#she looks like a literal angel i feel like id kiss the ground she walks on

[sar3nka]

I finally experienced the "do I wanna be her or be with her" except it's more like "do I wanna be her or do I want my tongue permanently attached to her clit like a parasite" type of thing 😇

[princehrry-writings]

Angel with a Shotgun

here we go. this popped into my head after i watched a tiktok about angel shots. if you go on a date and don't feel safe for any reason, please please please find a safe way to remove yourself!! asking for an angel shot is a great way to do that!!

WARNING: tw mentions of implied SA, stalking, harassment, police, EMT's, hospitals, alcohol, being drugged, swearing,

please don't read this if any of this stuff makes you uncomfortable. i don't get graphic with anything but still, put yourself first and be safe!! i love you <3

wordcount: 1907

Harry Styles x Reader

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It started off as a normal night. Y/n had met this guy in class and he’d asked her out for drinks. She didn’t get any bad vibes from him, none of her friends had heard anything bad about him, so she deemed him a suitable guy to go have a fun night with.

She’d met him at a bar just off campus and was having a really great night! The pair were dancing and talking and laughing, genuinely enjoying herself for the first time in a long time on a first date.

In Y/n���s experience, usually guys were creeps and girls never decided she was what they were looking for, so she had a hard time in the dating world. This guy, Jack his name is, seemed ok. Keyword being seemed.

She should have known. When he asked to meet her at a bar all the way across town, she should have put it together that he wasn’t what she was looking for. He didn’t put up too big of a fight when she insisted they meet at the bar closer to campus, that way she would know people there and be in a familiar place if she needed to get away from him quickly.

When he started making comments that were off putting to her, things she doesn’t really want to repeat in fear of actually vomiting all over the table, she starts looking for a way out. He keeps trying to play footsie with her under the table and is getting visibly frustrated at her lack of participation, so she tells him she’s going to get them another round of drinks after finishing the one that was already on the table and quickly exits the booth before he can protest.

Harry had been watching from across the room at the bar, seeing this couple who looked like they were on a first date. He watched as they laughed and talked, getting to know each other. But as the night went on, it seemed the woman was getting more and more uncomfortable.

He had told his coworkers to keep an eye out for the two in case anything was to go down, and when he sees her get up and make her way over to his bar, he has a feeling he knows where this is going.

“What can I get for you, love?” He asks her, leaning over the counter to hear her better. She sniffles a little, and takes a deep breath. Leans in before timidly asking.

“Can I get an angel shot?”

Harry’s senses are quickly kicked into gear and he nods, gesturing to his coworker that he’s gonna get this taken care of before meeting her on the other side of the bar. What neither of them had realized was that 1. Jack was walking up to them and 2. he had slipped something into her drink apparently because suddenly she could barely hold her own body weight. Harry caught her before she hit the ground and Jack rushed over, playing the part of concerned boyfriend but the bartender saw right through it.

“Sir, I’m gonna have to ask you to back up.” He tells the man, authority very present in his voice. Jack doesn’t take well to this, eyebrows furrowing and voice lowering in defense.

“S’cuse me mate, but I’m gonna take my girl home. She’s had a few too many, f’you know what I mean.” He chuckles and goes to scoop her up. Harry stops him, putting a hand on the guy's chest, stepping between the girl and this guy.

“You'll do no such thing. This girl has obviously been roofied and it’s you she was running away from. The only thing you’ll be doing tonight is talking to the police, who are making their way in right now to do with you what they will.” Harry says, watching the color drain from this bloke's face. He turned around, ready to make a full run for it but was stopped by not only the police but also a crowd of other guys who heard what was going down and were ready to step in if assistance was needed.

“I didn’t do anything wrong here! She was trying to take advantage of me!” He cries as he’s put in handcuffs and taken away.

“Yeah, it’s obvious the one who’s passed out cold because she was drugged was trying to take advantage of you.” Harry yells after him before turning around and scooping the girl into his arms. Due to the commotion and the presence of not only police but also paramedics, the premises was cleared and the bar was shut down for the night. Harry held the passed out girl close to his body, having had his coworker fetch his jacket from the break room to keep her warm now that the club wasn’t filled with body heat, and waited for the paramedics to come in for her.

When they come in and place her on the gurney, she starts to stir. Little whines and groans escape from her and the EMT’s check her vitals, deeming her stable and letting Harry know she’s going to be ok. He decided to follow to the hospital just so she has a familiar face when she wakes up and has someone to explain her situation that isn’t a scary doctor.

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It’s a few hours of unrestful sleep at her bedside and his co-worker showing up with a change of clothes for him when she finally starts to come to.

Groaning and reaching up to hold her head but realizing her arms are too heavy to move, she rasps out, “Where am I?”

“You’re in the hospital,” Harry explains, wanting to reach out and hold her hand but not wanting to startle her, “You’re ok but the doctors wanted to keep you overnight for observation.”

“You’re the bartender I asked for the angel shot aren’t you?” She questions after a pregnant pause. He hums a confirmation and she looks over his face a few times, before tears well in her eyes.

“What happened?” A few tears fall from her eyes. She can’t remember much after leaving the table, just the sight of green eyes and curly brown hair nodding at her when she asked for the shot. The rest is pretty much a blur, just random flashes of scenes she can’t quite make out in her head.

“You came over and asked me for the shot and then a few minutes later you passed out. The bloke you were with slipped something in your drink. And unless something happened at the table that I didn’t see, then nothing else happened. Do you remember anything happening at the table?” He explains, hoping her answer is no.

He’d learned her name from the EMT’s who checked your ID once you were loaded into the ambulance but he didn’t know the name of the man she was with. He realizes she doesn’t know his name either.

“No, was just being a sleazy dick. I don’t know how he could have slipped me something, I didn’t get up before I went to you. Must’ve turned my head for a bit too long. God, I should’ve known this was gonna happen!” She groans but he shakes his head.

“You can’t blame yourself for this, darling! He’s a sleazeball, a no good lowlife. S’not your fault.”

“What’s your name?” She voices, peering into his pretty green eyes.

“M’Harry,” he smiles, timidly reaching for her hand, rubbing his thumb soothingly across the soft skin.

“Thank you for staying with me Harry! For helping me…” Y/n says quietly. He shakes his head with a small smile.

“No need to thank me, pet. Would do it over and over again.”

Her smile, while tired and defeated, was enough to show him her gratitude. She feels a weight lift off her chest, hearing that nothing bad happened after she got to him.

She knows it’s probably just nightingale syndrome, but Y/n thinks Harry is terribly adorable. With his messy brown curls and tired green eyes that make it look like he hasn’t slept in ages. She thinks she could see herself going out with him, which is an odd thought considering what happened last night. You’d think that would be enough to turn her off to men for good, but there's just something about him. But now isn’t the time to bring any of that up.

“I’ll call a nurse, tell em’ you’re awake.” He voiced, making his way to the door after gently placing her hand back on the bed.

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“Ms. I’m just calling to let you know the restraining order has gone through. You won’t have to worry about him anymore.”

Y/n felt a weight lift off her chest. After months of being harassed and stalked, she would finally be left alone. Harry leaned in, pressing a kiss to her cheek, stroking the loose hair out of her face.

“S’ finally over, lovie. It’s all over!.” He whispered in her ear, pulling her closer to him, rubbing up and down her thighs. She felt tears spring to her eyes, tears of relief, tears of joy, but also tears of sadness because the last few months had been some of the hardest of her life. She was ready to move on and be done with this nightmare.

When Jack had found out Y/n and Harry got together after that night, it’s like it activated something inside him. Like he thought she was just playing hard to get and he had to literally stalk her to get her attention. He seemed to think she was playing a game. Somewhere in his twisted little mind he had the audacity to think she actually wanted him.

He’d sit right next to her every single class period and would get up and move next to her when she tried to get away with him. He’d show up at her house, sitting across the street just watching her front door, he’d call her phone and text her, he’d wait outside her other classes and follow her around campus. She complained to her university, told them what was going on and they didn’t really do anything. She went to campus security and they brushed it off because “She wasn’t in any danger. He just wants to get to know you.”

So she finally was forced to file a restraining order. Her case was still open, from when he got arrested that night at the bar. They're charging him with second degree assault and criminal harassment because apparently she’s not the only girl he’s done this to. Many other women had spoken up since news of that night had spread around campus. Yet still, the university did nothing.

Harry stood by you every step of the way, picking up the shattered pieces on hard days. He wanted to beat the shit out of this guy and he would if it wouldn’t interfere with the case. He knew you needed him and he didn’t want to chance anything.

There was a pregnant silence between the two lovers. Just letting the silence wash over them, letting themselves breath freely without this weight suffocating them, they basked in it.

It wasn’t completely over, because there was still a trial, but he wouldn’t be coming around without getting arrested again.

That was enough for Y/n to breathe easy.

[whitttbit]

Hawks x reader lemon An acceptable apology and an unexpected visit.

Warnings: This is absolute filth. Extreme dom hawks with spanking,Dom sub dynamics,a dash of angst, office smut, and just general smut. It's my first fic so try not to judge to harshly. If you guys enjoy it I'll open requests and do more. Ps: I am incredibly nervous posting this.

You've been warned:

Dating a pro hero was never easy. They were always busy with paperwork, patrols or undercover missions. Dating the number 2 pro hero was damn near impossible. Somehow though, here you were sitting in a shapartment waiting on the winged hero to get home. Hawks was charismatic and energetic and that definitely translated to the bedroom. The sex was phenomenal and the love was passionate. He was always bringing you gifts and when he found the time he would plan out elaborate dates for the two of you that were thoughtful and fun. Lately though he had been working overtime investigating the LOV in anticipation of an attack. He wouldn't get in until long after you'd fallen asleep. He would then leave before you woke up with a gentle shake and apologetic kiss on the forehead. The commission had given him a positively brutal schedule and he hadn't had a day off in over a month since accepting the mission.

You were trying your best to stay awake but sleep finally won you over and you had drifted off to sleep on the sofa. The hero had planned to be home for dinner but ended up sending an apology text last minute after receiving some new Intel on the case. As you drifted into the welcoming arms of your slumber the dinner you had spent hours making was still on the table. It had long since gotten cold but you hadn't been able to bring yourself to put it away. It was well after midnight when the hero finally landed on the balcony of the penthouse, shaking the snow from his tired wings and sliding the door open. He glanced around and his eyes landed on your silhouette on the couch wrapped in a blanket. Sighing he turned to grab something quick to eat from the kitchen and saw the table set for two. His gut tensed and he felt the sense of guilt that he had become all to familiar with.

"damn....." He mumbled as he started to clear the table putting the delicious looking food into Tupperware and loading the dishwasher. Once everything was clean he walked quietly over to you and scooped you up taking you to your shared bed. He knew he'd have to make it up to you somehow but all he could think of right now was sleep.

Five thirty had come far to soon for Keigos liking as he slammed his hand onto the alarm clock by your bed. He stood up and showered and got ready to go back to work. You began to wake as he left the bathroom and the florescent light hit your eyes. Sleepily you groaned and looked at him in his hero costume ready to leave you yet again.

"Kei?"

"Shit! sorry angel I was trying to be quiet. Go back to sleep, Ill text you around lunch." He walked over and gave you a deep apologetic kiss as he tucked the blankets around you.

" You have to work again? Its Sunday and you said you might be able to get off."

" I know but I've got to complete the paperwork today and its a mountain on my desk. I'm sorry. I should be off someday soon though and ill make it up to you."

" You always say that." You hadn't meant for it to come out so harshly but you were sleepy and annoyed. Keigo blinked and stared at you for a moment before finally speaking.

" I know angel but the mission is almost over. It's literally just paperwork. I've gathered all of the Intel that the commission requested."

"Fine. Ill see you tonight I guess." You rolled over feeling slightly guilty at how cold your words had been. Sighing Keigo walked out to the balcony and headed to his office across the city.

You awoke a few hours later and went into the kitchen to get breakfast. You saw your phone on the counter and saw that he had texted.

BIRDBOY: You awake love?

You hastily typed a quick message.

Y/N: Yes, do you want me to bring you lunch?

BIRDBOY: No, I don't really have time I've got a budget conference call at lunch and still have to complete my reports.

God, why did he even bother texting you back. He might as well be dating the commission. Then a thought popped into your head. It was kind of mean but he deserved it. You took off your leggings and t-shirt and threw on some red lacy panties he had bought you for Christmas and a matching bra and tousled your hair a bit snapping a quick aerial picture. 

Y/N: But I miss you daddy... 

*attachment*

You sat on the couch eagerly waiting for him to reply. It took a few minutes and he had started typing and stopped several times.

BIRDBOY: Angel, what are you doing? You know not to send me pictures at work. It's not nice to get daddy worked up before a business call.

Y/N: Well its not nice to leave me this wet either.

You knew that you were pushing it. His daddy kink always put him in his dom head space and testing him wasn't always a good thing. He could be positively relentless with his punishments if you went to far.

BIRDBOY: You are pushing it baby. 

Y/N: Well you aren't here so I guess ill just have to take care of it myself.

You knew that would do it. He was going to lose it, but still you had already hit send so no turning back now

BIRDBOY: Don't you fucking dare. You know the rules! Don't test me darling.

You left him on read and went to the bedroom to grab some black thigh high stockings and a garter belt. Putting on some heels and a long pea coat. This was possibly the gutsiest thing you'd ever done but you were going to pack up last nights dinner and take it to him at work. He deserved to suffer a little bit after all. Grabbing a scarf you hailed a cab and made your way to the office ignoring your phone which was buzzing with angry texts at your lack of response no doubt.

As you pulled up to the tall silver building you felt yourself getting more and more nervous. You were practically naked under a coat and going to your boyfriends job. This was dangerous and uncharted territory. Keigo always took his job so seriously. As you watched the floor number flash on the screen in the elevator you felt more anxious. Finally it dinged and the doors slid open. You made your way to his secretaries desk. Clearing your throat.

"Hi Jamie....um I brought Hawks lunch" She beamed up at you and tapped her desk.

"He is about to be on a call, if you leave it here ill make sure that he gets it." Part of you wanted to do it. Somehow you mustered up some nerve though.

" Um.... actually I was hoping to give it to him myself.....we were planning on eating together. Ill just sit quietly in his office until hes done. He's expecting me." You looked at her praying that she wouldn't check.

" Oh! okay he must have forgotten to tell me, go on in." Oh thank god, You walked to the big steel door and turned the handle. Walking in you saw him staring at papers and biting a pen. He didn't even look up. 

"Jamie, I'm about to be in a meeting whats up?"

You cleared your throat and waited. He looked up and dropped the pen staring.

" I um...brought you lunch"

" Angel, I told you I couldn't have lunch today what are you doing here?" He studied your body like a predator shaking and looking down you began to speak.

" Um.....well..... I thought id just bring it I can go. " Placing the basket on the ground you turned finally losing nerve. What were you thinking. Coming to his office like this? In a flash of crimson he was over to you grabbing your arm and turning you to face him. He cupped you chin forcing you to look up into his golden irises as he spoke.

"I told you to stay home and wait. Impatient are we?" you grabbed the buttons of your coat to keep him from discovering your secret and kept eye contact trying not to break.

" I just want you to eat that's all you jerk." 

"Tch- So disrespectful, its sir or daddy not jerk. Now go sit on the couch until after my meeting. It seems we need to have a little chat, and since you can't seem to respond to my texts or use proper honorifics today you'll have to spend that time coming up with a damn good reason I shouldn't teach you a lesson when we get home." He smirked and pointed to the bright red couch on the opposite side of his office and turned to sit back at his desk.

What a cocky asshole. He was so full of himself sometimes. Still though considering everything you'd done already you figured that you better not push it so reluctantly you complied. 

" Good girl. Now don't you dare move a muscle until I finish this call do you understand?" 

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes....sir."

He smiled as his phone rang. He took the call and began going over expense and damage reports. 

-One hour later-

You had been sitting here for an hour. This asshole had had several openings to end the call but he just kept talking. He would smirk at you every time. God this was torture. Why did he have to be such an ass sometimes? Finally after the fourth opening to wrap things up and he refused you decided that he deserved to suffer. He had told the guy on the phone to go over the quarterly reports one more time for his notes so you knew you had time. You stood up and his eyes darted to you and narrowed.

Slowly you undid the tie of your coat and unbuttoned it revealing your bright red lingerie  and smiled at him. His eyes went so big you had to smile. You laid back on the couch and began to stroke your folds throwing your head back. You felt those golden orbs on you. suddenly you felt a feather wrap your wrists. Jerking your head up you saw him crook his finger. The feather began to pull you towards him....oh shit.

You made it to his desk and he sent one feather to lock the door and the other to sharpen and cut off your panties. He bit his lip looking at you. Reaching to the phone he hit mute.

" Now, since you don't know how to listen today here's whats going to happen." He began unbuckling his belt.  

" You are going to come over here and sit that pretty little pussy on my cock and you aren't going to move or make a sound until daddy is done with his phone call got it?" He shimmied his cargo pants down revealing his throbbing cock. Gulping you looked at him

"....yes daddy....I won't make a sound."

"Good girl now come on."  You shuffled over straddling his lap and lowered yourself onto his cock. He reached over to unmute the call.

The call went on talking about numbers and deadlines for a few minutes and you could feel your resolve slowly crumbling. He reached his hand between you and began lazily rubbing your clit as he continued the call. You had to bite your lip to keep the moans from escaping. You shifted your weight a bit and you felt him throb inside of you. He gave you a dangerous look and you stilled instantly. He began vigorously rubbing your sensitive nub. Fuck this man was the devil. Biting his shoulder you could feel tears welling up. You had to get some relief. This was absolute torture.Fuck you were going to cum. You couldn't stop the whimper that escaped as you felt yourself nearing the edge. His ministrations abruptly stopped as he grabbed a fistful of your h/c hair and yanked your head back.

" Everything okay Hawks?" what was that?" the gentleman on the line asked. He looked at you with rage and replied.

" Everything is fine sir, I just got a paper cut. Listen, I think I've got what I need for now so why don't I finish these reports and call you tomorrow afternoon?"

" Sounds good we'll talk then." Keigo clicked the phone off and forced you to meet his gaze again.

" I said not to make a sound y/n. You are being such a brat today." whimpering apologetically you looked at him. Rolling his eyes he yanked you off of him by your hair and bent you over his desk displaying you perfectly. Kicking your legs apart he leaned down over your back and bit the shell of your ear and growled . You let out another involuntary whimper

" Does my angel want to cum?" you nodded feeling yourself turning to jello beneath him.

" I can't fucking hear you slut."

"...yes sir" was all that you could choke out

" Not good enough. Lets teach you some manners first." He reached over to his phone and hit the speed dial for his secretary.

"yes sir?"

" Jamie, why don't you head out to lunch for a bit on me. Use the company card. We both deserve a break. I'm going to eat here with y/n."

" Thank you sir! I've been wanting to try that new sushi place!"

"Knock yourself out, you deserve it." He clicked the phone and listened until he heard her gather her things and go.

" Don't fucking move." He reached down and you heard him rustling with his clothes. Something dropped next to your face and your eyes shot open. His belt was displayed right next to your face. Leaning down again he spoke.

"Now princess you are going to count for daddy got it? You'll get five with my hand for sending me that photo, Five with my feather for not texting me back, and five with my belt for being a needy brat during my call and not listening. Do you understand?" You could feel yourself shaking.

" ..Ye..yes daddy."

A harsh slap echoed as her hit your ass with incredible force. 

"o....one" you cried another slap echoed through the office

"Tu...two" the next three came so quickly you could barely keep count. There was no way to anticipate his pattern. You could feel your ass stinging already.

"Three.......fo...four...FIVVEEEEE!!!!!"

He smirked pulling out a feather and hardening it into a makeshift switch and backing up to admire his handy work. Bright red hand prints covered your ass. He Pulled back and hit you with his feather causing your entire body to lurch forward onto the desk with force.

"FUCK! one." With a swish he landed another on your thigh

"TWO!!!" It was like he was hitting you harder with each go.  The last three caused more tears to obscure your vision. Dreading what was next you saw the blurred outline of the belt slide off of the desk.

" Last set angel, You okay? Remember the safety colors? Where are we at?" You felt a rush of relief as you heard the concern in his voice. Green meant good yellow slow down and crimson (your safe word) full stop. You and he both knew he'd never been this rough so he was checking in.

"st...still green daddy...g..green." You stuttered out.

" Good girl" he praised

"Okay, lets continue." He folded the belt in half an pulled back to take aim.

SNAAAAPPPPP!

The belt hit your ass ...hard.

"One" you felt so raw beneath him shaking and numb from the sting.

The rest of the hits echoed and caused you to melt into a puddle beneath him. Cunt practically drooling from pleasure and pain. He dropped the belt and positioned himself. Cock pulsating  as he grabbed your hips he spoke.

" Color angel?" Eager to come you answered instantly

"Green."

" If you want it fucking beg. Beg like the needy slut you are beg for me right fucking now"

" Puh...please daddy I need it. Please fill me up I can't take it anymore" He smiled and shoved his full length in with a thrust and began to relentlessly pound you into the desk. His pace was brutal but it was like he was hitting every single nerve. A knot starting to form in your abdomen you started to whimper.

" Can I cum daddy PLEASE!!!!!!! Oh my god!" you were begging trying desperately to hold it in. He would be so angry of you came without permission.

" No." he said simply as he continued his assault

You bit your arm closing your eyes. 

"Please.....daddy please." You were a blubbering mess but you didn't care you needed release.

"NOW!" he yelled. With a scream you came with him Your walls fluttering as his seed filled you with pulsating rhythmic thrusts. Collapsing on top you sweaty and spent. You both laid there in a perfect heap of ecstasy and release.

After a few minutes he picked you up and released your hands carrying you over to the couch. HE sat down placing you in his lap and began stroking your hair.

" You did so well angel. So perfect for me." he cooed all you could manage was a hum. 

" I'm sorry love, i'll take tomorrow off for a personal day. I know its hard but I love you and you are so amazing for sticking with me. I love you so much." He smiled.

Sending a feather to his mini fridge to get a bottle of water he unscrewed the top and handed it to you.

"Drink this angel." You felt the cool liquid slide down your throat steadying you and bringing you back down.

"How about I take the rest of the day off. I'll fly us home, run us a bubble bath and we can order some take out from your favorite place and watch a movie. How does that sound love?"

" That sounds perfect." You rasped out

"I'm so sorry my love. I hope you can forgive me."

"I should visit more often for apologies." You said with a smile. Nestling into his chest. Everything was perfect.

[omgjasminesimone]

Spousal Privilege Epilogue

Colt x MC

Author’s Note: In honor of hitting 100 followers (thanks followers!), a follow up to my most popular story, Spousal Privilege

Summary: Colt is out of jail, and ready to make Ellie his forever.

Rating: NSFW

Word Count: 3000

Colt walks out of the changing room, glad to be back in his own clothes after a month in jail house orange. He heads to the discharge desk, a spring in his step at his impending escape from this hellhole.

Sanchez slides a plastic bag full of Colt’s belongings across the desk. Colt opens the bag, pocketing his wallet, keys, and putting on his belt. Everything he’d had on him when he was unexpectedly arrested while leaving the burnt out remains of his father’s garage, returned at last.  

Sanchez plops a stack of paperwork on the desk. “Sign these. Read it if you want, if you’re just dying to spend more time here.”

Colt skims the paperwork quickly. Conditions of his bail, instructions for the ankle monitor he’s required to wear, acknowledgement they’ve returned his property, blah blah blah, he’s just ready to get out of here. He signs his name where he’s supposed to, passing the paperwork back to his least favorite correctional officer.

Sanchez signs the paperwork as well, leaving it on the desk. “You’re free to go. For now. See you when you’re re-arrested for some other crime.”

“I won’t be back Sanchez.” Colt smirks as he stands, his chair scraping across the concrete floor. “Try not to miss me too much.”

Sanchez’ jaw clenches. “Pshh…disrespectful.” He mutters as Colt walks out the door.

Colt smiles when he steps out into the Los Angeles sun, free from bars and armed correctional officers after a long 35 days. His smile widens when he spots her.  

She’s running towards him, her long braid swinging behind her. She’s wearing a simple white dress with a sweetheart neckline paired with white sneakers, and she’s beaming at him. She’s so damn beautiful. He wonders for probably the 50th time if his father is now serving as his guardian angel because if not for divine intervention he has no idea how he got so lucky with her.

She jumps into his arms and starts kissing him ferociously. Her legs wrap around his waist as he grips her outer thighs, returning her kiss with equal passion. It’s really been way too long. He’s certainly not going to miss the jail’s no touching rule. He presses her into the wall of the jail to better support her, deepening the kiss and cupping her right breast over her dress with his now free right hand.

She pulls away, eyes fluttering open. She blushes as he squeezes her breast. “Colt, we’re in public.”

“I know. But I can’t help myself. I want you so fucking bad Ellie.” He grounds his hips against hers, letting her feel how badly he wants her.

She unwraps her legs from around his waist and he reluctantly allows her to drop down to the ground. She gives him another kiss, chaste this time, stretching onto her tiptoes. “Later. We have to get married first.”

He raises an eyebrow. “We’re doing that today?”

She nods excitedly. “They had a cancellation and I got off the waitlist this morning! We’re so lucky Colt, the next appointment available is two months from now, which is after your trial.”

He looks towards the Heavens. ‘Thanks Pops.’ He thinks.  

She intertwines their fingers, leading him to her car. “We need to head downtown to the courthouse now. We can’t miss our appointment. I brought a change of clothes for you from your place.”

“Our place now.” He corrects, squeezing her hand.

She smiles softly as she unlocks the doors, sliding into the driver’s seat. She passes him a white dress shirt and black slacks as he takes the passenger seat. She quickly peels out of the jail parking lot, merging onto the 405 South.

He changes in the car, kicking off his jeans and leaving them crumbled on the floor. She glances at his exposed ankle monitor before he shimmies into the slacks. He catches the glance. “You know I have to charge this thing? It only has 12 hours of battery life. What a piece of shit.”

“Do you shower with it on?” Ellie asks, curious. She always loves to learn new things, and this is a whole new world for her.

Colt finishes buttoning his shirt. “They told me I literally never take it off. Hey, take the next exit. We need to make a pit stop.”      

“But we’re already running late!”

Colt rolls his eyes. Knowing her, she’s probably timed it so they’ll arrive at the courthouse thirty minutes early. “I need to stop by the bank. I found my Dad’s safety deposit box key in the garage. That’s what I was doing when I got arrested.”

Ellie merges to get into the exit lane. “Make it quick.” She warns.

He directs her to the bank, and jogs inside while she leaves the car idling in the parking lot. Ellie drums her fingers on the steering wheel impatiently. Colt returns moments later, a thick manila envelope in hand. Ellie merges back onto the 405. “So, what was in it?” She asks after a few moments of comfortable silence.

“Cash. Important paperwork.” He pauses, riffling through the envelope. “My grandparents wedding rings conveniently.” They’re stuck in rush hour traffic, so she takes her eyes off the road to look at the simple but beautiful diamond engagement ring he’s presenting to her.

“I know we’re not doing this right. I didn’t get down on one knee and propose, and we’re not having a real wedding like you deserve, but if there’s one thing I can do right it’s putting a diamond on your finger. We might have to get it fitted.”

Ellie smiles softly as Colt tenderly slides the ring onto her finger, it fits perfectly. He kisses her knuckles gently before releasing her hand so she can drive as the traffic clears up. “All of this is right Colt. I don’t need a fancy proposal or a big expensive wedding. You’re the only thing I want. I can’t wait to marry you.”

Colt leans back in his seat, looking at her appraisingly. “Did you tell your dad?”

Ellie’s hands tighten on the steering wheel. “No.” She admits. “I know what he’s going to say. I’d rather ask forgiveness than permission at this point….Did you tell your mom?”

Colt looks out the window. “No. I was afraid she’d tried to talk you out of it.” He turns to look at her, smirking. “I think she likes you more than she likes me at this point.”

“No one could talk me out of this Colt. It’s what I want.”

“I don’t know. My mom could probably make a pretty compelling argument. I think she sees a lot of her in you. And a lot of my dad in me.”

Ellie exits the freeway, almost to the courthouse now. “We’re not them. We’re our own people, with our own story.”

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“You may now kiss the bride.” The court officiant says, after seeing that all their paperwork is in order.

Colt smiles, not a smirk for once, and grips Ellie’s neck, capturing her lips. Another bride-to-be Ellie struck up a conversation with in the waiting room (they were early, just like Colt suspected) snaps photos on Ellie’s phone.

Ellie smiles when he pulls away. He takes his grandparents’ wedding bands out of his pocket, slipping the smaller gold band onto her finger. He hands her the matching wedding band and she slips it on him.

He intertwines their fingers and they walk down the aisle towards the exit.

Ellie’s new friend smiles, returning her phone. “I took a lot of pictures. Hopefully some of them are good! Congratulations you two.”

“Thank you so much!” Ellie chimes. She turns to Colt. “Ready to go to our apartment?”  

He’s been ready to get her home all day. But had this been a real wedding, they wouldn’t be consummating it yet. There would have been a reception, with dinner and drinks and dancing. She deserves that. “Not yet. You’re mine now, officially, forever. That calls for a celebration.”

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Colt throws an arm around Ellie as they relax in the VIP booth of the nightclub. Neither of them is old enough to be here, but that was easily solved with a pair of fake IDs. They’ve been dancing and drinking (he double checked that his ankle monitor isn’t one of the newer ones that can detect alcohol) for hours, so now they’re content to enjoy the VIP booth he paid for with some of the safety deposit box money.

Ellie scrolls through the wedding pictures on her phone. “This is a good one.” Colt glances at the photo. They’re kissing, her diamond ring and wedding band visible since her hand is on his cheek.

“Yeah, it’s nice.” He agrees.

“I’m going to email it to my dad and tell him that we’re married.”

Colt raises a brow. “Is that the alcohol talking?”

“No, I know if I try to tell him in person he’s going to interrupt me. He’s not going to let me say what I need to say. This way is better.” She insists.

“Whatever you say Mrs. Kaneko.” He smiles. He’s never going to get sick of that. Mrs. Kaneko.

She types for several moments, and he plays with her long brown hair. “And….sent.” She sighs, as if a great weight has been lifted off of her. “Let’s go home.”

He smirks. Finally, what he’s been waiting for all night.

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Colt unlocks the door and carries Ellie over the threshold of their one bedroom apartment in West LA. He gently puts her down, surveying the familiar apartment. Ellie loops her arms around his neck, hugging him gently. “Welcome home.”

“You’re my home.” He can’t help but reply, capturing her lips and walking her backwards into their bedroom. He gently pushes her down onto the bed, breaking their kiss. “Sorry there are no rose petals on the bed.” He unbuttons his shirt, allowing it to fall to the floor. “And no candles.” He drops his pants, climbing on top of her and supporting his weight with his arms.

“I don’t need that. I just need you.” She replies, reaching her hand into his boxers and gripping his manhood. She starts to stroke. After 35 days of celibacy, that alone is almost enough to make him cum. He quickly removes her hand from his boxers, not wanting their wedding night to end prematurely. She looks at him questionably.

“I want to take care of you first.” He explains, pulling the white dress over her head and tossing it to the floor. He freezes when he sees the lacy white lingerie she’s wearing underneath. That’s new. He feels himself becoming uncomfortably hard at this image of her, splayed out beneath him, hair fanned out on the pillow, chest softly rising and falling. The lingerie is practically see through, erotic but somehow still innocent at the same time. He almost doesn’t want to take it off of her. He commits the image to memory, gaze sweeping over her from head to toe.

She blushes at his intense gaze. “Colt?”

“You’re so beautiful Ellie. I can’t believe you’re mine.” He admits, trailing kisses over the tops of her breasts which are spilling out of the bra. Her fingers tangle in his hair as his kisses trail lower. Over her stomach, down to her inner thighs. He nips at her hip, pulling her panties down with his teeth.

“Colt….” She breathes out as he kisses between her legs. He grips her thighs, pulling her further down the bed as he licks and sucks at her most intimate area. Her back arches off the bed, her grip on his hair almost painful. His tongue delves inside her and she comes apart, seeing white until she slowly comes down from her orgasm.

She barely notices him removing his boxers, but she feels him as his hard shaft brushes her entrance. She starts to remove her bra, but Colt stops her, intertwining their fingers and pinning her hands near her head. “Don’t. I like it.” He slowly pushes into her. He groans at the feel of being inside her again. It’s been way too long. He promises himself it will never be that long again.  

“Colt, faster.” Ellie mutters, eyes closing in ecstasy as he follows her instructions, pumping into her faster and harder.

“Whatever Mrs. Kaneko wants.” He promises, the headboard slamming against the wall as he thrusts more and more aggressively. She tries to match his enthusiasm, rolling her hips in time with his thrusts.

He releases one of her hands, thumb trailing down between them to press at her clit. “Ahh…Colt.” Her free hand scratches down his back, leaving scratches but she’s too far gone to apologize. Loud moans and grunts fill the room. Colt laughs when his neighbor starts banging on the wall, wanting them to quiet down.

He captures her lips as her walls tighten around him, swallowing her loud cry as she orgasms again. As soon as she lets go, he does too, pulling out of her and cuming on her stomach. Colt rolls off of her, grabbing his shirt from the floor and wiping her stomach with it.

“That…was something else.” She comments, cuddling into his side. He unclasps her bra, and she allows it to fall to the bed. His thumb circles a nipple.

“I hope you’re not tired. I’m not done with you yet.” Colt insists.

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Colt is awoken a few hours later by the loud knocking at his door. He looks at his sleeping wife, stirring now as the banging continues. Colt rolls out of bed, throwing on a pair of sweatpants and going to the door. He looks out the eyehole, and sees what looks like a cop outside his door.

“You think it’s my parole officer?” He calls back to Ellie, opening the door.

A fist collides with his face.

Colt clutches at his nose, his hands filling with blood. “What the fuck?!” He complains, looking at the man who just stormed into his apartment.

“You son of a bitch.” The man seethes, looking at Colt with hate.

“Dad?” Ellie calls from the bedroom when she recognizes the voice.

The man, Detective Wheeler, Colt now realizes, stalks towards the bedroom. “What is wrong with you Ellie?”

Colt locks the door and slumps onto the couch in the living room, tilting his head back to try to stem the bleeding.

“Wait, Dad,…let me get dressed first!” Ellie shouts, slamming the bedroom door just before her father can get there. Detective Wheeler glares at him anew after hearing that. Colt grimaces. This is definitely not how he wanted meeting Ellie’s father to go.

Moments later, the bedroom door opens and Ellie steps out, wearing the white dress again. “What are you doing here Dad?”

“What are you doing here Ellie?! You’re married!? To a criminal?! And you deferred college?! I know you’re technically an adult now, but you’re definitely not acting like one.” Mr. Wheeler yells.

Ellie rolls her eyes, storming past her father and into the kitchen. She grabs an icepack out of the freezer, stalking into the living room and plopping down beside her husband on the couch. She gently removes his hands from his face so she can look at it. Her father has followed her into the living room. “I think you broke his nose.” She complains, placing the ice pack to Colt’s quickly bruising face.

Detective Wheeler’s glare does not soften. “He’ll live.”

Suddenly, someone else is banging on their door. Colt sighs and opens it again, not even bothering to check who it is. He’s pretty sure he knows.

She slaps him. Hard. “What the fuck Mom!” He clutches at the red mark he’s sure is forming on his face.

“Language!” His mother admonishes, glaring at him. “That’s for marrying that poor girl. And telling me about it via text message!” She slaps him again. “And that’s for getting arrested in the first place. I told you not to come out here. I told you to stay away from your father. You never listen Colt.”

She steps around him and into the apartment. She looks around the room and seems to quickly assess what’s going on. She walks over to Detective Wheeler. “Ellie’s Dad?” She questions. He nods. “I’m Colt’s Mom, Naomi Inoue. I’m sorry about all this. I promise you I raised him better than this.” She turns to glare at her son.

“Kyle Wheeler. And I thought I raised Ellie better than this too.” Mr. Wheeler replies.  

“Colt isn’t a bad kid. I think he was just trying to impress his father. But now, I assume he’ll be trying to impress his wife so hopefully that will keep him on the straight and narrow.”

Mr. Wheeler’s fist clench at the ‘wife’ comment, in disbelief that his sweet little Ellie is now this punk’s wife.

“Mom, that reminds me.” Colt leaves the living room, retrieving the manila folder from the kitchen table. “I emptied Dad’s safety deposit box. I want to pay you back for the bail.” He meets his Mom’s dark brown eyes. “Thank you, for doing that for me.”

“I don’t want the bail money back Colt. I want you to not run, to do what you’re supposed to do. Be the man I know you can be. Then I’ll get the bail back from the courts.”

“Not all of it. They keep a certain percentage. I want to give you enough to make you whole in all this since the criminal justice system is all a big scam.” Colt catches Detective Wheeler’s offended look. “No offense.” He adds.

Naomi accepts the money Colt is offering. Then, she grips Colt’s chin, checking on his nose. She’s a nurse, so she can tell it isn’t actually broken. “You probably deserved that.” She comments.

Colt looks over at Ellie, who is sitting on the couch as her father speaks to her in angry whispers. She meets his gaze with a sad smile. “She’s worth it.”

Naomi claps her hands once, getting everyone’s attention. “Well, now that we’re all family I think we all have a lot to talk about. Colt, put on some coffee.”

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[daviiddobriik]

missing you : David Dobrik fluff

Me and David have broken up 4 Months ago, These past 4 months have been agonising without my shoulder to cry on and no body to laugh with. I see David Vlogging and having a laugh with his friends, everyone is doing something dumb to make it into the weeks vlog. Id sometimes go to his house if there was a party being thrown, id go with natalie, who is David’s assistant. Shed invite me to the parties and then ditch me leaving me with either a Shitfaced Zayn or alone drinking on the sofa. I’d sometimes feel david’s gaze on me, at first I felt uneasy but slowly began glancing at him sometimes catching him stare. He looked sad, which made my heart shatter, i couldn’t deny that i missed him and just being around him hurt like a bitch. One day Erin had asked me to go Gambling, I said “Is David going to be there?” ... there was a short silence before Erin replied, “uh Yes he is, listen it’s too late to back out now we’ve already paid for our plane tickets. Trust me, it’ll be fine you won’t even notice him!” I knew it’d be uncomfortable but at the same time i really wanted to see him and maybe get the off chance of talking to my ex boyfriend, David Dobrik. An hour or so later else get onto our flight and a mixture of emotions poured in, i was extremely excited to the point i felt like i was going to throw up, i just wanted to jump in my seat, and the other half was dread, i was dreading to see him because what if he’s with a girl? what if-“ My thoughts had come to a halt when i heart Erin whisper yelling my name, “Y/N! Y/N!! hello? can you hear me in there?” I look to my side to find a confused Erin looking right at me, “oh uhuh? what do you need?” I asked, she sighs and says “please stop worrying about tonight, just sit back and relax, you’ll be fine.” Erin then nudged my shoulder a little as a way of reassuring me everything is going to be okay.

We get to Vegas and start heading to where everyone was heading. we get there and as soon as I walk into the door I feel a strong gaze on me, i dart my eyes around the room to see david, he suprisingly walks up to me and Erin leaving his friend group, my legs felt like jelly, this was hopefully going to be our first proper interaction in months, he comes up to us and says, “Hey.., Y/N you look.. nice..” I couldn’t form a sentence, all that was there was the awkward air between us, I eventually managed to say, “thank you?..” he then says, “Listen, I really need to talk to you.” I was so nervous, I really wanted it to be about something I had been thinking about literally a week after I ending things. I regret breaking up with David, I cut things off because we were distancing a whole lot which held a HUGE impact on our relationship, we would always be together joking around about some dumb shit and ideas for his vlogs, And one day we just stopped talking until the day i cut things off, the day we broke up was a really really tough day for the both of us, David couldn’t Fathom the fact that it was over just like that. David grabbed my arm gently and pulled me outside, I signalled to Erin that i’m fine and ill be back. Once we got out of the Casino David just stared at me, like i was an angel or something, or the way you look at someone whom you can’t have or you miss, I got nervous and my palms started to sweat, David decided to break the awkward tension by saying, “Listen Y/N, I don’t know if you feel the same way but I really miss you and i’m willing to start this again and make sure we don’t distance again, I was just super busy those last couple months of our relationship, and when you broke up with me i felt as if my whole world was slipping away, i couldn’t believe that you broke up with me, fuck, what I’m trying to say is that i fucking miss you and I want to marry you, have a kid together and live without a fucking care in the world.” I stood there with my jaw glued to the ground, I felt my hands shake, from the cold and from David’s words, I felt guilty I mean who wouldn’t? I tore his heart into pieces without a second thought to it. all i managed to say was, “David.. baby. I’m so, so, SO sorry for breaking up with you, i should’ve had that stronger mindset of “we’ll get through this, we will be fine” but no i was so selfish and didn’t even think” All david did was grab me by the waist and bury his face into my neck, smelling me, feeling me and finally touching me for the first time in months, After a short while david said “will you be mine again Y/N?” i took a sharp breath as i ran my fingers through his dark brown hair and said “Without a doubt, yes, Yes i will David.” I could feel the young man smile into my neck, he then looked at me and said “I’ve missed you so much” And then kissed me, i obviously kissed him back, and then one thing led to another and we found ourselves in the back of his tesla, we did what we did, we had no regrets. We eventually went back to the Casino, with all eyes on us, the vlog squad shooting me and David a confused look as david had his arms over my shoulder. Erin shot me a smile as me and david did our own thing.

#daviddobrikfludd #daviddobrik

[dateagirlwhosweird]

Date a girl who whispers from the shadow. Date a girl who stands amidst the thick smoke of riots in the street but disappears a moment later. Date a girl that watches and waits in your peripheral vision. Date a girl who never moves unless you blink. Date a girl who is an amalgamation of multiple bodies with constantly blinking eyes and screaming mouths. Date a girl who needs to be suspended in a block of lead to keep her from escaping. Date a girl who was part of a Sex Cult and that her child will unleash the death of mankind and the universe the day of its birth on 1/03/14. Date a girl, who is literally white noise, you can only see vague movements of her on the TV. Date a girl who actively SCREAMS to minimize the noise of the outside world. Date a girl who whispers sweet apocalyptic predictions in your ear. Date a girl who hikes… Hikes very large mounds of human flesh from a mighty battle that hasn’t ended and still goes on. 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[thetiredbiwrites]

It’s You (Liam)

One Shot Liam request from my Quotev

Liam and Hayden together, Liam starts liking Y/N so breaks up with Hayden and asks her out and she doesn’t say yes right away. Y/N and Hayden hate each other for another reason. Theresa (mum), Lynette (Step-mum), Seth and Maya (Step brother and sister), Robert (brother). Medium dark brown curly hair with blonde tips, glasses, dimples, tan, brown eyes. 10th grade and likes Liam. Is shy at first, loud, funny, sarcastic, smart, stubborn, keeps problems to self, thinks negatively 

Sorry it’s ridiculously long! I need to work on cutting down my writing. This is also my first Liam one so let me know what you think ;)

http://www.polyvore.com/untitled_609/set?id=222445576

Shifting my stack of books into my other arm and pushing my glasses back up, I unlocked my locker and threw my books in, sighing at the relief from their weight. Pushing my glasses back up, I glanced down the corridor to see Liam and Hayden wrapped around each other, tongues down each other’s throats as usual. Scrunching up my nose in disgust, I walked past them to my class. I’ve never liked their relationship because I’ve never liked Hayden. Liam deserves so much more than her. To be honest, he’s deserves better than me. I’ll give Hayden one thing, she’s prettier. But she is such a bitch, literally now that she’s a werewolf. Which is another thing that doesn’t make me good enough for Liam: he’s a werewolf and I’m a human. He should be with another werewolf that can protect themselves. I’d just become a burden. But just because Hayden’s pretty and a werewolf does not make her good for him. She has an awful personality and enjoys kicking people when they’re down. As I walked past them I didn’t notice Liam pull away from the kiss and watch me.

Liam’s POV: I pulled back from Hayden when I smelt her perfume as she passed us. Her being a perfect angel with those adorable dimples I just want to poke, and brown eyes I could look into for hours, and her curly hair that shines in the sun and is so soft I just want to always play with. Oh, and her laugh. That laugh! So contagious and beautiful. I remember the first day I got her to properly laugh. She had been so quiet and shy around me and I finally found a way in and she opened up and became my friend. But more recently I’ve felt differently. I miss her when she isn’t there, I look for her first at lunch or pack meets and if I need help with homework I’ll go to her first, and not just because she’s really smart, but because afterwards we always watch a movie, that she choices because she’s so stubborn (I secretly love that about her too but don’t let her know), and we eat junk food and laugh.

I was pulled away from my thoughts of Y/N when a low growl met my ears. I turned to the source, which was my rather angry looking girlfriend. The main thing holding me back from Y/N was Hayden. I love her too…well, loved. Or thought I did anyway. The more I fell for Y/N and spent time with her I realised I didn’t actually love Hayden. Hayden isn’t as funny or caring or beautiful as Y/N. Don’t get me wrong, she’s pretty, but Y/N is a whole other level. Hayden appeared sweet and caring at first, after she joined the supernatural. But she’s still that same girl that punched me and was petty from before.

“What the hell?! Are you looking at her, again?! Why are you so obsessed with her?! She’s a bitch. I’M your girlfriend” Hayden burst, but somehow at a reasonable level as to not attract the attention of the other students. “Maybe I don’t want you to be my girlfriend anymore” I admitted, finally sick of her attitude. “What?!” “You heard me. And she is not a bitch. You are. What the hell did she do to you anyway?” I argued back, standing my ground. She doesn’t get to push me around anymore. “seriously?! She hit me, broke my Barbie and stole my best friend!” I rose an eyebrow, questioningly. “We were 8” she clarifies. “What did you do? Specifically, what did you do first?” Even if they were 8, it doesn’t sound like Y/N to turn on someone for no reason. “Are you kidding? Nothing!” I laughed, shaking my head and looking down. “You don’t believe me. Fine. You don’t want me to be your girlfriend anymore, then I’m not. We’re done” She told me, sternly, probably hoping I’d beg her to stay. “oh, thank God. See you at the pack meet” I walked passed her, hitting her shoulder as I did so, and headed to class.

Y/N POV

Heading to my car at the end of the day, I tried to think of ways to get out of the pack meet tonight. I know Hayden hates me, but today she looked like she was going to kill me. She easily could, and if looks could kill, even if I was a cat, I’d be dead. Lunch was uncomfortable enough, I don’t want to go through a pack meet as well. Just as I made it to my car, I heard someone call my name. I turned around, coming face to face with an out of breath Liam. He leant on his knees, catching his breath, before standing straight. “I need to talk to you. Hayden and I broke up this morning.” I couldn’t hide the shock as my eyes widened, “oh, I’m… I’m sorry. What happened?” I tried to sound as sincere as possible but I wasn’t sorry at all. She was no good for him. It has nothing to do with my feelings for him, whatever they are. Ok that’s a lie, it does, a little. “Well…um…” he stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Bec-because of you” he mumbled but I caught it. “wha-what? Me?! Why me, what did I do?!” I was so confused. “You didn’t do anything. Look…I-I uh…I like you and want to go out with you and you were right about Hayden, she’s a bitch.” He rushed out and left me shocked. He likes me! That’s not possible. It can’t be. At least he knows Hayden’s a bitch. Wait. Hayden. I can’t date Liam, Hayden will kill me! She might kill me anyway, I can’t risk her throwing a bitch fit and ripping me to shreds. “I-uh-ah-I-wha-how-No.” Liam looked hurt and confused and making me feel guilty, “no? What do you mean no?” “I mean, I can’t date you. I just can’t. I’m sorry” I didn’t give him a chance to respond as I got in my car and drove away.

I silently picked up Seth and Maya, my step-siblings, from middle school and drove home. “What’s wrong with you?” “You look awful” they commented. “Nothing. I’m fine. Nothing to do with you” they stopped asking, eventually, and started conversation between themselves. I dragged myself into the house as Seth and Maya fell over each other to get to the TV first, only to find my brother Robert there first, “haha butt-heads, better luck next time!” He laughed, feet on the coffee table and eyes on the screen. They pouted and sulked into the kitchen to raid the cupboards, per usual. I sighed, throwing my bag on the chair before collapsing next to my brother and resting my head on his shoulder.

Robert and I are close siblings, always have been. He’s how I found out about the supernatural, considering he’s good friends with Scott and Stiles. Robert’s also a werewolf, bitten shortly after Scott by Peter. We’ve never kept anything from each other and he didn’t keep that from me either. He didn’t want me to become part of the pack and get involved, but it happened anyway. I couldn’t just sit back and watch as people die and my brother and friends were in the middle.

“What’s up, little sis?” he asked, kissing my head, still watching TV. “Boy trouble” I muttered, keeping it simple as I don’t want to talk about it. He paused the TV and looked at me, making me sit up as well, “boy trouble, huh? My little sister actually has natural, normal problems? Shocker. Tell me all.” He teased. “not entirely normal when said boy is a werewolf with a bitchy ex-chimera, current werewolf, raised from the dead ex-girlfriend who’d kill me the first chance she got” I muttered. “Liam?! They broke up? Why? When? How?” He questioned, with shock. Robert knew all about my growing crush on Liam before I did. “yeah, they broke up. This morning. He just said that she was a bitch and I was right about her” I decided to keep the other part to myself considering I still don’t understand it myself. Robert looked at me with an expression that said he knew that wasn’t everything, but the front door opened before he could say anything.

“Mum! Tell Seth the last cheese and onion bag is mine!” The second our Mum’s stepped through the door, Seth and Maya came racing through the house fighting over a bag of crisps. “ok, ok, ok, stop” Lynette, my step-mum, split them apart as my Mum closed the door laughing. Lynette guided them to the kitchen to settle their daily snack argument while my Mum came over to Robert and I, “this looks like a deep talk situation. What’s going on?” She asked, collapsing onto the chair, after moving my bag to the floor, and taking her shoes off. “Y/N has boy trouble. I was just about to ask her what else happened because she’s hiding something” Robert told, excluding the Liam part. “ooh, do tell Y/N. Is it Liam?” She knows?! I always thought Robert was the only one to know. Robert and Mum laughed at my shocked expression, “you’re my daughter, and you’re not that subtle. Tell us” I sighed, maybe telling them everything means they can help me. “Fine. As I told Robert, Hayden and Liam broke up this morning. After school Liam told me and then he-um…he said it was because of me.” They looked shocked but still smirked, knowing where this was going already. “He said he liked me and wanted to date me”. Mum smiled wide but Robert looked confused, “wait, you said ‘boy trouble’. How is your crush asking you out trouble? What are we missing?” “Well, because, I-uh, I said no. Then left.” Mum and Robert looked at each other and then back to me before asking, “why?” at the same time. “Because! Because he has a crazy ex who wants to kill me, and probably could, he’s a werewolf, I’m not, I’d be even more a burden than I am already, and-he doesn’t really like me. But mostly the killer crazy ex with fangs and claws who already hates me.” I admitted, looking away from them. “You think you’re a burden because you’re human?” Robert questioned and I shrugged in reply. He put an arm round my shoulders, “oh, sis. You’re not a burden. No more than Stiles. Without you humans, we would probably be dead. You humans keep us human and are usually the smart ones that figure it out and save our butts.” He kissed the side of my head as my Mum took my hand, “and you think Liam doesn’t really like you? Well he does. I can tell. He watches you when you don’t notice, the way he looks at you and smiles when you laugh-“ “how fiercely he protects you in supernatural crap” Robert interrupted. “He likes you, and it was about time he did something about it” “Besides, Hayden knows I’d rip her apart if she touched you. You’ve been here longer and you’re family to the others, Scott and Stiles wouldn’t take that crap from her either. So, tonight, after the meet, talk to Liam.” I was right, talking to them helped. I’m going to tell Liam.

We got to Scott’s house before the others, barring Stiles, and as Stiles and I got drinks and chatted, Robert had told Scott to watch Hayden as she was in an angry place and as her alpha, he has most control over her not ripping my throat out. He knows of mine and Hayden’s past rivalry so assumed it was just that again, maybe in connection with her break up, and agreed. As much as I want to move past it, Hayden knows how to hold a grudge.

Slowly everyone else joined and the meet started. I sat with Robert as far from Hayden as I could. She kept an angry glare on me the entire time and looked like smoke might start shooting out her nose and ears. It made me really uncomfortable and I slightly sunk into Robert, who’s arm was round me, and tried to focus on Scott speaking. Liam didn’t look at me at all, he still looked hurt and I just wanted the meet to end so I could talk to him. Plus, I needed to get out of Hayden’s laser eyes. Fortunately, the supernatural conversation ended quickly considering it was relatively quiet, for a change. Unfortunately, everyone decided on pizza and a movie. Whenever it’s quiet, the pack likes to just hang out and be normal teenagers. Hayden continued to angrily sulk on her spot of the sofa as everyone broke into smaller conversations while waiting for pizza to arrive. Not being able to stand her glare anymore, I excused myself from Lydia and Malia’s conversation and went to the kitchen for a drink.

Liam was still avoiding me, sticking to talking to Mason and Corey. I leaned on the counter, letting out a sigh, as I tried to figure out what I was going to do about Liam and Hayden. I needed to tell him but I don’t want to die at her hands. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, rolling my neck to work out some cricks from how I had been sitting. I didn’t notice Hayden come in until I heard her growl. Suddenly opening my eyes, I turned to her furious expression before glancing down to see claws then back up to see her eyes flash. Well shit. “Hayden-“ she growled again and jumped at me. Luckily, after 2 years, I had learnt somethings and managed to grab her arms before she clawed my eyes out but we fell backwards, her on top still trying to claw at me.  “Robert!” Within seconds Hayden was pulled away and out back by Scott, Malia, Corey, Mason and Lydia following. Stiles and Robert came over to me as Liam awkwardly stood in the doorway, unsure of where to go and what to do.

Robert sat me up, holding me from behind and holding up my arms which were covered in little scratches. Except for my right arm which had a couple larger cuts down the side. Stiles went to get the first aid kit, cleaned it up and bandaged it. Robert’s known Scott and Stiles for 10 years. Meaning I’ve known them 10 years and they’re like other brothers to me. Especially Stiles. It’s a wonder Robert and Scott haven’t killed us from all our sarcasm, puns and Star Wars references. “Are you ok?” Stiles asked with concern, before glancing at the door as a growl came from the garden. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Go help Scott” he kissed the side of my head and left. I sighed out and fell back into Robert’s arms a bit more. “Sure you’re ok?” He asked. “Yeah, Robert, I’m sure. She just, caught me by surprise. Besides, not the first werewolf scratch I’ve had. I’ll live.” He let out a laugh and helped me up, kissing my forehead. More growls came from outside and Robert’s expression changed, “I’ll kill her.” I made him look at me, “no, you won’t. You don’t do that.” He sighed, “Can’t I at hurt her just a little? Scare the crap out of her? I’ve never liked her. She’s been hurting you for years and now she can do some real damage” he admitted. “True. But you’re better than her, Robert. Don’t attack her.” He sighed and hugged me before yet more growls and a roar echoed. “I better help them, she’s really pissed if even Scott can’t calm her”. I looked away, guilty, “sorry, it’s my fault.” We slightly jumped when Liam spoke up, having forgotten he was there, “no it’s not, Y/N, it’s mine.” Robert looked at me, questioningly and I nodded that it was ok, so he went out back to help Scott.

Liam cautiously walked over to me, but still didn’t look at me. “It’s my fault Hayden’s like this, not yours. I’m sorry. I’m also sorry about after school, I shouldn’t have said anything.” I lifted his chin up to make him look at me, “don’t be. It’s not your fault, at least not entirely. I said no because of Hayden not because I don’t like you. I’m kind of scared of Hayden, I mean she was a bitch to me before but now she has claws and fangs and one hell of a temper. I also didn’t believe that you actually like me but Mum said she sees it when we’re together and so does Robert and then you looked so hurt tonight but I still don’t understand and- What I’m trying to say is that I like you too and I want to date you too and I have done for a while” I burst out quickly before looking away. This time, Liam made me look at him before crashing his lips onto mine. I hesitated but eventually kissed back. Slowly we pulled away, “I will not let Hayden touch you again. I don’t think anyone will. And of course, I like you! What’s not to like? You’re beautiful, funny, sarcastic, stubborn. You like playing video games and are incredibly smart. Honestly, I could go on all night.” He smiled at me and I smiled back before we kissed again before falling into a hug. “Does that mean you’ll be taking me on a date then?” “Oh definitely. I just want to know one thing, what the hell happened between you and Hayden? It’s none of my business but it’s driving me mad”. I laughed and looked up at him, “when we were 8 she kept pushing this one girl about and making her do things she didn’t want to and yelling at her. But claimed she was her best friend. I found the girl crying one day so I went up to Hayden, stole her Barbie, pulled its head off, which angered her. Hayden tried to hit me but I pushed her off and punched her arm. I then walked away with the girl. My Mum was called and I was grounded for like a week, but it was worth it”.

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Behind the Scenes - Zen Fanfic - Final Chapter

Title: Behind the Scenes Game: Mystic Messenger Characters: Zen X MC, 707, Yoosung, Echo Girl Rating: Mature, it has a little smut in chapter 7 and swearing Description: For self insert month I have written a multichapter fanfic about Zen meeting me at a theatre and how we fall in love. Can we get over the issue of the possibility of a long distance relationship? Maybe it’s Echo Girl who’s our true obstacle ;) Chapters: 1,2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Final chapter guys, thanks for giving such lovely feedback for this self insert! Enjoy!

Tagging the usual lovelies @hifftn @obiwanmcprobie @nitelotus @tygerlander and @basically-lol

Zen has entered the chatroom.

Zen: Seven? You here?

707 has entered the chatroom.

707: I am now, what’s up?

Zen: I need a favour, remember Heather?

707: I couldn’t forget her even if I wanted to, what’s happened?

 Heather’s POV

That evening felt longer than it needed to. Almost as soon as I had sat down on the sofa, my phone rang, a little louder than I remember setting it. I didn’t even need to look at the caller ID, I knew it was work back at home.

“Hello?” I asked.

“Heather? Hi, it’s Kat” she said, thankfully not sounding too upset.

“Hi Kat, how are you?” I asked.

“Could be better, what’s happened over there? We got a phone call from one of the managers saying all these things, negative things, accusing you of whispering them” she said.

A good boss to the end Kat was. She was a little angel.

“I honestly have no idea, I was literally just about to start my shift this evening, when the manager called me into the office, that’s what she said I had said those things, but I didn’t Kat, I assure you!” I defended myself.

“Oh don’t worry, we know you wouldn’t say those things, but we weren’t really able to fix the hurt the rumours that have been spread, all they told us was some woman called Echo Girl is the accuser” Kat explained calmly “All I know of her is that she’s a high profile actor, and you know people believe actors over Front of House staff”

“Yeah, I’m sorry this has happened” I apologised.

“Nah, don’t worry about it, their loss eh?” she said.

I could tell she was upset and disappointed this hadn’t worked out, you and me both Kat.

“So, should I just approach the other theatre?” I asked.

“…about that, this isn’t about your performance! Not in the slightest! But we think you should just come back to England and we’ll regroup”

“Let me guess, the rumour has spread to the other theatre?” I asked.

“Sadly yes”

“Then ok, I’ll pack and find a flight for the day after tomorrow, sound good?”

It saddened me greatly that this had all happened, and so fast. Problem was, there was nothing I could do. Some battles I couldn’t fight, and this one I certainly couldn’t. For one thing, if they wanted to believe an actress over me, fine, like Kat had said, it was their loss.

The only thing that was breaking my heart was Zen. How on earth would I tell him that I was leaving already? Our relationship was short lived.

Once Kat had hung up on me, I was about to text Zen when my phone pinged at me. Zen had beaten me to the punch.

‘Don’t worry, I’m going sort this out! X’

Was all the text read. I did reply asking what he was on about, but I got no reply. I even tried calling him, at least to tell him about me leaving but he didn’t answer.

Throughout the entire evening and next day I kept trying to call him with no answer, and since my flight was getting closer and closer I ended up leaving a message.

“Hey Zen…erm, look something happened at work, not sure if you had heard but I won’t be working there anymore due to rumours and such, anyway, my work back at home asked me to fly back tomorrow morning and I’d like to see you before I fly, call me? Please? My flight leaves at 9am, hopefully I’ll see you before then…erm…yeah, take care”

I hung up and placed my phone on my coffee table. What the hell was he doing? I didn’t want to fly back to England without speaking to him. I checked the clock and sighed when I saw how early it was, it felt so much later. I couldn’t go to bed yet, even if I had to be up for my flight the next day, and I kinda wanted to give Zen some time to call before I slept. Long flights sucked, but at least it was going from west to east, it was easier to get over jetlag that way. I was thinking about Jetlag? Wow I lead a sad life.

I dragged myself to the kitchen and made myself some tea when my phone went off. Expecting it to be Zen I almost leapt at it to answer.

“Zen?” I asked.

“Nope, agent 707 here, sorry to disappoint” Seven chuckled and I sighed heavily.

“What’s up?” I asked, remembering I did give him my number.

“Zen told me to tell you something, go to the theatre” he said.

“Why?”

“He told me about you losing the contract with the place due to Echo Girl and…”

“He knew?!” I asked, had Il-sung found out and told him? Too late to ask now, he knew.

“Yeah, when he found out he asked me to help, he remembered…are you leaving the house yet?” he asked a little pushy.

I jumped to my feet and pulled my shoes on, heading out the door as I’m told.

“Yeah, yeah I’m heading over there now”

“Good, anyway, so he remembered that you told him you were keeping a dated diary on your laptop so I hacked in and send the theatre manager a copy, by the way, I’ll set up better security for you, and Zen then went to the manager himself and gave his side of the story, now since they’ve worked with Zen personally for so long they trusted him and now, well, now they feel bad and want to talk to you” Seven explained.

“They do? Seven you hacked into my laptop?!”

“Yeah and I said I’ll get you better security calm down” he laughed.

He was laughing at a time like this?

“Anyway, since Zen is busy with the performance he was unable to call you so when he heard about your flight he got me to call, and here we are, so get over there now, please”

“I’m on my way, you calm down” I said.

When I was finally parked and at stage door once again, my heart began to race. The play was still going on when I arrived and the manager came down to fetch me. Her face was full of guilt and sombreness, she obviously felt bad at what she had said to me, but I didn’t blame her. She was given information from a trusted source on her part and she was hurt, it was a natural human reaction. However, it was unprofessional to jump to conclusions like that, so I knew this meeting would take a while.

We talked, she apologised, I did too being the Brit I was, and we talked some more. Due to time zones between South Korea and back home, we were able to hold a conference phone call to discuss what happened next. I was so grateful that it was Kat on the phone on the other line, she full on defended me, reassuring me beyond belief.

After an exceedingly long meeting, reviewing notes and such, we eventually came to an agreement for me to continue working with them. Kat cancelled my flight for me and sorted out my flat. I was so relieved that I was going to continue working with these people. Sure it was going to be a little awkward at first, but I know we could make it work some-how. Just like me and Zen in a way. Zen.

As soon as the meeting was done, I almost raced out once I saw the time. The show had finished ten minutes ago and Zen would be leaving. I wanted to catch him in person rather than calling him. I ran to stage door and I kind of expected to have missed him, which I thought I had when I saw the place empty. Well, empty apart from Echo Girl. My Gosh, even just the sight of her angered me.

“So, you’re staying?” she asked, arms folded “Bet Zen will be happy”

“I can’t say for him but I know I’m happy, lies that are spread in malice always get found out Echo Girl” I said firmly, holding my ground.

“Zen deserves better” she said.

“Ok, I have one question, why? Why are you so awful towards me? I have done nothing to you, shown you nothing but kindness and you try to get me fired and ruin my reputation? Just, why?” I asked, but I stopped her from talking before she could even start “Actually…you know what? You’re so hung up on a guy that you’re becoming delusional” I smiled kindly at her “give yourself some space from guys, yeah? Learn to love yourself for who you are, I know for a fact the guy you deserve will come find you when you’re ready, but it’s not Zen, stop trying to force things that aren’t going to happen, free yourself my lovely” I said, moving past her to leave the building.

“Wait…” I heard her say “…he’s in his dressing room, he hasn’t gone yet” she said.

It warmed my heart that she was finally melting in front of me. Show someone kindness, and hopefully they will show you some too.

“Thank you” I said, hugging her before heading back inside.

I walked over the stage to reach his dressing room when I saw him walking towards me.

“Zen” I said, smiling widely.

“How did it go?” he asked, rushing over to me.

“Not good, they still believe Echo Girl so…I’m sorry but this is goodbye” I said with a straight face. Zen’s features fell, in complete shock he hugged me.

“No, no I’m not letting you go, we’ll go talk to them again, we’ll sort someth…you’re joking aren’t you?” he said, seeing the smile creep onto my face.

“Of course you knacker brain, I’m staying for my contracted months, you’re stuck with me” I chuckled, but he pulled me close to him, kissing me gently.

“Nah, you’re stuck with me”

 Epilogue

“Zen…” I said, holding the phone close to my ear.

“Oh and Jumin said he’ll get driver Kim to pick us up, I didn’t ask him to, but Mr Trustfund Kid insisted, Seven and Yoosung want to eat at that BBQ place, they said you’ll like it and man, I can’t wait for you to finally meet Jaehee, you’ll love her! She’s…”Zen ranted on his end of the phone and I couldn’t help but smile.

It had been a long 6 months, and an even longer 8 months in total. A whole 2 months without Zen by my side, but it gave me time to work things out back at home. It turns out that my company wanted my new job to be in South Korea and/or home, completely my choice, since I was going to be in charge of the relationship between the two countries. I’d spend 9 months in South Korea with the final 3 back home. That was the agreement, starting today. And here I was, making my way through baggage reclaim on the phone with Zen who was waiting in arrivals for me.

I never thought in a million years I’d be actually moving to a completely different country to work, live and love someone, it was exhilarating! And hearing Zen’s excitement over the phone encouraged me greatly that I had made the right decision.

“…there’s fish bread at my place so we’ll…” he continued and I laughed when I saw him in arrivals ranting away. He hadn’t spotted me yet and for a few seconds I stood and just watched him being an adorable dork.

“Zen…Zen, look to your left please” I cut him off.

“My left?...Oh my God, hi!” he grinned, hanging up and opening his arms to me.

New life, new love, I couldn’t wait to get started.

 Heather has entered the chat room.

Seven: Heather!

Yoosung: Hi Heather!

Jaehee: Welcome to the RFA Heather, if you have any questions just ask.

Jumin: Welcome.

Heather: Thanks guys, I’m all settled at Zen’s place and I can’t wait for the meal tomorrow night, I’ve missed you all.

Seven: Even Jumin?

Heather: Even Jumin!

Jumin: I’m not sure what you mean by that Seven but I’ll overlook it for nonkccdhjdjdhqhahwmc

……

Unknown: Welcome….hahahahahahahaaaaaa

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 My phone screen went all funny and blurry, so I showed it to Zen.

“That’s strange? Switch it off for now, we can get Seven to take a look at it tomorrow” he said, kissing my head gently.

“Yeah, okey dokey, I’m sure it’s nothing” I grinned, switching it off and taking Zen’s hand, leading him to the bedroom, we had time to make up for.

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Hotel California Ch 12, You Can Check Out Anytime you like

A/N: The hits keep coming...my wife is in the hospital and probably will be the rest of the week. This will probably be the only thing I update this week. As long as she doesn't have to have surgery, I should be able to post at least three next week to try and make up. Sorry. If I have a chance in a few days, I'll get the next chapter of this one up. It's been a heck of a few months around my house.

A/N 2: Hey, welcome back. I fear our stay at the hotel is coming to a close. I'm not for sure if the next chapter is the last or the one after that will be. This one is a little shorter, I'm dealing with some issues from the wreck I wasn't expecting but I wanted to get some things on paper heading into the home stretch.

We have a few things to clean up, take care of, *ahem*, tuck in. I'd like to warn you I use some language in this one I never have, but frankly, when I got there, I knew of nothing else to say but what was said.

Welcome to Hotel California Ch 12, You Can Check Out Anytime You Want

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, and admit it, you kinda like the 50s slang thing that made it's way into this fic(it was not pre-planned, I swear)

He was snapping the cufflinks on his coat. He hated wearing this tux, but it was for the hotel, it was for work, and it did make Sarah very happy, and that's all he was really worried about. She walked out of the bathroom and he turned toward her, fighting to keep his mouth off of the ground. She was wearing a black strapless dress. She was stunning, absolutely stunning.

"Wow," she said softly. "Aren't you the cat's pajamas?"

"Going for your own thing there, Missy?" she grinned at him and began to straighten his already straight suit. "You do know that I know everything on me is wrinkle-free?"

"Mmmhmm, I do my best," she hummed.

Chuck blushed. "So you're just touching me because you want to?" She gave him a look of pure innocence. "I just want everything to be straight, Chuck."

"Woman," he said low, his eyes darkening. She smirked.

"Bartowski, you used to be this easy-going guy but you've become a little more," she cut off with a gasp as he grabbed her gently and pulled her toward him, "handsy," she said breathlessly.

"Well," he said his breath hot on her lips millimeters from his. "I apologize."

"Oh, don't." Her grin was huge. "So, I can't believe I'm about to do this, but we need to talk."

"Oh, you're being the cube."

"I need you to not do that right now."

"You do know I don't deliberately do that, it's just being around you makes my brain go mushy."

"Same, except it's other parts of my body," She replied. Chuck reddened more. "You're too easy." Chuck shrugged. Sarah threw back her head and laughed. She let go of him and tried to fan her face and not laugh too hard; she'd start crying and ruin her makeup. When she got control of herself, Chuck stepped in front of her, looking nervous, a box in his hand. She gave him a questioning look.

"So, this has been the weirdest month, and frankly the last two weeks have been crazy and amazing. I am in love with you. I didn't think that was possible, but it is, even if it shouldn't be." He took a deep breath and grinned at her amused smile. "I got you something for Christmas but I was too scared to give it to you because I thought it was too much, but then….whew!….then you gave me the key, and I got overwhelmed."

A worried look crossed her face. "Are we going too fast?" Chuck's head was shaking no almost as soon as she started talking.

"No, Sarah, no. My emotions...feelings so deep, so fast...I just wasn't prepared for everything, and then Bryce showed up-"

"You knew?!"

Chuck grinned at her. "The ole go to their window, be drunk, and tell them how great we could be together, typical Stanford move." Sarah rolled her eyes, HARD. "But I was scared. I want you to have something. It's my family's." He held the box out to her. She opened it and saw it was a bracelet.

"Chuck," her eyes shone up at him. "Is this your mom's?"

He swallowed and nodded. He looked into her eyes, the pooling tears. "Yeah, it's my Mom's charm bracelet."

Sarah held her wrist out. Ever-so-softly, she pleaded, "Please, put it on me."

"Sarah, it doesn't go with that dress, it's not fancy enough."

"Well, it's the fanciest dress I have." Chuck started to speak and she shook her head. "Chuck Bartowski I will wear this charm bracelet where I damn well please and I damn well please to wear it right now." Her voice softened again. "It goes perfectly with my heart."

Chuck blinked and swallowed hard, trying to find his voice."Yes, ma'am." Chuck put the bracelet on her wrist. He stepped back as she turned it from one side to the other in wonder. "I hope you like it."

"I do!" She stepped forward and kissed him on the lips. The kiss told him she really did.

"Now, don't flip your wig." He stopped and rolled his eyes at himself. HARD.

She breathed out a sigh."Trying to seduce me, Bartowski? That's some fancy lingo. Some...cunning lingo. Almost a tongue-twister. You're working awfully hard."

"Well, I would, but we're late. And I can't help it, I'm just a silver-tongued devil." She grabbed his hand and was dragging him down the stairs. "Hey, I thought we needed to talk."

"Later!"

-ooooo-

It had been a long evening of mingling and doing the social thing. Sarah wasn't a social butterfly, but each time she had to talk to someone, there was Chuck to help her, be her backup, and sometimes, in relief, she just turned things over to him. He was amazing. He took care of her, protected her, and as she looked down at the bracelet she knew that talk she mentioned earlier had to happen. There was no getting away from it.

"Hey," she heard behind her. She spun and Chuck was there holding two champagne flutes. "Wanna sneak outside away from all of this for the countdown?"

"Chuck, no one is allowed out there." She was trying to sound like she was admonishing him, but the grin on her face told him otherwise.

He was grinning at her and she knew she was missing something. He handed her a flute that then he reached into his pocket to pull out his cellphone. "It's locked by a computer program." He was waggling his cellphone and she couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Come on, please."

"Bartowski," she replied a little breathlessly. "Don't you know by now I'd go anywhere with you?" The smile on his face could have lit up all of Los Angeles. She followed him to a door marked "Employees Only" and they entered it. They were giggling like teenagers. As he used his phone to unlock the door, Sarah realized how perfect this was. This night, this past week, this minute, and they all had one thing in common, Chuck Bartowski. He perfected them all.

They stepped out into the clear night sky, alone. Sarah knew it was time. She looked out over the city and then turned to him. "I need to stay some stuff and I need you not to freak out."

He gave her a smile that started small but grew until it made his nose crinkle. "That's kinda my thing."

She tried to give him flat look but it was pointless. "Move in with me."

Chuck looked confused. "Uh, you gave me a key less than a week ago, did you forget?"

She gave him and amused smile and tilted her head. "No, I didn't. I didn't forget at all." She saw Chuck's lip twitch. "You…" she slapped him on the shoulder. "You knew exactly what I meant!"

"Mayyyybbbee." She narrowed her eyes and he held his hands up. "I was trying to think of something to say so I didn't blow my cool by being all, OH, HELL, YEAH!" She began to smile. "Huh, may have blown it anyway."

She grinned salaciously. "Chuck, let's be real, if you were gonna run me off it would have been weeks ago."

"I thought I did."

Well, that sobered things up. She looked out over the city and then back at him. "Chuck, you made me feel things, you scared me. So I acted…"

"Crazy? Insane. Goofy as a pet coon."

She blinked a few times. "Do you know anyone with a pet coon?"

"No, but I'm sure it wouldn't take a lot of looking. This is LA." She threw her head back and laughed. "You want me to live with you, as a couple, together, all the time?"

"Yeah. That is exactly what I want."

"You know Ellie's going to explode, right?"

"I have super-duty ear plugs for both of us." They heard the New Year countdown begin.

"I love you, Sarah Walker. Yes, always yes."

"I love you, Chuck Bartowski." As the countdown reached zero the two kissed and realized that this year was going to be them, together. Theirs. The Year of Chuck and Sarah.

-ooooo-

It was four weeks later when the fairytale crashed….literally.

Everything had been great between Chuck and Sarah. Ellie and Devon had come over a few times for dinner. Ellie and Sarah were becoming extremely close, and Ellie was on the verge of exploding every time she saw the two of them together. On that last morning of January, Sarah had a doctor's appointment, so they took separate vehicles to work rather than riding together as usual.

It was getting later in the day, and Chuck had been busy helping Skip corral a new virus. They were in out in front of it, it was just going to take time. Skip had it under control and Chuck was scouring the system for anything they might have missed. It was over an hour later than when Sarah thought she'd return, but that was not that unusual, doctor's appointments, traffic, it could be another hour. That was when Chuck's phone rang.

"Hey Ellie," he answered seeing the ID.

"Chuck." Her tone…Chuck sat up straight in his chair. "Chuck, Sarah's has been in a car accident."

"WHAT?!"

"She's okay, but she's got some busted up ribs, and she might have issues with her hip."

"Okay, I'm on my way." He hung up, told Skip where he was going, when he crashed into Bryce coming downstairs.

"Hey, Chuckster, where's the fire?"

"Bryce, Sarah's been in a car wreck."

Bryce nodded like he had told him the weather. "That's terrible. When you see her tonight, you tell her that I said I hope she's better."

"Dude, I'm going now. That is my girlfriend, the woman I love, live with, in the hospital. I have to go see her, now." He began to walk past, when Bryce grabbed his arm. Chuck paused and looked down at Bryce's hand. "Bryce, I don't have time for your games."

"You're not going anywhere, you have a virus to take care of and you're the head of IT."

"Bryce, I'm going to the hospital now."

He started toward the steps when Bryce's voice shot out. "You leave, you're fired."

Chuck stopped and Bryce smiled. Checkmate, Bryce thought. What Bryce didn't realize was Chuck had reached the limit. Stealing the project at Stanford, getting him kicked out of Stanford, sleeping with Jill, the no-dating rule, and just Bryce being Bryce Larkin. Chuck turned toward him and looked him square in the eye.

"Fuck off, Bryce." Bryce's eyes went wide as Chuck rushed out of the room. Bryce never noticed Skip recording the entire encounter.

-ooooo-

Ellie was doing her best to keep her brother calm but Chuck Bartowski worried about Sarah Walker sent Chuck into a place she had never seen. "She's asleep, will you calm down? She's going to be fine, she's just banged up."

He ran his hand through his hair and stared at her, asleep. He hoped that's all it was. What if she had lost her memory and didn't know who he was? "Sis, are you sure, is there something you're not telling me?"

Sarah had heard their conversation for a few minutes. She loved her Chuck, she really did, and she knew when they started this his concern for her was going to be a bit much, but this was ridiculous….and a lot adorable. She felt her fingers laced through his. His palms sweaty from nerves. He was worried about her, she knew, and she had to do something or he was going to freak out all over the place.

"What she isn't telling you," she croaked. She had been dozing the last little bit from the pain medicine. "Is I can't wear the lacy gauzy things for a while because my leg and hip hurts. But don't you worry, cowboy, I'll be able to soon."

He kissed her hand, wrapped around his. "I don't care if you ever wear them again. Do you understand?"

Uh oh. She opened her eyes and looked into those brown pools of life. They were full of fear, worry, and intense love. It was almost too much, being loved like that. Almost, but not. She loved him the same way, she knew..

"Hey, I'm fine. I don't think the car is gonna make it."

Chuck gave her a flat look. "I could care less."

She smirked at him. "Of course, because it's my car."

"You can have mine." There was no hesitation in his voice. She gave him an amused smile.

"Like he needs it now," she heard Ellie mumble. Chuck gave her a look. Ellie rolled her eyes and started out of the room. "If he gets to be too much tell me, and I'll have him sedated."

"Ellie, if you don't mind, I'm keeping him." Ellie started to say something and Sarah grinned. "I've made up my mind." Ellie laughed and left. Sarah turned to Chuck.

"Mind carpooling with me for a while?" Chuck squeezed her hand. "In fact I'll even let you drive."

"But once your medically cleared, no more, right?" he asked with a grin. Sarah shrugged. "Whatever you need." Sarah nodded. She saw something past him, out in the hall. She watched but never betrayed herself with facial expressions.

"What I need is for you to go get something to eat, because I know you, Chuck." He nodded.

"Can I bring you anything?"

"No, unless you can get Morgan to smuggle me a pizza in here. Hey, lighten up. I'm okay. Hip is just sore, nothing broken." She winked at him. "It will be good as new quick."

"Sarah, you take as long as-"

"Bartowski, I said it will be good as new quick and I meant it will be good as new quick. Now go get something to eat. I can't have you passing out from lack of nutrients when I get up and limber." Chuck fled.

-ooooo-

Chuck reentered Sarah's room a little while later, something tickled his nose….a perfume he knew. It wasn't Sarah's it wasn't Ellie's but it was someone he knew. He just couldn't place it. He quickly pushed those thoughts out of his mind when he saw her. She was sitting up, watching TV, when he came in. She gave him a welcome-smirk.

"So, Chuck? What the hell did that exchange with Ellie mean? Anything happen at work today I should know about?" Chuck shifted in his seat, her eyes boring into him. "Chuck, for our relationship to work, we have to be honest, we have to tell the truth, otherwise…"

That pause sounded ominous. "Otherwise, what?"

"You know all those lacy, gauzy, thingys?" Chuck nodded, his mind drifting in the land of Sarah and lace and gauze and...

"Sarah, I'm not sure we should be having this conversation, you know, in your condition, and also my sister is nearby and could drop in at anytime."

"Chuck." She said softly, but intensely. He nodded. "I'll keep wearing them, but never take them off or let them be taken off, except to shower, and only by myself, with no one else around." Chuck gulped. "Do you understand how serious I am? How miserable you will be?" She paused. "How miserable I will be?" He nodded. "Chuck, no secrets, no lies."

"I told Bryce off." Sarah raised an eyebrow. She picked up her cellphone and played the video for him. "I like how his mouth drops at the end." She laughed carefully, trying not to hurt her ribs.

"Zondra and Carina both have talked to me, in fact you just missed Carina."

"Ah-ha! You had help." Sarah gave him a flat look. "And you never should have heard it from them, you should have heard it from me." She grinned and nodded.

"You're not fired, and you have a ton of sick days you're taking to help me around the house until I become more mobile." Chuck nodded. "Zondra has talked to the Larkins." Chuck sat forward in his chair. "They saw the video and were horrified. It's time to begin the Get Rid of Bryce plan, and Carina has an idea."

"One question, does it involve furry porn?"

Sarah threw back her head and laughed. Chuck was smiling at her, and in her heart, she knew. She knew what she had to do, and she would. Just as soon as she took care of Bryce Larkin and taught him not to mess with her man. No one was going to mess with her Chuck ever again.

A/N: Next, the take down you've been waiting for. And what other plans does Miss Sarah Walker have up her sleeve? Come on back, next time to the Finale, Ch 13, But You Can Never Leave.

"You make me crazy, you make me do these crazy things, say these crazy things. Do you think I've ever discussed dreams with anyone else?" Chuck got a goofy grin on his face. "I love that your brain reboots over me, I love that you made a joke about you making the safe word 'Chuck' to protect me, but I use it against you."

Hope you enjoyed it….Take Care…Reviews and PM are welcomed and always appreciated.

DC