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for sidelines, my upcoming blue lock fanfiction with a karasu x oc pairing Karasu Tabito and Tsukino Erina trace the edges of each otherâs worlds-he, a calculating tactician on soccer field, she, a poised dancer sculpting art through perfection. Lingering on the sidelines, unsure of their first steps, they are caught in a delicate balance where ambition collides with connection, both yearning for more yet bound by the weight of their separate dreams.
âIs there a fic concept you have that youâd like to just explain and share because youâre not sure youâll ever write it? If so, what is it?
that's a good question. i'm always hopping between whatever my muse is stuck on. *checks WIPS* lemme choose a random one. W I S H is a WIND BREAKER fanfiction with a suo x oc endgame pairing but it doesn't start off with that. my oc's name is shinohara serisa and she was in the the same orphanage as tachibana and umemiya. she clung to tachibana the most and umemiya would always stick up for serisa whenever she got into trouble, which was quite often. while he saw her as a little sister, whom he thought he could always look after, she never saw him as a brother and instead he was her first love. she eventually gets adopted by her foster family and exchanges letters with tachibana and umemiya up until she decides to return to makochi for high school. this is where suo comes in because when serisa returns, she's hounded by delinquents as she is looking for cafe pothos and she sees suo (who is waiting for sakura and nirei) nearby and begs him to pretend to be her boyfriend to chase off the delinquents and he ends up flat out turning her down because childish games were beneath him. thus begins their complex relationship because serisa just hates him hahaha...for now. serisa does have a complicated relationship with umemiya who is doing his utmost to assert that he just sees her as a sister, but maybe...just maybe...there are moments where his actions say otherwise? umemiya is a very interesting character because he really does want to keep that family dynamic going (evident with his relationship with tachibana), but serisa very persistent and she thinks he's hiding behind that because he doesn't want to destroy what he has with her. we shall see how it plays out because i did brainstorm some moments where serisa does want to overstep the boundaries to show umemiya that she has never seen him as a brother, but now as a young man. who knows...do he reciprocate? mwuahahaha
#ask game#sorry for the late post...i had to wait until i actually got a summary down for sidelines#freaking hate summaries hahaha#oc: tsukino erina#oc: shinohara serisa#fic: sidelines#fic: W I S H
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Shen Yuan gets hit with a truth serum plot fic round up!
These are from the comments and reblogs of my previous post
Absolution by airplanelanding
https://archiveofourown.org/works/51587557#main
Summary: Luo Binghe stared back at him. There was something distant in his eyes, something Shen Qingqiu was too tired, too drained, to decipher. Then, Luo Bingheâs lips opened in a non-apology, a soft, murmured sentenceâa quiet, âI need to know the truth.â
Shen Qingqiu frowned. He opened his mouth to question the damn-near imploring words, but he never got the chance.
He failed to notice something was in Luo Bingheâs hands until it was too late.
Or
Luo Binghe is determined to get answers this time, now that Shen Qingqiu can't run away. Even if he has to use a truth serum to do it.
aka A Water Prison Re-Write.
"open my lungs to let you in" by ghostybreads https://archiveofourown.org/works/37276570
Summary: Shen Qingqiu had a secret. So, naturally, it was only a matter of time before he was hit by a truth serum wife plot.
//
âHow are you?â
âHorny. Kind of want Binghe to rail me, I guess. But itâs manageable.â
Liu Qinggeâs hand on his forehead froze, and he was close enough that Shen Qingqiu could hear his breathing stop. He stared back expressionlessly, the mortification distantly crawling up the back of his neck. Honest One-Hornedâ
The frustrated scream that he usually vented in his head, came out straight from mouth.
âaaAAAAAHHHH GODDAMNIT AIRPLANEââ
no regret (i've been sorry all these years) by krmilia
https://archiveofourown.org/works/39006066
Summary: There is no actual way the System hated him so much, right? Right?
Recently a lot of shitty things happened to Shen Qingqiu. By that he meant sowers in Jinlan city, return of his wayward disciple â who, uhm, prepared him surprise by leaving the Abyss two years early â and now⌠Well, now he was poisoned with a truth serum.
(Or, Bingqiu finally talk.)
speak your mind (not that much!) by nyoomerr https://archiveofourown.org/works/38953875
Summary: Before the investigation in Jinlan City, Shen Qingqiu is hit by a curse that forces him to speak his mind. Unfortunately, this means that the first thing he does when he sees Luo Binghe for the first time in three years is to tell Luo Binghe that he's grown up to be really quite pretty.
Luo Binghe, not sure what's going on but absolutely enjoying the ride, abandons all his plans immediately. He has new priorities now, including but not limited to:
- get his Shizun to call him 'pretty' again
- steal his Shizun away from his (probably in existence) harem
- ???
funny how you just break down (waiting on some sign) https://archiveofourown.org/works/36742384/chapters/91657246
Summary: Luo Bingheâs hand is half-raised, and Shen Qingqiu is going to die and this is the hand that willâ
â[Notice: In appreciation of your continued use of our services, System 2.0 is offering {Valued Customer} a complimentary Bonus Plotline! Do you accept?]â
aka, What if Luo Binghe could read Shen Qingqiuâs mind during the Jinlan City arc?
What is Seen by CavetteDracones
Summary: âŚis not [always] the real truth.
Truth-compelling artifacts in the hands of an enemy to one side, SYSTEM-mandated silence on the other, and Shen Qingqiu caught between the two. Is it too late to go back to the Water Prison?
BONAS:
Moshang
If It can be destroyed by Tossawary https://archiveofourown.org/works/53124079
Iâll probably add more as they are either found by me or suggested!
#truth serum#svsss#svsss au#shen qingqiu#shen yuan#shen jiu#yue qingyuan#mu qingfang#shang qinghua#liu qingge#luo binghe#fanfiction#fanfic rec
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What It Cost
****THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY BASED ON REAL PEOPLE. 18+ ONLY. I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THE PEOPLE OR MUSIC MENTIONED IN THIS STORY OUTSIDE OF LILITH AND SADIE AND MAYBE A COUPLE OTHERS. DO NOT READ IF YOUâRE NOT UP FOR FANFIC INVOLVING REAL PEOPLE***
Terrible summary: Five years since she last spoke to him. Since she last saw him. Now his face and his voice is everywhere. She can't escape him.
Five years ago Noah destroyed her and the life they had built. Now heâs back and seeking to make amends. As much as she wants to say that it's too little too late, is it?
CW/TW: Angst, mention of addiction, cheating. Mention of character death. Language. Smut (later on). PinV, unprotected PinV (wrap it before you tap it, friends), oral (f&m receiving). Cyberbullying. All smutty warnings happen later on, so Iâll update TW/CW warning labels as those parts are written and posted. If I forget anything, please let me know so I can fix it! Thank you!
Part 4-Lilith
"Lilly, baby-"
"You don't get to call me that anymore." She interrupted, taking another step back.
She never should have gone to that dinner, knowing he would be there. Everything had been just fine until last night. Sure, she definitely still had some damage to deal with, but she would handle that. Now, here she was, Noah standing in her kitchen, looking like he was crawling out of his skin just being there. Her phone continued to go off, this time with texts and a couple missed phone calls. Why the fuck had she gone to that dinner?
"Lilly, ignore it. It's being handled." He pleaded with her, taking a tentative step towards her.
"Why are you here, Noah?" Her voice shook, everything she was holding back threatening to burst forth.
Noah stopped, his impossibly dark eyes frozen on hers. Lilly watched the silent battle he waged with himself, his mouth opening and closing at each attempt to speak.
"I'm sorry." He sighed, taking another tentative step toward her. "For five years I've thought about what I would say if I ever saw you again, and it all just sounds like bullshit. I don't know what else to say. Just that I'm sorry."
Lilith laughed, unamused. The apology she'd been waiting on, and it rang hollow in her ears when she finally got it. All this time and all he could say was sorry? What the actual fuck? Rage bubbled inside her, drying her tears.
"Fuck you, Noah. Fuck you and your stupid fucking apology." Lilith sniffed, another hollow laugh bursting out of her. "You're fucking sorry?"
Noah flinched, but kept his eyes trained on hers. Swirling in them was an emotion she didn't think she had ever seen before. Shame. But it was mixed with something else she couldn't quite put her finger on. What was he playing at here? And why now?
"What the fuck do you really want, Noah? Why are you really here?" She spat.
"Lilly-"
"Seriously. Five fucking years and you show up here with that bullshit?"
Lilith watched as he rubbed at his chest, his anxiety spiking. What did he think was going to happen? That she would just say all was forgiven and everything would be fine? None of this made any goddamn sense to her. Noah didn't just apologize like this. This wasn't how Noah did things. He always implied he was sorry, something she should have recognized well before things got where they had.
"Noah-"
"I have spent every goddamn day of the last five years wishing I could go back and fix it. That I could just go back in time and never do any of the shit that I did." He interrupted, a single tear slipping down his cheek. "But I can't and I fucking hate myself for what I did to you. None of this, the success, the fame, mean a goddamn thing when at the end of the day, you're not fucking home, Lilly. You're not home and I did that, and I can't fucking fix it."
Right before her she watched him crumble. Lilith watched as he dropped to his knees, clutching his chest, his breath coming in short spurts. She didn't know what to do. He had always been so calm unless he was yelling. So stoic. Now here he was, on his knees on her kitchen floor, unable to keep up the facade any longer. And as angry as she was, her heart hurt for him. It felt like it was shattering to pieces right inside of her chest and she couldn't stop it.
"I can't fucking fix it, Lilly. And I'm sorry. I'm fucking sorry."
Trembling she approached him, reaching for her phone. Never before had she seen him like this, and she was helpless. What was she supposed to do here? What was she supposed to say? Should she even say anything? Do anything? Tears blurred her vision as she dialed Jolly's number, glancing up to see Sadie stepping back into the kitchen, eyes wide at the scene in front of her.
"What's happenin', Thumbelina?" Jolly's voice cut through the panic.
"Jolly? Come quick. He's snapped."
She didn't bother to wait for a response before she hung up, tossing her phone on the floor next to her. Swallowing the lump in her throat she did the one thing she could think of. Slowly, still shaking like a leaf, she dropped down in front of him, throwing her arms around him and squeezing as tightly as she could. If she were to be honest with herself she needed it just as much as he did. Something to keep her grounded and together.
"Noah?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Breathe, okay? Just breathe. Please. Sadie? Water, please?"
"Yeah. On it."
Lilith sat back on her heels a bit, taking his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her. His dark eyes were unfocused, looking everywhere but at her. As angry as she was, she didn't want him feeling like this. Because as much as she shouldn't, she still cared. And seeing him like this absolutely terrified her.
"It's gonna be okay, Noah. Jolly's on his way. He'll be here soon, okay?"
Sadie's hand appeared, holding a glass of water. Grateful she took it from her, offering it to him. When he didn't respond, she set it next to them, wrapping her arms around him again. This time she scooted closer, practically crawling into his lap, burying her face against his neck. If nothing else she could do this, even if it felt a little too much like coming home to be this close to him. She could bury that deep down later.
Noah's impossibly long arms slowly slid around her, crushing her against himself. Lilith squeezed tighter, praying Jolly got there soon. This was far too comfortable, and the realization that she could easily fall right back into him was more terrifying than anything.
"I'm sorry, Lilly. I'm so fucking sorry." He muttered, his breathing finally starting to slow down.
Jesus, fuck.
Tags: @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @haylaansmi
#noah sebastian fanfiction#bad omens fanfiction#noah sebastian smut#angst#noah sebastian angst#fanfiction#noah sebastian fic
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Raid The Closet
Summary: Harry being away is hard on his kids, so until he comes home, they develop a tradition every night he plays.
Warnings: fluff, dadrry, brief mentions of underwear/nudity
Word Count: 882
A/N: Sorry this took so long, I've been down in the dumps lately so my motivation to post anything has been low :(
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"Alright, everyone. Sit up straight for Daddy! He's calling soon!"
Your kids were buzzing with excitement as they waited patiently for the phone to ring. They were in their pajamas, ready for their concert tradition with Harry. They huddled around your laptop, holding their tea or stuffed animals as they discussed what Harry might have in store for them tonight.
The time change was difficult when he was on the other side of the world, but Harry always made time for the kids. If he had to call early in the morning, he would. If he had to call in the middle of a workout, he would. Harry took the moments he could spend with his family seriously, even if he was on the other side of the world.
You stood in the kitchen making some tea for yourself when your oldest shrieked: "He's calling Mummy!"
"Do you remember how to answer the phone?" You asked from around the corner.
"Yes!" They all responded.
"Okay, go ahead and answer. I'll be right there!"
There was a brief moment of eager silence when the kids picked up. You smiled to yourself and finished making your drink when you heard Harry's voice through the phone.
"Hi Daddy!" The kids said. "We miss you!"
"I miss you too! How is school?" He asked.
The kids rambled excitedly about science projects and book reports and choir performances and Harry listened enthusiastically to every word. He nodded eagerly and demanded pictures for every new accomplishment. When he watched you walk into frame, his already joyful face lit up even more.
"Hello, love." He said to you.
"Hi, baby. Where are you right now?"
"I'm backstage actually. Do you want to see?" he asked.
"Yes!" The kids watched intently as they got the tour of the small green room.
Harry showed them their drawings pinned on the wall and the teddy bear the picked out before he left sitting on the couch. When he set his phone up again, he was sitting on that same couch, holding the bear from his children.
"Okay, now that Mummy's here, I need your help deciding what to wear."
Harry rifled through his tour closet through jumpsuits, leather pants, and t-shirts. He showed the kids every single one, listening closely to their approval or disapproval. He loved this tradition with his family. It made them feel closer to him than they really were. He could connect with his kids consistently through this practice.
After a few minutes of searching, Harry set out the top three choices.
"Okay, which one out of all these?" The kids turned to you and huddled close.
"I like the teddy bear t-shirt." Your youngest said.
"Me too!" Said the oldest.
"I like the pink pants." Offered the middle child.
"I think that's a perfect outfit! Are you ready to tell Daddy what you think?" The kids nodded to you and turned around again to face Harry.
"Okay, baby. The kids have made their choice!"
"Alrighty, lay it on me!" He shouted dramatically, making the kids giggle.
"We want the teddy bear t-shirt and the pink pants!" Said the youngest. The kids all had their hands folded in anticipation while Harry set out their choice.
"Hmm." He pretended to think. "Let me try it on for you."
Harry disappeared off camera for a minute before coming back to grab his clothes. He tossed his old shirt across the camera, putting on a show for the kids. His pants went flying off next, and your youngest couldn't contain the laughter falling from their lips.
"Daddy's naked Mummy!" They all shrieked, laughing harder than before.
"Just in my underwear! But not for long!" Harry shouted distantly off camera.
After a moment of silence, Harry poked his head back into the frame. He smiled brightly at you and the kids.
"Alright, are you ready to see it?" He asked.
"Yes!" You all responded.
Harry disappeared for a second and walked back into frame wearing the outfit his kids picked out for him.
"What do you think?" He asked you all, doing a spin and pose.
"You look very handsome." You smiled.
"Ew, they're in love." Your oldest cringed.
Harry was beaming at your praise. He watched as the kids smiled at him and finished their drinks. He did a small dance and showed them his shoes before checking the time.
"Alright, I've got to run. Are you being good for Mummy?" He asked.
"Yes." Your kids responded.
"Are you being good to each other?" He asked again.
"Yes." They replied.
"Good. Line up and give me kisses before I sing!"
One by one, you all lined up and blew Harry a good luck and good night kiss. He caught every single one and threw them back. When everyone was finished, he waved goodbye and sent one final kiss your way before ending the call.
"Okay, everyone, up to bed you go!"
The kids groaned and slowly dragged their feet up the stairs. You tucked each of them into bed and just as you were turning in for the night yourself, you noticed a message from Harry.
Thank you for doing this every night. I miss you all so so much! I'll be home before you know it! xx Dad
#harry styles#harry styles fluff#harry styles imagine#harry styles fic#fluff#imagine#fic#dad!harry#dadrry#kiwisugarhighs
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Back to him | K.Seungmin
summary: after a long day at work, nothing excited you more than going home.
Genre: fluff
words count: 0.9 k words
small note: It's my first post here and I hope this is good(somehow). Hope you enjoy reading this. Feedbacks are appreciated!
The growling of the cars and rustling footsteps subsided as darkness painted itself into the blank skyâs canvas. You bid one of your co-workers goodbye before gazing at your work desk. Is everything fine? A load of files that were supposed to be sent in tomorrow had been arranged neatly on the right side of your desk and the once scattered work papers had been combined into a tall stack of paper. A sigh of relief left your lips, finally, another stressful day had closed itself.
It was time to return home, returning to him if you were honest.
You flicked the light off and headed to the train station with a black jacket draped on your arm. It didnât take a long time for you to arrive because the road was empty at this hour. Only the glowing streetlight and your own shadow accompany you throughout your walk. You purchased a ticket from the machine and went to your designed platform.
Itâs 11.30 a.m, was he still there?
As you stepped onto the last stair, a wave of chilly air crashed, causing you to shiver under the piece of your thin clothing. You quickly wore the jacket, the end of the sleeve hanging loosely under your fingertips. It was obvious to anyone that it wasnât yours. The smell of his cologne wrapped itself around you. His scent always reminded you of the sweet smell of vanilla and cinnamon, calming and comforting, like his existence in your life. That was why you insisted on keeping his jacket to yourself, although he begged to have it back because it was his favourite jacket.
The missing had overgrown in you and to say you were nothing but excited to meet him was an understatement. You settle down on a nearby bench and pluck your earphones in. The song began as your vision slowly filled with late-night workers who just got off work like you. Resting your head against the wall behind you, you let yourself drown in his voice. It still amazes you how his voice blends perfectly with the delicate sound of the piano.Â
The announcement of the upcoming train forced you to get up. You trailed behind those who entered the train first and sat at any vacant seat, coincidentally across a couple. The girl had rested her head on her boyfriendâs shoulder as they laced their hand together. A small smile spread on your face.
âHope you are happy with him forever.â You silently whispered in your heart and looked ahead, praying the train would stop at your destination quickly. There was nothing worth looking out the window actually, it was just one of your ways to forget the boredom of waiting. Unfortunately, your home was the last destination of the night so you had a bit of time to sleep.Â
You didnât realise how much had passed until the woman on the speaker woke you up, You rubbed your eyes, getting rid of the sleep before leaving the train. Stuffing your hand into the jacketâs pocket, you made your way to a cafe where you knew the direction by your heart. The cafe seemed to be the only shop open at this time. You pushed the door and the windchime on top of the door chimed, grabbing the boy on the counter's attention but he didnât glance up, still occupied by his chores. He had rolled up his white sleeves and under the light, you saw sweat beamed on his forehead.
He stayed behind although there was absolutely nothing to do left. The tables were cleaned even the signboard had flipped to close.
âIâm sorry but the cafe has closed, please come back tomorrow.âÂ
âIf I leave, where will I spend the night, min?â You tilted your head
His action of wiping the counter halted as he raised his head. A soft smile conquered his face as he saw you. He abandoned the napkin and walked to you.
âOutside.â He cooed and held your shoulder, pushing you to the exit. You narrowed your eyes toward him only for him to chuckle.
âIâm joking! Youâre late tonight, some hassle at your office?âHe engulfed you in a tight hug, face buried in your hair. He pulled away and kissed your lips briefly.
âMy co-worker as usual. We made a bet and I lost. So, lunch on me tomorrow, how delightful!âÂ
As you kept rambling about your day in the office, he looked at you with tender eyes, listening attentively to your story. He needed to admit, you look adorable when you were so into the story you were telling. He could sit and listen to your story every day.Â
âThat must be exhausting. A cup of hot chocolate will cheer you up a bit!â He beamed and rushed behind the counter to prepare the drink. You chuckled and went to him.
âBoth of us are. Letâs close the cafe and head upstairs, min.âÂ
âAre you sure you donât need any drink?â
You nodded and grabbed his hand to the staircase, shutting the light to the cafe off. Seungmin removed his apron and hung it on the rack beside the stairs. How convenient it was, your house was above the cafe. After changing your clothes, you joined Seungmin in bed. His arm instantly wrapped itself around your waist, pecking at the crown of your head and whispering goodnight.Â
To be in his embrace, to be this close to him was what you called home and you were thankful that you could experience this every night.
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centrestage
â navigation: nct masterlist || main masterlist
pairing: friend to lover! doyoung x gn! reader
⏠tags: not a regular listener of little light but whenever i hear it my soul ascends out of my body into the galaxies (warning: not a universal experience), friends to lovers, mentions of doyoung being a performer), open-ending because again idk, pulled this out of the depths of wattpad drafts uhh
summary: doyoung has only got this chance to confess his love to the one person who means everything to him
word count: 719 words
a/n: in light of what has been happening, i will also be working to remove any past post in the coming week that i have written of nctâs taeil,, as for my stance, i do believe the rest of the nct members shouldnât be dragged down until more information has been given! till then i will keep supporting nct and the units
doyoung's heart beat in trepidation against his chest as he dials your handphone number for the third time that night. he was still coming from from his high, adrenaline pumping through his veins.
"where are you now?" he weaves through backstage, pressing the phone to his ear.
"i left."
he clicks his tongue, mumbling apologies before speaking to you, "i know you did. i had my eyes on you the entire time i was on stage." he paused to push the exit door, "are you nearby? i wanna see you, please."
the cool breeze of the night kissed his sweat-soaked skin as he awaited your response. he did know, however that your resolve was breaking with every passing beat of silence.
"i'm...sat at the nearby park. i'll wait for you." you hung up.
without a moment's hesitation, doyoung starts sprinting ahead, feet moving faster than his mind can even comprehend where you actually were. running like his life depended on it, he hangs onto the hope that he could officially tell you his feelings.
as soon as he spots you sitting by the curb of the playground, doyoung speeds up till he stands before you, huffing and puffing away.
"i wasn't...going anywhere. you didn't need to run here." you averted your gaze, and under the artificial street lights, doyoung think you couldn't look any better than this moment.
"i...know. i just wanted...to see you..." he catches his breath, slowly sitting down beside you. this curb you two were sat on has seen more memories than he could count: from the very first time he met you as a child in this park, to when you two skipped classes to chill here in the lazy afternoon sun, to the heart-to-heart talks shared in the late of the night.
"you left as soon as i ended." doyoung begins after a while, gathering his thoughts as he wiped his sweaty palms against his jeans, "did i...was i not impressive?" he felt small under your gentle gaze and you shook your head, "you were every bit of the performer you dreamt to be."
"then why did you go? i was..." he held back. he wanted to dedicate his own composed song to you, but the moment he saw you leave, his vision got crowded with the fans asking for an encore. he decides to continue, "i was hoping to catch you to tell you thanks for coming."
he rests his weight towards his right palm, leaning closer to you.
"i'm sorry." you blurted out and doyoung jerks his head towards you, eyebrows furrowing, "what are you sorry for?"
"you've gotten quite famous even with you own gigs and everything. look at you, you belong out there on the stage with the fans cheering your name. not with some...person like me."
"i don't care about that! tell me, did i capture your attention on stage?" doyoung reached over to grasp your hand, forcing you to look at him. the dim lights made your eyes sparkle and doyoung wishes he could read your mind this instant.
"of course." you replied with certainty and he pulled you into his embrace, "then that's all i wanna hear. screw those fans because...i was performing for you and you alone."
doyoung pulls away, not breaking eye contact with you, "that song? that was meant for you. it was meant to be a confession song for your ears to here, which was why i invited you to come today."
"i wanted to tell you that i love you."
the second the words left his lips, he almost immediately feels that thread snap in him. "i have loved you from the day we first met, and i've never stopped loving you ever since." he remembers the day he finally accepted his feelings for you, growing stronger with each passing day he spent with you. he remembers that worn-out notebook with heart doodles and some lyrics he penned down, definitely not forgetting the multiple voice recordings he saved to create the very song he played just for you today.
he hears you inhale audibly and he spots that uncertainty in your eyes, "don't say that. not when you're gaining popularity. i'm just gonna be a hindrance."
"i'm willing to do anything it takes to be with you. so, will you be mine?"
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Video Calls Away
Pairing: Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x NavySEAL!Reader Summary: Videos calls are the only things that make the distance bearable. Warnings: Tiniest bit of angst if you squint, fluff Word Count: 921 A/N: Another drabble to the TWAHF collection! Also I am VERY sorry for literally dissapearing for half a year, I'm currently working on more stuff and should be posting a little more frequently now that I'm back! TWAHF Masterlist
Being apart from Mickey when either one of you were away was one of the hardest parts of your relationship. The one thing that made the trips away bearable were the frequent phone calls.
Through the phone screen Mickey had propped up so you could see the items he was holding up were two shirts to choose for his attire to a team party he was currently running late to. A situation he wouldnât be in if he had listened to you days ago. Instead, he had put it off at the last minute wanting to have your input when you were next available.
âYou know⌠I think the blue shirt would look better. The brown one clashes too much with the pants, youâll look like a bigger dork than you already do now.â
His furrowed brows gave off the only indicator he was put off by your comment. You so badly wanted to reach through the phone screen and smooth it out with your thumb. Instead, you opted with a smile and a little laugh.
âYeah okay, blue it is. Itâll match Reubenâs outfit, weâll be the best matching couple there. Who knows, maybe weâll get a prize.â He shrugged off his sweater and put the shirt on, doing a few turns for you.
âRemind me again why youâre not married to him?â Your eyes were focused on his form, missing the feeling of having him in your arms. Just three more days until you arrive home.
Mickey shot you a flat look, âI believe itâs because weâre madly in love.â
âYes, I know you two are. Which is why I donât understand how I got stuck with you.â
âItâs times like these where I wonder the same thing,â he sighed then grabbed the phone and brought it closer to him. âDo you know how much longer youâll be? Iâm actually starting to miss my snarky wife.â
There was a commotion down the hall that caught your attention and someone had called out your name.
âNot for too much longer, my love. I have to go now, tell Reuben I miss him and give his wife my love. I love you Mr. Garcia.â
âI love you more Mrs. Garcia, Iâll see you soon.â He blew you a kiss that you caught and pressed to your heart before hanging up.
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You had landed not long ago, asking a friend to drop you off home so you could surprise your husband. Once you arrived in the driveway of your shared home with your things set on the ground, you pulled out your phone and called Mickey.
The rush of excitement filled you, making it nearly impossible to keep the screen focused on you so none of your surroundings showed. You just wanted to see him again and here you were with a door being the only thing that separated you two.
He picked up on the fourth ring with a huge smile, âHello my love! I wasnât expecting you to call so soon, are you alright?â
You couldnât contain the giggle that escaped you. He looked like he just woken up from a nap. The pillow marks visible on his face and his hair was tousled in a curly mess. âGood morning, love! I'm faring well, still tired but you know how that is. Anyways, I forgot I had ordered a gift for your mom and since I'm in service I got notified it was delivered. Can you do me a big favor and grab it for me?â
He shook his head at your antics, of course you'd wait until the last minute to inform him on important news. âYeah, sure of course. Do you wanna be on call when I grab it or can we chat some more before I go?â
âNo, I want to be on call. I have to make sure the right gift was delivered. Last time I ordered something when you were aware they sent me an entirely different package.â You thought of a lie before he could think of another reason to not do it.
âAlright, alright. Just bare with me for a moment while I make my way down.â From your view you could see him walking through your house towards the front door. The excitement was making you giddy and you tried to keep on your best neutral expression. âOkay, here we are. You ready to see whatever it is you got?â
âReady as I'll ever be.â You wiggled your eyebrows, Mickey chuckled and you could hear it through the front door. He was so close to your reach now. If only he could just hurry up so the sun would stop burning you.
As soon as he opened the door you yelled, âSurprise, love!â You quickly hung up the call and ran to him, jumping into his arms as he spun you around. Neither of you could contain the excited giggles.
Mickey set you down only to pepper your face in kisses. Neither of you cared if any of your nosy neighbors witnessed the happy moment, you both were happy to be back in each otherâs arms. Mickey gave you one last kiss and stared in your eyes, âI was going crazy without you. You donât know how happy I am that youâre finally home.â
âI think I can take a guess,â you pulled away from him and leaned down to grab your things, handing him the larger bag. âNow, letâs head inside so you can fix me something to eat, Iâm hungry.â
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The Other Woman pt3
god this is cringe tbh idk why im posting this bc I KNOW they lurking and seeing this shit
anyways
Slow burn
Summary: Chris, a popular hockey player at school where Y/n went, found himself falling for the beautiful, shy girl. As time went on he found out who Y/n truly was as a person and ultimately, he had to make the choice, his girlfriend, or the other woman.
Part 3
Hey itâs Chris. I stared at the message on my phone. I had work in 20 minutes. I finished getting ready quickly. Now, I was cleaning the house. I heard my phone go off, forgetting that I gave Chris my number this morning. To be honest, I wasnât expecting him to actually text me. I continued scrubbing the dishes before responding to his message.
Hello, Christopher. I responded quickly, walking to the living room to clean up the clothes and trash all over the floor. The trash and clothes my mother left there. Empty bottles of liquor scattered before the couch. I bent down, grabbing multiple and tossing them into the garbage, going back to grab more. Buzz buzz.
I took my phone out of my pocket and checked it, once again.Â
Just call me Chris. When you call me by my full name you sound like my mother. I giggled to myself.Â
Okay, Chris. Sorry about that. He was quick to reply. Damn, is he sitting waiting for this message?
Itâs fine. What you up to? I sighed, placing my phone on the side table next to the couch. I sat down, looking at the dirty floor. I should mop. Is that puke? I shook my head with a grossed out expression. Nasty.Â
I grabbed the mop from the kitchen closet, filling the bucket with hot water and floor cleaner. I didnât have much time before I had to leave for work. Buzz.Â
I looked back to my phone on the table, picking it up and looking at the message that was sent. The second message, actually. You free tonight? I have a test in calc tomorrow. Was wondering if you could meet me somewhere and help out? I shook my head. I had work until late tonight.
I sent a text back, Sorry, Iâm cleaning the house. And I donât get off work until late tonight. If youâre okay with calling when I get off I can help then. I tried to place my phone down, but it buzzed in my hand.
Where do you work? And yeah that sounds fine. What time you get off? I sent a quick message, avoiding the first question he asked. He didnât need to know where I worked. Technically no one should know. It was no one's business but mine, but itâs actually illegal to work at a bar until Iâm 21. The manager knew my dad personally so I got a quick job there. Now they pay well. As long as I donât talk about my age or where I work then I should be fine, hopefully. 12.Â
My phone buzzed again, but I put it in my back pocket, needing to finish mopping the house. I had to leave in 5 minutes.
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I sat in my car, in front of the building I worked at. I grabbed my phone. I completely forgot about Chrisâs message from earlier. I checked it, getting out of my car walking towards the entrance.
Damn thatâs late. What job has those kind of hours? I typed a quick message. A job that pays for food and bills. He was really trying to get it out of me. He sent another message asking where but I ignored it. He sent another message after a few minutes, understanding that I wasn't going to tell him.
Oh. Well if you arenât too tired when you get off then Iâll appreciate the help. I opened the front door, heading to the back to pick my things up in my assigned locker. Iâll let you know.Â
I put my phone in my back pocket and went to the bar area. Weâre normally not super busy until 6, so I had about 2 hours to get things ready.Â
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I was sitting behind the building, on break, hitting the rolled joint in my hand. I smoked every now and then. Not too much and not too little, just enough to relieve some stress. I pulled out my phone, checking the message from Chris. I knew he had sent one. Honestly, he messaged so fast youâd think he was obsessed with me. But thatâs crazy, right?
Donât take this as a creepy message or anything but you got a picture I can have for your profile? You there? Oh shit youâre at work. Let me know when you get off. 4 messages after another? Damn.
Itâs been 5 hours since his last message. Iâm on break now. If I send a picture you have to send me one as well. Right now, itâs a random dog off of pinterest lmfao.Â
It took him about 2 minutes to respond. I put the joint out, shoving the rest of it in my jacket pocket. Lol why a dog? And yeah Iâll send one but you first.Â
I opened my camera roll, picking the picture I liked the most. I pressed send, waiting for his response.
(something like this but itâs you, obviously)
I sent after the photo, because you remind me of a golden retriever.Â
He responded quickly. Really? Also thatâs a pretty picture. You look nice. My stomach started to twist, butterflies floating around. I can hear my heartbeat. He thinks I look nice.
Thank you, Chris. I smiled a little. Now itâs your turn. I glanced around the back of the parking lot behind the building. The music seemed more quiet as I breathed in the cold air, enjoying the moment. Not many people compliment me. Well, not many people like Chris. It felt.. Good.
Your welcome Y/n. Let me find a picture. Give me a sec.Â
I shut off my phone, leaning my head against the wall behind me. Buzz buzz.
Notification: New message from Chris popped up on my lock screen. I looked at it for a while, scared to open it.
My breath hitched as I stared down at my phone, my mouth slightly open from shock. My cheeks went slightly pink. Damn, heâs really pretty. I saved the photo, changing his profile picture from the dog to the one he sent.Â
Damn, you think I look nice? Look at you. I erased the message. What should I say? Itâs not a big deal, Y/n. Just send something simple.
You have nice eyes. Simple and true. He really did have nice eyes. He had nice everything. Nice hair, nice eyes, nice lips.Â
âHe has a girlfriend, Y/n,â I mumbled to myself quietly. âBesides, he would never go for someone like you.âÂ
You think so? I liked his message before sending, yes, I do.Â
Thank you Y/n. That means a lot.Â
Youâre welcome, Chris. I checked the time. I had a few minutes of my break left. Â I should get going. My break ends in 2 minutes. Text me at 12 when I get off so I can help with your calculus.Â
You got it maâam. Have fun at work. I shut off my phone, standing from my crouching position against the wall. I needed to stretch my legs. They hurt from sitting in that position for so long. I walked back through the back door, heading back to the bar getting to work.Â
#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#chris x y/n#christopher sturniolo#matt sturniolo smut#chris x reader#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo x you#chris sturniolo#chris#chris smut#matt x y/n#matthew sturniolo#matt x reader#matt#nicolas sturnio#nick x reader#nick#sturniolo#the sturniolo triplets#slow burn
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dark!Wanda Maximoff x gn!reader - All the Same
Summary-> Wanda takes you in after she finds you all alone in the street. She seems nice at first but there's a hidden darkness to it which you realise all too late. (non-avenger au)
A.N-> This is my english story writing activity from when I was 14 so it's gonna be pretty shit. I just had to post something cuz my blog is high-key dead cuz of exams.
Word count-> ~2k
Content warnings-> â ď¸SUICIDEâ ď¸, â ď¸VAGUE EATING DISORDERâ ď¸, manipulation, what was I thinking when I wrote this, shitty writing
I ran and I ran through the forest, unsure of where I was going. The only thing on my mind was getting away from that hell. The hell where I was always walking on eggshells, where I was afraid of even breathing wrong, where I felt so lonely despite someone always being there watching my every. single. move. But now it would all be over. I could finally run away. I could finally be free. I could see the house where I had been tormented for so many years disappear into the darkness of the night and get hidden by the many trees and bushes of the forest. I could see a faint light in the distance. I rushed towards it, despite my legs feeling like they were being pierced through by a million knives all at once.Â
I was on a road now. The bright street lights stung my eyes since they were only accustomed to the deep, damp darkness of the forest. Now that I was finally out of that hellscape and had a chance to breathe, it inevitably dawned on me that I had no idea what to do. I had been trapped inside that house all my life, so I didnât know anyone in the outside world. Suddenly, I felt my vision going blurry; my head was spinning, water was gushing out of my eyes, my knees could barely support my body, and I collapsed. It all hurt so, so much. Out of nowhere, I felt a tap on my shoulder.Â
 It was a beautiful girl.Â
 She asked, "Are you ok?" concern laced into her words. It was like she actually cared. It was something Iâd never experienced before.
I couldnât respond. I was too overwhelmed with everything going on. She didnât pry any further. She carefully helped me to my feet as she held my hand. I almost fell over again, but she caught me. We walked in silence for a few seconds before we reached a door. She unlocked it and led me inside. She had me sit on the sofa as she sat down next to me.
 She questioned, "Are you calmer now?"Â
She waited patiently for my answer, which I delivered a few seconds later in the form of a small, barely audible "âŚyes."Â
 "Thatâs great! Letâs get you cleaned up!" she exclaimed.Â
 She left to go get something from the other room. I was confused for a second before I looked down and saw a huge cut on my left leg. "That must be why my legs hurt so much���" I quietly mumbled to myself.Â
 She came back holding some antiseptic, cotton balls, and bandages. As she was cleaning up the wound, I finally got a chance to observe her features.Â
 She had beautiful long red hair, which cascaded beautifully down her back, and shimmering green eyes, which looked beautiful in the moonlight. Truthfully, she was really beautiful.Â
She first cleaned up the blood on my leg and the wound with the antiseptic and the cotton balls, which stung a lot. Tears were forming at the corners of my eyes as I winced at the pain.Â
 She calmly shushed me and said, "Just bear with it for a second; itâll be over soon."Â
After a few seconds, she wrapped my leg with bandages. I tried to stand up but fell back onto the sofa.Â
 She commented, "Your leg is hurt pretty badly." She continued, "Iâll help you get around until it heals."Â
She then said, ââThe night is still young; why donât we get to know each other? If youâre up for it, of course."Â
 I replied, "Sure, what do you want to know?"Â
She responded, "Well, I still donât know your name yet, so how about we start with that?"Â
 I blushed slightly and replied, O-oh, sorry about that! My name is Y/N."Â
She responded, "Itâs fine." She giggled, "My name is Wanda!"Â
 âEven her name is prettyâŚâ I thought to myself.Â
We talked for a few more hours, and I got to know that she was studying to become a nurse and was thus away from her parents. I didnât tell her much about me other than the fact that my parents were fairly wealthy and we used to live in a cabin out in the woods. We didnât seem to realise that time was flying by as we were talking, and soon it was 12:30. We were both tired, so we decided to go to bed. She had an extra bed that I could sleep in. I tried to get up, but it hurt too much, so she decided to carry me to the room.Â
The next morning, Ruby woke up first and woke me up as well. She was shocked to see me. I didnât understand why she looked so shocked.Â
 She then got closer to me and held my arm, and said in a worried tone, "Youâre so thin! You look sickly; have you been eating well? I couldnât see you that well in the darkness last night."Â
 I was confused about what she meant by that since my mother would always say that I ate too much and should eat less. She must have noticed the confusion on my face since she didnât ask any more questions and just decided to hug me and hold me close instead.Â
 After a few seconds, she let go and went to the kitchen, gesturing for me to follow her. I rushed after her into the kitchen, where she was preparing breakfast.Â
 She told me to go sit at the table. I waited for a few minutes before she came out, carrying two plates with two pancakes each. She placed one in front of me and one in front of herself as she sat down. She started eating, and so did I.Â
 I could only manage a few bites before I felt full. I wasnât used to having this much food.Â
She must have noticed and asked me, "Whatâs wrong? Are they not to your liking?"Â
 I hurriedly replied, "N-no theyâre good; Iâm just not used to eating this much."Â
She looked confused and said, "This is very little food; how much do you normally eat?"Â
 I replied, "Like half of this usually..."Â
She looked extremely concerned and said, "Well, you really need to start eating more... Just finish half of it, ok?"Â
 I didnât know if I could eat that much, but still, I replied, "Ok, Iâll tryâŚ"Â
She looked pleased at that response. A few minutes later, I was done with my food.Â
 She then informed me that she had to leave for university and told me I could watch TV or something while I waited for her to come back. She came back pretty late and prepared dinner for the both of us. She gave me a pretty small portion, which was more than enough to fill me up. After eating, we both went to bed.
I continued to live with Wanda for a few more weeks. I learned how to cook from her on the weekends, and now I prepare dinner for the both of us when she was away at university. Iâd even started eating slightly bigger portions. Everything was going well. One day, she came back pretty late again, but it was even later than usual. We were eating dinner as usual when she randomly started commenting on how much I was eating. I didnât think much of it at the time, but it went on for a few more weeks. She would comment on everything I did, from how much I ate to how I sat. I started eating less and less, and was soon back to eating barely anything.Â
 One day, as I was waiting for her, I heard talking outside the door. I tried to listen to what they were saying but couldnât really make much out at first, but then I heard Wandaâs voice. She was saying something about taking someone in because she felt âso, so badâ for them. At first, I didnât know who she was talking about, but soon I realised that it was me.Â
 But the way she talked about me didnât seem affectionate. Rather, it felt fake. Like I was just a pitiful object to show others just how kind she was.
 I went to the sofa because I didnât want to listen anymore. I didnât want to believe that I was just an object to her. I didnât want to believe that the person who was so kind to me and the one who was the only reason Iâm not dead just saw me as a trophy to show people.Â
 She soon came inside and greeted me as if it were just any other normal day. Well, it might have been for her. I greeted her back, not wanting to seem off. We had dinner like normal, and she brought up that some people from university would be over tomorrow.Â
 I just said, "Ok." And that was it. We both went to bed, and the next morning went as usual, with us eating breakfast together and her leaving for university.Â
 That night, she came back with a few of her friends. They were all looking at me like I was just some object to be gawked at. I felt so uncomfortable under their gaze. They stayed for some time. They all mostly just ignored me as I sat beside Wanda as they all talked. They were all gone after a few hours. We had dinner as usual, though I didnât talk as much today. We both went to bed, but I couldnât sleep. I couldnât shake off the feeling of betrayal.
The next morning, after Wanda had left, I was just sitting on the sofa all alone with my thoughts. Thoughts of all the negative things she had said to me. Comments regarding how much I ate, how I sat, how I dressed, and how I looked. Anything regarding my appearance was always commented on negatively. She reminded me of my mother. The very woman I had risked my life to escape.Â
 Last night was the last straw. She really did just see me as a trophy. Something to boast to people about. I completely lost control of my body as it made its way towards the roof.Â
 All I could think was, why am I even living anymore? Iâd risked my life to escape my mother, but even after escaping her, the person I thought was the complete opposite of her was, in fact, just the same. If everyone is just the same, why should I even continue looking for someone different?Â
 Soon, I was at the edge of the roof. All that was between me and my sweet escape from this world, which was worse than hell, was one single step.Â
 Suddenly, I broke out of my trance-like state. I backed away. What was I even about to do? How could I be so stupid as to attempt to do something like that? Sure, Wanda might not care for me like I thought she did, but sheâs still the reason Iâm still alive.Â
 But then, memories of last night flashed through my mind. Memories of being viewed as a mere object. Memories of people not even acknowledging my existence outside of the pitiful girl Wanda helped.Â
 My vision got blurry. All I could see was the edge of the roof. I didnât care about anything else. I just wanted to escape. And escape I did.Â
The wind brushing the skin of my face felt so nice. The sound of the wind rushing by blocked out any other noise. It was rather calm, considering I was falling to my death. After a few moments of rare tranquility, Thud. And then it all went dark.
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Prisoner Part 2
Part 2 â Sihtric x reader
Authors note: I have a slight feeling that this part is more about the reader than Sihtric đ
. I really enjoyed picturing this character. The third part is also almost ready, just have to reread and edit it. It will be a bit brutal (sorry, had incredibly bad mood and just let it all out on poor Sihtric).
P.S. I changed the pictures as well, as I found another one that was better suited for the first part. Silly me, I just recently found out that one can save a draft before posting. If only I had known it before, the life would have been so much easier...
Summary: Sihtric is caught and locked up by the guards of Bebbanburg with no chances of escape while it appears that there is so much more hidden behind the treacherous facade of the pretty widow.
Warnings: actually none
Word Count: 3,717
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
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As soon as you heard the echoing steps of Sihtric fading away in the corridor, you swiftly opened the door, gliding out soundlessly. You hastened down the stairs that led back into the yard, where your precious cargo-laden wagon patiently awaited.
The yard lay desolate. A few guards stood watch at the palisades, but your presence near your own wagon were not supposed to arouse any undue suspicion. Carefully, you climbed in and started to undress. From the depths of the chest full of your silk fabrics, you retrieved a pair of breeches, a crisp linen shirt, a supple leather jerkin with long sleeves, and sturdy boots together with a dagger and a short sword.
"At last, something more comfortable to wear than this silly dress," you smirked to yourself, although you had to admit that you had enjoyed the lustful look Sihtric casted at you when you wore the dress that accentuated your body so well. Now dressed in more practical clothes, you waited as the evening descended over the fortress and darkness enveloped the surroundings. The sounds of feasting emanated from the great hall, accompanied by a harpist playing a melancholic love song, and voices singing along. Opening the flaps of your wagon's tent, you peered outside, ensuring it was sufficiently dark. With a crouched stance, you swiftly sprinted to the nearest wall and melded into its shadow. You were a shadow walker. It was a talent you took great pride in. You had never been afraid of the darkness just the opposite you loved it and with time you had learned to use it to your advantage. Your movements were fluid and silent as a predator stalking its prey. You effortlessly disappeared into the shadows cast by buildings, gliding along their edges without a whisper of sound. Your boots were specially made for this purpose from a soft and supple leather that hushed even the faintest of footsteps.
You had managed to inspect the whole inner yard and its different buildings, palisades, and ramparts before you decided that you wanted to cast a gaze on the outer yard, nestled between the two imposing gates. You pulled yourself up onto the roof of one of the buildings just in time before five guards and one of your fellow merchants emerged around the corner. You instantly got curious as to where they were hurrying and continued to follow them silently moving across the rooftops. That was when you caught sight of Sihtric, walking casually within the inner yard, making no effort to conceal himself.
â That is incredibly foolish, my sweet lover," you silently chastised, shaking your head at Sihtric's audacity. "Even if everyone is occupied with feasting, you can't wander around the fortress so brazenly." You pressed yourself closer to the rooftop, lowering yourself until you were lying flat on your stomach. You had a spontaneous thought to warn Sihtric of the approaching danger, but it was already too late. Before you could intervene, one of the guards had manoeuvred behind him, placing his sword at Sihtric's throat, while others swiftly surrounded him.
You strained to catch snippets of their conversation, eavesdropping on their brief exchange, and witnessed Sihtric being securely tied up and dragged away toward an entrance within the fortress walls, his axe and daggers taken away from him. Even in the dim flicker of torchlight held by the guards you could see the expression etched across Sihtricâs face â a mix of anger, frustration, and a trace of bewilderment, his furrowed brows betraying his inner turmoil and evident disappointment that coursed through his veins.
You waited a moment until all was silent again, before resuming your climb to the upper palisade from where you had an unhindered view on the outer yard. The guards stationed there slept, their heads resting against the wooden wall. If you were their lord, you would have them whipped for sleeping on guard, but now you were happy about their levity. You had seen everything you needed, even the concealed see gate hidden on the fortressâs rear side. It was the right moment to return to your wagon, change your clothes and go to your room, but an insistent nagging persisted within you. You just simply couldnât get the image if Sihtric out of your mind. You had seen where the guards took him and after a moment of hesitation, curiosityâ or perhaps something deeperâ took over and you headed for the entrance in the underground.
Approaching the doorframe, you listened attentively, your senses on high alert, but no sounds resonated from below. With your back pressed against the wall, you descended the steps, using the shadows as a cover again. Reaching the bottom of the steps, you listened carefully again, but it seemed that nobody was guarding the prisoner. You cautiously entered the room, your body gliding along the corner, seamlessly blending into the wall's shadow. Patiently, you allowed your eyes to adjust to the dim light cast by the few burning torches and started surveying the room.
Now you understood why there were no guards. Dominating the centre of the room loomed an immense iron cage, within which stood Sihtric. His arms were securely bound above his head, fastened to a chain that hung from the ceiling. His head rested against one of his arms, eyes closed. It was clear that there was no escape possible. Even if, by some miracle, he managed to free his hands, there was still no way out of the cage.
Emerging from the shadows, you moved towards him, your steps so silent that Sihtric remained oblivious to your approach until you stood directly before him and released a deliberate cough.
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There was nothing he could do, at least for now. For now, the only reasonable thing to do was to try to sleep, even though it wasn't the most comfortable situation. Sihtric reminded himself that he had slept in worse conditions before. "No, you haven't," his mind objected, "This is truly the worst situation you've gotten yourself into so far."
"What a fool am I, allowing myself to get distracted by pretty eyes and some nice tales," Sihtric scolded himself. âAlright, it wasn't just the eyes; the other parts of the body were very distracting too," he admitted, smiling to himself.
He couldnât understand where this strange feeling came from that enveloped him, rendering him unable to remove you from his thoughts. He closed his eyes, attempting to summon your face in his mind, but it eluded him. Instead, he could only recall various small details. Your voice, so sparkling and melodic, and your laughter, so mirthful and infectious, lingered clearly in his memory. The sensation of your soft skin against his fingers remained vivid, as did the unforgettable scent he inhaled embracing you and pulling you closer when you nestled into the curve of his body before falling asleep. The expression in your eyes, radiant, lively, and sparkling, was also etched in his mind. You exuded a zest for life that literally radiated from within you. He was overwhelmed and consumed by the way you made love to him â free of any inhibitions, passionate and confident in expressing your desires. You delighted in him without regrets, reciprocating his passion with equal fervour. The intensity of your connection drove him to crave you almost every single moment, driving him to madness as if he had become addicted to you.
He didn't know which aspect frustrated and saddened him more â the fact of being captured and unable to escape, or the likelihood of never seeing you again. Sihtric couldn't recall how long he had been daydreaming when he heard a cough right next to him. Startled, his eyes fluttered open, fixing their gaze upon the silhouette standing before the cage.
An awkward silence filled the air as both of you gazed at each other. Sihtric's eyes widened with an unmistakable mixture of bewilderment and disbelief as he slowly recognized you.
âWhat the hell? What are you doing here?â Sihtric finally managed to overcome his surprise, his voice still betraying his bafflement as he tried to comprehend not only the unexpected sight of you standing before his cage, but also the way you looked.
âI was curious,â you replied, tilting your head to the side, your eyes still locked onto Sihtric as you continued to study him intently.
Your gaze lingered upon the imposing figure of the warrior. It wasn't as if you hadn't seen him before, but in the dim light of the torches, he presented a completely different aura, one that unveiled new facets to your eyes. His lengthy, curly black hair was braided from the front and cascaded down to his shoulders at the back, adding an air of ruggedness to his stately presence. His face featured sharply defined contoursâa strong jawline, expressive cheekbones, full lips, and a straight noseâbut it was his eyes that captivated you the most. They were large and held a softness uncommon in any warrior you had seen before, and you knew they were of different colour although in the dim light of the dungeon it was hard to notice. As your gazes locked, you noticed a change in his expressive eyesâonce sharp and focused, they now revealed a tinge of anger and regret. Yet, behind that frustration, a glimmer of resilience flickered. You peered into the eyes of a man who certainly refused to be defeated and he looked back at you, his surprise intermingled with impressive calmness and composure. It was remarkable, considering he was locked up in a cage, devoid of any genuine prospects of escape, and awaiting an uncertain fate.
The short-sleeved leather jerkin he wore accentuated his muscular arms, and even the scars on his forehead and right cheek seemed to add to the aura of power, vitality, and masculinity that emanated from him. Undoubtedly attractive, you had already felt drawn to him when you first saw him in the village. However, in this moment, you were absolutely impressed and couldn't help but marvel at him.
Sihtric gazed back at you examining you with equally intensive interest. Your pretty dress was gone, replaced by leather jerkin with long sleeves, breeches, and leather boots. A short blade hung at your waist, while a dagger was securely fastened to your left arm. Yet, it wasnât the change of the clothing that startled him; it seemed as though an entirely different person now stood before him. The passionate, mischievous, and intelligent young woman he had been kissing, bedding and grown fond of just the days before had changed into a strong, confident, and cunning warrior. Sihtric couldn't deny that this unexpected variation of the pretty widow intrigued him even further.
âSo, you are a spy, arenât you?â you inquired, a sly smile tugging at the corner of your lips. âAnd not a very good one, I must say. Getting caught on your first day,â you chuckled, observing Sihtric stiffen slightly with a twinge of embarrassment. There was little he could refute, as it was true, so he opted to remain silent.
âYou are, however, a remarkable lover,â you admitted, âFar better than a spy.â
Sihtric's frustration seeped into his voice as he finally interjected, "Have you come to mock me? Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?â
âI believe you already know the answer, my beloved,â you smirked, a playful glint in your eyes. âYou just donât want to admit it. You thought you were using me to infiltrate the fortress, but it appears that I am more cunning than you expected.â
"No, it's not true. I never intended to use you," Sihtric interjected hastily, desperation lacing his words. "I may not have been completely honest, but I had no intention of hurting you."
"Oh, of course not! You just wanted a good hump and a way into the fortress, and I served as the perfect disguise for it. You would have discarded me the first day after that," you accused, your laughter laced with bitterness. The words spilled out, surprising even yourself. Even if Sihtric never told you about his true intentions why he was heading to Bebbanburg, you had always known that this was Sihtric's plan from the moment he asked you to take him there. And you had been fine with it. You had desired nothing more than a sweet distraction, so why did it sting so much inside?
"No, that's not..." Sihtric began to protest, but his words faltered as the truth of your statement sank in. It had indeed been his original plan when he waited for you outside the tavern that fateful evening. How could he expect you to believe him now, to trust that things had changed? And why should it even matter at all? It was clear that neither of you had been completely honest with each other, and Sihtric was surprised by the mix of hurt pride, bewilderment, and excitement that washed over him in a sudden surge.
The pretty widow was a spy, just as he was. Did it change anything? It changed everything! Embarrassment and frustration consumed him as he realized that, caught up in his confidence in his own abilities, he hadn't noticed anything. But alongside this frustration, there was a tiny glimpse of hope cradling in Sihtric's heart. Though the moment was brief and quickly driven away by his common sense. You were a spy, a warrior, and you had used him to distract your fellow traders. There were no chances you could have feelings for him.
âSomehow, it seems we are even then,â Sihtric retorted after a brief silence, frustration seeping into his voice. âI assume you havenât even told me your real name, my dear. Have you? And donât tell me you wanted to marry me and have kids together. You never wanted anything else from me apart from that good hump,â Sihtricâs tone had shifted to anger and took you by surprise.
Before you could respond, Sihtric abruptly interrupted, his tone urgent, "Steps on the stairs. Hide yourself. Be quick!" he ordered.
The complicated web of emotions between you and Sihtric was momentarily forgotten, replaced by the need to avoid being captured.
âDamn âŚâ you muttered under your breath, frantically scanning the room for a viable hiding spot. How could you be so stupid and let yourself involve in this conversation to the point that you even lost your attentiveness, failing to hear the approaching footsteps? The truth remained that you and Sihtric had both used each other, have had your fun and there was nothing more to be said. Yet, here you were, trapped within this small room, with only one exit, now blocked by the approaching men.
Your eyes caught a sight of some barrels in the far corner of the room, and you leaped to them hoping they were empty. In one seamless motion you vanished inside one of them just a second before someone entered the room.
âSo, so⌠whom do we have hereâŚâ you heard a voice say, and cautiously peered over the edge of the barrel, to see who was there. A big and sturdy man, with black hair, unshaven, but in shiny armour stood before Sihtric, a malicious grin etched across his lips. âUhtredâs dog. Thatâs a good catch tonight. Donât get too comfortable, Danish scum. Iâll be expecting answers from you before lord Whitgard returns.â Sihtric scowled at the man without a single word.
âYou will talk. Donât worry, I have my ways of making you talk,â the man sneered. âI will make you sing if I so desire. Iâll get everything out of you even if it means I have to skin you alive,â he added and turned to the guard who had come with him, âTake five men and ride to the village. We might be lucky to catch the other one, the Irishman. But first ride to Rorik. Tell him I need him here by sunset tomorrow. We must teach this little bird how to sing.â
A twisted smile played upon his lips as he resumed his attention on Sihtric, taking a step closer to the cage until their faces were just inches apart. "You see," he taunted, his voice laced with sadistic delight, "Rorik is the best. I have witnessed him reduce men to begging for death, divulging every secret they ever knew, weeping like helpless children." His eyes searched Sihtric's face, probing for any signs of vulnerability.
Sihtric raised his head, meeting the man's gaze and smile curling on his lips. With a sudden, audacious motion, he spat his saliva landing on the man's face, obscuring his vision. The man snarled in anger, swiftly turning away, using his hand to wipe the fluid from his face.
âThe dog is not to be fed, nor given any water. If he needs to relieve himself, he will have to fill up his own breeches. The cage is not to be opened. Have you understood me?â the sturdy man snarled at the guard before turning to leave.
âYes, lord!â the guard hastily responded and hurried after his commander.
Once the footsteps had faded away, you got out of the barrel and approached Sihtric, who greeted you with a slight grin on his face.
âWhy did you do that?â you asked locking your gaze with his.
âDid what?â Sihtric asked puzzled in return.
âWhy warning me? You could have stayed silent. I didnât hear them.â
âAnd got you caught here with me?â Sihtric smirked, a glint of amusement in his eyes âLady, you may not hold much of me, but thatâs the last thing I would wish for you. Get out of here, pretty widow. Although I donât think youâre actually a widow, are you? Just go and be cautious. You donât want to land in this wretched place with me.â
You tilted your head, observing him intently. There was no malice in his handsome face, only genuine concern, and care.
âYou understand that I will not get you out of here, do you?â you said hesitantly, and it was more like a statement than a question, âIt would be too risky, and I really have no desire to keep you company in this filthy place.â
âLady, your self-confidence is adoring, but the last thing I expect from you is a rescue mission,â Sihtric replied with a smirk, âThereâs nothing you can do about it. Besides you donât owe me anything. I can take care of myself, trust me. Now, get the hell out of here before someone else is coming,â Sihtric snapped impatiently.
You turned and headed to the stairs, with one last glance back at Sihtric, you saw him following you with his eyes and for a moment you noticed a fleeting glimpse of sadness and longing etched upon his face, tugging at your heart momentarily, but the moment was short-lived as he caught your gaze. Sihtricâs expression hardened in an instant, morphing into complete indifference as he turned his eyes away from you. Without dwelling on it further, you darted up the stairs, driven by the urgency to reach your wagon, change your appearance and make back to your room before the fortress stirred awake with the approaching dawn.
Upon finally returning to your room, you practically flung yourself onto the bed, carelessly discarding your dress onto the floor. You closed your eyes, fully aware that a mere two hours of sleep would have to suffice. You had trained yourself long enough to have short moments of sleep and to recover quickly. You had been a spy and a thief your whole life.
Your parentâs had died of the sickness when you were around 12 years old and once of a sudden you had to take care of yourself all alone. As an orphan in Lundene, survival was no easy feat, but you were cunning. Driven by hunger, you learned to steal, and you were excellent in that. Your extraordinary ability to move silently and unnoticed, gliding through the shadows, made you an exceptional thief. You started with food from the merchants in the market and soon you were stealing pouches with silver. Until you were caught. Someone more cunning than you had set a trap and you fell for it and were brought before Constantin, the King of Scotland, who happened to be visiting Lundene at the invitation of King Edward of Wessex.
Constantin had heard of the invisible and elusive thief causing havoc in Lundene, but he was taken aback when he discovered that the infamous thief was a mere fourteen-year-old girl, strong willed and with no respect to any authority at all. It was on that day that you became Constantinâs thief, his eyes, and ears in Lundene. It wasnât just the offer of silver and gold that enticed you. It was the way he approached you with respect instead of trying to threaten or intimidate you. You found yourself genuinely enjoying working for him as he proved to be a reasonable and generous master.
Initially, your assignments were relatively straightforward, stealing some parchments from monasteries and churches, which posed little challenge to you. As time went on, the assignments grew more demanding, such as stealing letters from influential noblemen. Eventually, you were entrusted with the task of pilfering important relics from Lundene's bishop and infiltrating the court of King Edward. Which you did splendidly. It was effortless for you to seduce the youngest son of Ealdorman Ethelhelm convincing him to bring you to court under the guise of being a distant relative. Youthful and beautiful, you revelled in the freedom that your extraordinary job brought you.
Constantin then dispatched you to spy on influential lords in Frankia, and upon your return, you were sent to gather valuable information from the various small kingdoms in Ireland. You never failed to deliver reliable and verified intelligence to your master, and in turn, Constantin knowing your true value rewarded you with generosity. And then came the assignment to head to Bebbanburg, a mission that would turn your life upside down. As seeing the future was not amongst your abilities, you were more than happy and eager to depart as soon as possible, completely unaware of the profound impact this task would have on your life.
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Swaymas - Chapter 6
Summary: The dreaded holidays have almost arrived, and everyone says that there is always a bit of calm before a storm...
Word count: 4.3k
Warnings: fluff mostly, sprinkled with some angst. theres some real stuff comin up so i didnt wanna make it too heavy!! however jeremy "my wIFE" swayman!!!!!!
a/n: sorry for the lack of posting the last few days. the new year has not been kind to my house, to say the least. were still truckin tho <3
One last game before the holiday. One more game before you could turn off your microphone, shut down your laptop, and put your things away for 48 hours. Or at least until you had to board a plane to Columbus, but you were trying not to think about that for a moment at least. If your life had gone the way you thought it was supposed to, youâd be married to Brian right now somewhere in the middle of the Caribbean on your honeymoon. Youâd probably be by yourself, doing the things you planned because Brian didnât actually care. Funny how life could change so quickly and look so differently than it did before. Instead you looked down at the new ring on your finger, the one given to you by Jeremy. It gave you the warm fuzzy feeling you were supposed to have when you looked at your ring.Â
You had yet to contact your parents again. You didnât really want to, you just wanted to enjoy a holiday for once and enjoy it for what it was. Being alone with your thoughts was never fun but at least it gave you time to decide that waiting until after holiday craziness would be the best way to deal with your own parents. You were in charge of your own life now, and you had tried to tell them before. They didnât care about you for you, they cared about appearances. But now you had to focus, just one more day.Â
Having to be at the rink at different times kind of sucked some days but it meant you got to come home together at the end of the night. You got to see him come in for his arrival in his holiday suit that you helped him pick out with the socks he was so excited to show off. Speaking of showing off, you hadnât slept together since that night in Vancouver. Your brain couldnât decide if it was because he wasnât actually falling for you and he only slept with you because he was just really in the mood and you were there, or if he was and now he was scared or if he didnât want to cross some kind of invisible boundary or if his head was just too in the hockey-zone or something, but he hasn't touched you like that again. Cuddling at night sure, but nothing like that. It kept that tiny little part in the back of your brain that reminded you that this whole thing wasnât real on paper.Â
Focus Y/N. You donât need to think about that right now.Â
Tonightâs game was against the Washington Capitals, and the Bruins needed a win to keep their motivation going. You didnât need to think about that right now. You were here to do your job, to help Jeremy and the team. You could figure everything else out later. You've found yourself saying that phrase a lot lately.
Tonight was all about the game.Â
As the players took the ice for warm-ups, you slipped into your usual rhythm. You caught the excitement in the air, the tension of the game that everyone could feel. The Bruins were in a good spot, but a loss tonight could throw them off course. You had a feeling they were ready for it, thoughâJeremy was determined. You could see it in his eyes, his energy as he moved through his pre-game routine.
You sat at the side, typing out notes for your upcoming report, but you couldnât help but glance over at him every now and then. There was something magnetic about him. It had always been there, but now, it felt different. You had become so used to him being around that it almost felt like heâd always been a part of your life. The routine of it was comforting, even if there were things about the relationship you werenât sure of yet. You could become so sure because of how sure he was. It was infectious, his smile. It wasnât perfect, but you werenât expecting perfection. You were both figuring it out as you went. And that was okay.
You focused on the game as it began, the puck moving up and down the ice. The energy in the arena was electric, the fans on their feet, rooting for the team. Jeremy had a strong first period, keeping the Capitals from getting too comfortable. The tension in the air was palpable, but you could see the Bruins pushing, knowing how much this game meant. By the second period, the Bruins had managed to score a couple of goals, taking the lead. The team was hungry for this win, and you could tell they werenât going to let it slip away. You couldnât help but smile when Jeremy caught your eye from across the ice. You kept each other motivated throughout the night. His look was brief but filled with meaning, a little reassurance.
You had no idea what the future held, but at that moment, it didnât matter. For now, you had the game, you had Jeremy, and you had something realâsomething that felt like it was worth fighting for. The rest of the game was a blur of plays, penalties, and cheers. In the end, the Bruins walked away with a well-earned win, the crowd roaring as they celebrated. The team skated off the ice, heading to the locker room for their post-game routine.
You stood up, feeling a strange sense of prideâpride for them, pride for the team, and maybe a little bit of pride in the fact that you were here, in this place, with Jeremy and so many of the people that you now cared about. It was hard to think that you even worked here with Brian at all. Had you ever enjoyed being here this much before? It didnât even matter anymore, you were finally starting to believe yourself.Â
You werenât the lead reporter that night, and that was fine by you. Everything was set and ready to be published on the website and where it needed to be, which meant you were now free. At least as free as the outside stressors of the world would allow you to be. For the first time in what felt like forever, you let yourself just be.
In the quick time it took to get home, Jeremy was practically carrying you inside the apartment from how tired you were. The weight of the day had finally caught up with you.Â
âI know weâre both exhausted, but just a few more minutes okay? Donât open your eyes until I tell you to.âÂ
You sighed. You didnât have the heart to tell him that surprises honestly made you really anxious but for him, maybe you could learn to enjoy them.Â
âJust a couple of minutes,â he said, a hint of excitement in his voice. âIâve got a surprise for you.â
You raised an eyebrow, a little confused but intrigued. âA surprise? You know Iâm way too tired for surprises right now, right?â
He chuckled softly. âTrust me, itâll be worth it. Just let me do this for you, okay?â
You gave him a weary but affectionate smile, deciding to play along. âFine, but youâre lucky Iâm exhausted, or Iâd totally fight you on this.â
Jeremy grinned and led you to the couch, urging you to sit down while he went to grab whatever this surprise was. Your mind was already feeling hazy from exhaustion, but you couldnât help but feel a flutter of curiosity.
A few moments later, Jeremy returned holding a small, carefully wrapped package. He placed it gently in your hands, his eyes warm with affection. âGo ahead, open it.â
You slowly unwrapped the gift, your heart skipping a beat when you saw what was inside. It was a framed photo of the two of you, taken during the Bruinsâ family skate. It wasnât just any photoâit was a candid shot of you laughing as you tried (and failed) to skate gracefully with Jeremy by your side, his hand on your back, steadying you. The joy in both of your faces, the carefree moment captured in time, made you smile. It was a snapshot of your life now, of all the things that had changed in such a short amount of time.
âJeremy... this is perfect,â you said, your voice thick with emotion. It wasnât just a pictureâit was a memory, a reminder of the laughter, the love, and the way everything was slowly falling into place. It was real. It was something to show off the two of you, in a space you now shared. This seemed to be very real to him.Â
He smiled softly, his eyes tender as he watched you. âI thought it would be nice to have something to remind us of that moment. Of yesterday, and all of the craziness recently.â
You felt your heart swell, the gesture small but so meaningful. âItâs perfect,â you whispered again, brushing your thumb over the photo frame as if trying to soak in the memory of it.
âGood,â he said, before gently taking the photo from your hands and placing it on the coffee table, before sitting down beside you. He then turned toward you, his hand lightly resting on your shoulder, a comforting weight. âBut thatâs not all, okay?â
You raised an eyebrow in curiosity but also exhaustion. âJeremy, youâre already spoiling me.â
His smile was soft as he looked at you. âJust trust me.â
He then stood up, moving around you to grab something from the other side of the room. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to keep your energy up, but Jeremy came back a moment later with a trayâon it, a steaming mug of hot tea, a small candle lit beside it, and a bowl of your favorite chocolates.
âI figured,â he began, his voice a little quieter now, âafter a long day, you might need a little more care. Something to help you unwind.â He set the tray carefully in front of you. âI know youâve been working hard, and itâs been a lot lately and now youâre in a new space, so I just wanted to make sure youâre okay.â
You blinked up at him, touched. His thoughtfulness, even after a full NHL game, never ceased to surprise you. âJeremy, you didnât have to do all of this. Iâm fine.â
âI know you are,â he said gently, âbut you deserve to take a break, too. Itâs okay to take a moment for yourself.â He sat beside you again, his hand resting on yours. âJust let me take care of you tonight, okay?â
You smiled softly, feeling your heart settle with a sense of peace you hadnât realized you were craving. âYou really are something else.â
âJust doing what feels right,â he replied, brushing his thumb over your hand with a slowness he knew you would notice. He was looking at you in a way that said something, but you didnât know what. You couldnât read him like that quite yet. âNow, drink your tea and relax. Iâm here. Whatever you need.â
As you sipped the warm tea and let the soft glow of the candle fill the room, you realized just how much his presence, his thoughtfulness, was all the holiday warmth you needed. It wasnât about the big gestures or extravagant presentsâit was the small things, the moments that made you feel seen, loved, and cared for. Youâd never been good at accepting those types of things, youâd been doing them for yourself for so long.Â
He sat next to you, massaging out the knot in your shoulder you didnât even realize was there. Each sip of the tea warms you from the inside out and helps the tension ease from you little by little. You thought it would make you more tired, but it didnât. You hadnât noticed at first, but he had put on your favorite movie. How he had even found out what that was, youâd never know, but at this point you werenât going to question his superhero methods. You guessed it was his way of performing everyday miracles, and you were going to let him. Once you were finished with your tea and chocolate, you leaned into him and let the comfortable silence settle over you.Â
âHey..psst. Where do you want to sleep? Your room or my, I mean our-â He whispered, but got confused in asking his own question.Â
âWhat?â You replied, a little out of it.
He chuckled softly at your confusion, his fingers still gently massaging your shoulder. âI donât think attempting to sleep on the couch together would be very comfortable. Do you want to sleep in your room, or should we just stay in mine? I know we shared on the road and I know itâs a weird question, but I was thinking... You know, weâve kind of been living together like this, and I just want you to be comfortable. Youâre tired and Iâm nervous, Iâm sorry.â
You blinked a few times, your brain still a little foggy from the warmth of the tea and the calm of the night. The question wasnât something youâd expected, but now that it was asked, it felt like a good one. The thought of where to sleep, of how the two of you had settled into this strange and new routine, was suddenly much more important than you realized. Being on the road and having a routine was one thing, being at home and having one was another.Â
"I mean⌠weâre kind of sharing the space already, right?" you said, your voice soft as you tried to gather your thoughts. "And itâs... been nice, the way things feel here. So maybe we should just stay here? Together, I mean. Not out in the living room. Youâve seen me naked Jer, I think weâve gone there already havenât we?"
You thought about the night you shared in Vancouver again, and how you hadnât crossed that line since. Your brain is awake now, and on high alert. The hairs on the back of your neck were standing up, and it was almost like you felt a feeling move down your spine. Â
Jeremyâs hand paused on your shoulder, his fingers stiffening for just a moment before resuming their gentle rhythm. His laugh was soft, more of an exhale than anything else, but there was something charged in the air now, something unspoken.Â
âYeah, Vancouver was⌠different,â he said quietly, almost like he was testing the waters.Â
He was the one who mentioned it by name. He called you wife and he wore the ring, but his hesitation told you that he was just as nervous as you were. He also needed reassurance.You could feel the weight of the memory creeping in. Vancouver had been unexpectedâa night where boundaries blurred in the chaos of being on the road. It had been both too much and not enough, and since then, youâd both danced carefully around it, as if pretending it hadnât happened would keep things simple.Â
Except things werenât simple anymore. Everything that had happened since youâd been back had thrown the two of you for a loop.Â
âI didnât mean to bring it up like that,â you murmured, suddenly unsure if youâd made things awkward. Â
âItâs okay,â he said quickly, his voice low and steady. âI mean, itâs not like I havenât thought about it.â Â
That caught your attention. Your gaze snapped to him, finding him looking at you with an expression that was a mix of uncertainty and something elseâsomething deeper. Â
âYouâve thought about it?â you asked, your voice quieter now, almost afraid of the answer. No, you were afraid of his answer.
He shifted, his hand falling away from your shoulder as he rubbed the back of his neck. âIâd be lying if I said I hadnât. But I didnât want to push or, like, make it weird. Itâs just⌠youâre important to me. And Vancouverâit felt important, too.â Â
The room felt impossibly quiet. You could hear your own heartbeat, feel the way your hands fidgeted against your lap. Â
âJeremyâŚâ You hesitated, unsure if you were ready to cross that line againâor if you even knew where the line was anymore. âIt was important. But I donât know what it meant. Or what it means now.â Â
He nodded, his lips pressing into a thin line. âYeah. Same here. But maybe we donât have to figure it all out tonight?â Â
There was relief in his words, and you realized it mirrored your own. He wasnât asking for answers, just honesty. Â
You managed a small smile, the tension easing just slightly. âOkay. No overthinking tonight. Just sleep.â Â
âJust sleep,â he agreed, though there was a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. Â
This time, when he stood and offered his hand, you took it without hesitation. âCome on,â he said softly, his voice warm and reassuring. âOur room, right?â Â
âYeah,â you said, letting him lead you toward the bedroom. âOur room.âÂ
The next morning, the light streaming through the curtains was soft and golden, a quiet prelude to the day ahead. The first time you and Jeremy would host a gathering togetherâofficially, as a married couple. You enjoyed that you both celebrated different holidays, and being able to learn so many new things from him. At least hosting people gave you something to do rather than sit there and be alone with your thoughts, which was never a good idea around this time of year.Â
The weight of it hit you the moment you opened your eyes. The conversation from last night lingered in your mind, threading through the dreams you couldnât quite remember. Jeremyâs words, his honesty, had settled somewhere deep, easing some of the tension you hadnât realized youâd been carrying. Beside you, Jeremy stirred, his arm instinctively reaching out to rest across your waist. His hand brushed against your hip, and when his eyes blinked open, they softened at the sight of you.
âMorning,â he murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep.
âMorning,â you replied, smiling despite yourself.
He tilted his head, studying you for a moment. âYou okay?â
You hesitated, then nodded. âYeah. Just⌠a lot on my mind.â
âDinner?â he guessed, his lips curving into a knowing smile. He brought you in closer to him, so that you were backed up against his chest. His bedroom had an amazing view of the Boston skyline, one that you werenât going to get sick of any time soon. You could lay here with him for hours if you werenât careful.
âDinner,â you confirmed, groaning as you sat up. âAnd everything else. It feels like a lot, you know? Like I have to prove something tonight.â
Jeremy sat up beside you, his hand finding yours. âYou donât have to prove anything,â he said firmly. âThis isnât a test. Itâs just us, sharing the holidays with people we care about. No one is going to question anything, especially if Charlie told anyone about seeing us in the hotelââ He gave your hand a small squeeze. âWeâre doing this as husband and wife. Thatâs it.â
You looked at him, his words grounding you. âHusband and wife,â you repeated softly, letting the weight of the phrase settle over you.
âYeah,â he said, his voice lighter now. âAnd if we burn the food or run out of booze, they can deal with it. This is about us.â
The day unfolded in a blur of preparations. Between cooking, cleaning, and setting the table, you and Jeremy moved seamlessly together, your usual rhythm punctuated with the occasional shared laugh or playful nudge. You had even managed to send your parents a quick text, saying you would meet them but not until returning from Columbus. You would take your control back, whether they wanted you to or not and they were not going to take your first enjoyable holiday away from you.Â
By the time the doorbell rang that evening, the house felt readyâcozy and warm, the soft glow of the tree lights casting a festive charm. Jeremy shot you a grin as he opened the door, greeting the first couple with an easy laugh and a handshake.
As more guests arrived, the house filled with laughter and conversation. You floated through the gathering, keeping drinks filled and plates replenished, but the nerves still lingered beneath the surface. It wasnât until Jeremy called for everyoneâs attention that you realized how much heâd noticed.
âAlright,â he said, standing in the middle of the living room with his glass raised. âBefore we get too deep into the night, I just want to say something.â
You froze, heat rushing to your cheeks.
âThis is our first time hosting as a coupleâofficially,â he said, glancing at you with a soft smile. âAnd yeah, itâs a little nerve-wracking, but Iâve got to give credit where itâs due.â
He turned fully to you, his voice steady and sure. âSheâs made this place feel like home. Sheâs part of me nowânot just because sheâs my wife, but because of who she is. I believe in her so much, and I hope she starts to believe in herself too. To Y/N!â
A ripple of agreement passed through the room, accompanied by warm smiles and clinking glasses. You felt the burn of unshed tears and shot him a look that was equal parts gratitude and exasperation.
âYou didnât have to do that,â you murmured when he crossed the room to stand beside you.
âYeah, I did,â he said, his voice low. âBecause itâs true.â
The rest of the evening unfolded in a swirl of warmth and joy, the kind that only comes from good company and the holiday season. Everyone filled the house with stories, laughter, and the occasional teasing remark that had everyone grinning. At first, you focused on the tasks at handâmaking sure plates were full, drinks were topped offâbut slowly, you began to relax, letting yourself enjoy the night as much as everyone else. Hockey didnât make for the easiest holiday season, and not everyone was able to travel home or have their families come to them. You were happy to be the place that others were able to come to, and feel like they had a home as well.Â
Jeremy was everywhere, effortlessly hosting with a mix of charm and warmth that made everyone feel welcome. He seemed to be so good at it, blending in with groups of people but then being able to cozy up in the corner with you unnoticed and make you feel comfortable. You should have known he would be right and everything would end up being fine. The world didnât always end in disaster, at least not when he was around.Â
After dinner, the group gathered in the common areas and the twinkle lights you had stolen from your apartment living room bathing the room in a low light that felt comforting to you. Someone suggested a game, and before long, the competition was in full swing. You would think that maybe a game would help them be a little more relaxed, but then again competitiveness between friends only increased when they were off the ice you had learned. Shouts of victory and exaggerated groans filled the air as Emily viciously defended her argument of the definition of the color turquoise in hues and cues. Apparently the lighting in the room needed to be adjusted for proper play.
During a quieter moment, Emily sat down beside you, nudging your arm. âYouâve outdone yourself tonight,â she said with a grin.
âThanks,â you said, though a small part of you still wasnât sure.
âNo, really,â she pressed. âYouâve got this knack for making people feel comfortable, and tonight? Youâve made it feel like home for all of us. Who knew falling on a treadmill would get you exactly where you needed to be?â
Her words stayed with you, lingering even as the evening began to wind down and guests started trickling out. You stood beside Jeremy at the door, exchanging hugs and warm holiday wishes. With each departing guest, your nerves faded a little more, replaced by a growing sense of pride. When the last couple left, the house fell into a calm quiet. You leaned against the door, letting out a long breath.
Jeremy turned to you, his face soft with a mix of pride and affection. âYou were incredible tonight,â he said, his voice warm.
You gave a small laugh, shaking your head. âWe were incredible tonight.â
He stepped closer, his hands finding your waist. âSure, we were a great team. But you made it something special. You brought everything togetherâyou made it feel like us.â
His words hit you square in the chest, their sincerity impossible to ignore.
âThank you,â you murmured, your voice quieter now. âFor saying that. For believing in me.â
Jeremy leaned in, brushing a kiss against your forehead. âAlways,â he said softly. âYouâre my wife, Y/N. Believing in you? Thatâs just part of the deal.â
âSay that again.â
âWhat?â
âThe second part.â
âMy wife?â His mouth curved up on one side, catching on to your question.
âMhmmm..â You leaned into his embrace, enjoying the space you had newly created. Tomorrow youâd host Jeremyâs family and that would be a whole different rollercoaster, but for now you just had this, and you wanted to enjoy it. His words carried a weight that felt steady and grounding, settling into the spaces you hadnât realized were still raw.
For the first time in a long while, you didnât just hear the wordsâyou felt them. And as you stood there in the glow of the twinkle lights, arms wrapped around each other, you realized that tonight wasnât just a successful dinner. It was proof that you were starting to believe in yourself, too.
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You Don't Have to Show Off For Me
Summary:
Louise and Rudy go bowling. Rudy wins, Louise deals.
Roudise Week 2024, Day 2 Prompt: Bowling/Burobu. Chosen Topic: Bowling but Burobu is mentioned.
Notes:
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Louise pulled into the parking lot of Spare Change Lanes. She was not a big bowler, but it was Rudyâs turn to pick the date and after subjecting him to âDeath Canoe Returnsâ the month before. She figured she owed him this one. Plus, the bowling alley was the only place open after nine that was appropriate for teens and Louise got stuck working late. Tina and Zeke were attending the wedding of one of Zekeâs old wrestling teammates and Gina and Holly had a show. Ultimately it was either endure bowling or reschedule. Louise hated rescheduling. So here she was.
She slammed the door of the tiny sedan Tina had generously leant her for the weekend. She prayed she would get it back in one piece. She had just finally gotten a decent amount of money in her flying lesson fund again. After rebuilding for a year post wrecking Tinaâs bike, and most of the money came from watching Kendra for an entire weekend. Something she would rather not repeat. She entered the bowling alley and spotted Rudy sitting at lane four. Along with Jessica and Megan, Kaylee and Benj, and Harley and Jodi.
âIâm joining them on four.â Louise told the attendant.
âYou must be Louise. Your little boyfriend has been waiting for you.â The attendant replied with a smile.
âUh yeah thatâs me, Louise.â Louise replied, she would kill Rudy later when there were no witnesses.
 She grabbed her shoes and walked over to where her friends waited. Jessica and Megan were sucking faces as always. Louise was happy for them, but she wished they hadnât turned into kissing Frankenstein the moment they got together. Jodi clung to her personal ball and shoes. She rarely bowled but still required her own equipment. At least she didnât Clorox the seats anymore. Louise lost her first cool jacket that way during the fifth-grade field trip. Harley was rambling about something or nothing it could go either way with her. Kaylee was doing her breathing exercises either due to the stress of being in a busy bowling alley or because Benj was leaning back in his wheelchair again.
âHey guys sorry Iâm late. I had to help close up.â Louise apologized.
âItâs OK we are just putting our names in.â Rudy replied.
Louise watched as Rudy typed her name into the computer. She grabbed a pink ball and placed it on the rack. Jessica went first. She watched her friends cycle through their first frame. Her turn came and she slowly made her way to the lane. She tried to ignore Rudyâs strike. Rudy struggled with a lot of things, but he was a damn good bowler. Gutter ball two gutter balls. Louise sighed and retreated to the snack bar. Where she ordered a slice of pizza, fries, and a root beer. She returned just in time to see Rudyâs second strike.
âYou know you donât have to impress me. You already got me.â Louise teased.
âOh, but I do.â Rudy smirked.
âOK well you made your point. I am definitely not jealous or anything like that but please tone it down.â Louise insisted.
âI am afraid I cannot. I am the Paul Rudd of bowling.â Rudy countered.
âEh?â Louise questioned.
âThe GOAT.â Rudy replied.
âYeah, well Madeline Wunch was also a GOAT.â Louise teased.
âItâs so easy to insult he because she was a strong woman.â Rudy commented.
âYou are the only person on EARTH who would defend her.â Louise laughed.
âYou defend Gina. Who is actually terrible.â Rudy reminded.
âMy sweet sibling took their chosen name from her.â Louise scoffed.
âBecause you made her. Because you were mad that Buzzfeed test said you were Gina and not Rosa. So, you screamed Gina fifty billion times until Gina took that as their name.â Rudy recalled.
âBuzzfeed LIES!â Louise screamed.
âI dunno I see it.â Rudy laughed.
âWatch it Stieblitz.â Louise hissed.
âCan we maybe talk about something other than Brooklyn 99?â Harley asked.
âI got diarrhea the other day.â Benj announced.
âYou did?! When how long?!â Jodi cried.
âRelax Jodi itâs just a side effect of one of my meds.â Benj assured.
âSo, our choices for conversations are an old police comedy or bodily functions? Delightful.â Kaylee sighed.
âWell, we could go back to talking about how Rudy is a showoff!â Louise cried.
âCome on, Louise you are a sore loser.â Rudy replied.
âI am not losing!â Louise hissed.
âOh, but you are. You have four.â Rudy laughed.
 Louise did in fact lose, badly. Not that it bothered her or anything. Everybody else headed home when the game ended but Louise and Rudy stuck around. They walked over to the arcade. Louise noticed a Burobu plush in the claw machine. She opened her purse frantically searching for quarters. She managed to find four at the very bottom. She dug them out and rolled them into the slots. Much to her dismay she did not win. She let out a disappointed sigh and turned to walk away.
âYour knight in shining armor has arrived!â Rudy cried withdrawing his wallet.
It took seven tries and twenty-eight quarters total, but Louise finally managed to win the plush. She eagerly knelt down and collected it from the shoot raising it above her head in victory. Rudy smirked and captured the moment on his phone.
âOh, this is so going on the gram.â Rudy sang.
âOver your dead body!â Louise hissed.
âYou couldnât kill me.â Rudy taunted.
âI could kill you, but I wonât.â Louise insisted.
âAnd why is that?â Rudy questioned.
âBecause I love you, idiot.â Louise sighed.
âSHE LOVES ME!â ATTENTION SPARE CHANGES LANES! LOUISE BELCHER LOVES ME! SHE SAID IT OUT LOUD!â Rudy cried, managing to get the entire thought out before needing his inhaler.
âDonât press your luck.â Louise warned by shoving her finger into his chest.
âNo take backs!â Rudy teased.
âWhatever we bowled, I got my Burobu. Now it is time to go home.â Louise replied.
âMy dad and Cherrie arenât going to be back until around one if you want to come over.â Rudy offered.
âFine but no adult stuff. We will watch one Hawk and Chick movie, and I will eat one plate of your nachos.â Louise insisted.
âDealâ Rudy agreed.
Notes:
Probably not my best work this week but I didnât have much inspiration and it was written fairly quickly.
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Pirates and Utopia pt.4
Hey Guys, so this is Part 4 of my ongoing Story. I know i says that i would Post the 4th Part soon after and i'm really sorry that it took me so Long again. But anyway I hope you enjoy this Part and i Hope that i can Post the Next Part soon :).
Summary: After you Had your strange dream you notice how much worse they get the closer you get to Utopia. But should you Tell the others? Or should you Just ignore it? What is going to happen Next?
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Another day has passed on the ship since you Had your wierd dream. And you Just can't seem to get over it. What was this dream about? And why did it seems so real? Like you saw this before.
After trying to get some Rest and thinking about the dream you become worried. What If this is going to happen in the future? Or what If you are starting to loose your memorys?
Some many questions Run through your head as you Sit on your bed and stare onto the wall. Should you maybe Talk to the Guys about the dream. But you don't wanna bother them too much.
After a few minutes of taking deep breaths and thinking about this for a while you decide to ignore it as best as you can and Not Tell the Guys about it.
You get riped Out of your thoughts as you hear a knock on your door.
"(y/n)? Are you awake?" the voice of Jongho asks.
You stand Up and Open the door to See Jongo Standing in fron of your door with a small relived Smile on His face.
"Ah good you are awake. We are having a groop Meeting in a few minutes. Hongjoong wants you to join." He says.
You nod and get ready for the meeting after Jongho left. After a few minutes i'm done changing and Walk under deck to meet the others. Some of them are already chating and talking about different stuff.
I Sit down between between Seonghwa and San and give them a small smile.
"Hey...you seem tired. Everything okay?" Seonghwa asks.
I simply nod before looking over to Hongjoong who Just came through the door. I don't know why but He doesn't seem pleased with all the noise.
He sits down at the front of the table and waits for the Other Guys to become quiet. I notice that Wooyoung and Mingi seem to have a little "fight". They are being loud and their Screaming is also bothering me. They are so loud...
San Looks over to you and notices how you seem to be annoyed with Wooyoung and Mingo being so loud. He Takes Out a small coin Out of his Pocket and flicks it onto Wooyoungs forehead.
Wooyoung wants to fight Back San but San shackes His head and geastures to you Hongjoong hoping He would finally notice how annoyed everyone is with him and Mingi "fighting".
Wooyoung sits Back and becomes quiet.
"Now that everyone settled down i can speak." Hongjoong says.
"We will arrive at Utopia tomorrow. So i want all of you to be prepared. And (y/n), don't worry, we will find you some better clothing." He says as He gives me a small smile.
I nod and Smile Back at him before looking at San who tapped my shoulder. I Look at him with a confused Look but Smile.
"Are you Sure you're okay? You seem so Out of it lately. You know that you can Talk to me If something is wrong right?" He says as He Looks at me with worry in His eyes.
I Smile and nod as i Put my Hand on His to reasure him that i'm okay.
He Smiles and goes Back to the conversation.
The Meeting ends and we all Go Back to Our cabines. San and Seonghwa Walk with me to my room while talking a bit about Utopia and how beautiful it is.
Just from their description i'm already in awe.
Utopia Sounds Like a beautiful Island. I'm so excidet to See what it actually Looks Like.
"Try to get some good sleep in. You will need the Energy when we arrive in Utopia." Seonghwa says.
"He's right. Try to sleep and Rest as much as you can until we arrive." San answers.
I nod and give them a Smile before giving each of them a quick kiss on the cheek before disapearing in my room to sleep and Rest as much as i can.
The Next day.
I wake Up the Next morning relived that the night is over. I barely Got any sleep and the Nightmare Got so much worse and brutal.
My mind is racing and my head hurts. I'm so tired. If i have to guess i only slept for 4 hours at max.
I get Out of bed and throw on San's Shirt He gave me. It's so big that it baseicly works as a Dress. I Smile and Walk onto the Deck to meet the others already ready to leave.
"There you are!" Yeosang Cheers as He Sees me.
"Good to See you awake princess." Seonghwa says with a big Smile on His face.
I Walk Up to them with a big smile.
But then suddenly i hear-
(y/n)
I freeze. There is it again! This voice that keeps calling my Name. I shacke my head to kepp calm and ignore it as best as i can. But it Just keeps calling my Name louder and louder each time.
Come to me!
I'm waiting for you. Come to me!
Hey, so this was Part 4 of Pirates and Utopia! I Hope you enjoy and please give some Feedback to Help me improve my writing. It would really Help me.
Thank you Guys and until Next time!
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Have you read this fic, inspired by your post, yet? đĽş
Hello there!
So sorry this is such a late reply!!!
Yes, I have! I actually forgot that was something I came up with arguratriaiutartu until I read the summary and I was like "Wait, that sounds familiar??" I am honored (and literally so happy cause of the attention lollllllll) that my post not only made it into the prompt fest but you fulfilled it!!!
It is such a sad, beautiful fic. Good work to the author!!!
This exchange: âI didnât quite catch the name, however he left the premises without incident.â The nurse smiled as though this news would be a relief to Hawk. âHe wonât be coming back anytime soon, not like that at least.â
Hawk felt himself nod absentmindedly. âTimothy Laughlin. That was his name, he was a coworker of mine,â he said in a soft voice. âTim.â
makes me so emotional and also feral especially because the nurse is implying Tim was asked to leave???? Which I, of course, get because you have this young man who is quite clearly Breaking Down in the maternity ward of a hospital and... that is not an ideal situation. I understand why they would want him to leave even though I also know Tim and I know he wouldn't hurt a fly unless he was provoked. (Did you know I'm Tim's mom?) But then Hawk is STILL protecting him!!!! He's like "Yes, I know him. I know his name. He's fine. We used to work together."
This line:
Tim was hard to pin down and oftentimes made things difficult. He was Hawkâs favorite burden, a well loved stone you leave on the journey home because no matter how pretty it is, at the end of the day, it still weighs you down.
got me by the throat. I had to actually take a breath after reading it. Because it perfectly describes their relationship at that point, doesn't it? Hawk loves Tim so much but he has to leave him behind.
I need to lie down.
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Cheap Motel
Title: Cheap Motel
Pairing: Destiel
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Sex. Just. All the sex.
Summary: Almost nine months ago, Dean and Cas met in the cafeteria at Caspar High and the rest was history. They fell in love, they fought monsters togetherâand then Deanâs dad yanked him off to the next job, leaving Cas behind. Now, Dean and Cas meet up for the first time in seven long months of being apart, of texting and phone calls and video chats, to try to make up for lost time and stock up memories over the course of a too-short weekend in a cheap motel in Amarillo, Texas.
Notes: To anyone coming into this blind, I highly recommend that you read Horror High before this fic or Cheap Motel wonât make a lick of sense. :D
I said I was going to wait two weeks to post Cheap Motel, but then I got impatient and now Iâm posting it a week early! :D (Iâll post the next one next week, I guess.)
Itâs literally just 34 pages of 12-point Arial font worth of smut. Top!Dean and Bottom!Cas, same as Horror High was. Sorry, thatâs just how I like them. Just⌠just get used to Top!Dean and Bottom!Cas from me (mostly) if you like my SPN writing, itâs going to be a theme. Not that almost anyone DOES like my SPN writing, but you know, just a warning.
I arbitrarily decided that Dean was travelling from Sacramento, California and since Cas was still in Jacksonville, Florida, I just picked a city that was kind of in-between the two. Hence, Amarillo, Texas. I also actually looked up how long it would take to drive from Jacksonville to Amarillo, and google told me 20 hours, so since Cas is taking the bus, I added on 4 hours for stops and layovers. See me doing actual research?
I know nothing about Amarillo, Texas, I have never been there, so almost everything is just made up, same as all the Jacksonville stuff was made up in Horror High. They do have a botanical garden, though! Anyway, I am Canadian, and I am poor, so I canât afford to travel to all these places for research, even though I would love to. :P
The whole 1426 F Street in Sacramento, California deal is actually a THING, I am a True Crime fan and itâs one of my favorites. Go look up Dorothea Puente. Sheâs fascinating and horrifying at the same time. If any house is haunted, hers is!
Philâs is actually a diner that is local-ish to where I live and does, in fact, have AMAZING hamburgers/cheeseburgers. Technically theyâre an hour drive away but I will MAKE THAT JOURNEY just for one of their burgers. SO GOOD. If you are ever in Penetanguishene, ON, Canada, GO THERE YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT.
Also, I am perfectly aware that no one is going to read this, just like no one really read Horror High, I basically just wrote it for myself. If anyone DOES read it, consider dropping me a comment and/or kudos, I thrive on feedback. Can also be read on AO3. <3
HORROR HIGH et al TUMBLR MASTER POST HERE.
CHEAP MOTEL By Senashenta
[Southcrest Inn, 129 Cactus Drive, room 7]
Cas looked at the brief instructions on his phone and then up at the motel in front of him. It wasnât that he was skeptical, he knew the Winchesters chose cheap, often run-down motels to keep a low profile, it was just that the place was so very run-down. It looked like it shouldnât even be in business anymore. Like it would blow over at the slightest breeze.
But the neon sign out from was blinking Southcrest Inn: Vacancies and there were a couple of cars in the parking lot, so Cas just hummed to himself, hiked his backpack up on his shoulder and made his way closer, down the row of rooms until he reached the one with the number seven haphazardly tacked to the door.
Cas had been on a Greyhound busâor, rather, a series of Greyhound bussesâfor the last twenty-four hours. He had left Jacksonville late Thursday night, basically sneaking out of the house with nothing but a note left for his father that he was taking off for the weekend and would be back Monday night. His father wouldnât be angry that he had ducked out for the weekend, since it was the middle of summer break and his first semester at Florida State didnât start until September, but Cas really hadnât wanted any safety lectures.
Now, he knocked on the door to room number seven almost hesitantlyâthen knocked again, louder, a minute later. When he listened carefully, he could hear movement inside, the frantic shuffling of items, and smiled to himself. He was just about to knock a third time when the door flew open and an arm shot outâa hand grabbed at the front of his shirt and he was yanked into the room, the door slammed shut behind him.
Then his backpack was pulled out of his grasp and discarded to the side, and he was shoved back against the now-closed door, a body pressing close to him and lips finding his own, kissing him hard and deep and passionately. Cas just allowed it all, kissing back in kind until a long moment later when he was finally allowed to breathe again.
Cas smiled widely at Dean. âHi.â
Dean grinned back. âHi, yourself.â
Cas pushed him back to armsâ length to look him over: same ripped blue jeans, same grey t-shirt, same flannel, same pendant, same adorably tousled hair, same green eyes. Nothing had changed. Good. âYouâre still wearing your braceletâah. Cuff.â He observed, obviously pleased.
âOf course I am.â Dean ran his hand over the wrist cuff in question with a smile, âyou gave it to me. Itâs one of the few special things I own. I only take it off to shower.â And then, to explain; âdonât wanna ruin the leather.â
âMakes sense.â Casâs smile widened and his grip on Dean tightened slightlyâthen he pulled the other man back against himself, wrapping his arms around Deanâs neck and tugging him in for another kiss. âI missed you.â
âMmhm.â Dean agreed against his lips, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, pushing Cas back against the door again. He brought his hands up to rest by Casâs hips, kneading there restlessly before sliding his palms up the other manâs sides to his chest and farther to push Casâs trench coat down off his shoulders.
Cas shrugged out of it easily, leaving it to fall to the floor. Then he let his hands come down to shove at the flannel overshirt Dean was wearing. âOff.â
Dean let go of him long enough to shrug out of it, then returned to letting his hands rub up and down Casâs sidesâthen under his shirt, fingers dragging against his skin. Cas let his head fall back against the door and Dean dove in to kiss along his exposed throat immediately.
A soft groan and Cas swallowed thickly. âDean, come on. Can we at least find a bed?â
âThe bed here is shit.â Dean muttered, still mouthing along Casâs neck, âprepare to be disappointed.â
âI guarantee you nothing about this will be disappointing.â Cas replied with a chuckle, even as Deanâs arms snaked around his waist and the older man pulled him away from the door, backing farther into the room, over toward the bed in question.
Cas followed along easily, ducking in for another kiss as they movedâthen yelped out a surprised noise when Deanâs knees hit the edge of the mattress and he tumbled backward, pulling Cas along with him. Cas landed on top of him with a laugh and ducked his head to kiss at the crook of Deanâs neck. Dean squirmed, trying to work them farther up the mattress with little success.
âDude, get off me so we can do this right.â
âI feel like that sentence entirely contradicts itself, Dean.â
Still, Cas climbed off Dean and watched the other man shimmy his way into the proper spot on the bed before climbing back on himself, crawling over to lean over Dean for another kiss. Dean just grabbed at him and pulled Cas down on top of himselfâand Cas threw a leg over his boyfriend, settling straddling his hips. He sat back and smiled down at Dean.
âThis is much better, isnât it?â
âYeah,â Deanâs voice came out the slightest bit strained and his hands rested on Casâs thighs, kneading there restlessly. âMuch better.â But then he grinned and added, âyou know what they call this? The full cowgirl.â Followed by a pause before; âcowboy, I guess.â
Cas blinked down at him and just leaned down to kiss him again. âYouâre talking nonsense. You often do that when we have sex.â
âI do not.â Dean protested against his lips, âyou just donât get the reference.â
âThat is entirely possible.â The younger man agreed. He began tugging at Deanâs t-shirt, pushing it up as much as he could. âTake this off.â
Dean didnât complain, instead just leaning up and tugging his shirt off, tossing it to the side before looking at Cas expectantlyâCas chuckled and pulled his own shirt over his head, getting rid of it as well, and Deanâs hands slid away from his thighs, wandering to his abdomen, then further up his torso, just feeling out his skin warmly.
Cas, meanwhile, reached to undo Deanâs jeansâthough he couldnât exactly get them off the older man sitting on him as he was. So, he lifted up onto his knees and then eased away, ending up sitting on the bed beside Dean instead. Dean absolutely pouted at him, and it was absolutely adorable.
âJust take your pants off.â Cas told him, amused.
Dean didnât need to be told twice. He quickly shucked out of his pants and boxers, then waited while Cas finally shifted over to stand up off the bed, kicked his shoes off (finally) and then got out of his own jeans and boxers before turning around and crawling back onto the mattress, up to settle half-over Dean, leaning down to kiss him once more.
The older man brought one hand up to cup the side of Casâs neck, holding there as he deepened the kissâand at the same time slid his other hand down to wrap his fingers around Casâs half-hard cock. Cas muffled a moan against Deanâs lips, hardening up the rest of the way quickly, rocking his hips into the touch. Dean gave a soft chuckle. âJust from a little touch like that?â
Cas bit at Deanâs lower lip gently and muttered, âitâs been seven months, Dean.â He had missed Deanâs touch. His own just wasnât as⌠satisfactory anymore. âDid you bring stuff? Because if you didnât, I did.â
âYou mean condoms and lube?â Dean let his head fall back with a laugh and regarded Cas with obvious amusement. âOf course I did.â
âYou should go get them now, Dean.â Cas rocked his hips against Deanâs hand again but followed that up by reaching down to push it away from him. He shifted back once more, this time rolling onto his back beside where Dean was laying. He looked sideways at Dean and raised his eyebrows, waiting.
While Dean hurried to get out of the bed and across the room to the dresser, Cas slid one of his hands down to stroke at his own cock, back arched slightly and breath starting to come faster. From across the room, he heard Dean curse and Cas gave a breathless laugh at the sound but didnât stop what he was doing.
Barely a few seconds later and the mattress was dipping again as Dean climbed back into the bed. Cas didnât open his eyes or stop stroking himself off until Dean settled over him and pulled Casâs hand away, replacing it with his own. And it really felt so much better that wayâwith Dean doing the touching instead of himself.
âYouâre still hot as hell.â Dean muttered against Casâs throat, âdonât know how I got so damned lucky.â
âIâahâfeel the same way about you.â Cas gasped outâand turned his head to kiss Dean, hot and wanting, before breaking off with a moan. âGod, Dean⌠come onâŚ!â
But Dean was way ahead of him, already letting go of Casâs cock and grabbing for the lubricant, slathering it on the fingers of his right hand and then tossing the tube onto the bedside table where it would be out of the way. Then he patted a hand against one of Casâs hips, urging him to part his legsâwhich Cas did, easily and without question, head back and already breathing hard.
When Dean pushed the first finger into Casâs body, Cas hissed, nearly flinched, and Dean paused, glancing up at him to comment, âyou really havenât been with anyone else since I left, have you?â
Cas gave him a look that Dean returned with a cheeky grin. âOf course not. You know I would neverâŚâ And then; âitâs just practically new again after all this time, give me a minute to adjust, Dean.â
Dean eased his finger deeper even as he slid up to look Cas in the eyes. âIâm sorry.â He apologized, âI didnât mean it like that. I know you and I are exclusive. Just⌠sometimes itâs hard to believe that someone like you would wait around for someone like me. Especially for so long.â Leaning down, he kissed Cas softly, even as he began moving his hand, gently, carefully; âI havenât been with anyone else, either, just in case you were wondering.â
âI wasnât wondering,â Cas offered a little smile, his hips shifting slightly and one hand sliding down to palm at his own cock again. âI know youâre faithful. I trust youâah!â A small gasp when Dean barely grazed his prostate and Cas let his head fall back, âokay, yeah, Iâd almost forgotten about thatâŚ!â
âYour prostate?â Dean asked smugly.
Cas nodded, head still backâthen gasped again, loudly this time, when Dean pushed a second finger into him and immediately eased deep to drag the pads of his fingers across the nerve bundle in question. Cas grabbed at the sheets with his free hand and moaned, the faint discomfort from the stretching completely forgotten now. âGod, you didnât forget where it is!â
âI have an awesome memory.â Dean chuckled, and leaned down to mouth along Casâs exposed throat, even as he continued stretching him out, purposefully rubbing against his prostate as much as possible.
âYou really do, Iâoh, God, Dean!â Casâs voice came out high and loud and it made Dean laugh against his skin. The younger man arched and panted and finally brought both hands up to grab at Dean almost desperately, âIâm readyâIâm ready! Please, Dean, just⌠Iâm readyâŚ!â
Dean actually had the gall to smirk and ask, âare you sure? It has been seven monthsâŚâ
Cas had to bite his own lip hard to muffle a too-loud shout when Dean followed that up by a particularly good push against his sweet spot. He sucked in a shaky breath and smacked one hand against Deanâs side. âDean, please justâfuck me already!â
Cas wasnât known to swear very much, especially the more serious words like âfuckâ, and Dean actually blinked down at him in surprise for just a moment before pulling his hand away, licking his lips absently and reaching for a condom. He ripped it open and rolled it onto his own straining dick while Cas attempted to collect himself a little, head still back and breathing hard.
Once he was ready, Dean settled himself between Casâs legs and reached to pull Cas into a kiss, even as he pushed his cock into the other man. Cas moaned against Deanâs mouth and Dean gave a low groan in response. The two of them were still for a long moment, just breathing togetherâand then Cas wrapped his legs around Deanâs hips and his hands slid up to grip at the back of Deanâs shoulders. âMove, Dean, ahâŚ!â
Dean didnât need to be told again. He ducked in to kiss Cas once more and rolled his hips, fucking himself into the younger manâs body and rocking his hips to start up a rhythm, his thrusts deep and hardâand perfect, as far as Cas was concerned; but then he didnât think this could be anything but perfect.
For his part, Cas just dug his fingers into Deanâs back and met the older manâs thrusts with the rocking of his own hips, hot, kinetic and just this side of rough. They fucked deeply, thoroughly, in a totally full-bodied way that easily conveyed just how long they had been apart, how much they had missed each otherâthey kissed and touched and moved together with obvious longing.
The shitty motel bed held up, though it creaked and groaned loudly under them. It would have been comical in any other situation. For now, they both ignored it. Dean ducked to bury his face in the crook of Casâs neck and Cas threw his head back against the pillows, gasping for air, dragging his nails down Deanâs back. Dean hissed out a curse but didnât stop moving, biting down on Casâs shoulder just a little more than gently in response, totally lost in the moment.
It couldnât last forever, though. Eventually Dean eased a hand between them to start jerking at Casâs cock along with his thrusts, and after that it was only another couple moments before Cas was coming, arching and tensing with a sharp cry, still gripping hard at Deanâs back.
When Cas tensed up, he clamped down on Dean inside him and the older man gave a grunt at the feeling, his movements getting sharper and jerky, falling out of rhythm until he tumbled over the edge as well, coming with a low moan, muffled into Casâs shoulder. Another couple of short thrusts, almost cursory, and Dean slumped over Cas to pant by his ear with a grin. âI, ah⌠I definitely missed that.â
Cas gave a breathless laugh. âMe too.â
ââŚI think you scratched my back up.â
âWell, you bit me, so letâs call it even.â
âMmm⌠yeah, I guess I can go with that plan.â
âI think that was the best sex Iâve ever had. Weâve ever had.â
âIt must have been, you havenât even told me to get out of you yet.â
ââŚDean.â
âOkay, okay.â
-- --
Some time later, Cas found himself laying on his stomach with his arms crossed under his head, smiling at Dean, who was laying beside him, propped on his side with his head in his hand. His other hand, meanwhile, stroked up and down Casâ bare back, just petting along his spine gently, making Cas arch into the feeling. âI told you the bed would be disappointing.â Dean commented idly.
Cas laughed. âMaybe a little.â He conceded, âbut everything else was perfect.â
âYeah, it really was, wasnât it?â Dean continued petting along his back, the touches gentle and affectionate. Eventually he dipped to touch his fingers along the scars that striped across Casâ ribs and commented, âthese healed up nicely.â
âMm.â Cas agreed. The wounds the jorogumo had given him had left behind two long parallel scars that ran along his ribs, from the front of his ribcage almost to his spine. They didnât hurt anymore, though, and would fade out naturally over time. âIâm⌠still trying to figure out what to tell my Father.â His father hadnât seen the marks yet, miraculously, but it was probably an inevitability, all things considered. Cas didnât know what to tell him that didnât involve fighting giant spider-ladies with his Hunter boyfriend. âIâm open to suggestions.â
âI donât know, Cas, I never have to explain my scars to family members. This is outside my expertise.â
âI was afraid of that.â A tiny frown, then; âare you still angry?â
Dean looked at him for a long moment before admitting, âa little. You got hurt for me, Cas. You never should have been there.â
âBut I couldnât let you go in alone.â Cas murmured, blue eyes sharp and serious. âWithout backup. Thatâs⌠you could have really gotten hurt, Dean, and the thought of thatâŚâ
âBut you did get hurt!â Dean insisted, his hand resting over the scars now, kneading there restlessly; âI thought you were going to die for a minute, do you have any idea what that did to me?!â
Cas winced, glancing away. He knew. Dean loved him, and if he had died the other man would never have been the same. âIââ He began, then swallowed before finishing softly, âIâm sorry, Dean.â
âI know you are, just⌠seeing the scars again isâŚâ The older man trailed off, then pushed forward, shoving Cas onto his back and settling over him, a comfortable weight. Cas blinked up at him before lifting his arms to wrap them around Deanâs neck and pulling him down for a kiss. When they broke apart again, Dean frowned at him and muttered, âit scared the shit out of me, Cas. Promise me youâll never do anything stupid like that again.â
âYou already made me promise that, remember?â
âPromise again.â
Cas tilted his head and kissed Dean again, just gently, then offered what he hoped was a reassuring smile; âI promise.â
Dean looked down at him appraisingly. Then he just ducked his head to kiss along Casâs collar bone, the entire thing dismissed for now, and asked against the other manâs skin, âso, whatâs with the trench coat?â, changing the topic entirely.
Cas hummed and let his head fall back, enjoying the kisses. âMy Father got it for me for my birthday. I actually kind of like it.â
âYouâre a weird guy.â
âI know.â
âWhat else did you get for your birthday?â
âJody baked a cake,â Cas shrugged and dragged one hand up to thread his fingers into Deanâs hair, âand Charlie made me a bracelet.â
âYeah, I noticed that when we were taking your clothes off,â Dean grinned up at him, âitâs nice.â
âTheyâre protection stones, she said.â
âBlack tourmaline and black obsidian, mm.â He had gone back to kissing across Casâs chest, now, the words a little muffled.
âHow can you tell the difference?â Cas lifted his arm to look at the bracelet in question; it was made up of medium-sized, round, black gemstones with little blue colored spacer beads in-betweenâthe same color as his eyes. âThey all just look black to me.â
Dean shrugged. âA lifetime of training in all things spooky.â
âI guess thatâs true.â Cas conceded. Dean paused to lick over one of his nipples and Cas arched into it with a soft gasp, hand flying back to Deanâs hair; âandâahâGarth got me a kitten, he says because I look grumpy and âyou canât have a kitten and be grumpy.â My Father actually let me keep it, he even got me an automatic litter box and feeder for it. Thatâs the only reason I could come meet up with you, because I know itâs still being fed and cleaned up after. Itsâ name is Marshmallow.â Then, to clarify; âI did not name the kitten, Garth did.â
âCats make me sneeze, but Iâm sure itâs adorable.â Dean chuckled.
âActually, Marshmallow also has a grumpy face.â Cas frowned a little, âI donât know what Garth was thinking.â
This time Dean laughed, dropping his head to bury his face in Casâs chest. âYouâre the actual best. I know we already covered this, but you have no idea how much I missed you, Cas.â
âJo got me a gift certificate for Magickal Things,â Cas continued on, ignoring Deanâs little outburst for now; âand Kevin got me a really interesting book on metaphysics.â Then he added, âI also got a message from you on my birthday, that was my favorite thing.â He smiled when Dean looked up at him again; âI missed you, too, Dean. So much.â
Dean leaned up for a kiss. âIâm sorry I couldnât be there for your birthday.â
Cas just hummed against Deanâs lips. âItâs okay. I understand. You were busy, and your job is important.â
A sigh from Dean. âIâm glad you have friends to keep you company.â
âIt can be nice.â Cas admitted, âexcept when they want me to do social things, like go to parties. Charlie is particularly bad for that.â
A snort. âI canât even imagine you at a party.â
âThatâs what I try to tell them, but they are being purposefully deaf.â
âHey, Cas?â
âMm?â
Dean nuzzled into Casâ neck just under his jaw and murmured, âI love you.â
A soft smile. âI love you, too, Dean.â
âSeven months is a long time.â
âA very long time, yes. We shouldnât let it go so long before meeting up again.â
âThis was the soonest I could get away from Dad and Sam,â Dean sighed and kissed down along Casâ neck to his shoulder, nipping there lightly just to make him squirm. He smirked to himself when it worked.
âI know,â Cas shifted under him, one hand sliding up to rub along his side, âI didnât even tell my Father I was coming here. I just⌠left. Heâs going to be disappointed in me.â
Dean was working his way downward again, kissing over Casâ clavicle to lick across a nipple once more, making the younger man gasp. âYouâre technically an adult now,â he pointed out, âyou can take off on your own for a weekend, itâs fine.â
âI think⌠ah.â Cas let his head fall back, arching against Deanâs mouth as it continued southward. âI think my Father will see it differently⌠especially⌠especially if he finds out I left to meet up with you forâfor sexâŚ!â Dean was sucking a little bruise just under his navel, and Cas grabbed at the other manâs hair for purchase, âGod, DeanâŚ!â
âYouâre allowed to get laid once in a while, Cas,â Dean chuckled. He had paused to regard the small bruise heâd pulled up with self-satisfaction and ducked in to lick across it lightly. Cas slumped a bit during this apparent reprieveâonly to gasp and arch a moment later when Deanâs tongue swiped over the head of his already straining dick.
This wasnât something they had done often, yetâoral sex. Not that they didnât both enjoy it, they just tended not to go for blowjobs when they could have the real thing. Dean had only gone down on him once before, and Cas knew he had never been with any other men that way.
But what Dean lacked in experience, in this case, he made up for in enthusiasmâhe licked up along the underside of Casâs dick, then let the tip slide past his lips as he began to suck, easing deeper as he went until he had all of Casâs cock in his mouth and Cas was trying desperately not to writhe under him, pulling at his hair without even meaning to.
With his mouth full, Dean just grunted at the hair pullingâbut allowed it, instead focusing on what he was doing, beginning to bob his head, sucking up and down Casâs cock, swirling his tongue against the head when he was pulled off nearly all the way before sinking back down again, as deep as he could go without choking.
Dean may not have given many blowjobs in his time, but heâd received his fair share, and he really did have an awesome memory, it was true. Now he worked Cas over like a professional, slick and messy and leaving the younger man gasping for air and fighting hard against the urge to thrust himself even deeper into Deanâs plush mouth.
Instead, he brought one hand up to muffle himself a bit and pulled even harder at Deanâs hairâwhich finally got Dean to pull off his cock just long enough to cough out, âweâve talked about the hair pulling thing, Casââand then he just dove back in, gulping Cas down and continuing to suck him off with obvious enthusiasm. Cas gasped out an apology and loosened his grip on Deanâs hair.
But his climax was building steadily, and it was only another couple of minutes before Cas came with a shout, throwing his head back and tugging at Deanâs hair again, pulling as he panted breathlesslyâand then immediately released Dean to fumble for the beside table where the lube had been previously discarded, grabbing the tube with shaky fingers and shoving it down in Deanâs direction.
Dean looked up at him, still pulling off his cock, swallowing and licking his lips, and made a surprised noise. âAre you sure? You justââ
âI am fully aware that I just.â Cas replied, still breathing hard, âbut you havenât yet, and I want you inside me.â
âButââ
âDean, please.â
Deanâs expression shifted from surprise to amusement, and he quickly reached to nick the lube from Casâs hand. âWeâre gonna be too exhausted to even go out for food later, at this rate.â
âI am completely okay with that.â Cas dropped his head back onto the pillow again, adjusting himself when Dean nudged at him to get his legs up and then swallowing a too-loud moan when the older man prodded at him gently with slicked-up fingers before just sliding two into him immediately, pushing deep with no preamble. He was still loose from earlier, apparently.
Good. That was good. Becauseâ
Cas pushed up abruptly, sitting and reaching to shove Dean over onto his back. Dean went down with a squawk and some slight flailing, but landed with a laugh, grinning while he watched Cas sling a leg over him and settle straddling his hips. He brought his hands up to rest against Casâs thighs and swallowed slightly. âSo, this is gonna be new.â
âYeah,â Cas agreed, then; âis it okay?â
âMore than okay.â Dean continued grinning up at him⌠then groaned softly when Cas shifted in his lap. âAh, CasâŚâ
Dean was painfully, obviously hard under him, though Cas was still recovering from coming just a couple of minutes before. Still. He could do this. So, Cas just licked his lips absently and lifted up onto his knees, reaching down to hold Deanâs cock steady before lining up and lowering himself onto it slowly. There was some stretching involved, but it was mostly a pleasant burn as he sank down over Dean with a low, breathy moan.
Once he was properly seated in Deanâs lap again, Cas took a moment, eyes closed and hands braced on Deanâs abdomen, feeling the unsteady way the older man was breathing. Dean was watching him, green gaze heated and wanting, hands kneading at Casâs thighs restlessly.
After a brief pause, Cas opened his own eyes again, bit at his lower lip lightly, and started moving, rocking his hips in little, careful movements to begin with, testing the waters. Dean huffed out a groan but didnât stop watching him, positively enraptured by what he was seeing. âGod, Cas, you areâŚâ
Casâs brows drew together slightly, and he sighed out a moan, starting to rock his hips faster, more urgently, loving the feeling of Dean inside him. âIâm whatâŚ?â
âIncredible.â Dean groaned the words, and rocked his hips up against Casâs gently, barely more than a nudge, still letting Cas set the pace despite the urge to fuck up into the younger man harder, faster. âYouâre incredible.â
âSo are⌠mmh⌠so are you, though⌠ahâŚ!â  Cas was hard again, now, too, and shifted himself a bit to start rolling his hips instead of rocking them, lifting up on his knees a little on the forward and dropping down on the backâand suddenly Dean was moaning, having trouble keeping his eyes open to watch Casâs movements over him.
For his part, Cas was starting to pant now, kneading his hands against Deanâs abdomen as he continued moving, his own cock throbbing against his stomach. Dean just continued holding tight to Casâs thighs and started thrusting his hips up into Cas to meet Casâs drops downward. Cas threw his head back with a cry and all Dean wanted to do was bite along the other manâs neck. He resisted the urge to pull Cas down and do just that.
Seeing Cas like this, completely unrestrained, entirely debauched, was almost more than Dean could takeâhe finally had to shut his eyes and mentally count to ten, even as he was cursing under his breath, still fucking up into Cas, because if he didnât? He was going to come immediately and end things far too soon.
Casâs hands finally slid against Deanâs skin, up to brace against his chest instead so he was leaning over the older manâand Dean moved his own hands to grab at Casâs hips, fingers digging in, liable to leave little purple bruises in their wake. The motel bed was loudly protesting their movements this time, but they ignored it entirely, the creaking just mixed in with their panted moans and groans.
Arms beginning to shake slightly, Cas continued fucking himself on Deanâs cock, hard and hot, gasping out little moans with every exhale, eyes closed and fingers gripping hard against Deanâs chest⌠until he moved one hand down to fist his own aching dick and start to stroke, jerking himself off in time with their rhythm. It was tricky to get everything lined up, at first, but he figured out the timing quickly.
Dean had opened his eyes again, just in time to moan out a curse at the sight, and dug his nails into Casâs hips, redoubling his thrusts up into the younger man. âShitâCasâ!"
Cas nodded his head in agreement, mostly mutely, panting, still stroking himself and closeâso close.
When he finally came, it was with a bitten-out curse, spilling sticky come all across Deanâs abdomen. But instead of collapsing immediately, Cas pushed himself back up to a proper seated position and continued rolling his hips along with Dean, panting as one hand came up to swipe his own hair back off his forehead. He was trying to catch his breath but still fucking himself on Deanâs cock, so it was proving to be a little difficult to get the oxygen.
Dean just licked his lips absently. He was so close himself that watching Cas sit back up and go right back to riding him was enough to shove him over the edge after another brief moment. He grabbed even harder at Casâs hips to hold him still and came deep inside the other man with a low moan.
They were both still for a few seconds after that before Dean collapsed back and Cas slumped down onto him, forehead pressing into the middle of Deanâs chest. âI thinkâŚâ He panted, half-muffled, âwe⌠forgot⌠the condom.â
âWe, ah⌠definitely did.â Dean rubbed one hand down Casâs back, still breathing hard himself. âIt felt fantastic⌠butâŚâ
Cas nodded, his hair mussing against Deanâs chest, and after another moment he pushed himself up and lifted off of Dean, rolling to the side to sprawl out next to him instead. âLike I told you⌠I havenât been with anyone else⌠like, ever⌠soâŚâ He turned his head to look at Dean, then shuffled to tuck himself into the older manâs side. âI know you donât⌠youâre not comfortable with⌠I mean. I know the condom thing is important to you. Iâm sorry.â
Dean adjusted to let Cas settle against him, wrapping his arm around him and squeezing gently. âI think⌠itâs okay.â He allowed after a brief pause, then; âweâre exclusive, and I trust you. And itâs way too late now, so. Thereâs that.â Tipping his head, he pressed a kiss to Casâs forehead. âNo regrets with you, Cas. Thatâs what Iâve decided.â
âNo regrets.â Cas repeated in a murmur. âDefinitely.â
âMmmmmmâŚ!â Dean stretched a little and then trailed his fingers through the mess of come on his abdomen before bringing them up to lick at them almost absently, âso now that youâve thoroughly fucked my brains out, how about we get cleaned up and go out for some food?â
âI think technically you were still doing the, ah⌠fucking.â Cas was back to hesitating over that word, much to Deanâs amusement. He watched Dean licking at his fingers almost curiously but didnât say anything. âBut yes, that sounds like a good plan to me.â
Dean didnât move right away, eyes drifting to the ceilingâand then he grinned. âThat was unbelievably hot, Cas.â
Cas shifted against his side. âI donât know what got into me.â He muttered.
âBesides me?â
âDean.â
âJoking, joking.â Dean rubbed a hand along Casâs side and tipped his head to smile at him, âseriously though, I canât believe I ever got so damn lucky. Youâre smart and youâre sexy, and you love me for some reasonâŚâ
âFor all the reasons.â Cas corrected him.
A laugh. âI feel the same way about you.â
âI know.â The younger man tilted his head to drop a kiss by Deanâs jaw, then pushed himself to sit up, stifling a little yawn at the same time. Heâd only been there a short while and heâd already racked up three orgasms, soon he would have to take a napâor just keep going until he just flat-out fainted. That actually wasnât an entirely unappealing option, all things considered. Now Cas just looked down at Dean and asked, âweâre getting cleaned up for food, right? If this is going to keep happening for the next two days weâre going to need our strength.â
A chuckle and Dean grinned up at him, âyou have a point, there, Cas. You definitely have a point.â
-- --
There was a diner just down the street, Philâs, that the motel manager had apparently recommended to Dean when he had checked in the night before. Philâs reminded Cas a lot of Maggieâs from back home in Jacksonville, minus the jukebox. It was clean, somewhat tastefully decorated, and had a typical diner menuâat least according to Dean. Cas wasnât as up on his diner food as the other man, so he just took his word for it.
They both ordered burgers and fries. Cas ordered a cola and Dean splurged on a chocolate milkshake. He asked if they had pie and was mildly disappointed to be told that they were currently sold out; apparently it was popular.
âIâll give you something better than pie when we get back to the motel.â Cas told him finally, when Dean continued to pout over it. Deanâs mouth immediately tilted into a smirk and Cas rolled his eyes, but allowed, âas long as you donât steal all my fries this time.â
When their food arrived, they were both thrilled to discover that Philâs had absolutely fabulous burgers, and not too bad fries, either. This time it wasnât just Dean that ate with gusto, Cas nearly wolfed his food down as well, practically starving after the past few hours. Dean was privately amused at the sightâand at the reasons he knew were behind it.
âDo you still get that ringing in your ears?â Dean asked around a bite of burger. âTin⌠whatever.â
âTinnitus.â Cas looked up from his fries with his eyebrows pinched together slightly. âAnd yes. Thatâs what the doctors call it, anyway. From hitting my head. But it sounds more like⌠voices, whispering. To me. But I canât quite make out what theyâre saying.â A frown and he sighed, âwhen I told my Father, he said it was angels talking to me. Called it Angel Radio. I think he thought he was being funny, butâŚâ
âYou didnât get the ha-ha.â Dean finished for him.
âExactly,â Cas agreed, flicking a fry across his plate. He shrugged and took another large bite of his burger, almost finished it already. âIt comes and goes,â He continued, mouth half-full, âso itâs not so bad, but itâs really annoying when it is around. Almost painful sometimes. Not something to joke about.â
âYou know Chuck means well, right? He probably just doesnât know how to deal with it, so he jokes.â
âI know. Thatâs why I havenât said anything to him.â
Dean took a drink of his milkshake and asked, âdid the doctors say, is there anything they can do about it?â
Cas shook his head and shoved a couple of fries in his mouth. He was finally starting to slow down on the food, though. âMm-mm,â He made a soft negative noise, âonce youâve got tinnitus, youâre pretty much stuck with it. Apparently, you can take antidepressants, anti-anxiety medication or sometimes antihistamines to make it more bearable, but I donât wantâŚâ He shifted in his seat and shrugged. âI donât like the idea of possibly dulling myself like that, you know?â
âI get it.â Dean finished off the last of his burger, watching quietly for a moment as Cas did the sameâand then reached over to filch a couple of fries from Casâs plate despite his earlier promise. Heâd already finished his own. Cas allowed it. âSucks, though. At least itâs not all the time.â
A nod and Cas picked at his fries for another minute before just pushing the plate across to Dean with a smile. The older man made short work of the few fries that were left, then returned to his milkshake, which was only half gone. They were both quiet for a couple of minutes and then:
âYouâve got more scars now than you did when you left Jacksonville.â Cas observed with a frown, âfour more. I counted them earlier.â
Dean nodded, âyeah, itâs been a rough few months.â
âIâm sorry. Are you okay?â
The older man rubbed at one shoulderâone of the new scars was thereâalmost absently. âIâm always okay, Cas.â
âI donât think thatâs true. But I know you donât want to worry me.â Cas gave him a little smile, âso, what were you in Sacramento for?â
âGhost thing.â Dean shrugged, then leaned forward and lowered his voice; âyou ever hear of Dorothea Puente, 1426 F Street?â And when Cas shook his head because obviously, he hadnât, Dean chuckled and told him, âletâs just say that house is really freaking haunted.â Then he added, âbut Dad and Sammy are taking care of it. Itâs not that big of a deal.â
âWhat did your Dad say about you taking off?â
âHe wasnât happy, but then again I didnât give him much of a choice.â A grin, âhe really doesnât like my new attitude, when it comes to you.â
âYouâre being insubordinate.â Cas chuckled and shook his head, then smiled when Dean reached across the table to take hold of one of his hands. He threaded their fingers together and squeezed gently. âThank you for being insubordinate for me, Dean.â
âI keep telling you,â Dean squeezed his hand back, âanything for you, Cas. And I mean it. Anything.â
And wasnât that a wonderous thing? That someone like Dean Winchester was so devoted to him. Willing to do anything for him. Despite Deanâs assurances in the past, Cas still didnât see himself as specialâcertainly not special enough to deserve that kind of attentiveness from someone so obviously out of his league. But he didnât say any of that out loudâhe knew Dean didnât like when he thought like that.
âReally,â Dean said after a moment of just looking at each other, a smitten little smile on his face, âweâre not waiting another seven months before we meet up again. Seven months was ridiculous. It was way too long not seeing you.â
Certainly, they had texted every day, and talked on the phone routinely, and even video called on the computer maybe once a week, but that just wasnât the same as being able to touch either other, kiss each other, hold each otherâs hands. The physical closeness had been desperately missed by both of them, and that fact was painfully obvious.
âIt was the soonest you could get away,â Cas reminded him gently, âyou can only get away when things with the Hunting are quieter, right? So, I mean⌠I understand.â Then a pause before; âdoesnât mean I like it, but I do understand.â Glancing down slightly, Cas offered a little smile of his own, âbefore this it would have been difficult for me to get away, too, because of school. My Father would never have let me take off and miss classes. But itâs summer break now, so I think I might get away with it. Once college starts up in the fallâŚâ A shrug: âitâs easier to skip a couple of days of college than it is to skip high school. They donât call your parents, for oneâŚâ
âI almost forgot about college.â Deanâs smile brightened and he squeezed Casâs hand again, âTheology, right?â
âMm, with a minor in World Religion and Folklore. Florida State.â Cas agreed, âI was going to go for a double major, but I decided against it at the last minute. Two majors is a lot to take on at once.â
âYou wouldnât catch me doing it, thatâs for sure.â The older man chuckled, âwhere are you going to live while youâre going to school? At home?â
Cas shook his head. âNo, the commute is too far. So, the dorms, at least at first. Iâm hoping to get a place of my own after first year.â He paused then, blinking as he suddenly realized something; âMarshmallow canât come with me to the dorms, can he? Father is going to have to take care of him for me until I have my own placeâŚâ
âHeâs not going to like that?â
âHe wonât be, um⌠enthused. But I think heâll do it. He wonât make me get rid of my cat just because Iâm going to school. I think.â Frowning to himself, he muttered, âI donât know, maybe Garth can take him back for a while if Father refuses? I really hadnât thought of thisâŚâ
Dean laughed, âChuckâs not heartless, Cas, I think your cat will be fine.â
Dean had a point. He was probably spinning his wheels about nothing at all. Cas sighed and shook his head. âAnyway, once Iâm safely in Tallahassee, getting away to meet up with you should be easier. No one will be hovering over me wondering what Iâm doing and where Iâm going, you know?â
An agreeing noise from Dean, who finally took his hand back to finish off his milkshake before pulling out his wallet, fishing enough cash for the mealâand a tipâout and dropping it on the table. Then he scooted out of the booth and stepped around to pull Cas to his feet as well.
âHave you ever been to Amarillo before, Cas?â
Cas blinked at him, âactually, no.â Not even in all his traveling for his fatherâs job. âWhy?â
âWhy donât we just go for a walk for a bit?â
Cas looked out the window for a moment, almost absently. The sun was starting to go down, so the heat would be dissipating, it might actually be nice. Besides, he had pleasant memories of just wandering the streets of Jacksonville with Dean on their first-and-only Real Date, it would be nice to do it again, even if it was in a strange city. And he did have his cell phone on him in case they got lost, like last time.
Finally, he smiled at Dean and nodded. âThat sounds nice, actually.â
They headed outside together, at which point Dean caught his hand again, holding it loosely in his own as they walked. Cas just enjoyed the warm feeling in his chest that resulted from the action and squeezed Deanâs hand gently. âHave you ever been to Amarillo, before, Dean?â
âMm,â Dean agreed, âa while back on a case.â
âWhat were you Hunting?â
âChupacabra.â
Cas blinked because chupacabra were real, too. âIs there anything that isnât real?â
âBigfoot.â Dean grinned sideways at him, then amended, âI mean. To my knowledge.â
âI canât tell if youâre teasing me or not right now.â
Dean laughed at that. âJust assume Iâm teasing you, Cas. Just always assume Iâm teasing you.â
âI hate you.â
âAnd I love you, Cas.â
ââŚyeah, I love you, too.â
-- --
When they got back to the motel it was nearly midnight and they basically fell in the door, barely managed to lock it behind themselves, and collapsed into the creaky bed. It had been a long day, especially for Cas, who had gone straight from a twenty-four hour bus ride into a sex marathon, and after eating and walking about town for a while both of them were well and truly done.
They at least had the energy and presence of mind to strip down to their boxers and brush their teeth before crashing for the night, cuddled up together, limbs tangled and not even caring that they were in possibly the shittiest motel in the country.
Casâs schedule had him spending three nights there with DeanâFriday, Saturday and Sundayâthough the third night barely counted because he had to be up and at the bus station at the crack of dawn to catch the first of many busses back to Jacksonville. But three nights were good. They were enough, he had thought, at least for now, especially after going so long without seeing Dean at allâexcept through a computer screen.
When Cas woke up in the morning it was after a night with no nightmaresâthe No Nightmares With Dean Around streak continuedâand to Deanâs breath, soft on the back of his neck, the other manâs arm draped heavy across his waist. Cas took a while to just soak it in, eyes closing back over and enjoying how relaxed he was, the feeling of Dean being in the bed with him.
Eventually, though, he shifted, rolling over to peer past Deanâs shoulder at the clock on the bedside table. It read ten forty-three a.m., which meant they had both been out for about ten hours, give or take a few minutes. That seemed like enough time, to Cas. Time to recharge their batteries.
Now, he tipped his head to press a gentle kiss against Deanâs chin, then nudged at him until he was on his backâand began trailing soft kisses down along his chest to his abdomen and further. Dean just shifted in his sleep and sighed. He didnât actually wake up until Cas reached the edge of his boxers and tugged them down, freeing his cock, still half-hard from sleep, and giving a long, slow lick across the head with a hum.
That was the point when Deanâs eyes fluttered open, and he looked down in blatant, sleep-fogged confusionâand then just groaned, letting his head fall back against the pillow. âSh-shit, CasâŚâ
âGood morning,â Cas murmured softly, even as he licked up the side of Deanâs now-fully-hard dick and sucked the tip into his mouth, sucking at it softly. Dean cursed and brought a hand down to thread his fingers into Casâs sleep-mussed hair.
âThatâs a⌠heh. Hell of a way to wake up.â
Cas pulled off of him, licking his lips absently, and peered up at Dean curiously, âis it alright?â
âIs it alright.â Dean barked a laugh. He shook his head. âYes, itâs alright, you just⌠caught me off-guard.â When Cas brought one hand up to start stroking at his cock, he swallowed hard and added, âyou just keep, ah⌠surprising me, thatâs allâŚâ Then, after a brief pause and a slight buck of his hips, he tugged at Casâs hair, drawing him up the length of his body. âCâmere, Cas.â
Cas went along willingly, releasing his hold on Deanâs dick and crawling up until he was even with the other man. He tilted his head curiously. âI thought you said it was alright?â
The fingers still tangled in his hair kneaded there restlessly before Dean pulled him down for a kiss. âIt is. More than alright.â He murmured against Casâs lips, âbut I donât just want your mouth or your hands. I want all of you.â A pause, and he smiled before asking, âis that alright?â
âOf course.â Cas replied easily with a shrug, âyou can have me however you want, whenever you want.â
Dean grinned up at him, tugging him down for another kiss. âYou might regret saying that one of these days, Cas.â
Cas wasnât entirely sure what that was supposed to mean, but he still stood by his statement. He was comfortable enough with Dean to offer up that much, at least. He knew Dean wouldnât ask him to do anything too extremeâor, rather, he might ask but he would never force the issue. Cas was entirely sure of that fact.
Now, he just settled half-over Dean, kissing him back deeply, slowly, for a long couple of minutes until they had to break apart for proper air and Dean took to kissing along his jaw, nipping gently just under his ear. Cas sighed and let one hand rub against Deanâs chest, before sliding it further down to palm at Deanâs erection again, eyes closed and enjoying the attentionâand the little gasp that his boyfriend muffled into his neck when Cas started stroking him off again.
âYouâre gonna⌠make me come⌠before we even get to the good part.â Dean not-quite-complained, even as he stretched, reaching with one arm for the tube of lubricant on the bedside table. One he had it in hand he pushed at Casâs chest gently. âLay down and let meâŚâ
Cas nodded and almost reluctantly released his grip on Deanâs cock again to roll onto his back with a huff. This time enough time had passed that he really would need to be stretched out again, and he knew itâand it wasnât exactly like it was a chore, Dean always made it very pleasant for him, especially now that he knew what he was doing. Then again, heâd been good at that part right from the start, hadnât he?
Settling back, Cas stripped out of his boxers, then got himself into position and reached to pull Dean closer, licking his lips absently. âDeanâŚâ
âIâve got you.â Dean leaned in for a kissâthen immediately got to work prepping Cas for what was to come, first one slick finger, then two, then three, until the younger man was arching and writhing under him. Dean really was good at findingâand manipulatingâCasâs sweet spot, leaving him absolutely wrecked by the time Dean pulled his hand away again, gasping for air and borderline begging for his cock.
âGod, Dean, pleaseâŚ!â
âI know, CasâŚâ
But Dean didnât just slide into him immediately, instead pulling his own boxers off properly and moving to sit with his back against the headboard of the bed, pulling Cas, a little boneless, at this point, up into his lap. Cas moaned and let his forehead drop down against Deanâs shoulder for a moment, but he knew what Dean was angling for hereâso after a very brief pause he bit his lip and lifted up on his knees, reaching down to hold Deanâs cock in place as he sank down over it slowly.
Both of them just groaned quietly and Cas was still for a few breaths as he adjusted to Dean inside him.
âThis⌠ah. It makes me feel⌠privileged, you knowâŚ?â Cas let his head fall forward again, his words coming out a touch breathless and his hands sliding up Deanâs arms to hold by his shoulders. âSpecial.â
âWhat does?â The older man asked, voice strained.
âThis⌠the fact that this is just for me...â Cas shifted his hips slightly, swallowing a moan at the movement, âthat no one else gets to see you like this⌠touch you like this. No one else gets toâto have you like thisâŚâ
âYeah, I⌠me too, Cas.â Dean panted softly, âI feel the same way. Mmh.â
âI told you beforeâŚâ Cas began moving finally, rocking his hips in Deanâs lap, and wrapping his arms around the other manâs neck to hold him close, âI donât want toâah!âshare youâŚ! I always want you⌠to be just mineâŚ!â
âYeah,â Dean agreed around a moan, then; âshit, CasâŚ!â
The thing about being sat up in Deanâs lap the way he was, pressed close together the way they were, this position, was that Deanâs cock rubbed firmly against his prostate with every roll of his hips and Cas was very quickly losing his wits. Now he just nodded his head, forehead pressed against Deanâs shoulder, unable to come up with any more words for the moment, and made a breathless, almost whining sound in the back of his throat.
Deanâs hands were clamped on his hips, right over the little bruises from the day before, a constant, tiny sting of pain that just seemed to set everything off even more. Cas rocked his hips harder and lifted his head to drag Dean into a kiss, then leaned their foreheads together, eyes closed and little âah, ahâ noises with every movement.
One hand slid up so Cas could tangle his fingers in Deanâs hair, pulling along with the rocking of his hips, biting on his lower own lip to muffle too-loud cries that kept trying to escape his throat. Finally, Cas ducked his head to bury his face in the crook of Deanâs neck with an only half-muffled shout at a particularly good thrust against his prostate: âMMH!â
For his part, Dean seemed to be enjoying the entire thing thoroughlyâboth because it was pleasurable for him, obviously, but also because Cas was on the verge of absolutely losing his shit. He wasnât entirely sure why, he would have to ask later, but for now he was just going with it because Cas in this state, coming completely undone, was absolutely freaking fantastic. Unbelievably hot.
âFuck⌠fuckâŚ!â Cas was actually cursing under his breath, hips rocking hard, now, heatedly, his own cock rubbing against Deanâs abdomen and just making everything even more intense. He wasnât going to last much longer. He tightened his grip in Deanâs hair and hissed when Deanâs hands tightened at his hips in kind, the bruises there protesting the added pressure.
When he came a moment later, Cas pressed close to Dean and kept his face buried in the older manâs neck, crying out loudly as he painted both their stomachs with slick come. But Dean wasnât quite thereâhowever, before Cas could pick up his movements again, Dean grabbed at him and flipped them over, pushing Cas down into the mattress and settling over him, starting to fuck him hard and deep.
Cas just moaned, head back against the pillows, gasping for air while Dean took his pleasureâand finally came a couple minutes later, hips jerking and shoving against Casâs, holding deep for a few breaths before Dean pulled away and rolled to the side, settling beside his boyfriend, panting for air.
âWhat was⌠that about?â Dean swiped a hand through his hair and turned his head to look at Cas curiously, still breathing hard.
âOh, fuck, I justâŚâ Cas had one arm flung up over his eyes, his own chest still heaving, and it occurred to him that there had been no condom this time, either. He didnât bother to mention it. âIn that⌠position⌠God, Dean, every single little movement just⌠rubbed on my prostate, jammed against itâŚâ Lowering his arm, he turned his head to give Dean a breathless grin, âit all felt incredible, I⌠just. Wow.â
Dean grinned back, rolling onto his side to face Cas and folding his arm under his head. âThat was a happy accident.â
Cas laughed. âYeah, definitely.â He took a few deep, grounding breaths, then, and smiled when Deanâs free hand slid across his chest to rest over where his heart was beating, still a little quick. Cas brought one of his own hands up to cup Deanâs jaw gently. âI love you.â
âI love you, too, Cas.â Deanâs reply was warm, and he eased closer against Casâs side, slinging an arm over his boyfriendâs chest with a chuckle, âwith the swearing, this time. It mustâve felt good.â
âSo good.â Cas agreed, still smiling at Dean fondly. âDo you ever wonder what itâs like?â
âExcuse me?â
âYour prostate.â Cas clarified, âyou know you have one, too, right?â
âWell⌠yeah, butâŚâ Dean balked and actually began to pull away a littleâ
âuntil Cas rolled over and pulled him closer again, wrapping him up in his arms. He bumped their foreheads together lightly, gentle affection. âI was just asking if you were curious. You donât ever have to do anything youâre not comfortable with, Dean.â Then he offered a little, lopsided grin and added, âit does feel amazing, though.â
A small frown and Dean sighed but allowed: âI donât know. Maybe someday.â
âOr never.â Cas assured him. âNever is fine, too.â
Dean closed his eyes and leaned in for a kiss. âI guess I have some hangups.â
âDonât worry about it.â The younger man kissed back with a hum and squeezed his arms around Dean in a hug, âso what are we going to do today?â
âMore of this? A whole day of this? Just the two of us tangled up in bed together all day long?â Dean suggested, the grin returning to his face, but then he dropped another brief kiss against Casâs lips and added, âseriously though, first we should probably get cleaned up and then go get some breakfast. After that I was thinking we might hit up the botanical gardens⌠like another proper date, you know?â
That made Cas smile. They hadnât been on a date since their first one in Jacksonville seven months ago. It was incredibly sweet of Dean to even think of it, all things considered. He sighed contentedly and pressed closer into Deanâs chest. âThat sounds perfect, Dean.â
âIâm glad you approve.â Dean smiled back at him. âItâs a plan, then.â
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They cleaned up together and absolutely had sex again in the shower, not that anyone involved was surprised when it happened. Once they were done, out, clean and dry, they both got dressed with relative swiftness and soon they were ready to head out the door.
After that it was back to Philâs where they orderedâwellâlunch, because it was so late, and ate and talked amongst themselves while they were there. This time the diner had pie in stock, so Dean got a slice of blueberry for them to share. The same as the last time they had shared a piece of pie, Cas took a single bite and left the rest to Dean because he clearly loved it at least as much as he loved Cas himself. Cas found it so endearing that he wasnât even jealous, even though he probably should have been.
Once they were done eating, they walked to the botanical gardens with directions from Casâs phone, and Dean expressed his surprise that two men could walk hand-in-hand down the street in Texas without getting straight-up shot. Cas was happy to inform him that, actually, the majority of Texans supported same-sex marriage and anti-discrimination laws. Dean had choked on his own tongue slightly at the word âmarriageâ, making Cas smile to himself, amused.
The botanical gardens, when they eventually got there, were sprawling and beautiful, but while Cas appreciated everything about them it was clear from the very start that Dean was bored out of his mind. He continued to follow Cas, though, Cas tugging on his hand gently to lead him around and stopping to read all the little informational plaques that they came across.
Finally, they found themselves at a section of the gardens that contained a decorative fountain and a couple of benches for seating, and Dean pulled Cas over to sit on one of them, needing a break from all the⌠greenery.
âI like it here.â Cas said, not necessarily to Dean, more to no one in particular. He looked around them, then up at the sky with a smile. âItâs like the Garden of Eden or something. Itâs so peaceful and beautiful.â He turned his attention to Dean at that point, expression full of obvious content. âHaving you here with me just makes it even better. Thank you for bringing me here, Dean.â
âTechnically google brought us here.â Dean returned Casâs smile with one of his own. âNot gonna lie, this really isnât my thing. But I thought youâd like it, soâŚâ
âYou were right.â Leaning over, Cas pressed a kiss by Deanâs jaw gently. âBut we donât have to stay. I know youâre bored, and weâve been here nearly two hours already.â Standing, he reached one hand out toward Dean for him to take; âcome on, letâs get out of here. We can go back to the motel and find a bad movie to watch on television.â
Dean laughed and took his hand, pushing to his feet as well. âIâm sure we can find something on Pay-Per-View. And maybe we can order pizza for dinner tonight, instead of going to the diner again.â
Cas nodded. âI like all of these ideas.â
Dean grinned as they headed out. âYou havenât even heard all the ideas Iâve got for sex, yet, either.â
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The only worthwhile movie that was playing on Pay-Per-View was the remake of Dawn Of The Dead, and Dean simply could not watch it without bitching. Cas actually found it amusing and somewhat adorable, all his opinions on films, though he didnât understand a lot of Deanâs criticisms since he wasnât familiar with the original, and after a while Dean really started to get himself worked up.
Eventually, Cas started pulling him into kisses just to shut him up and distract himâand it worked. Soon enough, the two of them were fully making out, Cas stretched out on his back on the little couch in the living area with Dean overtop of him, one leg pushed up between his thighs as they kissed until they couldnât even breathe. The movie played on in the background, completely forgotten.
When they eventually parted to gasp for air, Dean ducked in to kiss along Casâs throat, nipping gently here-and-there, and Cas let his own hands wander up under Deanâs shirt, nails scraping lightly along heated skin.
âGod, I knew I missed you, but I almost literally canât stop touching you.â Dean muttered against Casâs neck.
Cas just made a quiet agreeing noise in his throat. He had come here expecting them to have sex, yes, but not in the sheer volume that they had been having it since heâd arrived. A couple of times, maybe, but not the going-on-six in twenty-four hours that they were currently at.
Not that he was complaining. It was amazing, and evidently Dean felt the same way, if his enthusiasm was anything to go by. Cas figured they were just making up for missing each other the last seven months, and clocking in memories to get them through the next span of time between visits. (Hopefully less than another seven months.)
âSo was your Dad disappointed that you turned out to be âjust another horny teenage boyâ?â Dean asked with a grin, biting on his earlobeâand it caught Cas so by surprise that he laughed, head back and fingers digging into Deanâs sides slightly, shoulders shaking. Dean pushed up on his arms to grin down at him. âYou were worried about that, once, remember?â
Cas smiled widely up at him. âIâm not anymore. Especially if this weekend is any indication.â He pulled, then, tugging Dean back down over himself and leaning in to kiss him again. âNot that I plan on telling him any details.â
âChuckâs head would explode, I think.â Dean murmured into the kiss. âWe donât want to explode your Dad.â
âNo, we donât want thatâŚâ Cas sighed against his lips⌠and then they were making out again, warm and slow becoming hot and heavy in no time, the two of them completely tangled up together, lost in each other, in the feel of moving against each other, even just with their clothes still on.
Not that they stayed on for long. Soon enough Cas was rucking up Deanâs shirt, urging him to take it off, and Dean pushed back just long enough to grab his tee by the back collar and yank it over his head. He tossed it off to the side before sliding his hands down to tug at Casâs shirt as well, until the younger man sat up a little and allowed Dean to pull his shirt off as well.
Dean leaned down to kiss Cas again, but pushed Casâs hands away when he immediately went to grab at Dean. âWe need the lube,â He muttered against Casâs lips. âIâll go get it. You get your pants off.â
Cas fell back with a huff but nodded his agreement. Dean had a point. So, while Dean climbed off him and headed into the bedroom area, Cas undid his own jeansâthen adjusted himself on the couch, considering, before standing and wandering after Dean. Dean was already out of his jeans and boxers, and just grabbing the lube off the nightstand. When he turned around to see Cas standing there, he gave a confused look.
Cas shrugged. âThe couch is too small; we wouldâve fallen off. The bed is better.â
âBut louder.â
âStill better.â
Dean glanced between the bed and the couch before shrugging and climbing onto the mattress, gesturing for Cas to join him. Cas flashed a smile but took the time to get out of his own jeans and boxers before joining his boyfriend. Dean drew him up into his lap with a hum and Cas went along more than willingly, settling straddling the other man and leaning in to kiss him warmly.
This time when they started making out again it stayed warm and slow, the heat simmering just below the surface despite the fact that they were both already stripped bare, already hard. Cas wrapped his arms around Deanâs neck, one hand up and tangled in Deanâs hair, and Deanâs own hands roamed up and down Casâs sides, smoothing over his skin hotly, the lube discarded on the bed beside them for the time being.
It was a slower process this time, harkening back to their first couple times, when Dean had been in Jacksonville, and they had been having sex at Casâs house, in Casâs bed. Kisses and touches that brimmed with emotion that they, at the time, had been unable to express in words. Now they could find the words, but they also knew how to express themselves physically much more easily than back then. It seemed like a lifetime ago, really.
Casâs arms unwrapped from around Deanâs neck, and he gave one more, gentle tug at Deanâs hair, his hands sliding down to rest against the older manâs chest, kneading there lightly as they kissed, deep and slow. Dean hummed into the kiss, his own hands rubbing up Casâs back, then dragging back down before pulling Cas closer against himself, rocking his hips upward lightly.
A low moan and Cas began rocking his own hips, just little, light movements, and kissed Dean deeply again before pulling back and leaning their foreheads together, licking his lips absently. âDeanâŚâ He swallowed, paused, then finally murmured almost shyly, ââŚmake love to me.â
And Dean paused at that because oh. But there was such hesitance and earnestness in Casâs blue eyes that he couldnât do anything except agree. Not that he wouldnât have agreed anyway. He would happily agree to just about anything for Cas. Dean offered a soft, utterly smitten smile and whispered, âI can do that, Cas.â
Cas gave a sigh of relief, still looking a touch shy, and leaned in for another soft kiss. Dean returned the kiss just as gentlyâthen carefully nudged Cas out of his lap, settling him on the bed before grabbing for the lube and setting about the task of getting Cas stretched out, the process long and slow and drawn-out this time, until Cas was arching and writhing, head back and hands fisting in the blankets, pulling at them. Until he was an absolute panting mess.
Dean was so, so achingly hard, but ignored his own need until Cas was pleading with him, at which point he finally settled himself between Casâs legs and pushed his cock into the younger manâs body, slow and deep.
He was still for a minute, then, giving Cas time to adjust, his weight resting on one arm and the opposite hand sliding warmly up and down Casâs hip and thigh, and leaned down to kiss Cas gently. Cas returned the kiss with a little whine and a rock of his hips. Dean took the hint and began to move.
They moved carefully together, easing into a slow, deep rhythm. Casâs legs came up to wrap around Deanâs hips loosely and his hands lifted to grab at Deanâs sides, fingers digging in just slightly, then sliding around to knead at the small of his back. Dean ducked in to kiss along Casâs shoulder to the crook of his neck, then lifted up a little again to draw Cas into another kiss.
Cas kissed back with a low moan, muffled against Deanâs lips, then broke away to let his head fall black, leaving his throat free for Dean to plunder. He continued rolling his hips, hands holding Dean close against him, and panted out, âoh, God⌠Dean, this is⌠ah⌠perfectâŚ!â
âYouâre perfectâŚâ Came Deanâs reply, muffled against Casâs neck. âYou feel amazing, Cas⌠every damn inch of youâŚâ
Dean was a versatile lover; Cas was very quickly learning. He could roll with just about anything. But thisâthisâwas something he was particularly good at, somehow, for some reason. Cas wasnât about to question it right now.
Everything was heat and passion, the two of them completely wrapped up in each other, and it seemed to go on forever. This was exactly what Cas had wantedâwhat he had been asking for, and he didnât regret asking a single bit. He just soaked in everything Dean was giving him, absorbed it into himself and gave back what he hoped was at least an iota of what he was receiving.
A hand slid down his thigh, rubbing heatedly, and Cas tightened his legs around Deanâs hips with a little, choked whine when the movement pulled Dean deeper into himself. Dean just moaned and buried his face in the crook of Casâs neck again, panting there breathlessly as he began fucking into Cas a little harder, a little faster, working them both toward completion.
When Cas came a few too-short moments later it was with a sharp cry, back arched, head pushed back into the pillow and mouth working as he gasped for air. He continued to cling to Dean with all his tingly-loose limbs while the other man kept thrusting into him for another short timeâand then tensed, his grip on Casâs thigh tightening as he came as well, a short shout in his throat.
Then Dean was sinking down over Cas, settling against his chest, leaving Cas to ease his legs back down to the bed with a huff. The younger man continued panting, but stroked his hands up and down Deanâs back, rubbing warmly, affection on a level he didnât give to anyone else.
It was another few minutes before Dean finally pulled out of him and rolled to the side to land on his back with a huff. Cas just rolled over as well, tucking himself into Deanâs side and throwing an arm across him with a little pleased noise. âThat... was amazing.â
âYou know we have done that before. Several times. Several times this weekend.â Dean joked.
âNot like that, though.â Cas protested softly.
ââŚno. Weâve onlyâmade loveâthat one other time.â Dean conceded. âAt your place just before I had to leave. And itâsâŚâ He trailed off for a moment, considering, before giving Cas a smile, just a little, fond quirk of his lips, âI think itâs the best way we have sex. We should do it more often.â
âI feel very⌠close to you. When we make love like that.â Cas admitted, voice still quiet, as if he were afraid of breaking whatever spell had come over them, âemotionally, I mean, as well as physically. Itâs an entirely different experience than when weâre justâŚâ He trailed off, then, searching for the word.
âFucking?â Dean suggested with a chuckle.
Cas sighed but made a quiet agreeing noise. âYes, exactly.â
He really wasnât a fan of that term for it, even if it was accurateâeven if he had used that word himself already over the course of their weekend together. Cas supposed sometimes there was just no other way to put it, even if âfuckingâ made it sound so⌠animalistic, almost. Base. Which it could be, granted, but he still had a complicated relationship with that word. He didnât even like to use it as a curse.
Deanâs hand rubbed against his back, just gentle and warm, and after a brief silence he asked, âwhatâre you thinking about?â
âMmâŚâ Cas closed his eyes, his own hand touching absently along Deanâs chest, the pads of his fingers feeling along the shallow scars the jorogumo had left behind on him months ago, too. âNothing, really, just⌠this weekend has beenâŚâ Trailing off, he gave a soft laugh and turned his head to press a kiss by Deanâs collar bone. âA lot. I wasnât expecting it.â
âI know, right?â The older man grinned up at the ceiling, amusement all over his voice, âand we still have another whole day to go.â
âYouâre enjoying this too much, Dean.â Cas accused fondly.
âWhaâcome on! Arenât you?â Still grinning, Dean tilted his head to look at Cas properly and tightened his arm around him slightly. âI know you arenât hating it.â
âNo,â Cas allowed, a little smile on his face again, âIâm definitely not hating it.â When Dean angled for a kiss he returned it with a laugh, âbut I am going to be completely exhausted by the time I leave Monday morning.â
âMmhm,â Dean hummed into the kiss, already rolling over to press Cas into the mattress again, âI can live with that.â
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Men reached peak sexuality at about their age and Cas was pretty sure they were a prime example of that fact. They spent all of Saturday night and most of Sunday wrapped up in each other, making up for lost time and stockpiling memories to last them until the next time they could meet up. It was good to be young.
There were, of course, occasional breaks to get cleaned up (not that it ever lasted long) or for food, or just to watch television together (as long as it wasnât the Dawn Of The Dead remake) and cuddle on the too-small couch, but in general they spent their time in the creaky bed, which Cas was actually starting to become fond ofâexcept for the times that they had sex in the shower, or when Dean fucked him over the little kitchenette table.
Really, they had joked about it, but even if he had told his father about the goings on that weekend, he doubted his father would have believed him.
âIâm sorry,â This came from Dean, who was spooned up behind him, one hand rubbing gently against Casâs hip.
They were cuddled up together on the bed now, in the wee hours of the morning Monday morning. They really should have been asleepâCas had to be up to catch the bus downtown at sixâbut neither one of them wanted to miss even a moment of time they could have been spending together. Besides, Cas could just sleep on the bus, and Dean could always come back to the motel and crash after he was gone.
Cas made a surprised noise and glanced over his shoulder. âWhat are you apologizing for?â
âYour hips.â Dean clarified, fingers touching along the still-darkening bruises there lightly, âI was too rough. I bruised them up.â
âYou did,â Cas agreed, and rolled over to face him, tilting his head to drop a kiss against Deanâs lips. âBut to be fair I initiated a couple of those times, so itâs my fault, too. Anyway, theyâre not bad. They only hurt a little, and theyâll heal up in no time.â Then, just to be clear; âyou werenât too rough. You were just right.â
âThis isnât a Goldilocks thing, Cas, I hurt you.â
âYou did not. Iâm fine.â Cas rolled his eyes and pushed at Dean until the other man rolled onto his back, then climbed on top of him, flinging a leg over him to straddle his hips and leaning down to kiss him again. âHere, Iâll show you how fine I amâŚâ
Dean chuckled into the kiss but then reluctantly slid his hands up Casâs legs to push at him gently. âCas,â Another kiss, then, âCas, seriously, we canât, weââ When Cas pulled back a little, Dean gave him an apologetic look, âwe donât have time. Itâs after four-thirty and we have to get you to the bus station for sixâŚâ
Something sad flickered in Casâs eyes before shuttering off again, and he sat back against Deanâs hips, glancing at the clock on the bedside table. Dean was right. They still needed to shower and get dressed, and walk to the bus stationâor, he did, anyway, and he assumed Dean would insist on coming with him.
Frowning to himself, Cas shifted off of Dean and tucked himself close into the older manâs side. Dean wrapped an arm around him without a word of protest. They did have enough time for thisâfor a few more, brief moments of intimacyâthe emotional kind. Cas nuzzled into Deanâs chest just by his collar bone and closed his eyes.
âI donât want to go.â He said finally, voice soft and sad.
âI know,â Dean replied, the hand resting on his side rubbing there gently; reassuring, grounding; âI donât want you to go, either. If I could take you back with me, I would, but my Dadââ He broke off, but Cas knew. And besides, Dean would never actually want to subject him to the life of a Hunter, or a Hunterâs family.
âWhat if neither of us went back?â He suggested, tone a strange mix between joking and serious, âwhat if we just⌠stay here, in Amarillo. Itâs a nice town. Accepting. We could make a life for ourselves, here.â
âYou have school coming up,â Dean reminded him softly, âa whole future. Friends and your Dad and⌠and everything.â
âAnd Iâd give it all up in a heartbeat if it meant being able to be with you.â Cas murmured, just as softly. He hesitated then, one hand tracing absently against Deanâs chest, before asking, âyou know Sam once said to me that he thought you would give up Hunting for me, if I asked you to. Is that true?â
There was a long, long silence from Dean following that question. Cas could practically hear the wheels turning in his head. He was just about to dismiss it entirely and change the subject when Dean spoke up again, just quietly, to answer his question; âyes, itâs true.â
Cas paused at that. Blue eyes opened and he looked off into the darkness of the room, his hand stilling against Deanâs chest, just over his heart. âItâs very tempting.â He admitted finally, âthe idea of you quitting Hunting and us just being able to⌠be.â Then his hand began to move again, fingers toying absently with Deanâs pendant, and he continued, âbut I could never ask that of you, I told Sam that at the time, too. You⌠I think a part of you needs to Hunt. For your family. For yourself. I understand that. If you stopped for me, eventually youâd come to resent me for it, and I donât want that. So⌠Iâll go and get on that bus and head back to Florida, and weâll meet again in a couple more months. Right?â
When Dean responded he sounded like he was having trouble speaking, getting the words out; âhow can you always be so selfless? How can you always, always be thinking about me over your own wants and your own needs?â
A little smile. Cas lifted his head to look up at Dean through the dark. âThatâs what you do when you love someone as much as I love you.â
Dean looked back at him for a momentâthen leaned to kiss him gently. âI love you, too, Cas. So much. Thank you for being so understanding.â
âWhat else can I be?â Cas smiled fondly before finally pushing away and sitting up, stretching his arms over his head for a moment. Then he climbed out of the bed and held a hand out toward Dean. âCome on, letâs get cleaned up. I have a bus to catch and Iâm making you walk me to the station.â
A chuckle from Dean, but he allowed himself to be pulled up as well. âDonât gotta make me, Cas, I was already planning on it.â
-- --
The walk to the bus station downtown was made mostly in silence, the two of them walking quietly, hand-in-hand down the street, Cas with his backpack hiked over one shoulder, neither of them showing the wear from the weekend, though Cas was sure as soon as he was on the bus and the vehicle was moving, he would basically pass out. He just hoped he didnât miss any of his stops or transfers.
Dean was staying in town for one more night before heading back to California to meet up with his dad and Sam, who, by that time, should have taken care of the whole 1426 F Street thing. Then they would be on to the next town, the next job, and Cas would be back to trying to track Deanâs meandering path all across the country.
When they arrived at the station, they were a few minutes early, so Cas took the time to raid the vending machines for food: a couple of pre-packaged sandwiches, bags of chips, chocolate bars and bottled water that he crammed into his backpack along with his dirty clothes. Enough to get him by for the next twenty-four hours on the bus, hopefully, though he could always buy more at one of his layovers if he had to.
Then he sat next to Dean on a bench and waited for his bus to pull in, close against the other manâs side with his head resting on Deanâs shoulder. Neither of them had actually said âgoodbyeâ yet, they were procrastinating over it, but they knew it was coming and both of them were dreading it.
It was hard, parting ways like this, especially not knowing when they would be able to meet up again. This time it had taken seven months before Dean could get away from his family for a weekend, what if next time it took longer? Nine months? A year? Their whole lives could get away from them at that rate, and Cas⌠he hated it. All he wanted to do was ask Dean to quit Hunting for him, but what heâd said was true, he knew eventually Dean would grow to resent him for it if they went down that road, and that was the last thing he wanted. Still, it was tempting.
The thought of having a normal, apple-pie life with Dean was⌠well, it was a pipe dream, of course, but it was also so, so nice. Cas was happy when he was with Dean, comfortable and relaxed in ways that he wasnât around anyone else. It helped that having Dean around kept the nightmares at bay, too. He knew as soon as he was away from the other manâs presence, they would come back full force. He wasnât looking forward to it.
âYou look like youâre doing some serious thinking.â
âHm?â Cas blinked out of his thoughts and lifted his head to smile at Dean, âjust thinking about my dreams, how you keep the nightmares away.â He shrugged slightly, âstill donât know why, but youâre the best dreamcatcher out there.â
Dean reached to take hold of his hand, squeezing gently. âIâm glad I help, even if Iâm not there all the time.â
âNot all my dreams are bad anymore,â Cas assured him, tangling their fingers together and giving a squeeze of his own, âsome of them are just weird. In one Iâm drinking coffee in a restaurant, but itâs like⌠a thousand restaurants all at the same time, theyâre just all identical? Restaurants within restaurants within restaurants. I donât know. But a lot of them are still⌠yeah. Not great. On the bus here a couple days ago I nodded off and dreamed that someone cut open my stomach and reached inside with their bare hands and pulled out a⌠stone. A big, flat stone. And I could feel every second they were ripping into me, it wasâŚâ
âGod, Cas,â Dean tipped his head to press a kiss against his temple and Cas sighed softly. âWhere does your brain even come up with that stuff?â
Another shrug. âNo idea. All I know is I donât get much sleep a lot of the time. So, when Iâm with you and youâre chasing the dreams away, however youâre doing it, itâs just⌠itâs really, really nice. Something I appreciate, even though I know youâre not doing it on purpose.â
âNo, but Iâm glad Iâm helpful, anyway.â
âMm.â
âI still have that piece of chalcedony you gave me,â Dean told him with a smile, âI sleep with it under my pillow, along with Dadâs bowie knife. I think it helps. But that could just be because itâs from you.â
Cas returned his smile with one of his own, âIâm glad. You know, Iââ
And then the announcement came over the loudspeaker that Casâs bus had just pulled in and would be boarding momentarily. Cas broke off what heâd been about to say, deeming it unimportant, his smile turning sad around the edges. He stood from his seat and waited for Dean to do the same, leaving his backpack on the floor for the time being.
âCas, IâŚâ Dean began, then trailed off and simply pulled the younger man into a hug, wrapping him up in his arms and holding him tight. Cas hugged back, hands grabbing at the back of Deanâs jacket like he never wanted to let goâprobably because he didnât. And why was saying goodbye this time so much harder than saying goodbye last time had been? âIâm going to miss the hell out of you.â Dean finished finally, voice coming out rough.
Cas nodded, face buried in the crook of Deanâs neck and fighting back the tears that were in his eyes, threatening to spill over. âYeah, me too.â He sniffed softly and carefully released his hold on Dean, who brought one hand up to cup Casâs jaw, thumb rubbing along his cheek gently. âCall me tomorrow, okay?â
âPromise.â Dean leaned in for a kiss and Cas returned it, the tears finally overflowing. When they pulled back Dean wiped them away softly and bumped their foreheads together. âI love you, Cas.â
A weak smile. âI love you, too, Dean.â
The call for his bus to start boarding. Cas sniffed again and stepped back from Dean, trying to keep a smile on his faceâbut it was completely undermined by the fact that he was still crying. He stooped to pick up his backpack and slung it over one shoulder. When he straightened again, it was to give a little surprised noise when Dean pulled him into another kissâthis one deep and full of longing. Cas fell into it and returned it in kind until the next call for his bus, at which point he had to pull away.
âGoodbye, Dean.â He said, swallowing, âless than seven months next time, right?â
Dean nodded, and his own voice came out suspiciously thick when he confirmed, âright.â
Cas reluctantly left, handing over his ticket and climbing onto the bus, taking a seat near the back. He watched Dean through the windowâthe other man stayed where he was, eyes on him, until the bus pulled away and drove out of sight. Only then did Dean turn around and head back to the motel, alone.
He was already making plans to video call Cas the following day.
The End
#supernatural#supernatural fanfiction#destiel#destiel fanfiction#nsft#spn#shut up sena#sena writes#cheap motel by senashenta
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the closest to heaven | sanzu h.
sanzu haruchiyo x fem!reader
summary: im sorry im so lazy and i just want to post this -- soft sex w vulnerable house husband sanzu
warnings: bonten timeline au, sub!sanzu, house husband!sanzu, vulnerable!sanzu, gang executive!reader, soft dom/service dom!reader, kind of body worship, praise, pet names (baby), slight breeding kink, mentions of past severe physical wounds/implied disability + ptsd because of them (Sanzu)Â
notes: this is very much selfship and i was hesitant on sharing but my friends convinced, please be mindful with tags, i just wanted to be soft with haruchiyo sobs + i also might be basing a mini series off of this
wordcount: 3.3k
not doing full taglist: @kaeyaphoria @scandescent @sano-obsessed @thomaphoria @dear-xiao @manjiroscum @arozaur @kazuwhora
He tried his best. He really, really did. But as much as he wished to be, and as much as he tried to be, Sanzu Haruchiyo was just simply not cut out to be a house husband. He could not cook--everything he tried to cook ended up inedible and he had nearly set your home on fire several times, causing more work for you when all he wanted was to make something for you so you could relax after a long day at work; he could not clean, he had the attention span of a gnat and every time he tried, he got distracted and forgot to finish and only remembered when you came home with that disappointed stare as you looked around the apartment and his heart felt like it was lodged in his throat.
Because you took care of him so well, you bought him everything he wanted, made sure that he never had to ask for anything, work for anything, and he couldnât even give you the most simple things. He missed being able to be by your side and he hated trying to do things for you and failing miserably.
And the worst part was that everybody knew. Ran, who was the perfect house husband for his partner--home always spotless and fancy dinners always made for when they came home from work. Rindou, who worked with you, who Sanzu knew had his eye on you and looked down on him knowing that he would be able to do better for you.
He hated it.Â
And Ran was vocal about it, constantly making snide comments whenever they crossed paths in the apartment complex, like today. Rindou didnât need to be, it showed on his face whenever Sanzu showed up with you to a work event on your arm--the flash of hatred, disgust, jealousy.
He hated it.
And he tried his best to pretend it didnât bother him butâŚ
âYou cause more work for her than you do help, donât even know why she still wastes her time with you.â
He stared out the window, Ranâs words ringing through his head over and over and over again as he tried to answer the question himself. Why, why, why, why?
But no answer came.Â
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You came home late again. A sigh on your lips as you slipped off the blazer you wore to the negotiation meeting, hanging it up on the coat rack before tugging the tie around your neck, letting it hang loose. You turned your attention back toward the rest of the apartment, frowning when Sanzu wasnât there to greet you, and when you didnât smell the burnt attempt at dinner like you usually did.
You frowned, âHaruchiyo,â you called, anxiety building when you got no response from your husband, âBaby, where are you?â
You dropped your bag to the ground as panic began to set in when you got no response. Flicking the lights on to look in the kitchen for him, throat closing up when you realized he wasnât sitting at the table waiting for you.
âBaby?â your voice edged at a more desperate tone, mind beginning to swarm with worst case scenario thoughts. It wouldnât be the first time that Bontenâs enemies went after its executivesâ loved ones as a means to get to them, and while you knew Sanzu could take care of himself, having been Bonten Number Two until the incident that rendered both him and Haitani Ran bedridden for nearly a year and removed from their positions in the organization, it had also been three years since he had actually had to fight, or train.
âBa-â you began, heart lodged in your throat but you cut yourself off with a sigh of relief when you saw your husband curled up on the seat by the window, forehead pressed against the glass, knees tucked to his chest. âBaby, whatâre you doing?â you asked softly as you approached him. He didnât react, and a frown tugged at your lips when you reached out to touch his shoulder, heartbeat faltering when Sanzu physically flinched at the touch, finally tearing his gaze from the window to look at you.
âHey,â you kept your voice soft as to not startle him, kneeling next to him on the seat by the window. You brought one hand up to touch his face, gently cupping his cheek and you hated how his eyes were glassy as they met yours before they fluttered shut, leaning into your touch. You leaned in, bringing your free hand to his opposite cheek, holding his face in your hands as you traced his cheekbones with your thumb. He let out a shaky breath, hot against your skin, âBaby, talk to me.â
His lips parted as if he were going to speak, eyes briefly opening before he closed his lips and looked away. You shifted closer, pressing your lips against his pink ones gently and you swore your heart broke when you felt his lips trembling against yours. Your lips moved slowly against his, trying to soothe him into a less distressed state because you knew from years of experience that when Sanzu got quiet and shaky, his mental state was bad.
After a few moments, you pulled back, lips brushing his, âTalk to me,â you murmured.
And for a second, you feared he was going to look away again but instead, he looked up at you through his lashes, jaw clenched momentarily before his lips parted to speak, âI donât know why you want me,â he said, and your heart dropped in your chest, âIâm not-I donât do anything good for you-â
âWhat?â you gaped, voice little over a whisper, interrupting him, but he ignored you.
âI fuck everything up,â he continued, âEverybody knows it. I make so much extra work for you and I canât protect you like I used to and-â
âHaruchiyo!â you said sharply and Sanzuâs lips zipped shut instantly, he looked away. You forced him to look back at you, âHaruchiyo, I want you because I love you.â
He didnât believe you, and your stomach sunk when you noticed the dark look on his face, and you opened your mouth to say something else but paused, a new idea coming to mind, âCâmere, letâs get off the window seat, yeah?â you murmured and Sanzuâs eyes narrowed but you didnât give him the chance to argue, helping to tug him to his feet.
You pulled him over to the bed gently, laying him back and you watched as his face tinted pink as he looked away from you. You only smiled lightly, cupping his cheeks again and making him look at you, âLook at me, baby,â you murmured and you watched as Sanzu looked up at you through his long, wet lashes. You stroked the skin of his cheeks and his chest was rising and falling rapidly as you straddled his waist. âI love coming home to you trying to cook me something, Haru, and-â
âI fuck up,â Sanzu interrupted, âBurn shit, make a mess, I make things so much harder and-â
You shut him up by pressing your lips against his softly, âAnd I love it regardless,â and you watch as he physically faltered, confusion covering his face as his brows furrowed, âHaruchiyo, the fact that you keep trying and trying even though it doesnât turn out the way you want means the world to me.â
And your voice choked up because you hated seeing him like this. It had been so long since he had worked himself up into a state like this and the last time it had happened it had gotten messy in the worst ways--it had been right after the accident when Mikey had told him that he wouldnât be able to take his place back as Bontenâs second. He had gotten nasty, cruel and Rindou and Ran and even Kakucho and Kokonoi had told you to take a break, to let him ride out his anger on his own but you couldnât bring yourself to do it.
Because he wasnât angry, he was hurt and upset and he didnât know how to cope with the change and what type of friend would you have been if you had left him to suffer on his own?
So you pushed through despite the vile words and insults spit toward you and you were there as the anger shifted to distress and you were able to catch him before he hit rock bottom.Â
You pressed your lips to his forehead, lingering there for a moment before pulling back again, âI know adjusting hasnât been easy, and I know youâre trying your best for me-â
âItâs been years,â his voice was hoarse, âI should be-âÂ
âThree years is nothing in comparison to a lifestyle you had grown used to for almost twenty, Haruchiyo,â you interrupted him, âBut youâre trying and-â
âBut Ran-â
âI donât give a shit about Ran,â you said sharply, watching as his face shifted into one of surprise, âI donât care about any of them like I do for you. If I had a choice of any person in the world, I would still choose you a million times over because I love you, Haruchiyo.â
His chest heaving and his breath was shaky and you could tell that he was trying his best not to crumble. âI love you,â his voice was little over a breath and his eyes were glassy and your chest tightened almost painfully as you leaned down to kiss him again. Sanzu didnât verbalize his emotions often, heâd rather show them through his actions, and you knew that when he did it was always a huge show of vulnerability on his part.
This time, his hands came up to your face, one hand sliding behind your head and the other cupping your cheek. His lips moved against yours insistently, desperately, he clung to you like a lifeline and you kissed him back just as urgently, hoping to convey all of the emotions that you couldnât quite figure out how to voice out loud. The âI love yousâ that ran deeper than just mere words and the âIâll never leave youâ that you knew he didnât believe whenever you told him.
âSo much,â you breathed out against his lips, âSo fuckinâ much, Haru, you make everything worth it.â
âStop that,â his voice shook and you wanted to cry because you knew he couldnât handle affection--verbal, physical or otherwise. He had gotten better with physical affection over the years but verbal always made him curl in on himself, it broke down walls that he wasnât ready to let fall.
âNo,â you said and pressed your lips back to his before he could protest, one hand coming up to grab the hand he had cupping your face, intertwining your fingers and pressing his hand down against the mattress next to his head. His free hand fell to your waist, dipping beneath your dress shirt to touch your skin, fingers digging in almost painfully, and you slipped your other hand behind his head, holding him as close as possible.Â
Your tongue traced the inside of his mouth, tasting the honey on his tongue and the spice on his lips. After a few moments, you pulled back, kissing the rough skin of the diamond-shaped scar on the right side of his lips.Â
âYouâre so pretty, Haru,â you murmured, and your name left his lips so shakily that it nearly had you tearing up. But instead, you focused your attention on his neck, sucking gently, tracing soft patterns on the sensitive skin that always had him whimpering and gasping. His grip tightened on your hand as your teeth grazed his skin, you peeked up at his face, entranced by the light flush decorating his cheeks and the way he bit down hard on his bottom lip. âPrettiest boy in the whole world.â
He inhaled sharply as your teeth dug down lightly into the crevice of his neck, a soft whine, muffled from where he was biting his lip, vibrated in his chest and throat.
Your free hand slid from behind his head down to his chest, your other hand squeezed his gently as you worked at unbuttoning his shirt, exposing the skin of his chest. Your nails traced patterns on his skin, his body jerked as you ran your pointer finger around his nipple, breath heavy.
He murmured your name again and you pulled your lips from his neck, eyes falling on his pretty green ones, dark and dilated and barely focused on you.
âYouâre so sensitive, baby,â you giggled, amused, watching as the flush spread across his face darkened.
ââm not,â he said quietly but the protest was only half-hearted.Â
âGonna let me take care of you tonight?â you asked, searching his face for any sort of hesitancy. Sanzu hated giving up controlâso much of his life was already out of his own control that he clutched onto any sort of sense of control he possibly could, and you would never push if he was uncomfortable with ceding it to you.
His lips, puffy and red from your kisses, parted to say something. No words left his lips but after a few moments, he nodded, âYeah,â he said and you smiled at him.
âIâve got you, baby,â you whispered, bringing your lips back to his neck and dragging them down to his collarbone. His breath was quick and heavy as your hand trailed down his chest and abdomen, tracing the lines of his abdomen and the scars decorating his skin.Â
You slid down his body, lips running along his skin, your free hand drifting down to the waistband of his pants as you pressed soft kisses along the deep scar etched across his chest and upper abdomenâthe remnants of the wound that prevented Sanzu from returning to his position in Bonten.
His breath caught and his grip on your hand tightened again, you could feel his eyes trained on you. âRelax, baby,â you murmured against his skin before repeating, âI got you.â
He didnât respond but he let his body sink into the mattress, only lifting his hips to help you slip off his pants and underwear. His grip on your hand remained tight and you smiled against his abdomen as your other hand wrapped gently around his cock. A soft whimper slipped from his lips as you lazily pumped him, thumb running over his leaky tip, smearing precum over his head and down his length.
Your name left his lips as little more than a breath, trailing off into a half-whine and you squeezed his hand gently as reassurance. âIâve got you,â you repeated, âalways got you, Haruchiyo.â
You pulled your lips from his abdomen and slid down a little more, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his cock, watching as his hips jerked up and he let out a sharp inhale.
You moved back up his body, straddling his hips, suppressing the moan that rose to your chest when you felt his cock slide between your folds. Sanzu was unable to muffle the moan, a pretty, soft moan escaping his lips as his hips bucked up.
You ran your thumb over the back of his hand soothingly, your free hand coming up to cup his face as you sunk down on his cock. Your lips parted at the feeling of Sanzuâs cock stretching your walls, thighs trembling lightly on either side of his hips. Your fingers traced his cheekbones, lips grazing his as he let out another moan, breath hot and quick mixing with yours and it made you dizzy.
Your eyes fluttered shut as he bottomed out inside of you but you forced them back open, intent on watching him instead. His cheeks were flushed pink, eyes squeezed shut.
You ran your fingers over his swollen bottom lip, âOpen your eyes, baby,â you said quietly, watching raptly as Sanzuâs eyes opened, green eyes lidded and glassy and unfocused, hair splayed out on the mattress beneath his head.
âYouâre so pretty, Haru,â you murmured again, shivering at the feeling of hot breath quickening against your fingers, at the way he could barely hold his eyes open.
You rolled your hips against his, letting out a soft moan as you felt his cock drag against your walls. Sanzu groaned against the fingers resting on his lips and you brought your hand back to his cheek, the tips of your fingers gently running through his loose hair.Â
You pressed your lips against his jaw, muffling your moans, kissing up and down his neck, more focused on the pretty sounds spilling from his lips than your own pleasure.
His grip on your hand was tight and the fingers of his free hand were trembling against your thigh as you picked up the pace of your hips, rocking yourself harder, faster, you could feel his tip nudging your cervix with every bounce of your hips; listening as the soft moans and whimpers shifted into louder ones, higher pitched.
Your eyes flickered back up to his face, watching as his green half-rolled back, as his jaw went slack, as his grip tightened on your hand and the fingers against your thigh pressed in deeper.
He was close, you could hear it in how his moans grew more desperate, in how his hips rocked up to meet yours, in how he pressed his head back hard against the mattress.
âThatâs it, baby,â your voice broke mid-sentence, a moan slipping out instead, âThatâs it.â
âFeels sâgood,â Sanzu slurred, bucking his hips up faster against yours, âSo good.â
His lashes were wet and eyes were watery and you couldnât draw your gaze from his face. âWanna feel you cum for me, baby,â you gasped, âwanna feel you fill me up.â
The pace of your hips became erratic, desperate to bring both Sanzu and yourself to your highs. At your words, Sanzuâs moan choked, head tossed back, tears slipping down his face, ââm cumminâ, fuck, fuck, âm cumming, I-â
Your mouth dropped open and you pressed your lips hard against his as you felt him spill his release inside of you, teeth nearly clashing against his as you groaned into his mouth, eyes fluttering shut as your own high hit you suddenly.
You grinded your hips down hard against his, shaky as you rode out your high, feeling Sanzu whimper into your mouth, squeezing your hand tight as sensitivity began to take hold.Â
Your breath was heavy as you panted against his lips, body coming to rest limp on Sanzuâs chest. You lifted your head up to press soft kisses against his jaw and neck, kissing both of his scars, lips caressing the rough skin before you finally kissed his lips, your free hand wiping the stray tears that had spilled from his eyes.
His lips moved weak against yours, chest still rising and falling rapidly as he tried to recover from his high.
âI love you,â you murmured against his lips, âSo fucking much. No one could ever compare to you, Haruchiyo.â
You werenât even sure if he was fully registering what you were saying, eyes still unfocused on your face, chest still heaving. And you knew it wouldnât be enough, you knew in a few weeks he would probably face that same rattling fear of abandonment and insecurity but you would make sure to be there again so you could wash them away.Â
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