always start with four, maybe five."

"can't we just order takeout?" jimin pouts pathetically. he just washed his hair so its still damp, cheeks a rosy from the bathroom steam. you only wish his long line of hookups could see their ladies man now, bundled up in a powerpuff girls sweater that he stole from you months ago.

"no," you pluck his phone from his hand before he can dial, replacing it with more cloves for him to peel. "you've been having takeout all week! all that oil can't be good for you, what's the point of sweating your tits off in that gym if you're just gonna eat shit?"

"i don't always eat shit!"

"jimin. we share a just eat email account. i know the chinese place isn't sending me customer loyalty codes," he rounds the stool where you're sat in the small place between your back and the wall, his palm skirting behind your waist to move you gently aside. "just let me see you eat a vegetable today, i'm begging. so if you keel over tomorrow from IBS i'll feel less guilty."

"alright alright," he huffs, rubbing at his puffy eyes with his sleeve before picking up the knife again. "i don't see what the big deal is, if i was breaking out then that'd be another issue but my body can clearly handle it. maybe it's like that episode of drake and josh where his body becomes accustomed to all the junk food he eats and-"

"please don't use drake and josh as a marker for your health."

"fine," and then without missing a beat, "but what about kenan and kel? all that orange soda and kel was totally fine. healthy even."

"physically, maybe. but did you see the screw in the tuna episode? don't tell me he didn't have inner demons that may or may not have been increased by an overly processed diet," you pause. "wait, am i the kenan in this friendship?"

"depends. i want to say you're the brains but i've also seen you try to open a can with a fork, so."

"hey! that wasn't my fault!" you exclaim, but jimin ignores you purposely. "taehyung told me you fucked yeri in the kitchen, how was i supposed to know what was and wasn't contaminated?"

"___, the fork was plastic."

"well what else would you have me do, starve?"

"what is this, the fucking famine? you said it yourself, we share a just eat email so the smart thing to do would be order. besides i dunno what makes you think i'd fuck a girl with a can opener in my vicinity anyway-"

"um, you're you," you chastise. "so i rest my case."

"then i'm definitely kenan," jimin laughs when you swat at him before your phone vibrates, one after another until it almost falls off the kitchen counter if you didn't grab it in time. you don't dare to unlock your phone when you see the contact name on the screen, too hyper-aware of jimin eyeing you over the chopping board. even he sees the gist of the messages jungkook sent you.

[jungkook 7:13pm] u left ur shirt here again noona

[jungkook 7:13pm] at this rate ur never gonna get it back are u :)

[jungkook 7:14pm] i'm free all day tomorrow

[jungkook 7:16pm] wanna come over?

[jungkook 7:16pm] i still haven't washed it btw so

[jungkook 7:17pm] we can do laundry together :))

[jungkook 7:18pm] or maybe later tonight ? i can pick u up ?

you don't even get a good read of the messages - all those smiley faces gave you enough of an idea. it wasn't a surprise or anything, but you still switch your phone to do not disturb and leave it face down on the counter like you have something to hide. which you don't. so why did it feel so wrong? so disrespectful, here in jimin's kitchen? you gnaw at your cheek.

jimin has his back to you so thankfully you're spared of having to gage his expression. he's probably sent a million thirsty texts so he knows what they look like, knows that he shouldn't be surprised. still, he shifts from foot to foot uneasily. the only thing that makes him stop is you leaning wordlessly over him to lower the stove to a simmer, turning the tap on to wash some rice and hum quietly. here was jeon jungkook, arguably the biggest stud on campus blowing up your phone on a friday night but nothing felt different. you'd always choose him and jimin knew that.

"what do you think of egg fried rice?" you ask over your shoulder. "i haven't made it in ages. the one with the veggies?"

jimin smiles. "i love that one,"

"he's not back yet?" you ask when yoongi lets you into the flat, shoulders deflating childishly. he gives you a lazy shake of his head before nudging you to the sofa to take up your usual spot on the matted cushion in the corner, kicking your shoes away and sitting cross legged. yoongi and namjoon's flat was only round the corner from jungkook's, a worn down little two-bed that smelled rather questionable at times, but it quickly became a familiar place. a safe place. especially because of how often you'd come over while jungkook was running late at class or the gym or photo-hunting. coming to terms with the fact that you were sleeping with jungkook wasn't that hard, but being friends with his friends was.

"it's leg day. you know how jungkookie feels about his chicken calves," yoongi says before flopping down next to you. namjoon was tucked into the other side with a book, effectively squishing you into yoongi with his big shoulders. if jungkook was here he'd pout about having nowhere to sit and the thought only makes you more pleased. "he'd be there until sundown if you weren't waiting for him."

"are you sure you're one to talk about chicken legs?" you reach to tickle yoongi's knees and he barely manages to flinch away in time.

"i love my chicken legs the way they are, thanks. can't say the same for your boyfriend though."

you freeze. "i told you to stop saying that, yoongi. you know he hates the b word. one more slip up and you won't ever see me here again. last time he avoided me for two weeks!"

"never see you again? doubt it. your hair clogged the shower drain yesterday so you pretty much owe rent at this point," yoongi keeps flicking through the channels on the television. "besides, i know what a man with a monkey on his back looks like. kookie just doesn't like being reminded of it because unfortunately for him there's no rehab to quit you."

a rush of blood goes straight to your cheeks. yoongi loves to tease you and you know that, second only to jungkook who actually does get off to it, but you still tap nervously on the carpet with your toes while desperately hoping for namjoon to step into the conversation with a weird conspiracy theory or black hole fact he read on an astronomy blog. anything to dig you out of this metaphorical hole you and jungkook are hellbent on ignoring. yoongi sees the way you curl in on yourself slightly, a sensible and collected flower like you reduced to a fidgety school girl. it's cute.

"hyung," namjoon says with his eyes still glued to his book. "stop winding her up or her face'll explode and then jiminie will come for your throat."

yoongi scoffs. "and? what's that short-ass gonna do, cry on me to death?"

"you're like two inches taller than him."

"two and a half, actually."

"so he really was a crybaby?" you scoot to fold your legs under you. "jungkook told me before but i didn't believe him! i've tried everything but i can never get a reaction out of jimin...i mean, if horny isn't an emotion."

"oh yeah, totally," namjoon puts an arm on the back on the back of the sofa behind you when he looks up. his silver hair brings out the beautifully rich undertone of his skin and it's difficult not to stare, being so close. "if the patriarchy hadn't fucked him up he'd be a real tree hugger, i'm sure of it. but the last time i saw him cry was...hmm..."

"five years ago," yoongi chimes. "when jungkookie got caught."

"ooooh yeah," namjoon nods. "but jimin and jungkook were super close back then. he was so protective of him, waited in the custody office for hours until they finally-"

"wait," you look between them. "caught? what do you mean?"

the boys exchange a glance between them. it's not like you didn't know that yoongi sells weed and often with namjoon's help. in fact, they often told you about their wild stories and close calls. but they had never mentioned jungkook being involved with any of that stuff, and neither had he. you always just assumed that he'd kept his head out of it, being a college student and all but yoongi's shrugging and namjoon's pursed lips tell you otherwise.

"jungkook got charged with possession as a minor," yoongi says. "i mean, seventeen but still. too baby-faced."

"jungkook sold for you?" you repeat, not quite believing your ears. he had always been the better off out of his friends that often did shadier things, but the more you got to know him the more you felt like the jungkook you heard about and the jungkook you knew were two different boys. it really shouldn't have come as a surprise, since he had practically grown up with yoongi, namjoon and jimin. his hyungs were his family and he'd do anything for them, there was really no reason he wouldn't take up their trade.

"oh yeah, almost a year. he was good at it too," namjoon laughs. "our kookie's good at everything if you give him enough chances."

"so what happened?" you press. "does he...does he still sell?"

"are you kidding? we got him out of all that shit the second he stepped out the office," yoongi rubs the back of his neck. "jungkook isn't like us. he's a good kid with a lot of talent and he didn't need to be doing all that you know? we convinced him to go to school instead but even then, jimin made us swear to look out for him because he left earlier than kookie."

"wow, jimin really hasn't changed," you lean back. "in like, taking care of people i mean. so is that when jungkook got into photography? he did talk about getting his first camera when he was like eighteen or something..."

namjoon nods happily in recollection. "yup! we were so proud when jungkook got accepted into university, especially after jimin and hobi. people from our town don't usually pursue higher education-"

"especially with kookie's record," yoongi laughs.

"why?" you blink at him.

"the weed was one thing, but jungkook also got a strike for violence."

namjoon winces. "hyung, he's gonna throw a tantrum if you tell her..."

"i don't care. she's fucking him, she has a right to know," yoongi retorts evenly, dark eyes swivelling to meet yours. his light hair is matted from under his beanie, barely missing his lashes. "a few years ago jungkook beat a guy so bad he had to go into emergency. it was pretty gross. broken nose, missing teeth, you name it. he's been on thin ice since but he doesn't act like it."

you take a second to digest the information. "do you...do you know why?" you waver, unable to keep the horror from your voice. "knocking a guy's teeth out? people don't just do that!"

"kookie did," namjoon sighs.

"but why? it's so...i just can't imagine jungkook doing something like that..."

"something like what?"

your head snaps to the doorway where jungkook can be seen only partially when he bends over to unlace his shoes, namjoon and yoongi simultaneously pinching your legs to wipe the wide-eyed look off your face. it was one of the many times when wearing your heart on your sleeve did not do you any favours. you just about manage to look normal enough within the half a second it takes for jungkook to come in, hair mussed from his post-gym shower and tee wrinkled from being stuffed into the bottom of his bag. his eyes look extra big today, nose and knuckles blushed pink from all the lifting. he couldn't look farther from the violent offender yoongi and namjoon described. in fact, the sudden urge to kiss him hello was near suffocating.

"i was telling her about the time you wore hyung's underwear for two weeks," namjoon explains, years of lying paying off with how smoothly he returns to his book.

"what!" yoongi splutters. "are you kidding?! a whole week, jungkook that's disgusting-"

the younger boy winces. "not the same pair!"

"wait. you took more than one?!"

"um..."

"how many. tell me right now you little shit."

"i promise they were clean!" jungkook says defensively, but his buck teeth show in a defensive little grin. it's impossible to be mad at him. "my washing machine broke, remember? and i never have change so i didn't go to the laundrette's and-"

"which ones?" yoongi's voice becomes obnoxiously loud with dismay. "tell me right now so can go upstairs and burn them. jesus jungkook you could have at least asked me, now i have to live with the knowledge that your bollocks is acquainted with mine until i die-"

"hyung they were clean," jungkook insists. "and if i asked i knew you wouldn't have let me borrow them!"

"yeah because it's gross! why didn't you just take joonie's?"

"i did. but he caught me and told me to take yours instead."

you just about manage to insert yourself between yoongi before he can grab a fistful of namjoon's hair while jungkook throws back his head in a loud cackle.

[jimin 7:58pm] you dont mind do u?

it's hard not to roll your eyes at his message, momentarily leaving your phone on the bed while you unclasp your bra. it wasn't the first time jimin had bailed on you last minute because of some girl he'd picked up for longer than expected. you're just thankful that this time he had the courtesy to tell you before you got to his house and burst into his bedroom without knocking only to see areas of your best friend you really did not need to see. even though you shudder at the memories - yes, plural - the sinking feeling of disappointment can't be masked. it's movie night.

[you 8:01pm] yh its fine

[you 8:02pm] but u owe me one i put on a bra for you asshole

[jimin 8:04pm] ofc babe

[jimin 8:04] just skip it next time :)

you snort before locking your phone and throwing it on the bed, padding over the room in your knickers to select some sleeping shorts off the floor. jisoo went home for a family birthday and seulgi had a deadline for monday, so it was safe to say you were alone for the weekend. you were used to being alone but you didn't like it; it was the reason why you'd always trudge to jimin's if the girls weren't home or even yoongi and namjoon's, even if it was just to take a nap on their sofa. you needed the noise, the background bickering. that's why there's only so much paint brush washing and kitchen cleaning you can do before reaching for your phone and messaging jungkook.

or at least that's what you tell yourself when he's in your bed within the hour, head resting on your stomach and his leg thrown over your ankles. you trace along the tattoo on his bicep closest to you, admiring the cohesiveness and line placement while jungkook dozes off, like he often does after sex. he's had a long week so you let him sleep, hair sticking up and mouth open like a toddler, so impossibly cute you can't help combing through his nape. jungkook doesn't often spend the night at yours so this was a rarity, and you had to admit he did look a little out of place in your tiny little room. he was far too big for your bed, one foot already hanging off, clothes and jacket hurled into the corner with only cheap fairy lights to rely on so you don't go tripping over his shoes at the door.

you could draw him like this. jungkook's eyelashes are short and pin-straight, eyebrows angled and distinctive. quick, sharp pencil strokes. he's got the faintest shadow above his top lip from where didn't have time to shave today. you'd use charcoal for his hair, black with a slight wave. a swooping curve for his nose, a more gentle line for his jaw. he looks harmless like this: not at all resembling the boy yoongi described.

"why are you so quiet, noona?" he grumbles into the duvet, eyes still closed. "you should be snoring my ears off by now."

you pout. "i'm too busy wondering how i'm gonna get your river of drool out of my pillow."

he snorts. "throw your sheets in on a fast cycle and voila."

"what fast cycle? i just press every button on the machine until it starts."

he opens his eyes. "you're an animal."

you laugh, tugging on the roots of his hair where your hand is still nestled inside. "how do you know so much about washing machines anyway?"

"my mum worked a lot growing up," jungkook yawns. "hyung did the cooking and i did the laundry."

you freeze. "you have a brother?"

"i swear i told you that," he scoots across your stomach, taking the pillow with him to position it over your hip so he can look at you properly. his eyes look glassy in the lights, lids hooded and hair pushed back. a real dreamboat wrapped in a hello kitty duvet. "two years older, same as jimin."

"no wonder jimin cares about you so much," you keep playing with his hair, watching his eyes droop closed. "he may as well be your brother." jungkook hums in reply, growing more and more drowsy from all the petting. "so...how come your mum worked so much?"

his eyes open to look at you, hesitating. "dad left when we were young. she didn't really have a choice."

"i didn't know that jungkook..." you pause. "that must have been hard."

he rolls to face the ceiling, like he's thinking twice before he answers. "not really. eomma's a badass, there's nothing she can't handle. yeah money and stuff wasn't easy, and it sucked when i was younger and didn't understand why hyung and eomma were so upset after what happened, but it's whatever. the three of us are so good together, you know? i like it like this."

you nod. because you do know. or, did. you wonder now if that's the reason jungkook got involved with yoongi and namjoon in the first place, to help out his family, but even you know some questions are better left unasked. instead, you chip away at jungkook while you can, since you know barely anything about him beyond student life and his friends. who knows when he would be in the mood to open up again. "so what does your brother do?"

"an accountant. for some fancy law firm in the city," he smiles. "hyung is super smart. like you."

you laugh. "you know i didn't finish my first major, right?"

"by choice. not because you weren't capable," he finishes, and to that you have no choice but to shut up. no one had ever put it that way before. "he's super quiet like you too, keeps to himself. gives really good advice. oh my god, and his kimchi pork stew - amazing!" his teeth gleam take up his whole mouth when he smiles, lines creasing around his eyes. "so many times when me and mum would argue, hyung was the reason why we'd stop. guess i got her temper."

you watch him closely. "you argued often?"

"at one point, yeah. not because we didn't like each other or anything, just..." you can see him hesitating again, cheek sucked in from where he chews it while staring up at the ceiling as if the memories are playing back at him on a projector. you keep quiet, let him get there on his own. "mum went through a phase where she dated a lot. felt bad that neither of us had a father figure and all that bullshit. she brought home some real dickheads, some top tier cunts i'm telling you. and i...wasn't exactly nice to them. ever since then i just hate seeing girls be pushed around by assholes, you know? it does something to me, i dunno. here," he lays a hand over his stomach. "i can't just watch. i can't. it's like i'm gonna be sick."

it's hard not to cry listening to him, seeing the lines in his forehead appear along with the crinkle above his nose. it made sense now, what yoongi told you about before. thinking back to the whole escapade with jinyoung in your kitchen, the whole thing hit you differently.

jungkook was exactly the kind of boy your old family would have frowned upon, reckless and thoughtless and emotionally-driven in the face of adversity. absolutely everything you were taught not to be. but you admired him for those very reasons. before you can start crying you sit up, silencing jungkook with a kiss before he can ask you what's wrong. it's firm and deliberate, your hands holding both his cheeks. he's breathless. "you seriously fucking worry me, slick."

"oh?" his eyes stay focused on your lips while he moves to you, positions you underneath him on the foot of the bed, pulling your thighs around his hips so you gasp at the feel of his semi on your soft inner thigh. he dips his head to kiss along your sternum, hand ghosting over your breasts before closing his mouth around your nipple.

"i nev-never know what you're gonna do next," you exhale shakily, arching into him involuntarily at the sensation. jungkook takes the opportunity to rub the pads of his fingers against your cunt, using the remnants of your arousal to help you along. sure enough you accept his fingers greedily, but he takes his time in stretching you out and easing in further, further.

his thumb gently passes over your clit and you shake. "never? not even now?"

you have to forcibly yank his face away from your tits to kiss him, slowly and with passion. his skin grows damp under your hands, muscles rippling under your touch from where he holds himself up on his forearms. he likes feeling the softness of your tummy against his, your thick thighs cushioning him snugly against you. just like always, it's torture having to pull away from you for a brief second to grab a condom, but the familiar chuckle you breathe out to see him speed back into your arms almost makes it worth it. you take the packet from him, about to tear it open before he grabs your hand with a cheeky smile. "in a minute."

before you can question him about it you yelp he tugs you by the hips, sliding up to angle your ass so your knees have no choice but to hook over his shoulders. jungkook's arms wind around the top of your thighs, thick and secure, nails scraping gently through your coarse curls before he pulls your legs apart as wide as they'll go and lowers his mouth onto you. the noise you make is just as embarrassing as always, so loud and uncontrollable, hysterical even. you've gotten used to being jungkook's fourth, fifth and sixth meal of the day but he steals your breath away every time, leaves you squirming and trembling and this instance was no exception. today he was feeling indulgent so he eats you out messily, makes sure he's loud enough for you hear every squelch and slurp. you physically shake when he sucks a gently kiss to your clit, proud of yourself for not screaming. jungkook, however, isn't happy about that and keeps sucking until you do. harder, harder, and then filling you up with his fingers so you have something to clench around when you cum all over him in a rush.

your back is still off the bed when he reaches your eye level again, the family sound of the foil wrapper ripping from the condom packet making you lift your head up to look at him. he's already rolling it down his length when he peer downwards, and even though you only get a glimpse of his blushing head he's sticky and hot with pre-cum. you wiggle in anticipation and jungkook laughs at your cuteness before leaning back down, taking your hands in his for a change. he can see the appeal, interlocking your fingers with his palms against yours and using only his hips as leverage to push into your sopping center, letting you move against him so he's lodged in as deep as he can fit before he starts rocking into you.

your moans are his favourite song, maybe that's why he wants to listen to them all day. he'd like to make you cum again but it's difficult for him once his hips start stuttering uncontrollably, no matter how much he tries to slow his pace. you let go of his hands then to take his face, his eyes closed when he feels you press your smooth lips to his cheekbone; an encouraging kiss. a go on, i want you to kiss. the moan he let's out before giving in is fragile and wispy, nose digging into your neck while he ruts against you to his end. you clench around him harder just to hear jungkook whimper again, pliant and weak in your arms. all of a sudden, out of nowhere you wish you could feel the rush of his cream spilling from you when he pulls out to discard the condom. he nestles back into your breasts afterwards, smelling himself on your skin.

jungkook falls asleep smiling.

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adversitybloomed-a · 4 years ago

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get to know the blogger !

first name / pen name: gabby

strange fact about yourself: uhhh i day dream a LOT, like full on movie mode mixed with writing my head. this includes in my sleep. so i tend to get very tired from it. and its how i come up with a lot of my plots with people... ?

top 3 physical things you find attractive on a person: Their eyes, Smile and Hair ( i just enjoy the textures and want to play with it sooo bad )

a food you could eat forever and not get bored of: Pasta dishes ( can’t have it as much because of my health issues, but yesss ). Sweet Potatoes.

a food you hate: Pickles, eggs, peanut butter ( the smell man grosses me out so bad, i get so sick from it. )

guilty pleasure: cannoli’s….

what do you sleep in: I sleep in my pink shirts because they are super loose and sweat pants with sometimes fuzzy socks.

serious relationships or flings: serious relationships.

if you could go back in the past and change one thing about your life: the one thing i would choose to say is really personal & a bad trigger warning, so im going to choose another and that is where i chose to go to college. one of the biggest regrets in my life.

are you an affectionate person: It depends on my mood, but for like 95% of the time yes. cuddles. love them.

a movie you could watch over and over again: The Mummy 1 & 2, Star Wars Trilogy, Dragonheart, Thumbelina, Anastasia, Quest for Camelot, Princess Monoke, Howl’s Moving Castle, The Swan Princess & I won’t lie? i love re-watching movies over and over, it brings me joy.

favourite book: Inheritance Cycle, Heroes of Olympus ( novel series ), god damn how am i supposed to choose a top favorite… gods ummmm, you know what i’ll keep it these two. yup. yup. no panic here….

you have the opportunity to keep any animal as a pet, what would you choose: Wolf. but you knoooowww dragon sounds adorable too…..

top 5 fictional ships: John Proudstar & Blink, Jinmi & Xufeng, Chang'e and Hou Yi ( over the moon ), Evie and Rick O'Connor, Anakin and Padme, Han Solo and Leia.

pie or cake: cake

favourite scent: pumpkin

celebrity crush: Xiu Kai ( his acting skills and he’s just adorable. i have two or three others but that is for me to know and for the world to hopefully never find out. or i might actually blush myself into oblivion )

if you could travel anywhere, where would you go: Japan, China, New Zealand, Australia, Czech ( family there ), Italy, U want to go to Canada again ngl. Hmmmm England? idk i just like traveling.

introvert or extrovert: depends on who you ask.

do you scare easily: ask @skjebne & or @oraclefreed ( the answer is yes. )

iphone or android: iphone

do you play any video games: why yes i do. I love skyrim, kingdom hearts, assassins creed, dragon age, dragon dogma, final fantasy ( yes almost all of them including FFXIV ), Sims 4, House Flipper, Star Wars Old Republic, etc…

dream job: i honestly… i lost my dream job when i lost my passion for schooling because i lost faith in the system. I used to want to teach mythology and culture to students to show that deep down we are all connected. Like come on, lets talk about dragons and how almost every single culture has a representation of them… or mermaids ;D

what would you do with a million dollars: Pay off all loans ( student not much left ), buy a house, a car and then save the rest & work so it can be invested?

fictional characters you hate: UHHHHHHHHH DON’T GET ME INTO TROUBLE. Nope imma avoid this. those who know me, know what i dislike, rather avoid this nope nope.

fandom that you were once apart of but aren’t any longer: GOT, Star Wars ( though i still rp with those in those communities ), heroes of Olympus & descendants.

#🌸 ᵇᵉʰⁱⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʰᵒᵉⁿⁱˣ ( ooc )

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years ago

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 114 prt 1

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It snowed as they slept, a tangle of limbs. Lance fell asleep in the bath, Keith carrying him back to the bed where he stripped off the dirty quilt and roused Lance enough to coax him under the blankets. They’d woken some time before dawn, the sex slow, sleepy and sweet, before falling back to sleep holding each other. Waking the following morning, Lance was shaking with the cold. Keith tucking the blankets around him as he fetched their gear from outside. Everywhere was dyed white. The lights on in the main cabin, but it was too early to human. Keith grabbing up their things and darting back inside, it was fucking freezing out there, barely past dawn. Sleepily Lance called to him

“Babe?”

“I’m here”

He wasn’t about to wander off naked

“It’s cold”

“I know, I’m coming back to bed now”

“‘kay... miss you”

Lance was still cold when it came time actually get up. Keith running them a warm bath. His boyfriend clinging to him as he carried him into the bathroom. He liked Lance being clingy, but those fingers of his were no joke. Getting Lance into the bath, his boyfriend whined softly when Keith didn’t join him right away. Keith hadn’t had his coffee yet, the fact Lance wasn’t dropped was a birthday miracle. Maybe he was magically cured... Nah. That wasn’t going to happen over night

“It’s alright, babe. I’m going to grab us some clothes to wear”

“Mmm, okay... but don’t be too long”

Heading back into the bedroom, Keith dumped their things out on their bed, finding Lance had hidden his present to him under all their clothes. He didn’t want to open it. Not yet. Not until he was awake to function. It was hard to ignore though. Lance had really nice handwriting, his name on a little gift card signed from his boyfriend with a heart. Forcing himself to grab them something to wear, he came back to the bathroom with the gift still on his mind. In his absence Lance started dozing in the tub... looking adorable as he did, surrounded by the bubbles that came from the provided body wash.

Joining Lance led to bath sex... Lance’s skin smooth and oily from the bubble bath, his boyfriend whining softly at the hot water slipping inside of him, not that that stopped him. It was slow sex with plenty of kisses and Lance doing the hard work. It’d taken him three and a half weeks to be intimate with Lance again. He regretted not being ready sooner, especially in the wake of Lance’s breakdown, yet his boyfriend had calmed a lot since he’d started rubbing and touching his stomach more. They were being those kinds of parents, taking photos weekly as Lance’s stomach began to grow. Not that you could tell at the moment. The small amount of pudge still looked as if Lance had eaten too much, not that he was carrying a baby. He got what Lance meant about being physical, but he was also kind of glad they hadn’t rushed into immediately upon finding out they were expecting.

Lance was more awake after they’d had sex. His boyfriend dried his hair, then wanted to dry him down, peppering kisses to Keith’s scars. Lance never pushed on them, instead he seemed to know that some had stories Keith wanted forget. His kisses like he was trying to heal the hurt behind them. When they were dressed, and Lance had had his vitamin injection, Keith carried him to the main cabin seeing they’d left Lance’s boots their the previous night, Lance holding on for dear life as Keith’s pre-coffee clumsy was strong.

In the main cabin breakfast was underway. Pidge nursing her coffee as she sat at the dining table. Kosmo was already making a pest of himself as Hunk and Shay made breakfast, his dog lolling his head back to acknowledge their existence but the call of bacon was too strong. Matt and Rieva were in front of the fireplace. Shiro and Curtis cuddles up on the sofa. This was nice... nice, but Keith felt kind of left out seeing they were the last to arrive

“We thought about sending a rescue party to find you”

Lance climbed out of his hold, shivering as his feet touched the cold wood floors

“Totally my fault. Needed a bath to warm up... stupid snow”

Lance flashed their friends a smile. Keith feeling worse about things seeing it was fake... Keeping up appearances was hard and unfair. Shiro chuckled

“It’s a cold one. Matt and Rieva were straight in front of the fireplace. There’s coffee left for Keith”

Lance kissed his cheek

“Here that, babe, you better get some coffee in you while I put my boots back on”

“Can you two not be gross before breakfast?”

Keith rolled his eyes at Pidge. She was just jealous she wasn’t here with her partner. The thought sticking with him as Lance walked over to the fireplace. Pidge wasn’t dating anyone. He hoped she didn’t feel any less wanted there, because he wanted her there

“Leave Keith alone. He’s allowed to be gross in his birthday weekend”

Flipping Shiro off, Keith cautiously shuffled into the kitchen, Shay an angel as she passed him a cup of coffee, giggling at the happiness on his face

“Shiro already warned me I better have it ready”

“Babe, he’s as bad as Pidge when doesn’t have her”

Shay giggled at being called “babe”. Lance was right. Hunk and Shay were very well suited together. Taking his first mouthful of coffee, he found it lukewarm, meaning he could drain the whole cup. Hunk noticing

“There’s coffee next to the kettle. The milk’s in the fridge. It’s lactose free, Lance made sure to tell us repeatedly, as if we forget”

“Thanks, guys. You didn’t have to go to the effort”

Pidge snorted from the table

“Dude, you’re our friend. We do nice things for the people we actually like. Everyone else can go fuck themselves”

Matt and Shiro both called out in synch

“Language!”

The kind of timing that couldn’t be brought. Grumpily Pidge leaned back in her chair, cradling her coffee

“Blow me”

“Blow you what?”

Matt was the only one game enough to mess with her. Keith making for the coffee and the kettle, dying for another cup and this time hopefully warm. This wasn’t a bad way to spend a birthday at all... Not now he had caffeine starting to drive the blood out of his caffeine system.

Feeding Lance for the morning proved slightly difficult. Shay was in the kitchen, meaning he could go pouring blood into Lance’s morning shake. Instead he had to be covert. Making like he was putting away the milk, he hovered near the fridge, pouring out too much blood into the shake cup. He then had to use both hands and some very awkward body language to hide the contents as he added the shake powder. On a cold day it was probably better for Lance to have more blood than he needed, though he didn’t know if it’d make his boyfriend short the rest of their stay. Topping the shake up with water, he snapped the lid into place, shaking it as he carried it over to Lance who was sitting near the fire now he had his boots on. A normal person would be sweating from the heat

“Babe, food”

Lance eyed the shaker bottle with defeat. Matt shaking his head as the concoction

“I don’t think I want to ask”

“Have to hide breakfast somehow”

“Leave him alone to eat in peace”

“But, babe...”

“You finish that sentence, Matthew Holt, and I’ll put you out in the snow to pee like Kosmo”

Matt pouted at Rieva. Lance shooting Rieva a smile. Keith not jealous... He wasn’t. He simply needed more coffee

“Am I making pancakes?!”

Calling out from where he’d been frying eggs and bacon, Hunk laughed as they all called back “yes”. They really felt like a weird family... a weird family that he wasn’t sure he deserved.

With the baby, work and Lance, letting himself be distracted from his birthday blues was easier this year. Lance knew his past, knew not to push and when he needed that push. Shiro hadn’t pushed... Keith still feeling down about it especially between the ultrasound and the weekend, the feeling kind of like nothing good could possibly come from it and it was all going to be a big joke. That everyone was faking caring and there’d be no cabin. He felt dumb for doubting his friends... but some things were so ingrained that all the love in the world from his friends’ wasn’t going to magically break down those walls or heal the damage in an instant. All of these people being here for him scared him. He liked all of them... and they all liked him... he found a place here and he never wanted to lose it.

Settling down at the dining table with this cup of coffee, Pidge punched him in the arm

“What did I do now?”

“Birthday punches. Normally you punch the person however many times they are old, but I need more coffee for that”

“Thanks... I think?”

“You’re welcome. I’ve got your present in my bag. What did Lance give you?”

“I haven’t opened it yet...”

“Shit. I could have gotten in first... Guys, Keith hadn’t opened anyone’s present yet! He’s still fair game”

Was that a thing?

“Pidge, leave him alone. Besides, I booked the holiday!”

“You just want Keith all to yourself. I’m into your McClain!”

“He is my boyfriend!”

“Finders keepers, losers weepers”

“Merp!”

Pidge flipped Lance off. Curtis laughing at the pair of them

“With your compatibility, I am sure you would find Keith most agreeable to keep. Though he is more compatible with Lance. You’d both murder each other over the first cup of coffee for the day”

Pidge wrinkled her nose

“If I have to share my coffee like that, you can keep him”

Lance enthusiastically claiming him

“Done! He’s mine! But I left his present in his bag...”

He didn’t need presents... He didn’t need anything. Being here with them... he’d never had this like this...

“Guys... you don’t have to give me presents. You being here is enough”

Pidge raised an eyebrow

“Dude. It’s free stuff”

“I don’t need a lot”

She wasn’t backing down

“Shut up. You do too. Now drink your coffee birthday boy”

Breakfast was loud. There were discussions and firm plans put in place for a snowball fight, and something about maybe making snow men, Hunk bragging a little about his skills. Lance hadn’t taken the delicious scents as well as the others, his boyfriend slipping off to throw up, missing the second half of things before Keith went to check on him. Hunched over the toilet, Lance smiled at him weakly

“You shouldn’t be worrying on your birthday”

“I came to check you’re okay”

“Better... just letting the cabin air a bit before... nope... never mind”

Throwing up again, his boyfriend weakly gripped the toilet as he did. Keith hated seeing him like this, and he hated he couldn’t do anything about Lance’s morning sickness. Sitting himself down behind Lance, he wrapping his arm around him, rubbing the taunt muscles of his stomach

“I feel like I should apologise”

Lance hacked and spat, sounding throughly done as he did, before letting himself relax back against Keith

“You don’t need to. You’ve done nothing wrong”

“Still...”

“Nope. It’s your birthday. None of that”

“You’re being stubborn again”

“Because I’m okay. I feel better than I have in a while... other than this...”

“This is kind of my fault”

“It takes two to make a macaroon. You should be more worried about Pidge in a snow ball fight. She shows no mercy, even to her team”

“She did seem pretty keen”

“Personally I think she can’t wait to rain hell down on Matt”

“I can see that. Are you up for it?”

“Traipsing around in the cold? Ugh... maybe I’ll umpire”

“We need one?”

“You know Pidge will accuse Matt of cheating. This wasn’t supposed to... I mean... I didn’t think it’d snow so soon”

“It’s fine...”

“Mmmm... maybe. No one made a fuss, did they?”

“Nah. Shay’s the only one who doesn’t know human food doesn’t stay down”

“I really want to bring her in to sign a non-disclosure, but she deserves a life where she doesn’t have to fear the dark”

“I think she could handle it... Hunk wants to tell her”

“It’s not fair on him”

They both fell silent for a moment, Keith rubbing at Lance’s belly. This birthday was so weird. His next birthday he’d be father...

“Babe... I know birthdays aren’t the best for you, but I hope you still make some good memories of today”

“I already am... I... kind of feel weird having everyone together because of me”

“That’s because we all love you, silly. You deserve every happy moment”

“I don’t know about that”

“Then it’s a good thing that I do. You, Keith Kogane, are loved. Very much... I’m just sorry that I’m tired”

“Was last night too much?”

“Last night was perfect. So was this morning... and this morning again... you’re a total horn dog”

“I can’t help it... you’re so cute”

Lance blushed softly. Keith’s heart doing flips

“Should I be worried you’re going to gobble me up?”

“Maybe. But if you don’t want to... I mean...”

“I like having sex with you. Even if I did worry I was going to piss myself in your lap”

“Babe, I wouldn’t really... No. You need to feel safe with me”

“I do... last night was pretty close though”

“Let me know in future. I’d rather stop than hurt you”

“I know. I think maybe I’m done. My stomach feels like it’s settling”

“That’s good. I worried I put too much blood in your shake”

“You did, but it’s alright. I needed the energy boost”

“Should I be worrying about that?”

“Nah. I’m sleepy for all the right reasons... and the fucking snow”

Keith chuckled

“You’re so much like Mami. Her showing up bundled up like that”

“Mmm... I’m definitely a tropical vampire. It was hard to hide it all when Pidge and Hunk didn’t know. Hunk used to fret so much over how cold I was...”

“I’m fretting over how cold you are”

“Ahhh, but this is perfect weather for snuggling with the birthday boy, after he wins the snow fight”

“If you’re not...”

“Don’t you finish that. I’m your boyfriend, not your keeper. Have fun with our friends. I know how much you missed them. I’m not going to be lonely laughing at you guys”

“Are you sure?”

“Yep. I’ll just borrow someone’s phone and take photos”

“You could borrow my camera”

Lance raised an eyebrow, Keith not sure why

“Your camera is your baby”

Oh... that was why

“It’s not like you’re going to drop it”

“I don’t want to risk breaking it”

“You won’t. I’ll set it up so all you have to do is point and shoot”

Lance groaned at him

“They’re going to awful compared to your skills”

“I’m not that skilled”

“Babe. Love of my life. Anger loaf and lover of Macaroon. You really are. I was totally thinking about getting you camera stuff for your birthday, and I mean, I know I remember stuff, but then they went off and started in talking in some weird language with exposure and angles and it was complicated”

“Not as complicated as legal jargon”

“Oh, that’s pretty up there... but give me a day in the courtroom over deciphering camera talk”

“That’s because you’re not used to it”

“Does that mean you’ll teach me?”

“If you want to learn”

Lance chuckled

“Not really. I’m happier watching you. Okay, let’s get off the floor. My butt’s going numb with the cold”

“We can’t have anything happening to that arse of yours. It’d be butt a tragedy”

Lance’s glare said he wasn’t amused, Keith on the hand thought himself funny. For two people so close, he couldn’t believe how calm Lance was taking things when compared to him losing it over finding Lance the perfect last minute gift. Next year he was going to be prepared.

Lance wasn’t imagining things. Shay kept looking at him like she wanted to say something, the looked away when their eyes met. They’d talked a little in the car, Shay asking how he’d been, the others must have told her he’d been, or more likely Hunk had turned to her upset over what had happened. Thanks to his life being flipped upside down again, he’d barely seen Shay as much as he used to. It sucked... and the snow really sucked.

Sitting on the veranda of the cabin, Lance watched the others playing in the snow. Keith hadn’t been keen, then had been ganged up on by Curtis and Shiro, his boyfriend tackled down and snow put down the back of his shirt. For all his yelling and complaining, Keith was laughing as hard at as everyone else. The air was still cool, but the snow had already begun to melt to slush. Kosmo was so confused to what to do, running after the balls of snow only to watch them disappear, or even worse for the poor doggo was when he thought he’d caught them onto find them vanishing like magic. He made his displeasure know as he barked, bounding around with everyone. This was how life should be. No shitty vampire “war”, and now worries. He truly hoped this would be the first in a long line of happy birthdays for his boyfriend. This time next year they’d be parents to a little Macaroon that really needed a better name.

Playing in the snow resulted in an early lunch. Lance skipping real food for a shake, the smells of breakfast still in the air, and he wanted to make an effort to keep something down. Lunch was less formal than breakfast, not that breakfast was formal. Deciding on snacks, they lounged around, Keith not keeping him warm as his boyfriend was damp from Shiro smooshing snow into his hair. Each time he went in for a hug, Lance sank back into the sofa wishing he had a blanket

“Lance, I have to ask, what’s with the shakes. You didn’t even have a proper breakfast?”

Shay finally spoke what was on her mind. Their friends all looking momentarily panicked

“I’m fine... just you know, dieting and stuff”

Shay giggled at him

“Dieting? If you diet any harder there’ll be. Nothing left of you”

“She’s right you know, you’re a twig”

Fucking Keith, Lance huffing

“I’m a manly twig. Are you’re cold. Stop trying to squish me with your coldness”

Keith laughed at him, laying back against him with that cold wet hair of his. All of them should have gone for hot showers and warm dry clothes

“You love me anyway”

“I do, but if you keep this up I might have to run away to Cuba until spring... I’m not made for cold weather”

Matt cackled at him. Stupid werewolves and their high body temperatures

“Dude, it’s not that cold. What are you going to be like when winter really sets in”

“I’m going to hibernate. Build myself a little Lance burrito and hibernate”

Keith kissed his cheek, ignoring Pidge pulling a face as he did

“Can I join in?”

“Not if you’re going to bring the cold with you. I should have grabbed my heat packs from the bag”

“Want me to grab them?”

Keith was too sweet

“Nah, just keep your frostbite to yourself. Honestly, the lot of you should have had showers and changed”

“Your age is showing, dad”

Pidge giggled at her comment. Lance sorely tempted to flip her off

“Someone’s gotta be the sane and reasonable one around here”

“As if you’re sane. I know you too well, Gremlin”

“Saner than you”

“Riiiight... I’m not the one who developed a macaroon fetish after getting out of hospital”

Lance bit down a laugh, relieved to know they didn’t suspect macaroon was a baby and not a dessert snack

“That’s right. You were in hospital. Hunk said it was an accident. Are you okay?”

Why was Shay bringing that up now?

“Yeah. I had a stomach bug and fainted. A whole lot of worry for nothing”

“Plus he’s been working in Platt...”

Hunk was trying to help, but how was he supposed to explain that? Especially when Shay looked so interested

“You’re a lawyer, right?”

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

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TRAVEL BLOG: Admiring the Land of Unexpected Treasures

When I was a kid, I always dreamt of traveling around the world exploring every countries and admiring its wonders. That’s why my happiness was overflowing when my mother surprised me for my 13th birthday. She bought me a ticket together with my grandma to this crazy magical place once nicknamed as the ‘Fine City’, Singapore.

I was very excited that I packed my things a week before our trip; I was very excited that I didn’t even slept properly the night before it. We will spend the next 4 days in Singapore and those were one of the greatest days of my life.

[Day 1] Flawless

When we arrived at the Changi Airport, I couldn’t help to be fascinated with every details and features it has. Once we got out of the plane, the cool and moderate weather of the city hugs me. While we were walking at the aisle of the airport, I couldn’t take my eyes of the signboards featuring the things that the airport can offer. Those include the movie theatre, swimming pool, arcade, the garden, the tallest slide in the world that is located in an airport, and the fitness oasis. Unfortunately, we were in a hurry so didn’t got the chance to explore all of those spots. But at least I got to see the famous butterfly garden where over 40 species of butterfly is located, I remember how I named one of them ‘Mariposa’ because of its wings that is similar to my favorite fairy character at that time. The airport simply an art, with its flawless construction, sculptures, paintings, photo galleries, the music that fits the vibe of the place, and the cool kinetic chandeliers that moves synchronously.

The first day was spent with us spending most of our time resting in the hotel and planning for the next day’s destination and all. We stay at the ‘The Hotel Boss’, the place was very accommodating and neat. We got a nice view from the glass windows which were the Arab street, the lake, the museum and the mosques/churches that surround the place.

[Day 2] Taste of Heavens

In the morning, we decided to explore the place and we found the spa, which my grandmother enjoyed so much, the hidden garden and of course the hotel’s indoor pool. Swimming was not a very good idea at that time because the water was very cold but we still did. The manager told us that there is a free breakfast buffet for the entire guest so after swimming, we went straight into the hotel’s restaurant. I remember how embarrass I was when we walked In. We are still wet, wearing bathrobes with just our swimming suits inside and the slippers that were provided by the hotel. People there are all wearing either their casual attires or office attires. They all looked very formal and classy, though they didn’t seem to be bothered by us. I went in the buffet table and there are loads and loads of mouthwatering foods. There are multicultural foods but I am not very familiar with everything so instead, I got myself three bowls of different cereals, and topped them with a lot of whipped cream flavored strawberry, chocolate and vanilla. There is also a station for DIY sandwiches so I made myself one with a ham, chicken cuts, tomato and mayonnaise. I also drowned myself with sweets; the restaurant was very kind that he let me take home some candies, so I did. I took sour candies, lollipops, sweat candies, gummy candies and many more.

That day, we decided to go to the ‘Bugis Street Market’ where many shops, café, bars, and food stalls are located. I was craving over every food that I see as we were walking down the street. We decided to buy some souvenirs and chocolates for my friends and family. My mom treats us with street foods that are famous in the city like the fish-shaped bread filled with either chocolate, read beans or ice cream and the fresh fruit juices. For lunch, we went to the Landmark City (Restaurant) which is managed by my mama’s boyfriend at that time. The restaurant is offering halal foods from different cuisines across the region. I tried a Hainanese delicacy like the chicken rice that has a tender chicken meat that is boiled, over white rice and a sauce of your choice. I also tried Indian spicy egg omelet which I didn’t like so much because of its strong taste coming from its different ingredients and seasonings, the Arabian shawarma which I loved because of the reach taste of the beef and the sauce together with some vegies, and of course the ‘Milo Dino’. I will never forget that giant beverage because I really enjoyed it the most. It consist of milo shake as the bottom layer, followed by a layer of milo ice cream, milo cookie crumb at the top of it, milo choco powder over it and the milo syrup for its final touch. I will never forget how it tastes like a dream, it was very sweet though. One thing that I noticed in Singapore was there were milo products and advertisements everywhere and it was very cheap, some stores even give milo chocolate drinks for free.

[Day 3] No regrets

Our last day to have a tour around the city. In the morning, we went at a place called ‘Lucky Plaza’ which is nicknamed as the ‘Philippines of Singapore’. We ate our breakfast in a Filipino restaurant and I was surprise by the amount of ‘kababayans’ in there. It feels like home, hearing strangers speak your language in a different country. After eating we just walked around the place and bought some gifts to take home. We also went in the notable places in Singapore like the Marina Bay in which tourist spots like the Manila Bay Sands, Gardens by the Bay, and Singapore Flyers are located. We rode the bumboat through the Singapore River up to the famous Merlion. And then after that, we went in a station where we rode a cable car which was the first time that I’ve experienced in my life. Almost everything was made from glass so you can have a 360 view of the whole city. We stopped in the station near Resort’s World Singapore where the well-known Universal Studios Singapore is located. The place was indeed great! There are many themes in each side of the area. We rode different rides including The Mummy, Madagascar, Transformers (3D), and Jurassic Park. My mama’s boyfriend bought us a smoked turkey’s leg while waiting in queue which tastes really great! It was my first time to try that too. We got a VIP ticket but it was such a waste for me because we didn’t use much of it. Most of the rides are closed and reconditioned. Our last stop for the day was the water show in Sentosa, they featured the movie ‘Frozen’ that night so I really enjoyed it.

[Day 4] Every Little Thing

Our last day in Singapore was mostly checking out the hotel and spending the day at the airport. It was very comfortable to hang around the lounges with free snacks and even buffet and enjoying every little thing that the airport can offer.

Our overall trip in Singapore was very memorable. I can say that it is a perfect place for those people who love arts, cool architectures, multicultural cuisine, and those who like to spend cheap. I will definitely go back if given a chance. Lastly, I recommend bringing extra batteries for your cameras, and charge your phone full. There are many available charging spots in Singapore but you won’t like to spend your time waiting for your device than just walking around and enjoying the place’ wonders.

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