#the pool of caramel at the bottom is wow

[death-by-mercury]

𝙼𝚢 𝙼𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊’𝚜 𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝙵𝚕𝚊𝚗 (𝙿𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚖)

[ophaeliacs]

morning coffee dripped into the reusable cup, caramel sauce pooling in the bottom, his walking around town on his lunch break had led him through the back streets. he had half a mind to break out in dance and song, backstreet's back, get it, if it weren't for the movement which attracted his attention. now, it wasn't every day he saw someone scrambling, spider-monkey levels. oh, like that one romance novel. twilight! didn't he say, hold on, spider monkey? except there was no vampire and neither was there a second person. she scaled the roof, she clamoured down the ladder, and she landed — he winced. the dumpster rattled with the force of her fall. "wow." musing this aloud, observing as she climbed out. he took a sip of his coffee, swishing it around in the ice, breaking it, like the greeting? ah, if only he said more of this out loud, he might be seen as quirky and funny. "impressive."

her explanation of the pen made him laugh. whenever he laughed, the sound was one of those that travelled all the way down into his diaphragm. the pen was broken at the end where it was meant to be clicked and the ballpoint of ink to appear. "you did all that for a broken pen? ahh, i mean, i totally admire your efforts. i can't keep a stapler in the office to save my own life, so." he clucked his tongue, offering one finger to point in her direction. "do what you gotta do to take your notes, yeah?"

who: open @bluestarters [capping at 2/4] where: a back alley, any neighborhood you like what: shambles falls into a literal dumpster

There wasn't a great deal of danger outside of Weaver Ridge. There was danger of getting side-eyed by a rich blonde woman named Barbara, of course, and there was always the looming danger of finding a single piece of litter on the side of the road - the horror. But Shambles found herself getting bored more and more easily every day. She'd explored almost every inch of Blue Harbor and discovered just about all of the adventures she could here, in the five years since she'd been unceremoniously dumped out of Oak Gardens. A girl had to do something to keep busy. So now, here she was, swinging from a fire escape, and jumping onto a rooftop, sliding from there to the ground, all in the name of avoiding the barbed wire on the top of a locked gate. Some dangers had to be manufactured, these days. Desperate times. She preferred barbed wire to Barb the Boomer though, any day. There was always some parkour involved in urban exploration, she’d learned. The problems she encountered in Weaver Ridge were more about cops and knives than falling from heights, but as she slid off this rooftop, she realized this type of obstacle might be scarier just now. She hadn’t anticipated missing the ground entirely, but here she was… in a dumpster. A softer landing than the ground, maybe, but a much smellier one. She popped up from it only to find someone staring at her. They blinked. She blinked back. "Hello! I just, um... dropped my pen.” she smiled, picking up the first thing she could find.

[headboyweasley]

twenty-one // j.p

pairing : james potter x reader

summary : your past comes to haunt you in the worst way possible.

warnings : angst wow angst, swearing, death, knife, blood, gore, fictional slurs, fluff if you read certain parts with no context

word count : 1.8k

author’s note : finished watching markiplier’s re8 play through and bawled like a baby about the ending for half an hour, so i spent over 2 hours straight writing this to let those emotions out on the only man ever

( disclaimer : gif is not mine! )

Ten years ago, I remember raving to my mom about how excited I was to be 21. Once I hit that age, I said, I would be free to do whatever I want in the world. All the cool tattoos I passed by would be open to my own body now. Ideas of traveling the world or teaching at a wizarding school were popular ones among the years. By then, I would ideally have the best friends in the world and find my soulmate. 21 was going to be my year, I proclaimed.

Now, here I was; ideal age in a fucked world. No way did I expect to be thrown into a war immediately after school and forcing myself through life. There was no chance for a job or travelling at the moment, but a few tattoos did come into stock when I had my minimum free time. Luckily, I got those friends and that relationship. Though, I didn’t expect to be married and a parent so soon. As different as this outcome was, I would like to say I am happy with it.

If I had to guess, it was around 11:47pm on March 27th. James was tuckered out from a long guard duty on his birthday (something that I thought was unfair), while Harry had been sleeping soundly for a few hours already. After a boring day, there was some energy left in me, keeping me from sleeping. Quietly, I laid in my husband’s arms, admiring how young and peaceful he looked asleep. 

Then, a crash from the kitchen.

My heartbeat had picked up as I stiffened. I tried to reason that it was just Gully — until I realized we had him sent to the canines’ distraught home for the weekend. There was no part in me that wanted to face whatever it was, but I remembered Harry. Hearing the footsteps around the bottom floor had me slipping out of James’s grasp and grabbing my glasses to find my wand. 

“Sweetheart?” He muttered with a sleepy drug caught in his throat. Slowly, he began to sit up and grab his own frames to fully see what was happening. “Where are you going?” 

“Go watch Harry. Someone might be in the house.” My words had him up and out of bed, wand at ready. It was obvious he was going to argue about switching places. “James, please, just go to him. I’ll be back before you know it.” Hesitantly, he crept off to our son’s bedroom.

Growing up in a house full of activity at night had me on edge all the time now. However, when sneaking down the stairs, I realized it made me braver to face whatever it would be. Maybe it was just our cat messing around, just like it was my dog growing up. That had to be it.

No lights were on or doors unlocked, but a new breeze had pulled into the home. I took a shaky breath before pushing open the kitchen’s swinging door. On the floor were glass shards from the window just above the sink. My worst fear set in: somebody was in our home.

We quickly made introductions as our uninvited guest buried their blade into my lower back, a hand going to cover my mouth to cover my scream. “We wouldn’t want to wake your baby, now would we?” I know that voice. Why did I know that voice?

Pulling their knife out, their fingers dug into my shoulders. They threw me out of the kitchen and into the living room. A guttural groan escaped me, the wound immediately feeling that. They emerged from the shadows, wand and knife tucked in their waistband. Their caramel locks were greasy and string-like, looking like it hadn’t been washed in months. A sadistic revenge pooled their irises, while the rest of their small body shook with rage.

Beatrice Hughes. “What the fu—” 

She pressed her heel onto my bloodied stomach, causing a coughing fit with specks of red flying out. “Quiet,” she hissed. “Already caused enough problems for me, so I don’t need your blood traitor husband ruining this too.”

It was a surprise to see her. Back in 1979, the rest of her family had been murdered for not realizing a spy, AKA me, had infiltrated them for five months. She was only a sixth year at the time, making it impossible for Voldemort to get her. Dumbledore, that dumb old man, had situated her a place to stay during that summer to keep her from getting hurt. He was supposed to be on our side, wasn’t he? Apparently, that deal was off now, with her smell being putrid. That alone could probably kill me.

“After you fucked over my family and I graduated, no one would take me in. Not even Voldemort supporters because I was deemed ‘too untrustworthy.’” Her toes curled, adding pressure against me. “You ruined my life and I intend to ruin yours. Maybe I’ll kill your husband and son right before you bleed out, screaming from the cruciatus curse. I thought you’d like this method of death — stays true to your loyalty to mudbloods.” Much like her brother, a twisted smirk played on her lips. God, I hate that family so much.

Speaking of the Hughes, they induced a certain amount of anger and need to rebel in me. Gathering as much as I could, I spat at her ripped up shoe. My blood and saliva spilled into a hole and on her foot. A stupid proud grin found it’s way on my face. Getting kicked in the jaw was definitely worth seeing her face morph into disgust.

“You little insolent mixie! I will—” Somebody was storming down from upstairs. It scared her. She shoved her knife just below my chest. Leaning in, she whispered, “Say hi to my brother, will you?”

“Stupefy!” The woman in front of me had slammed against the wall. Unfortunately, it didn’t stop her from disappearing once she got her head back on. My eyes followed the voice and found James, chest heaving. After he met my gaze, his hard expression softened and he rushed over to scoop me in his arms. “Y/N? Speak to me, love, yeah?”

It took me a red cough to find my weary voice. The sight had pricked his tears. “I’m here, don’t worry, you big baby.” I smiled when he began to laugh through held back sobs. “Can’t get rid of me that easily, can you?” When will I learn that I have the worst timing? My body went to curl up into a coughing fit, so I tried to get out, “Okay, yeah, maybe you can.” 

His eyebrows furrowed as a deep frown settled in. This was not funny apparently. “I’ve already called Marlene and Lily just in case. They should be coming soon, just hold on.” Searching the room, he looked for any sign they’d be here. With no response, he propped my body up against his chest. As fucked as this situation, it reminded me of those long nights we’d have on the common room couch, discussing our future.

Future. That was such a lost word now, wasn’t it?

“James, honey? Look.. look at me.” I brought a shaking hand up to his cheek, caressing it in a blissed out state. “Just in case..”

“Don’t say that, I hate when you say that.”

The smile that usually rested on his face was now pulled into a pout. Giggling, I turned to straddle him, fingers lightly tracing his jaw. “Shut up and let me finish, yeah?” Gryffindor’s fireplace crackled in agreement. Once he gave me a reluctant nod, I continued. “Just in case anything happens to me or us, you have to promise me that everything will be okay. That you’ll find somebody else that makes your heart flip, or buys your favorite sweets all the time.”

He thoughtfully watched my waist while his hands ran around it. Eventually, we made eye contact. With a heavy sigh, he said, “Fine. Nothing’s going to happen to us though. We’re forever, even if I have to steal a time turner for us to stay 17.”

“You’re a big baby, you know that?” At the sound of the nickname, he poked at me, making me burst out laughing. “Stop, stop!”

“If you say you love me, then I will.”

“I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you!”

Holding a satisfied smile, he left a flurry of kisses on my face as I cuddled against him. “I love you more.”

James’s face scrunched up in disdain. He hated this conversation. “No, no, don’t say that. We’ll get through this. Don’t be an idiot.” For a moment, he got lost in his thoughts and tears slipped down his cheeks. 

I felt myself begin to cry at the sight. I didn’t like making him sad. Why couldn’t I make him happy? “Jamsie, you promised. You can’t break our promise.”

He forced himself to look away from me. It broke my heart to see him in such a state. My fingers gently tugged at his chin to look at me again. I’m fairly certain I saw his hope drop at realizing my worn state. “What about our friends? What about Harry? What about me?” A broken sob escaped as he hung his head against my throat. “I - I can’t lose you too.”

“You have to live, for all of us, please.” Until now, writing that people could feel themselves falling into death’s grasp was a way to just hit the reader's heart. Never thought I would have to realize the reality of my words. “If they ask for my cause of death, tell them it was that stupid Potter charm. Stopped my heart.” I let out a coughed-laugh, my hand finding James’s to hold. “I love Harry so much. I dedicated it all to him. Please tell him.” He nodded, and I continued, “I love you so much. You are my everything, James. 

Cross my heart, hope to die.”

James’s heart shattered at the limp body of his wife in his arms. Never had he screamed so loud, begging for some sort of return. Never had he cried for so long, praying this was some illusion.

“You’re overdramatic, you know that?” She laughed, pulling herself up to sit higher. “It wasn’t that bad of a hit.”

“Fuck off, I could have lost you. It was fucking horrifying. You didn’t see it,” James grumbled with a tear-stained face. Sometimes he hated how unbothered she was.

She brought him in to press a kiss against his forehead, calming him down. “You can’t lose me that easily, babe. Even when we’re 21 and dead drunk every night, you’ll be stuck with me.”

-

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[writemekpop]

The Substitute Girlfriend | Na Jaemin

21 First Kisses Series Ep. 18

Series Masterlist

Genre: Idol AU, Suggestive

Word Count: 0.5k

“I can’t imagine what it’s like to kiss a girl,” he whispers. “Let me show you.” 

“Oh maybe maybe…

This may be love…”

It’s 10PM, and Jaemin’s rap still rings through your recording studio, his deep voice slicing each syllable to near perfection.

“Wait, stop, stop,” you sigh.

Jaemin falters, his moon-eyes flicking your way. “What’s the problem?”

“That was… wow. Your technique’s perfect… it just needs a bit of emotion. We’re recording a love song! I need to… feel the love.”

Jaemin nods curtly, rolling his shoulders. “Let me try again.”

You stop him with a hand on his shoulder, your stomach fluttering at the firmness of it. “Wait. What are you thinking about when you rap?”

“Um… the notes, I guess.”

“No wonder it’s not working! You need think about romantic things... Like-uh- the first time you kissed a girl…”

You look up through your lashes at Jaemin. He’s blinking rapidly, a deep frown creasing his caramel skin.

“Wait a second,” you murmur. “You have kissed a girl, right?”

“Um- yeah, like of course, yes!” Jaemin nods frantically, red blotches spreading up his neck.

He pauses.

Then he hangs his head. “Okay, maybe not.”

Your heart rate soars, though you have no idea why.

Just then, you get an idea. “Well, that’s okay. I’m a girl. Just try to imagine…” You lean in, so close your knees brush Jaemin’s.

“Try to imagine… the feeling of meeting a lover’s eye in a crowd,” you stare into Jaemin’s midnight eyes, “of your heart racing as they say your name,” your gaze slips onto his rose petal lips, “of that feeling that your hands… were made,” you lift Jaemin’s searing hand with a breath-light touch, “to hold each other’s.”

You slip your fingers into his and clasp his palm. Jaemin’s hand is smooth and shivering with heat.

A moment passes, and you know you should let go of his hand. But you don’t want to.

So you don’t.

You hear Jaemin’s breath catch. Your grasp his hand firmer. Sparks shoot from each searing point that Jaemin’s skin touches yours. When you meet his dark gaze, your lips are sand-dry.

He gulps. “I can’t… imagine what it’s like to kiss a girl,” he whispers.

“Let me show you.”

You move your mouth to his, feeling out the rub of stubble and the slipped silkiness of his lips. You kiss Jaemin slowly for a moment, neither of you moving. Tingles shiver through your every vein, pooling in your belly.

Soon, it’s not enough. You slide your hands onto his shoulders. They sneak down further, to ribs decked with soft T-shirt.

At his waist, you find a hot tight sliver of naked skin under your palms. Jaemin shivers at your touch, and it sends sparks down your spine.

Your fingers reach the waistband of his tracksuit bottoms. Your heart is thundering now. Panting, you lean down and suck a feverish kiss into the base of his neck.

Jaemin suddenly pulls back, a hand smacking against his neck.

You freeze, mouth popping open. “What… happened?

“Sorry… you just surprised me… No, carry on.” Jaemin’s neck is a burning scarlet.

You laugh, leaning in once more. “My pleasure…”

[katsukis-sad-angel]

Based on a True Story

Summary: there's this boy who makes you super uncomfy and doesnt take a hit, but you're to sweet to tell him to back off. Katsuki Bakugou, the more blunt end of the friendship, is happy to tell him off and free you from that sorry bastard.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Warnings: possible tw, a lot of swearing and some pretty colorful insults, there are guys that are really fucking creepy, based on the actual events of February 7th, 2021 at around 10:30 pm

A/N: this was very very rushed, I just wanted to write myself some comfort real quick and go to bed last night and I didn't have time to properly edit! I'm really proud of some of the banter lmao, please enjoy and never be afraid to punt a ballsack! I'll add tags later🙄🙄🙄

A message popped up on your screen and your once neutral expression went sour. Slamming the face of your phone onto your pillow, you groaned angrily into your bedspread, catching the attention of a certain ash blonde sitting in your comfy desk chair a few feet away. Katsuki Bakugou, one of your best friends, gave a questioning glance but refused to meet his ember gaze

“What’s your deal?” He asked, not letting his genuine curiosity as to why there was such a pained look on your face, show.

You opened your mouth but paused.

Katsuki already knew about this boy and scolded you every time he saw his name pop up in your notifications, telling you to ‘fucking block him already’ for the umpteenth time. It wasn’t like you had feelings for the guy anymore, you were just too nice and polite to cut him off completely and tell him to go fuck himself.

The ash-blonde had already volunteered to do it for you, but you always said no because you knew he’d just find another way to contact you.

“It’s that piss baby again isn’t it?” 

“Yeah…”

“Wow, did you just agree with one of my insults?”

“Suki, I’m about to take you up on your offer to tell him to go fuck himself.”

He snickered, “Now you’re talking sense. What the hell is that pansy bitching about now?”

You sigh and roll over on your back and Katsuki moves to sit on the edge of your bed.

“I cut him off for a while, I really did! It felt so good to be free of him, but then he got my number again and started bothering me a few days ago. I saw him at school yesterday and told him I wasn’t interested in dating at all and he was like whatever so I honestly thought he could keep it in his pants and we could just be friends but nooo! He calls me a simp for anime guys, I tell him to stop being a hypocrite because he used to simp for me and he was like “I still do. You’re the only one” yeah like I’m stupid enough to actually believe that!”

You paused to catch your breath, but before you could start speaking again Katsuki interjected, “Well, you are stupid…”

You socked him in the bicep and he hunched over laughing. You looked so fucking adorable when you got royally pissed at him.

“Oh go to hell.” You snapped, crossing your arms and continuing, “Anyway, this guy used to simp for my goddamn sister! Not only do I reject being a replacement for her, but if she rejected his sorry ass, that means he’s a huge piece of shit because she’s super picky.”

“I might’ve mentioned that once or twice-”

You punched him again to shut him up. “Plus he’s super creepy and gross and it always feels like he’s undressing me with his eyes and whenever he’s around I want to dive into a pool full of only chlorine and drink it. I’m just trying to coexist and just be nice to him but apparently, a female looking in his general direction means that they want dicked down by his micropenis. He’s so fucking dense too. Why can’t he see that I’m not interested, especially after I EXPLICITLY told him that?!”

By that point, you were on the verge of frustrated tears, bottom lip trembling just slightly with bottled up emotion.

Katsuki could see it.

You felt trapped in something you never signed up for and you’d do anything to get out. All of this frustration had been stored inside of you for so long and it just kept mounting and multiplying until you burst into tears.

“Goddammit, come here dumbass,” He growled, gathering you into a warm embrace, “You can’t keep all this bs inside okay?”

He let you sob into his shoulder, one calloused hand supporting the base of your neck and the other crossed firmly over your back so you’d feel safe and secure; away from the world full of horrible people and into a small one of just your best friend’s warmth and the sweet sweet scent of caramel.

“Why don’t you listen to me? You’re just too fucking nice to every shitty dickhead that sees you as an easy, fuckable target. Something really fucking bad is gonna happen to you if you don’t shape up and learn how to punt a dude’s excuse for a ballsack and tell him what you really think.”

You raised your head from the solace of his shoulder to look at him with big, reproachful doe eyes and whimpered, “I tried that!”

“Have you tried punting their fucking balls first?”

“No… that would hurt.”

“That’s the point.”

“But if I did it without reason I could get suspended or charged with aggravated assault!”

It was Katsuki’s turn to sigh.

“That’s not the point dumbass, the point is that you need to tell these bastards off when they start getting creepy. You know what? Why don’t you just fucking ignore their sorry asses in the first place!”

You sniffle and drag a hand over your cheek to dry your tears, then resume your position with your face in the crook of your best friend’s neck.

“I feel bad for them.”

“Well stop. I’m gonna call him now alright? After that, we’ll block his stupid ass on every fucking app, you hear me?”

You nod and hug him tighter as he leans forward to grab your phone and opens it with your passcode, swiftly finding his name in your contact list and pressing the call icon, then he tapped the speaker button and waited.

The call was picked up almost immediately and a voice on the other line said, “Hey cutie! I was just about to call and ask to see if you wanted to come over on-”

“She’s not here.” Katsuki cut him off with a dry snarl, “And last time I checked she wasn’t interested enough in your sorry ass for you to be calling her ‘cutie.’” 

You could almost hear his lip curl in utter disgust.

“Who the fuck are you?” The voice asked, dropping its sickeningly sweet tone to something more appropriate in light of the previous insult.

“I’m her fucking boyfriend you dickwad-” You popped up from your haven in surprise, mouth open to sputter in protest but he put a finger to your lips and smirked, “who the fuck are you?”

“No fucking way that whore has a boyfriend-”

“Ex-fucking-scuse me? Shut your mouth, you mother fucking pussy, insult her one more time and I’ll fuck you up so bad you won’t be recognizable by the time you get to the hospital.” He snapped back, “She’s crying right now because you’re too dense to realize she doesn’t want any business with some horse-faced piss baby like you. Take the hint right fucking now you useless bastard so you don’t make the mistake of coming near her again because I. Will. Kill. You. Delete this number because she’s too sweet to block you herself, but I will.”

“Fuck man, I was just tryna get laid. She’s the one who started rubbing herself all over me-”

“I said delete this number. Damn, you are a dense piece of shit aren’t you?”

“Hey, I-”

Katsuki pressed ‘end call’ and blocked his contact, moving from Instagram to Snapchat, to any social app you had, and blocked him left and right until he was satisfied.

“Feel better?” He asked softly, tossing your phone aside and peeling you off.

You carded a shaky hand through your hair and wiped your eyes, giving him a watery smile and a nod.

“Why did you tell him that we were in a relationship?” You asked, voice on the edge of a taunt.

“To make him mad.”

“I mean, it worked, but is that the only reason?” You giggled.

“The hell are you insinuating?”

“Do you… possibly by chance… have feelings for me?”

You batted your eyes at him and he retched, but the smirk was still present on his handsome features.

“What’s it to you?”

You squirm a bit, but something pops into your head so you can stall a bit longer.

“I mean, you’re not THAT ugly-”

He responded with a simple, harsh flick to the forehead to make you whine and try to whack him, but he easily intercepted your fist and pushed you on your back, caging you in nothing short of a horizontal kabedon.

It was your turn to smirk, “Yenno ‘Suki, I could very easily… oh what was your phrasing? ‘Punt your fucking balls’ in this position…”

“Just shut up and tell me what the hell you want.” Katsuki snapped.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered.” You prod.

“You look like a pissed hamster when you’re mad.” He shot back.

“You smell like a fucking candy store after training.”

“You’re the dictionary definition of a dumbass.”

“You have a better hourglass figure than Yaomomo.”

“You're quickly becoming an extra.”

“Date me.”

“Fine.”

“Wait really?”

“It’s the only way I can kiss you, protect you, and keep you all to myself.” He shrugged, leaning in dangerously close, “You don’t fucking understand how hard it is to watch you prancing around with one failed abortion after another and watching you cry because they leave since you don’t want the one thing they’re after.”

“You’ve always been there for me ‘Suki… I guess I just took you for granted, and I’m really sorry.” You met his soft vermillion gaze with a meaningful and apologetic one and reached out to squeeze his hand.

“‘S okay. You’re mine now, right?”

You nod, smiling. 

“So it doesn’t matter how dense you are anymore.” He smirked, laying down on your bed and dragging you down with him so you were tucked comfortably under his chin.

You grabbed the remote and flicked on the tv, preparing to turn on an anime you had in mind.

“What romance garbage are you inflicting on me this time?” Your new boyfriend groaned, burying his face in your hair.

“One that’s super sappy and romantic and sad just to piss you off.” You pouted, clicking on each letter to form the desired word in the search bar.

“Have fun with that.” Katsuki snarked, beginning to move away, but you stopped him by deftly pressing your lips to his.

You slowly pulled away, blushing furiously, but happy to feel strong forearms snaking around your front and crossing over your stomach.

“I certainly will.” You respond.

[ravenempress101]

~Revolution Of Maddness~ Dionysus Greek Imagine Chapter 1

Authors note: finally made a Greek imagine. the legends of tomorrow did that on the episode. they picked my favorite love child to be Dionysus and had to write about it so here it is a new update and it will be a series cause it deserves one so enjoy my sweethearts! With everything going on have to spread happiness and love all of you my followers people who come across my story and heart i love you and truly be safe and love you! <3

Warnings: mind control, pure temptation, no smut, alcoholism, parties,swords

Words: 4.2k

"en grade newbie" "i am gonna kick your ass' Sara began to toss her frame in air cartwheeling her legs. her formation was about to take a final destination, she pulls her sword and swings upon y/n's side. y/n retracts her back inches toward the ground from the blow. as y/n stands up at Sara, the sword swings toward Sara's right side. the blow broke her defenses. twirling in the admits, her body collides with the floor. clenching her soft jaw at a winner of the sword fight. nick appeared from the door cups in his hand emblem with a mermaid locos monster on them.

"ooooo Starbucks thanks Nate"

Nate nodded at both of them while preparing the projector for the seminar. y/n paced over toward the cups capturing one in her hand, and niche her metal blade down onto the coffee table. Sara stood up and capturing one of the coffee. as she sat sat down sipping the espresso. Nate began to say 'your welcome i got you guys, double shot of espresso over ice, an american with a dash of mint, and a green tea with a hint of spearmint cause i was feeling freaky fresh today'

a mild chuckle escaped from y/n's lip at Nate. Sara slapped your arm to hide the laugh as she raised her cup in toast formation a smirk plastered on her lips commending Nate for the peace offering.“okay Nate no more reading joke books for a while”

as she takes another gulp of the raven liquid,he threw his hand up in embarrassment everyone making there way in the assignment lab. a meeting for a new mission were under there belt. as Nate said his hello to everyone for showing up to the meeting. capturing the red folders in his hand he gave a folder to all the members. y/n reaching for a red one Nate having one more folder with black and gold symbols on it. he placed it in your hand. y/n captured the folder in her hand wearing a puzzled expression.

"i think you gave me the wro...'

"alright case no.177 Dion's returned to his father Zeus by Dion or to be known as Dionysus" Nate flicked the screen. the screen appear to have a royal cup from the era of 950 BC. y/n blinked her eyes, refocuses to her folder opening it. there was a photograph of a young man with raven loose curls, deep dimples that covered his cheeks on his caramel cast a minority of freckles. "wait the god of winery is at a university, interesting" y/n scanning at a picture with the boy Dionysus with a basketball jersey of no. 52 in black bold on the front. Hes smiling but somethings off about how he poses for the picture.y/n was astound by the Greek god of winery. Zeus's son behaving like a animal. it was impossible for Dion to have any manners.

"sure is very" "that is an awesome cover up" Sara booming scribbling characters on her paper. Nate change the slide, the university and the sigma fraternity of the college that Dion was ruling over appeared. Dionysus was a regular kid on the outside but on the inside a bloodline of 1,456  years of pure immortality youth. 

"not so awesome, y/n you would have to get Dionysus in your corner, his father Zeus needs him for his kingdom' y/n stalking off in a pointless huff. her anger burning at the words from Nate. "really me" "Oh no" "why me?' it's my first day"

Nate claps his hand together as rambling stopped. strutting over toward yourself placing your hand on your shoulder "you'll do great if i didn't know i would have never recruited you, this will prove to us and you that you can handle anything" a slight grin creep on her face at his encouragements. y/n knew she had a flame in her to fight but the god of madness was unknown to her. y/n praying that her charisma must prosper on him.

therefore, they appear a few days later at the university of the sigmas. college kids sprinting through campus. the teachers pulling out pink slips and the teachers sprinting after the kids, the smell of rose perfume in the air of the sorority woman dressed up in dresses of coordinating pink.y/n rolled her eyes of the desperate childishness memories  that back when she was a 23 year old. The tables of the fraternities, sororities, and forities. mission was calling her name to sign up for one of the Greek organizations. Dionysus has to be in one of the big Greek leads.

"where is the god of destruction' a pink set of shirts wore by girls past her. y/n scanned her surroundings for the mysterious boy Nate set for her. the smell of dark chocolate feeling the air as Nate and her distracted by the rumbles of there stomachs. "dang can't believe it's been so long, they used to call me shot gun Nate'  Nate walked over to one of the fraternity beer coolers and captured a beer. poking a hole in the side of the can and then cracked the seal at the top . downing the beer in seconds, y/n heart stopped at Nate her words held captive at what he did. the empty can collided with the floor and a 'woo" erupted from him as the students clapped an cheered "shotgun Nate" at his reenactment of his college days.

"shot gun Nate really" y/n giggled at the praised man. leaving the college students with amazement. "yes could drink a whole keg in three minutes or less, that was the big bang and then Dion.." college men with bullhorns started chanting"delta sigma phi" from across the sanctuary . men dressed in college t-shirts in formation convey a perfect angel from above.

"there he is"

y/n pointed at the tint shades being his hidden drunken state. His tan chubby frame leap off the throne.strutting over toward Nate and you at the sorority table you signed up for "where here, i love this day where i can meet all the fraternities and sororities with sweet alluring angels, hello angel whats your name' his orbs dance on your masterpiece. y/n nausea creep up at her throat. she took a big gulp forcing the food back down in her. y/n knew she was sick from his cockiness of attitude.y/n whispered to herself while Nate overheard her. "I'll break your bon...

"wow wow aye now" 

Nate raising his index finger and gave her a death glare.y/n smiled innocently at her mentor transforming her attitude to positive. returning back to Dion’s gaze at her chubby frame while capturing his bottom lip in between his teeth. curves carved by Aphrodite herself set Dionysus in a vibe. "i mean hello and what is your name sir" "well its Dion and i see your participating in the zeta omega the charlie's angels of the sorority' Dion purring at her.the god of ecstasy pools of chocolate appear slight soberness toward y/n as she side eyed Nate. Nate couldn't get her out this one. it was time to prove her worth. "yes i am and what fraternity yourself apart of" y/n placed her free hand underneath her chin. soaking up Dion's beauteous features he portrayed "the sigmas also known as the forbidden fruit of the campus but Hun i'll make arrangements for you" Dion stepping closer toward y/n. his slender rough finger guided along your arm. y/n's body quaked from the touch of Dion. y/n stepped back from the gorgeous man.

"ugh i’m good Nate, i am done with this mission' a fire-seed rose up in y/n, as she began gritted her teeth. silence fell upon her as she stormed off. her footsteps were acid like movements burning the ground she walked on. the sparks in her brain at Dion's actions where uncalled for. Nate chased right after yourself. furrowing his eyebrows your way.being selfish was the only option y/n had made this whole mission.it was time for y/n to be selfless this one time for the legends. "then your kicked off the legends, y/n hes not that bad' Nate placing a burden upon y/n. Dion as went through nails and dirt and y/n couldn't even pushed down her ego.his attitude toward girls can change for the better. a journey for the both of them was underway.

"yes he is, a childish boy that thinks hes so awesome but really not look at him" both of you glanced at the Greek god as he downed his golden cup of wine that he created from his vineyard. the 5 gentlemen that followed him waved there hands in front of his chiseled face. a smirk came your way as he waited for your presence to disrupt his atmosphere.Dion wanted yourself so bad and he would do anything to get you sprung over him.time and patience is all he needs. "just try the best you can do with him we need him for Zeus and he needs care' as Nate scanned a cocky Dion placed his finger pointing at y/n wiggling it for a gesture of "come my why" y/n clenched her jaw as she saw red giving him the death glare on the naive men. Nate jumped right in front of her for a distraction. he soothed her anger.

"ugh fine' y/n through her ego away and walked back over to her project. "alright Dion i'm y/n do you wanna help me pick out a sorority crown i have to wear' capturing the catalog in her hand. scanning at all the majority diamond crowns and looking back up at Dion with a shy smile. side eyed the followers of men for agreement.they all nodded Dion captures his arm in yours. 'oooo first day and you wanna hang with me leggo' y/n and Dion walked out into the building and on the sorority neighborhood he owned.

"great!' victory was at hand for y/n and she couldn't be more happy next, Dion sitting in the kitchen chair. a laptop placed on his lap as he organized a guest list for his ultimate party of the century. the god of ecstasy made euphoria a place for all his parties. "so y/n coming to my party tonight since i helped you pick out the tiara for your sorority" "mhmmm i don't know i have to get stuff together for this sorority' Dion and you were in his house. a silent whisper fell upon both you.y/n thought Dion had classes but he skipped and bride somebody to go to his classes for him. 

"it will be fun if your there, sound like the party type and it will get me a better chance of having fun if your there with me' 'mhmm i don't know i have to get stuff together for this sorority" pointer finger captured in between her teeth as she bite tiny marks on her fingernails. Dion plastering a smile convincing you to his rage. y/n didn't sign up for a drunken teenager as the mission went on. staying on her feet and having her senses high alert was her main priority. "okay okay stop your begging Dion i'll go" "that’s what i do best and great i'll save you a spot" while Dion winked your way. his head found his way onto your shoulder. once came in contact with yourself y/n's organs shivered. her soul glowing from the Greek god that touched her. as Dion was scanning his computer screen. y/n forehead flared up with sweat droplets. puzzled on how her body react with his touch was amazed. 

Stumbling over her "great" the words stayed in her throat. Dion retracts his touch from her and y/n inhales deeply as her insides stood at a still. everything going back to normal, and the sweat disappear. Dion getting up from his seat and walking into the kitchen. y/n looks over her shoulder while capturing her iPhone from her pocket. as she unlocked her phone. started typing a message to Nate, "omg Nate i have to go to the party Dionysus is planning really???" the iPhone buzzed and y/n scanned at the text  that he left on her phone "yes you do! the mission must be going really well, don't drink to much" cursing under her breathe. as she typed away the next text and pressed send. "omg fine you owe me one"

Dion made his way back into the room. a plate of rice in his hand and chop sticks in the other he sat down and took a bite and held the plate to your face. as y/n shook for a refusal he went back to planning. the darkness filled the air as the stars decorated the sky. y/n walked toward Dion's fraternity house. two boys Turing up beers and smashing the cans on there heads while shouting violently. wandering eyes landed to the lawn of all the toilet paper from the trees and the signs the sigmas created for there fraternity. y/n turned on her heels and walked back over toward her sorority house. y/n was in defeat at the accomplishment "look who made it, know you show up' Dion wrapping his words around your body. pulling yourself back towards the fraternity house. Dion ran down the steps capturing your hand  guiding yourself into the sweaty body's grinding on each other. "hey Dion yes i'm here' "good i'm very glad you are,we have a long night ahead of us, lets get a drink shall we?"

"its a very special drink i want you to try' Dion forcing your body to his wine table. the table was covered with Hennessy and vodka. the bottles labeled with his name on them and sliver ribbon were around the alcohol bottle. "you have a lot of wine' guiding your free hand over the wine. y/n capturing one in hand and about to slip it in her pocket. Dion captures both of your hands in his some grapes from the table and starts smashing it between his rough palms with your soft ones. a fine liquid filled the glass of the self made wine that he mastered. "yea i make it here try a sip' the navy blue liquid filled to the rim. y/n captured the glass from his hand and placed her nose above the special drink. the contents were sweet but a bitterness tickled her nose. "cool so how long have you been part of the fraternity?" y/n scanning down her glass while mixing the drink. the drink was filled with darkness. a raven liquid filled with night. "a few years, i really find myself humble while ruling over the campus, drink up sweetheart"

placing the wine glass toward her heartshappes and tossed back the glass. the bitterness wine gliding down her throat. a Delicious taste invade it her taste buds. as sweat flared up on her forehead. her body temperature rising. "i feel hot Dion' Dion took a sip.the alcohol entering both of your bodies.y/n body felt hot to the touch. she felt like she wanted to strip all her clothes and jump in the pool just to release the steam she was feeling inside. "oh you'll cool down, how’d that taste?" Dion's cup colliding with the floor and he took your cup and the cup following behind. y/n's mouth erupted with coughs. pupils dilated and a source of enlightenment to her frame. her body floated from the high that his drink possessed. 

"well tastes... awesomely delicious and i feel..' y/n's word started to muffle out her mouth. placing a foot in front of the other sounds of the crowd becoming a blur. her foot steps boomed in her ears. her heart at a slow steady speed. a clogging feeling to her ears. Dion's smiled turned dark staring at your frame. "Free almost right?, i'm going to ask yourself some questions" y/n felt like her body gave up on her conscious and were following her new leader. Dion, his voiced boomed in your soul. her orbs made its way toward Dion's chocolate ones. swimming the the looseness he conjured upon yourself. "are you really here for a sorority?' y/n blinking her eyes, refocusing on coming back to her body. the siren he position was a strength like no other. y/n mentally fighting but physically giving into the temptation. fading out of conscious.

"y-y-e... no' Dion strutted over towards yourself. Dion found pleasure in what he was doing. "tha’ts it baby girl cmon' "really why are you hear of all places?" his concerning question filled with care.y/n was becoming in denial and trusting of him in all one sitting. y/n chasing her thoughts back and slowly backing up from Dion for ehat he was did. stuttering forcing on her lips. the cover couldn't be blown. 

"Hun don't struggle, you'll  tire yourself out, just let go" senses shifted from his words as y/n's legs gave out. her frame collided with the floor. trembling filled her body as Dion crouched down to her level. her eyes started to loose her natural color and form into Dion's his rough fingers landed underneath your soft chin. y/n relaxed under his touch as Dion scanned for any control your body, soul, and mind for him to rule over. her blinking ceased and tears welled up in her eyes. one tear escape from her orb and found its way down its cheek. "i'm not here for this sorority, please see your dad he needs you" the moment Dion realized what had came from your mouth is heart broke. his feeling like he was drowning underwater. as Dion paused in front of yourself at the information he gathered. his rough palms trailing up and down your arms. warmth fell upon yourself. 

"now isn't that better, the truth is better and look princess your reward is being here with me don't need you running off now your special just as your mind is" Dion's eyes filled with a soft venom of anger and a clenched jaw. a daze came over y/n as she nodded at the command. "yes i will be he-rr-e for you and only you Dion" shoulders relaxed. as a questionable peace came over her. as y/n began to embrace Dion she felled straight to the floor in front of him. her body knew his commands right away. a bow she took. Dion thoughts in his brain of your schedule he place you on.

"that’s so very tight to hear, can' wait to hear the little cries as you worship me' Dion taking your chin forcing yourself to look up at his gaze. Dion summoned one of his followers to him and Dion whispered in his ear "get the legends of tomorrow on the phone, they will be proud of me and her for what i done" Dion evilly grinned at yourself. all the thoughts of you and him were causing excitement for him.y/n trapped with the caramel man side. the euphoria crashing through  her body and Dion was the supplier toward that feeling. Dion shouted and men appeared from the shadows toward his command "men, help her change into something sexy, i found what i need and shes the kindest goddess ever. the men nodded there way toward him and captured your arms in there hands leading yourself in a room as yourself left. Dion waved his free hand at yourself of a gesture of welcoming to a new home.  

[cozywritings]

Stitches ch8: To The Man Who Let Her Go

You were woken up by the sound of your door opening, someone was obviously trying to be quiet. Obviously it was Shawn, he’s the only one with a a spare key card. When you rolled over you heard a soft “shit”, as he feared being caught. You wanted to just sit up and have him cuddle into you, you could smell his cologne across the room, but you kept your eyes closed, letting him do whatever he was planning.

He rustled around for a few minutes, and you heard the sound of paper, you wanted so badly to see what he was doing but he was obviously trying to do something special. Finally you heard him move closer to you, his hands resting by your head while he sat next to you on the bed. 

He pressed a soft kiss to your head before rubbing your side softly. “Hey there princess. Wanna wake up for me? I’ve got a surprise for you.” Opening your eyes, you couldn’t help but smile. There was your adorable boy, smiling down at you with a terrible case of bed head.

“I heard there was a surprise waiting for me.” You giggled, getting louder when he looked offended. 

“You wouldn’t wake up for kisses but you’ll get up for gifts. I see how it is.” He crossed his arms and pouted as you laughed. 

You sat up, pressing your lips to his shoulder. “You don’t wanna kiss me before I brush my teeth, that would be gross.” you mumbled against his skin. 

He looked at you with the most fake serious face he could muster, “Of course I would. Come give your man some love.” You pulled back, watching him move to wrap his arms around you and pull you into his lap. 

With your legs straddling his thighs, he hummed into the kiss, fingers tangling in the bottom of your hair. “Mhm good morning princess.” He hummed, lips kissing around your face. 

“Good morning bub. You seem happy today.” 

He nodded against your hair. “Gonna get to show off my girl tonight. I’ll have the most beautiful date with me. Of course I’m happy.”

A blush found its way across your face as he spoke. “So I thought that you could go shopping today and get a gorgeous dress for tonight. And then if you have time when you get done, we can lay out by the pool.” 

You nodded, “That sounds amazing.” Already, you were mentally counting how much you could spend on a dress, and possibly new shoes with the savings from nannying over the summer.

“Perfect. Well you can’t go shopping without some reinforcements.” He smiled, motioning to your desk that had a large caramel macciato with what looked like extra caramel, some fruit, and what looked like an envelope. “I made sure the coffee was decaf because I know that caffeinated coffee makes you spaz out.” You got up quickly, padding over to take a giant sip. 

“God I love you. What’s in here?” You asked, reaching for the envelope. He looked bright red, biting his lip as you opened it. Your eyes widened as you saw the money. “Sh- Shawn. There’s a lot of money in here. What…. what are you doing?” 

He just blushed and smiled at you. “I wanted you to go get a dress for tonight, and whatever else you want. Think of it as a birthday gift.” He stood up and walked over to you.

“Shawn, my birthday was last month. You got me a bracelet and took me to dinner.” you looked at him in shock.

He smiled down at you and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Also, I know you are ready, and so I wanted it to be perfect. I’ve got us a room in the hotel that the dinner is held at, and there’s a bottle of champagne on ice that’ll be waiting for us.”

You just stared at him, unable to properly think. “Shawn that. Wow. I- I’m gonna go get Emily. We’ve gotta shop!” He smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. 

“Can you have breakfast with your boyfriend first?” He asked, popping open the lid on the fruit container and you nodded, popping a strawberry into your mouth.

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“Oh my god you two are finally ready!?” Emily squealed as you pulled into the outlet parking lot. “Yeah. I think I’ve been ready for a few weeks now, and Shawn’s got a whole evening planned and everything. So we have a….” you paused, finally actually counting the money in the envelope and choking on your strawberry mango smoothie. “A thousand dollar… um, budget for today. Good god Shawn.”

Emily coughed next to you “He works where, again? Where the fuck did he get that kind of money?” You just shrugged, not having an answer yourself. 

“He didn’t say. Just told me to “go wild with my outfit and then some.” Stuffing the money back in your purse, the two of you hopped out of your little Versa, making your way to the first store.

“So what color dress are you thinking?? Or do you know?” She asked, tossing her empty smoothie cup into the trash before walking into the first shop. 

Looking at a pale pink dress, you shrugged, “Maybe blue. But I’ll probably go with a black dress, unless something really speaks to me.” She nodded, flipping through dresses on a rack.“Now why would they use such an older dress in the window?” You mumbled to yourself as you noticed a dress that was at least two years old in the mannequin in the storefront. 

“What was that?” An elderly lady in a navy suit asked. 

She was obviously the manager, and you bit your lip, embarrassed she heard you. “I was just saying that you should change out the dress in the front, it’s an older style. Not many girls are wearing two piece dresses anymore. It’s all about the cutouts, deep V’s and thigh slits right now. Plus, it’s a pastel blue. You should really have a jewel toned dress up there.” She looked at you, both irritated and shocked at your brutally honest input. 

“I- and how would you know that?” Her voice higher now that she was irritated at your call out.

You rolled your eyes, “It’s my job to know that.” You stated, looking over at Emily who was eyeing a dark green velvet dress. The woman just looked at you, then over at the window and grabbed a new dress off the rack and made her way over to the display. 

“What about this one?” Emily asked, showing you a black dress that looked more like a bodysuit with a tulle skirt. 

You absoltely loved it, “It’s gorgeous, but I don’t think it’s appropriate for the Med Department.” You laughed, taking note of how revealing the dress truely was. She nodded, placing it back on the rack and moving around the store.

It was just after noon when you stopped for lunch at a small shop, only ordering a small salad knowing you’d have a big dinner, you were getting a massage soon, and also, you still haven’t found a dress and didn’t want to be bloated. “There’s still one more dress shop I wanna try before I just go back for that blue one.” You said, tossing your salad container into the trash can.

Walking into the shop, you could just feel that you were going to find the dress. It just had to be in there. “Oh my god. Look at this!” Emily squealed, pulling out a black dress with a semi-deep V neck. “That’s… fucking perfect for you Oh my god.” You reached for the dress, running towards the dressing room.

“This is absolutely beautiful. I love this so much!” You smiled, looking on the mirror, you hadn’t shawn Emily yet. When you walked out, she had to cover her mouth to conceal her scream. “You have to get that one.” Was all she could say. That’s when you knew, you had to have it.

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Now completely relaxed, and all the tension was out of your body, you and Emily made your way back to the dorm. “He’s going to completely lose his shit when he sees you in that dress. I wish I could see it.” 

You looked over at her and smiled. “Thanks for coming with me today. It really means a lot, everything you’re doing for me. I really appreciate it Em.” She reached over and grabbed your hand, squeezing it as a silent acceptance. “So, anything new with the cute guy in your bio class?” 

She shook her head. “While I’m bi. He’s fully gay. So there’s not a lot going on there.” You both laughed at the irony. “But that girl you mentioned to me, she’s really sweet and we are going to get some milkshakes tonight as a casual date!” You were glad to see her happy. Emily had basically become your best friend since that first day.

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You checked your phone: 6:25. Shawn should be there to get you any minute, and you were practically shaking. You looked yourself over in the mirror one last time before putting on the dress. Your body was clad in a navy blue lace set, it was the last purchase of the day.

You smiled as you stepped into the dress, zipping up the side and slipping on your new heels. One last fluff of your hair, and there was a knock on the door. “Darling, are you ready? I’m too excited to see you.” You could hear the smile and nerves in his voice.

Without saying anything, you swung open the door. Shawn was standing there in a navy suit with black shoes, but when he saw you he practically fell to his knees. “Oh fuck. You… you’re so beautiful. I can’t even believe it.” Both of your cheeks turned a rosy pink at the statement. “Are you ready to go, my love? You don’t have a bag packed.” His eyebrows pulling together.

“Don’t need one.” You smiled, pecking his cheek as they turned a deeper pink. He blinked quickly before ushering you out to the car, taking a second to steal a few kisses before pulling out of the parking lot.

“Damn Mendes, when you said you were going to have the best date, you weren’t kidding!” Some guy with curly blonde hair announced, clapping Shawn on the back. 

“I told you guys. My girl is better than your lack of dates or the fact that half of you brought friends.” You just watched as he shot a wink over at you. “Honey, this is Trevor. He was my roommate last year.” He smiled, placing a hand on your lower back. 

“It’s nice to meet you.” Your voice loud due to the music playing. 

Trevor smiled at you, “Glad to see you came. Curly boy over here was nervous after he forgot to tell you this was even happening.” You all laughed before taking seats at the table, looking around and trading glasses of wine to fit your preferences.

Dinner was absolutely amazing. You honestly could’ve eaten another plate if it wasn’t for your nerves. Dessert was a choice of chocolate cake and cheesecake, so you each got one and shared half. “You two are horribly cute.” Someone mumbled as you took the bite of cheesecake Shawn was holding out for you. 

“Just in Love.” Shawn answered quietly and you scrunched your nose at him. The smile on his face was perfect.

You all talked for a while before they cleared out a few tables for some dancing room. The dance floor was mainly taken up by the professors and their spouses, but without fail, like the last banquet, Shawn held his hand out to you. “Would to care to dance with me, my love?” You ended your conversation about the latest season of Nailed It with Marie, Trevor’s sister, and stood up to join Shawn.

“You look absolutely gorgeous tonight, I can’t get over it. But don’t forget that when you’re ready, we’ve got a room waiting for us upstairs.” He reminded you as you walked onto the dance floor, surprising a few of the other couples with the fact that you two were going to dance.

“Bring her flowers on a weekday, run a bath just to let her know; just to let her know she means the world to me…”

The song hummed softly, it wasn’t much of a dancing song, but god was it perfect. Swaying softly to the beat, Shawn leaned down “... so tell me, how did I ever get so lucky…” he sang softly, making you blush. Be he kept humming into your ear “...your loss is mine to hold, so to the man who let her go, I’m thanking you the most..” his lips brushing below your ear.

It was a very romantic and intimate moment for the both of you. 

You closed your eyes, feeling the way his lips lingered on your skin far too long for the public eye. “I love you.” 

He smiled against your neck. “I love you too baby. Just let me know when you’re ready to go. This is all at your pace.” With that, he stood up straight again, blushing when you rested your head on his chest as the song changed to some country love ballad.

It was some hours later when you decided you were ready. Your feet were aching, and so was another body part of yours. “Hey there handsome.” You hummed, coming up next to Shawn who was having a drink at the bar, talking to some friends. “You wanna get out of here?” His eyes widened for a moment before he nodded, setting the half drank glass of whisky on the counter.

“Okay guys, I’ll talk to you later. We’re gonna head up to the room.” You watched as he waved goodbye to everyone, promising to catch up after Christmas break. 

“I forgot Christmas break was next week. I didn’t make any plans because I’m not able to fly home.” You thought out loud. 

“Don’t worry baby. We can figure something out.” He whispered, kissing the side on your head and walking you towards the doors of the ballroom.

As the two of you stepped into the elevator, Shawn’s lips were on your neck, sucking softly and mouthing the words “I love you” and “beautiful” against your skin until the elevator made a ding.

The two of you almost tripped over your own feet as you made your way to the room, Shawn fumbling for the key in his breast pocket. You had your arms wrapped around his waist as he pushed open the door, only to turn around and pick you up. You let out a giggle as he shut the door and placed you down onto the bed gently.

You couldn’t help the gasp that you let out when you looked around the room to see rose petals everywhere, some candles littering the vanity and the countertop in the bathroom. “Shawn this is-“ you looked up to see him grinning like an excited kid. 

“I did good??” His cheeks a soft pink.

“You did amazing.” He relaxed, leaning down for a kiss.

He pulled back and looked at you, eyes lidded and cheeks flushed. “Would you like to join me in a bath?” You nodded, smiling up at this perfect man. Shawn reached behind you and unzipped your dress, eyes widening at the lingerie adorning your body when it slid to the ground. “Oh baby.” He whined, watching you bend to step out of the dress. “God you’re so perfect. I can’t even-“

Without warning you leaned up and pressed a wet kiss to his neck. “Shawn. Can the bath wait??” He nodded, fingers digging into your hips. 

“If at any time you want me to stop, just tell me okay??” You mumbled an “okay” into his skin before you were laid down on the bed. Your mind already fixated on the heat between your thighs as Shawn slowly unbuttoned his shirt and let it slip to the floor. He was so perfect and you honestly didn’t know how you got him, but your thoughts were cut short when he undid his belt and slid the bottom half of his clothing onto the floor.

You giggled as he peeled off his socks, tripping over his own two feet and almost falling on top of you. “You’re still 100% sure??” He asked again. 

You looked up at him with a sincere gaze, “I am. Shawn I love you and I trust you. Please.” He smiled, leaning down for a kiss that had you closing your eyes and moaning. 

“I love you too.” He breathed out, fingers inching towards your panties. You nodded, wordlessly begging for him to take them off, and with one swift movement, they joined his clothes on the floor, the matching bra following quickly after.

Sure you’d seen each other naked before, but this was different. This meant more. This was a very different situation. Your back arched when he wrapped his lips around your nipple, his tongue rolling the bud around before switching to the other one. His hands were rubbing along your sides in a calming manner, slowly moving closer to your thighs. “Shawn. Please touch me.” He let out a low moan, pulling off your chest to lick a single stripe up your core.

You instantly arched off the mattress, your fingers gripping the sheets. Shawn smiled against your inner thigh before going back in, making sure to get you ready for the next action. “Shawn, baby I’m ready. Please.” It was a soft whimper, and he reached into the pocket of his slacks on the floor to pull out a condom. You watched through hooded eyes as he rolled it on, hissing at the friction.

Shawn smiled at you, pressing a kiss to your collarbone before moving to hover over your body. “Are- are you sure you want to do this?” He asked again, fingers brushing your cheek gently. “More ready than I’ll ever be.” You nodded, closing your eyes when he leaned in for a kiss. “Here” He whispered, threading your fingers together and softly kissing you as he started to push into you.

You let out a soft whimper, the burn a little more than you were expecting. “You okay?” He asked softly, feeling you squeeze his hands. 

“Mhm. Just hurts a little. It’s been a while since I’ve been intimate.” He captured your lips again, pushing more of himself into you and letting out a soft moan. You took a deep breath, looking up at Shawn, his head lowered and curls dangling in your face. “Shawn?” His head snapped up. “You can umm… you can keep going. I’ll be alright.”

His lip caught between his teeth, he bottomed out, a low mewl escaping his throat. “Oh fuck. You okay honey??” His eyes looking over your face for a sign.

“I’m okay. You can move. I promise I’m okay. Please move Shawn.” He smiled at you, a sweet, loving smile, before pulling out and snapping his hips forward gently. He started at a gentle pace, allowing you to get used to the feeling of him inside you.

Eventually, you let go of his hands and rested your hands on his shoulders, clawing gently when he picked up the movements of his hips. You let out a loud moan, throwing your head back, asking for him to leave his mark. He caught on, sucking on your tender neck, and moaning against your skin when you moved your hips with his. “Shawn. Pl- please.” You whimpered, grabbing his hand and leading it to your clit.

He nodded, rubbing tight circles and sucking a nipple into his mouth. “Baby, I’m about to-“ you nodded, tugging on his curls and whimpering out a “me too”. His thrusts became erratic, your moans bouncing off the hotel walls as your stomach burned

“Shawn, I can’t- I’m gonna-“ but you didn’t get a chance to finish your warning. Your orgasm crashing down on you, you let out a small scream. Shawn letting go at the same time. A string of “I love you”s being mumbled between the two of you. 

He rested his head on your chest, his curls a little damp, “You okay love? Did I hurt you? Are you alright?” His protectiveness coming out as he rubbed along your side, his head still resting on your chest.

You smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m perfect. You were perfect. I’ve never felt this safe in my life.” You felt him smile against your skin before he sat up. 

“Are you too tired for that bath I promised you?” You shook your head and he laughed, helping you up.

Now sitting in a tub of bubbles, a glass of champagne on the tray, you closed your eyes. Shawn sat behind you, his thumbs rubbing along your neck to soothe you. “I love you so much.” He smiled, leaning forward to kiss the back of your neck. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t even care if I fail this Med program. As long as I have you.”

You let out a giggle as he spoke, “I love you too. More than you’ll ever know. It’s like- I don’t know. Like you complete me. But you’re definitely not going to fail out of this program” You laughed, curling back into him and letting him wrap his arms around you.

“You’re so perfect.” He whispered into your ear.

---

You woke up to someone knocking on the door, a muffled “room service” being said before Shawn moved from the bed to open the door. “You just stay here. Rest.” He smiled, dragging the cart into the room and tipping the boy at the door.

“I got you an omelette with lots of cheese and butter, like you like it, and some fruit.” He smiled, handing you your plate before grabbing his own plate of waffles and bacon. “Oh and there’s mimosas too.” He spoke over a mouth full of bacon. You giggled, handing him a glass and relaxing back into the pillows to eat. “How are you feeling today?” He asked, looking over at you. 

“Sore, really tired. But I’m okay. Last night was, perfect, thank you.” Shawn placed his already empty plate on the cart and fed you a piece of fruit. 

“I should be the one thanking you. You were the perfect date, and the best girlfriend anyone could’ve ever asked for.” You blushed, taking another sip before placing it all on the cart and settling back into bed, too full to eat anymore. Shawn yawned, nuzzling into your stomach that was covered in his button down from last night. “Wanna go back to sleep, but also wanna love on you.” He whined, kissing your belly button. 

Playing with his hair, you smiled “How about you love on me until you fall asleep?” He looked at you like you had just given him the answer to life. 

“That’s fucking perfect!”

---

Now back on campus, you felt almost sad. You wanted to spend the rest of eternity in that hotel room with Shawn, tangled in the sheets and stealing kisses. 

There was a knock on your door before Emily walked in, a huge grin on her face. “Tell. Me. Everything.” She demanded, plopping down on your bed. So you did, you told her everything. From the reaction he gave when he saw you, to the sex, to the drive back that ended with a makeout session in his room before you made it back to your own. “That sounds so perfect! I’m so happy for you and he’s such a gentleman I fucking can’t handle it.” She squealed, hugging your fuzzy pink pillow. “But anyways. I came to ask what your plans for winter break were.” Her smile growing. 

“Actually I don’t have any. I forgot it was even on Monday. So I’ll probably just stay here and binge watch Queer Eye or something. I was going to fly home and surprise my family but after the incident with my dumbass backing into that light post, my savings went towards that instead. Why?” 

She have you a terrifying smirk. “Because I’m going to my parent’s cabin up north for Christmas and they said that I could bring anyone that wasn’t able to go home for the holidays. Woould you like to come?”

The idea was actually perfect. You could relax without having to spend a stupid amount of time on an empty campus watching Hallmark movies alone. “I’d love to go, actually. That sounds like the perfect Christmas break! Thank you so such Em.” You smiled, hugging her tightly. 

Suddenly, the door opened. “Hey ladies, what’s so exciting?” Shawn asked, setting a large milkshake on your desk and placing a kiss to your temple. 

Emily gave you a devious smile before looking up at Shawn. “I was just inviting your girlfriend and you on a couples trip to my ski cabin for Christmas.”

“Couples trip?” You both asked in unison. 

“Yeah. So Shawn, you down for some snow action?” She asked, proud that her plan had worked and she’d conned the two of you into going.

He smiled, hugging you into his chest. “Fuck yeah I am!” He smiled, nuzzling into your hair. “Perfect! We leave tomorrow morning. So start packing.”

[artificialqueens]

Tree House Kisses, Chapter 25 (Adorney) - Scorpio and Veronica

A/N: Click here for previous chapters. xoxo!

Chapter Summary: Grease finishes its illustrious run, and we end the school year with Prom and a group trip to the movies.

TW: homophobia

Chapter 25: Hopelessly Devoted To You

Despite their opening night drama, the rest of the weekend’s performances of Grease went off without a hitch. The principal agreed to beef up security and they kept would-be protestors far away from the theatre - so after 2 days they got bored and stopped showing up.

And, possibly because of all the controversy, ticket sales soared, and they ended up getting a write-up in the Arts section of a big San Gabriel Valley newspaper.

Alyssa was so jazzed by the extra attention that she began to ham it up even more than she had during rehearsals. One night, during the drive-in scene, she hit Roy so hard one night that he had a bruise the next day.

“Where are the fucking protesters for THAT?!” Roy whined, as he got ready that night.

“I mean, you were trying to date rape her,” Courtney reasoned.

“NO I WASN’T!” Roy screeched. “My character was! Why should I get a bruise for something he does?! This is reverse sexism!”

“Awwww…” Courtney soothed, climbing into his lap. “Poor baby…”

“Reverse sexism,” Darienne chuckled to herself, “Like that’s a thing.”

“It is!” Roy insisted.

Courtney kissed his cheek, teasingly saying, “I know, it’s so hard to be a sensitive male these days.”

“It really is,” he whimpered, resting his head on her chest.

“Oh, BOO HOO!” Alyssa crowed from nearby. “Listen, you just watch out the next time Danny tries to touch my girl without consent. I’ll break your goddamn fingers!”

“Alyssa…” Darienne laughed, shaking her head. “I think you’re going off book, here.”

“I think she’s going off the fucking deep end!” Roy said. “Anyone got a straightjacket?”

Alyssa grinned devilishly at him, making some punching motions in the air.

Roy nuzzled against Courtney’s neck. “You’re still her understudy, right? Can we have her killed?”

-

ADORE: You coming to the diner?

PEARL: Yeah, I just have to finish up here first. Order me some fries?

ADORE: You got it.

Pearl tucked her phone back into her pocket, turning her attention to the backdrops. She had to stay a little longer than the cast after the show was over to help reset all the set pieces for the next night. Most of the cast and crew had left, waiting for their rides or making their way to a nearby diner for post-show bonding.

Pearl unlocked the wheels of the drive-in set, pulling the backdrop behind her as she headed to the wings, accidentally running over her own foot in the process.

“Motherfucker,” Pearl groaned, reaching down to rub her throbbing foot.

“Need some help?” Shea appeared from behind the backdrop, catching Pearl by surprise.

“Shea? Hey! Uh, yeah I could use some help,” Pearl nodded, the pain in her foot completely forgotten.

“We're gonna leave it right here,” Pearl guided, nodding to the other backdrop already tucked away.

“Here?”

“Yep, now just lock the wheel on that side. I'll do this one.” Pearl quickly locked the wheel then glanced up to see Shea bent over, face scrunched in confusion. “It’s… it’s right there.”

Pearl walked over to her and bent down, showing her how to lock the wheel.

“You just… and it’s locked,” she smiled.

“Oh,” Shea nodded, gazing up into her eyes before clearing her throat. “Easier than it looked.”

She straightened up, then followed Pearl back to the stage to grab some of the Burger Palace pieces.

“Mhm,” Pearl nodded, gesturing to the booth that they needed to move. “This one slides pretty easily.”

Shea helped her work, biting her lip every time they locked eyes.  

“The show’s been going well,” Shea said finally, looking at Pearl with earnest brown eyes.

“Yeah, people wanted to see what all the hoopla was about after the first night,” Pearl shrugged, brushing her hands off and looking around to see if anything else needed to be moved before tomorrow.

“Hoopla?” Shea brows furrowed in confusion before letting a laugh escape her.

“Yeah, you know, all the commotion, the hoopla.” Pearl’s hand swirled in the air nonchalantly, but the moment Shea burst in laughter, Pearl found herself giggling along.

“Who actually uses the word ‘hoopla' besides someone's grandpa?” Shea shook her head, following Pearl towards the exit, shoulders brushing together as they walked.

“I don't know, I don't know… I watched Spongebob the other day. Really, I've never used that word until now,” Pearl said, turning towards Shea as they approached the big double doors.

“Wow, Hoopla. I should start using that word. It's fun to say,” Shea giggled.

“It is,” Pearl chuckled, then bit down on her bottom lip, her gaze moving to Shea’s full lips.

Shea noticed, her own laughter fading off.

Pearl’s heart leaped to her throat as the silence between them filled with an energy she'd only encountered a few times before. She put one hand on the heavy door, and Shea did the same, their fingers bumping.

Eyes snapped to each other, gauging the other’s reaction. Pearl’s tongue darted across her lip as she leaned towards Shea, eyes flickering between glossed lips and wide eyes.

“Shea!”

The sound of Sasha’s voice had Shea stumbling back, right into a rack of costumes, a small gasp leaving her lips.

Pearl frowned, reaching to help her, but when her hands were swatted away, she backed up letting Shea have her space.

“Shea, you back here? Shea?” Sasha rounded the curtain, footsteps stuttering when she saw Pearl running her fingers through her thick blonde hair, looking at Shea with nervous eyes, while Shea hurriedly righted the wardrobe rack, re-hanging the pieces that had fallen off the hangers.

-

In a bizarre compromise with her mother, Darienne had been allowed to stay in the show despite the “evil pro-gay message” but not participate in any of the fun stuff, like going to the diner after the performances with the rest of the cast and crew.

Courtney had just been texting her a sympathetic message when she looked up. Bob was in the middle of an animated story, while Roy interjected with corrections and insults, as per usual. But what Courtney noticed wasn’t the boys, but how Adore sat in a booth nearby, staring into space.

She decided to take advantage of this rare moment while Raja was distracted at the jukebox with Raven, and squeezed her bestie on the shoulder to grab her attention.

“Hey...”

“What’s up?” Adore asked, giving her a half-smile, biting down on a fry.

“You were great tonight. I mean, you’re always great, but…” Courtney gave her a bright smile.

Adore swallowed. “Thanks. Um, you too.”

Courtney slid into the booth beside her, wrapping her arms around her waist and looking up at her with loving eyes.

“You’re so beautiful…”

“Alright, who gave you weed?” Adore scoffed. “Willam? Pearl?”

“Nobody! I’m totally sober. You’re just pretty, that’s all.”

“Well...thanks,” Adore bit her lip.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” Courtney asked, lashes fluttering.

“Uh. Of course. You’re stunning. Gorgeous. A living doll.” Adore glanced around helplessly. Where was Raja? Where was Roy?

Courtney giggled and nuzzled her cheek.

“What’s going on over here?” Raja asked, strolling up.

Before Adore could open her mouth, Courtney piped up, “Not much, I was just molesting your girlfriend.” She smiled coyly, head still on Adore’s shoulder.

“Oh yeah?” Raja sat down. “Seems reasonable.”

“Courtney, knock it off!” Adore said, shrugging her off.

Raja snickered, saying, “Oh yeah, you looked like you were really suffering there.”

Adore folded her arms crossly.

“Dory, don’t be mad…” Courtney pouted.

“Yeah Dory, don’t be mad.” Raja reached over to steal a French fry, brow arched suggestively.

“Ugh, you both suck!” Adore said, getting up and stomping over to the counter.

Courtney opened her mouth, eyes wide and innocent. “What?!”

Raja laughed, shaking her head. “Just let her sulk. Have some fries.”

-

After closing night, there was a wrap party at Pearl’s house, complete with Karaoke machine, mini strobe lights, and sundae bar. Or as Willam lovingly dubbed it, “the ultimate nerd fest.”

Pearl sat on top of her kitchen counter, nodding her head to the beat of the music, watching the party around her as she sipped from her cup of punch.

“Pearl!” Sasha smiled as she entered the kitchen to get some snacks, pulling the blonde’s attention away from Shangela and Alyssa’s karaoke performance.

“Sup,” she nodded.

“What’re you doing in here by yourself?” Sasha asked, crumbling a handful of potato chips over her chocolate ice cream, then topped the whole thing with caramel sauce.

“Just chilling,” Pearl shrugged, then gestured to Sasha’s sundae. “That’s genius.”

“Salty and sweet,” Sasha nodded and the two girls went silent for a moment as she dug in.

“Hey, can I ask you a question?” Pearl leaned forward, elbows on her knees.

“Sure.” Sasha nodded.

“Um…I’m usually a pretty good judge of when I like, vibe with a girl. And…and I really like Shea, and sometimes it seems like she likes me back. But then…I don’t know, sometimes I feel like I’m totally barking up the wrong tree. Am I crazy?”

“Well…” Sasha took a small bite of her ice cream, head titled thoughtfully. “We haven’t talked about it. And if we had, I wouldn’t tell you, because, you know, BFF trust.”

“Of course.”

“But, just from what I’ve seen…I don’t think you’re crazy.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. The thing is…” Sasha paused. “She's not like you. I mean, she’s still probably figuring some things out.”

Pearl nodded knowingly; Shea wouldn't be the first confused (or closeted) girl she had a crush on.

“So as long as you get that she’s in a different place, and you’re careful of her feelings…I don’t think you’re barking up the wrong tree. I just think you might need to be extra patient. You know?”

“Yeah.” Pearl nodded, taking another sip of her drink. “Thanks.”

“No problem. And, in case you’re wondering, she’s out by the pool. Last I saw, she was talking to Carmen and Laganja.

“Awesome.” Pearl flashed a smile, hopping off the counter.

-

“Adore, you wanna do ‘Bidi Bidi Bom Bom,’ or ‘No Me Queda Más’?” April asked, flipping through the karaoke book.

“Uhhh…” Adore paused, eyeing Courtney and Roy on the sofa before looking back at April to suggest, “What about ‘Dreaming of You’?”

April scoffed. “Omigod, you’re so basic! That’s her whitest song, you fuckin’ gringa!”

“Well, I don’t really speak Spanish, dude, sorry!” Adore defended herself with a shrug. “You know that.”

“Okay, fine, ‘Dreaming of You.’ But will you at least try ‘No Me Queda Más’?”

“I’ll do my best.”

April nodded, writing down the track numbers and handing them to Bob, who was lording over the rented karaoke machine with an iron fist. “Sir, please?”

While Adore waited for their turn, her attention drifted back to Courtney, curled in Roy’s lap, feeding him her ice cream sundae. They’d been sickeningly sweet all night, and while Adore was trying to ignore their nauseatingly adorable antics, it was proving harder and harder.

“I have no idea why I’m eating this,” Roy murmured, licking a drip off Courtney’s finger. “I don’t even like vanilla.”

“That’s funny, ‘cause I think a vanilla sundae is the perfect metaphor for you two dweebs,” Willam called from across the room, causing Bob to snicker and high five him.

“Fuck off!” Courtney shouted back. “I put rainbow sprinkles on it. And this cherry.” She lifted the maraschino cherry out by the stem, twirling it on her tongue.

“Give me that…” Roy said.

“Oh, you want this?” Courtney teased, batting her lashes. She glanced over to see if Adore was watching, feeling a rush of adrenaline from the other girl’s eyes on her.

“Yes. Please baby, give me your cherry…”

Courtney giggled, dangling it in front of him tauntingly. “Say please again, tell me how much you want it…” she breathed.

Unable to take it anymore, Adore got up, utterly disgusted, and stalked outside.

“Adore! Come back, we’re up next!” April called.

“Raincheck,” Adore grumbled, slamming the sliding glass door behind her.

Courtney paused, holding the cherry mid-air, wondering if she’d gone too far. She wanted Adore’s attention, but not to piss her off.

“Babyyy,” Roy whimpered.

“Here,” Courtney said, shoving the cherry into his mouth and letting out a disappointed sigh.

-

Adore found Raja out on the patio with Jinkx, smoking and drinking. She went up to Raja and demanded a cigarette.

“You don’t smoke,” the older girl told her breezily.

“I do tonight,” she insisted.

Raja handed Adore her lit cigarette and lit another for herself, watching her carefully. Adore looked over at Jinkx, holding a bottle of Jack Daniels, and snatched it out of her hands, taking a long slug, then another.

“You okay there, tiger?” Jinkx asked.

Adore wiped her mouth, shrugging. Pearl and Shea were sitting on top of a retaining wall, just a few feet away. Adore looked over at them just as Shea whispered something to Pearl, both laughing softly. Adore narrowed her eyes, irritated.

“What’s with you two?” she asked hoarsely. “Are you like, fucking now?”

Shea’s eyes widened in shock.

“Adore!” Pearl cried, horrified.

“Um, I have to...I should probably get going...it’s late and I need...uh…” Shea stammered, sliding down and backing away.

“Shea, I’m sorry, you don’t have to go, you can-” Pearl protested.

“No, it’s fine, I should have left earlier anyway, but...I’ll see you around, okay?” She turned around, hurrying from the yard through the side gate.

Pearl turned towards Adore, irritated, as shrieking laughter sounded from the pool.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Pearl began.

Nearby, Raven’s voice called out, “Raja! Come here!!”

Raja looked over to the pool, where Raven was fooling around with a bunch of kids and some massive flotation devices, then back at Adore. She took Jinkx by the hand and dragged her over to the pool, leaving Adore and Pearl alone on the patio.

Adore sighed, pulling her flannel tighter around herself. Despite it being May, there was a chill in the air.

Pearl watched her for a few moments before saying, “Alright. Out with it. What’s going on?”

“What?” Adore asked defensively.

“There’s only one thing that puts you in this kind of mood, so what? They do some gross hetero promise ring bullshit? He banging her out in one of the back bedrooms? Tell me.”

Adore sighed. “No, they’re just...eating an ice cream sundae.”

“Oh yeah,” Pearl nodded. “I can see why that would send you over the edge.”

“You weren’t there.”

“True.”

“It was really...too much.” Adore sighed again, taking another drag of the cigarette.

“Have you ever considered just telling her how you feel?”

“About as much as I’ve considered putting this cigarette out in my own eye,” Adore replied.

“Gotcha.”

“This is disgusting, by the way.”

Pearl nodded. “Yeah, it’s awful. Takes years off your life, too.”

“Ugh. Fuck this whole fucking night, man.”

Pearl moved closer to her, put a hand on her shoulder.

“Listen. I’m sorry you’re having a rough night. And you know, I really love you, and I’m always here if you want to talk. But...if you ever fuck up my game again, I will punch you in the face.”

Adore laughed and covered her eyes. “Shit. Sorry.”

Pearl kissed her forehead. “It’s alright. You get one pass.”

-

Adore sat on the retaining wall, holding the empty bottle of Jack, feeling slightly dizzy and more than a little sick. Her downcast eyes were dull with regret.

“So…fun party, huh?”

She looked up to see Raja standing there, with that typical, aloof expression, and her body tensed up, tears filling her eyes.

“Raja, don’t. I don’t want to talk about it, okay? I just, I can’t, I can’t explain, I don’t-”

“Hey, hey, I’m not asking you to explain anything.” Raja stepped forward, putting a hand on her shoulder.

Adore sniffled, guilt filling her chest. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m also not asking you to apologize. We all have shitty days. It’s fine. Yesterday I kicked over a trash can and called Raven a cow.”

“Seriously?” Adore laughed, amused in spite of her shitty mood.

“It’s fine, she deserved it.”

“I don’t doubt that.” Adore wiped her eyes.

Raja smiled. “You wanna get out of here?”

“God, yes.”

“Cool.” She took her fingers and gently tilted Adore’s chin up, placing a soft, sweet kiss on her lips. “You really are so beautiful, you know that?”

Adore sighed. “Sure you’re not just looking at your own reflection in my eyeballs?”

Raja grasped both of her cheeks and looked closer at her face. “Holy shit! How have I never seen my own reflection before?”

Adore giggled.

“Hold still! Oh my god, she is stunning!”

“Stop it.”

Raja helped her down and led them towards the gate, an arm slung around Adore’s shoulders.

“Seriously, I don’t know how you manage to concentrate on anything with all this staggering beauty in front of you…”

-

Courtney stood at the stove, stirring a pot of tomato sauce, as Adore perched on the counter. They were discussing prom—or rather, Raja’s prom, which Adore was having second thoughts about attending.

“Don’t you think that she should understand how you feel? I mean you were basically hate-crimed on stage,” Courtney said.  

“Well. I think she does understand, but on the other hand…it’s her prom. And I said I’d go, like a month ago,” Adore reasoned.

“But that was a month ago,” Courtney said. “Come here, taste this.”

Adore jumped down, sighing, and walked over to her.

“I don’t know. I mean, yeah, it was a month ago. But…”

Courtney blew on the wooden spoon, cupping Adore’s chin gently in her hand. She fed her a small taste of the sauce, eyes watching her carefully.

“Do you think it’s too spicy?” she whispered.

Closing her eyes for a moment as Courtney’s fingers brushed against her cheek, a thrill rippling through her at the contact, Adore shook her head.

“No, it...it’s good.” She cleared her throat and took a few steps back. “Um, maybe a pinch more salt?”

“Thanks.” Courtney nodded and went back to the stove, humming slightly. “I think you should do whatever you feel comfortable with. She may be a little bummed if you decide not to go, but Raja doesn’t seem like the type to make a huge deal over prom anyway. Right?”

“Yeah, I...I mean that’s what I thought, but...I dunno.” Adore sighed again, sitting down heavily at the table. “I just really don’t want to make this a big fucking thing.”

Courtney sat down beside her. “So don’t.”

“But isn’t that selling out? Letting the bigots win?” Adore’s voice broke, remembering the heated conversation with Raja earlier that day.

Courtney scooted her chair closer, biting her lip, a slight guilt washing over her. She knew that if she didn’t have ambivalent feelings about Raja, about Adore’s moony-eyed puppy love, the was a chance she might be saying something slightly different. Maybe. But ulterior motives aside, she didn’t like to see her friend so torn up inside. She reached out and took Adore’s hand.

“Listen. Will you have to stand up to these kind of assholes someday? Yeah, probably. And when you do, I’ll stand up with you. But does it have to be over someone else’s prom? This week? Not unless you want. It’s still your life. You are the only one who can make that decision.”

Adore nodded. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.” Courtney brushed a lock of hair off of Adore’s face

-

ADORE: Well. Turns out I was being a total pissbaby drama queen. It was just a fucking dance, no one said a word.

ADORE: Like, literally, nothing happened and I feel like a complete asshole.

COURTNEY: So you had fun?

ADORE: Yeah. I mean, you know. It was a school dance. It wasn’t life-changing or anything. Lol. But sure, it was fun.

ADORE: I might just not be a school dance type. I don’t have a lot of...like...spirit.

COURTNEY: Well, yeah, duh. ;P

ADORE: lol

COURTNEY: <3

ADORE: I’m gonna sleep now but wanna hang out later?

COURTNEY: Sure. Text me when you wake up.

ADORE: Ok. XO

COURTNEY: XO

-

Adore wasn’t positive why she agreed to this. Granted, she always used to be part of the group movie night expeditions with the neighborhood crew, but ever since she’d branched off and started to hang out with Violet’s group, she’d found one excuse or another to say no. But for some reason, today, she found herself in the local multiplex with Courtney, Roy, Darienne, Thorgy, Bob, April, Alyssa, and Jamin - who she supposed was off probation now that Darienne could stand to be around him again. To make matters worse, they had collectively decided on the most basic of all basic movies - some superhero action nonsense starring Christian Bale and Joey from Dawson’s Creek, who was way less cool when stripped of her Joey vocabulary words.

Adore sighed, sipping her swimming pool sized soda. At least Roy, in a show of macho bravado, had offered to pay for her and Courtney’s snacks. So she had gigantic popcorn, 2 Kit Kat bars, Junior Mints, Twizzlers, Sour Patch Kids, and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups to help her get through the experience. It cost her some side-eye, but whatever. If he was dumb enough to make that offer, then he should be prepared to handle the consequences.

It would have been nice if Raja could have made it, but as usual, she was working. It seemed like lately, the only time they had together was super late at night after CeCe’s closed down. She couldn’t blame her girlfriend - she knew that Raja was saving up to get her own place. But still, it was a little annoying to be sandwiched between April and Bob on one side (who she was pretty sure were engaging in some kind of gross hand job action under Bob’s letterman jacket), and Courtney and Roy on the other, cuddling and making Adore want to vomit, as usual.

Courtney turned towards Adore, a contented smile on her face.

“I am totally not following the plot of this movie,” she whispered, giggling.

Adore rolled her eyes. “It’s not that deep. He’s afraid of bats. He becomes a bat. Joey Potter loves him for some inexplicable reason.”

“Right. I keep thinking there must be more to it though?”

“Nope.”

Courtney inched closer to Adore.

“This theatre is freezing. Share your jacket with me.” She gazed over with a pouty face, fluttering her lashes.

Adore shrugged her off. It was one thing when they were alone, but when she pulled this kind of stuff in front of other people, it always made Adore extremely self-conscious. It was a total lose-lose for her. If she reacted too eagerly, it would be totally obvious to everyone and their mother how hard she was crushing on her best friend, but when she pushed her away, she had to deal with those hurt puppy eyes.

“Get off, bitch…”

“Please, Dory. I’ll be your best friend forever and-”

“SHHH!” Bob hissed.

“How are you not more relaxed right now?” Adore challenged, gesturing to his lap. April’s eyes went wide in embarrassment. Adore smirked and sat back in her seat.

“Babe, come here. You can wear my jacket.”

Courtney snuggled up to Roy, lovingly placing a piece of popcorn in his mouth. What was it with Courtney and feedinghim? Was that like a kink thing? Adore shook her head. Sick. She sighed again, shifting uncomfortably. It was possible that the largest size soda wasn’t the best idea.

On the screen, Joey Potter was reaching towards Christian Bale, drawing him towards her.

Courtney inhaled sharply, and reached over, instinctively grasping for Adore’s hand in the dark, holding on tight while the actors’ lips met in a slow kiss, the music soaring. Adore’s heart pounded. She knew that this was just Courtney, it didn’t really mean anything, but it didn’t change how it made her feel. How it made her palms sweat and her pulse race, to be here in the dark, fingers intertwined and slippery with fake butter.

And then, of course, she saw Roy’s eyes, just for a moment, when the screen flashed white. Glaring at her. Did he know? Was Adore that transparent? Or was he just peeved that Courtney was grabbing Adore’s hand and not his? Anxiety filled Adore’s chest and she wrenched her hand away.

Courtney, oblivious as always, leaned her head on Roy’s shoulder and continued to watch the movie while Adore gripped the arms of the seat, her knuckles turning white. She got up and bolted for the exit, muttering about the bathroom.

Courtney turned her head and watched as Adore raced up the aisle, then turned back to the screen, biting her lip. A lump formed in her throat. She was so tired of this endless loop they were in - Courtney reaching out, taking the smallest baby steps, only to have Adore push her away. Maybe it was useless. Maybe Violet was right all those months ago when she said that Adore would never like her back. She sighed.

Roy kissed the top of her head. “Bored, baby?”

“Uh, no, just...sorry, my mind wandered a little. This movie is so dark. I think I need more color to hold my attention.”

Roy laughed, pressing his lips to her temple. “You’re the fucking cutest, you know that?”

Courtney smiled up at him. “How about after the movie, you can tell me all about how cute I am?” She kissed him lightly, sliding a hand up his thigh.

“Deal.”

[slothgiirl]

shadowplay part 8

“Alex,” you hiss under your breath as you settle into the taxi. It turned out he was not nearly as light as a packer as you: with two suitcases and a tote to his name, “its going to be like fifty pounds from here to Heathrow. 

He’d come over to yours this morning. Since you were traveling together, might as well carpool. You’d made a full english breakfast. Alex had won, paying for your flight on British Airlines complete with a nice lunch and dinner but that didn’t mean you trusted airplane food. 

“ s’ fine love,” he waves away, rolling the window down as he lit a cigarette. 

“It’s really not,” you sniped back, fighting the urge to check for your passport for the hundredth time. “I feel like I’m taking advantage of you.”

He laughs, smiling so hard it crinkles his eyes up as he takes a drag, “just think of as me desperately trying to avoid taking the tube.”

“The tube’s probably not even that crowded right now,” you note. Everyone else was more than likely at work. Except for you. 

“Well you’re not wrong.”

“Nothing like getting on the tube in the morning,” you go on, “love being squished by strangers”

Alex smirks, “thats a rather odd kink.”

“Shut up.”

“ ‘m not judging.”

“Just for that you owe me another cuppa tea,” you retort, watching the buildings go by. Goodbye London. 

“I’ll do you one better,” he smiles, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, and oh god maybe Sam was right, you think as blood rushes to your cheeks. The brush of his fingertips against your skin sending your heart racing. “How bout a margarita and a cheeseburger.”

“The quintessential american meal,” you smile, “sounds like a plan.”

The airport is chaotic as usual. Made only easier by the fact that you only have one bag and say fuck it and check it in. The perks of a nice airline is that you don’t have to pay for luggage.  

From there you follow Alex through the annoying process that is having to dump out your bag for security and liquids and watch as Alex slides his right through. His carry on already separated perfectly. 

“I’m a pro at this,” he smirks and you can’t help but roll your eyes. 

You stop at Starbucks when you finally make it through, looking disheveled in the most unsexy way. You’ve only been in the airport for an hour and you feel like its been eight. “Iced coffee,” Alex asks, losing over at you, quite oblivious to how flustered the barista was getting. 

“No,” you groan, still trying to sip up your bag. It had been so organized earlier. You had felt cute and comfortable in leggings and a midi dress with a pair of old vans you wouldn’t mind trashing. Now you just wanted to get on the damn plane. Or call the whole thing off. A ball of anxiety building in your palms at the thought of a nine hour plane ride. “something sugary thats only vaguely coffee.”

He orders caramel macchiato, grabs a couple of pastries and a bag of crisps, and then adds, “and a cake pop. No, make that two actually.” Before engaging in some kung fu with you as you both try to pay. “I’ve got this.”

“No, I invited you!”

“Al, it’s fine.”

“Can’t love,” he shakes his head, pushing your hand away from the atm machine, “I ordered so I have to pay.”

“That’s not how it works,” you grumble, watching as the barista tries not to audibly laugh. 

But its too late. Alex smiling smugly as he lets you away to wait for your order. 

“cake pops,” you question. 

“You said yesterday that you wanted to make cake pops.”

“Make being the operative word.”

He shrugs, “well I would’ve made some for you love but I’ve come to realize I don’t actually have any kitchen equipment. Except for like one pan.”

“Is that what this has all really been about,” you tease, “trying to get at my pans?”

“The company not bad either,” he jokes, throwing an arm around your shoulders, hugging you to him. 

“Well to be clear,” you smile widely up at him, “I’m really only here for the free weed. It’s such a bitch to pay for.”

“Now that you mention it,” Alex says, turning to face you, fully embracing you against him, “how do you feel about acid?”

“Wow Mr big rockstar,” you laugh, “I feel like the fifteen year old me that never went out on fridays would be proud.”

“You never went out to the pub?” Alex raises an eyebrow.

“I had strict parents,” you protest, smacking him lightly on the chest.

He chuckles. 

“No. 34!”

He looks down at you, his eyes deep like a pool you couldn’t see the bottom of. You hold your breath, waiting for the shoe to drop. For Alex to lean in and kiss you the way he had when drunk. The way he’d looked at you in the doorway, cautious and besotted in an embarrassingly earnest way that made you blush. 

But he’d been drunk then and wasn’t now. 

You didn’t hold a candle to girls like Arielle. Not half as beautiful, so you were used to being overlooked. And worst of all, you had reserved nature when meeting people, giving the impression of being a stuck up bitch. 

You’d gone to college. Boys like Alex don’t like girls like you. 

“No. 34.”

Alex pulls away, pausing for a second looking down at you, before turning and grabbing the bag full of food.

Then you both finally make your way to the gate. 

“Thats a lot of food,” you eye the large bag. A taxi rides worth of it from Starbucks of all places. 

“You asked me about the plane food,” Alex shrugs, “I figured you'd want options.”

“That’s so fucking thoughtful Alex,” you blush. Unable to help yourself this time. Last night seems like ages ago. Texting Alex half asleep until you’d fallen asleep. 

There’s a red tint to his cheeks, as he laughs. “But one of the cake pops is mine.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Boarding is easy. First class boards first and the groups are already being called as you walk up to the gate. 

The nervousness jumps out again as walk into the propped up hallway leading to the plane. Your hand jerks, gripping onto Alex’s arm as the floor moves right as you step onto the plane.

“ ‘ve got you love,” he reassures you, slipping his hand into yours. 

“I’m not scared.”

“If you say so.” The amusement in his voice keeping things light. 

“I’m just not super great with heights. But as soon as we take off I’m good.” You take the aisle seat and okay, first class is where it’s at. All the legroom you could want. Soft buttery leather you weren’t worried about who was here before you. 

“And here I was thinking of taking you to disneyland,” Alex teases as the flight attendant goes through the safety measures. 

“Kids go to disneyland,” you frown, “it cant be that bad.”

“Did you suddenly lose your fear of heights,” Alex asks, with a slight grin to his lips. You have half an idea to slap his dumb face, or kiss the smirk off his mouth. 

“I’m not scared of heights,” you pout. You weren’t. Just take off could be rough. But you were an adult. You could handle it. 

“Of course you aren’t,” Alex states, still holding your hand in his. 

You smile and can’t help but wish that you had met in some cute way at the coffee shop. That he’d stopped you, not because of his ex girlfriend, but because he wanted to talk to you. Starting some random rom-com, a safe option, and popping your headphones in, you close your eyes and lean back into your seat. Consciously taking your hand out of Alex’s hand, and gripping the armrest as the airplane takes off. 

You were just friends at best. 

You could do this. 

Pretend to be a girlfriend. Alex didn’t need to know about your three, sometimes ten, feelings for him. He didn’t. 

Because they weren’t that important. 

It’s fine. 

The plane jolts as it settles into the flight path. 

“Okay we’re good,” you utter, opening your eyes, and catching Alex gazing over at you. A softness to his features that he only ever let shine through in private. When he was all caught up in a movie or going on a tangent about some obscure band from he seventies who’s record he’d just discovered. 

You swallow thickly, refusing to be the one to look away. 

“I’m glad you said yes.”

You smile bitterly, trying to tease a laugh out of him. “couldn’t let you embarrass yourself.”

“Yeah,” he replies evenly, turning to look out the window. London was now far beneath you. Clouds the only thing in sight. “Yeah.”

[saint-of-los-angeles]

37 Terrorcest?

Wow this turned out angsty as fuck, sorry about that hope ya still like it @fan-with-issues ! ❤❤

Prompt 37: "I tried not to feel anything for you, Guess what? I failed."

This Jack just wasn't fucking strong enough, not tonight. 

Nikki sat at the bar, miserable and alone, watching the hordes of women and occasional man hanging all over his sloppily drunk terror twin. 

Nikki had no right to be angry, he knew that. After all, he was the one who got scared when his feelings crossed the line from 'oh this is fun' to 'I cant fucking live without you'. He was the one who told Tommy they had to stop their romantic ventures, but that he still "loved him as a friend."

He had lied to Tommy that day, one of the few lies he had ever told the drummer.

So no, Nikki wasn't angry. He had no right to be. He was just…. Sad. Sad that he let the closest thing to his perfect match that he was going to find slip away. Tommy had been heartbroken when Nikki turned him away, he had heard him sniffling in his bunk for many nights, and with every sniffle Nikki's resolve came closer to breaking.

He thought he was protecting Tommy, honestly.

He didn't deserve Tommy, that much was obvious. But if their relationship got out? If Tommy lost Motley Crue because of him? If Tommy got hurt because of him? (two guys fucking, or worse, in love, just isn't accepted like it should be-it just isn't)

Nikki would never forgive himself.

The sparkle of unattainable want in Tommy's eyes had never gone away, to the point that Nikki had to look away if he got caught up his brown eyes for too long. 

Nikki knew that if his shield ever came down, Tommy would see the same longing look reflected back at him.

But Nikki couldn't have that, so he did what he always did.  He swallowed the lump in his throat and ordered another double shot, praying the alcohol would blur his vision just enough so that Tommy would look like just another body in this crowded bar.

-----

Nikki was wasted.

Of course he was, what else is new? Drinking used to be a fun way to spend a Saturday night, now it's edging toward something deeper, the only thing that can keep his sadness about Tommy suppressed.

But tonight felt different.

His inhibitions were down, his mind was hazy, and this guy wouldn't stop touching Tommy. Tommy looked beyond disinterested in him, but he wouldn't let up, he was touching Tommy's arm, letting his fingers fall to caress the dip of his back, and leaning in closer than necessary to talk into Tommy's ear over the bar's music.

Tommy was literally rolling his eyes at the guy, turning his attention toward the strippers that were on his other side instead.

Seeing men flirt with Tommy hurt so much more than the women. It was just different. Tommy used to be insecure about the women that would throw themselves all over Nikki, but Nikki would explain to him that he had something that none of those women could even come close to comparing to. 

The man's possessive hands on Tommy's body just reminded Nikki too much of when his own hands used to hold the drummer that way, and he knew that if he didn't get out of here, he was going to get into some serious trouble.

His eyes met Tommy's across the club's and yeah, the alcohol wasn't enough to dampen the caramel pools of pure fucking emotion that Tommy never could seem to be able to hide whenever he looked at the bassist, and nope- Nikki had to get out of there. 

Turning on his heel, Nikki made it a point to not look back at the sound of the all too familiar voice calling his name. If he looked back, he'd stay and- dammit Tommy I'm doing this for your own good.

The California air was warm, but that did nothing to comfort him, because that just reminded him of Tommy dragging him down to the beach the night before he ended things. His smile had been so pure that day, and the salty wind had been blowing his hair in front of his face, making it a perfect fucking mess, and that's when Nikki decided this was far too deep. He would end up hurting this beautiful boy because that's what he did, and it needed to end.

But there was a hand on his shoulder now, stopping him and spinning him around, and fucking dammit. The universe had to be against him because Tommy looked so fucking distraught with his eyes sparkling with repressed emotion and the trembling he felt in his fingertips as the held onto the bassist's shoulder.

"Nikki please just stop for a second! Stop being so fucking distant and tell me what I did wrong! You said we could at least go back to being best friends, Nik, like before..."

"Fucking…. Tommy…" Nikki was fighting with his words at this point and that was never a good thing. Nikki was terrified of letting too much slip,  but he responded anyway. "You can't look at me with those eyes, Tommy. You can't look at me like that while there's other people hanging all the fuck over you..."

"What the fuck do you want me to say, Nikki? I'm fucking trying, I've been trying since the day you broke this thing off! I tried my best not to feel anything for you. Guess what? I failed. I'm fucking sorry Nikki, I'll just have to fucking try harder." There were tears pooling under the drummer's bottom eyelashes by the time he finished his rant, and Nikki wanted to fucking die. He left Tommy to avoid hurting him, and he was still fucking hurting him. The bassist felt toxic in every possible way.

Nikki didn't get the chance to respond before Tommy was brushing past Nikki, headed towards their hotel, and even in this moment, with Tommy crying and Nikki desperately trying not to, Nikki could still feel the little bolt of electricity that spiked through him when their shoulders touched.

Nikki turned around, his mouth open to stop Tommy against his better judgment, against the sharp spike of protectiveness that still flooded through him at the thought of subjecting the drummer to himself again,  but the other boy was gone, his long legs having already carried him into the crowd of drunken party goers littering the strip.

The pain in his chest felt almost crippling, but he chanted to himself over and over that he was doing this for Tommy.

All Nikki could do was feel a little relieved and a lot disappointed as he pulled out a cigarette and made his way to the hotel himself, tears in his eyes and praying to whatever God that was listening that he had the strength to pass up Tommy's hotel room on his way to his own.

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

CSUAPR prt 50 start? Not sure on my chapter numbers anymore, but yay for sex!

The world outside their bedroom was dark when Lance woke. Shuffling off to the bathroom, he returned to find Keith still snoring softly. He’d really fucked up. He’d let everything get too much for him, then broken down. Considering the bathroom light was the only one on in the cabin, other than their bedside lamp, he’d missed decorating Keith’s cake too. He’d missed the whole afternoon. Climbing back into bed, he wriggled in an attempt to get comfortable as he lay facing his husband. Keith was so beautiful. His soft silky hair mussed by his pillow, drool dried in the corner of his mouth. He wished he could hold him. Have Keith’s back up against his chest. His face buried against Keith’s nape, as his husband burrowed into his hold. He missed the way Keith would roll over in his hold, the sheer amount of affection in his eyes as he smiled up at him. He missed him. And showering. Quiznak, he missed showering where he could wash Keith’s hair. He missed watching the suds running down his husband’s toned back. The way Keith would melt as he massaged his scalp... He loved him so fucking much. Keith had lost muscle mass while in his coma, a tiny bit more fat sat on his stomach. If you hadn’t spent hours simply tracing Keith’s form with your eyes, you wouldn’t know. You also wouldn’t see the small hesitations Keith made now as he tried to figure out his own strength. Keith’s eyelashes fluttered, a puffy sigh escaping his lips as his hand moved. Blinking half a dozen times rapidly, Keith scrunched his eyes tightly, then proceeded to wrap his arm around him as tried to get closer than Lance’s stomach allowed “Mmm, babe?” Reaching out, Lance brushed Keith’s fringe from his face. His husband was so handsome. Keith could have had his choice if anyone in the universe. Opening his eyes, Keith blinked those gorgeous purple eyes at him, Lance’s face was full of love “I’m here. You go back to sleep” “Nooo. Not until you tell me why you’re awake...” “I was watching you sleep. Thinkin’ ‘bout how pretty you are” Keith ducked his head, yawning through his nose as he slid his hand up to Lance’s hip “You’re the pretty one. Very pretty” “No, babe. You are. I love you” Keith frowned at him, his hand moving from Lance’s hip to his shoulder “What’s wrong? You don’t smell very happy” Lance hummed. The only thing unhappy about the situation was that he couldn’t cuddle his husband “I’m fine. Scouts honour” “Then why do you seem so sad?” He wasn’t so much sad as he was missing how things used to be “I’m not. I was thinking about how much I love you. I miss holding you” “That just means I get to hold you” “I know. I miss it though. I miss washing your hair and holding you when you wake up” “Babe...” Lance sniffled softly. There might have been times he wanted to shoot Keith in the foot, but he was so incredibly fortunate to have the man for his partner “You’re so beautiful, Keith... I love you so quiznakking much” “Hey, you’re the beautiful one. What’s going on here?” “I just... I love you and I’m so grateful. I don’t know how I could made it through any of this without you. I’m... I’m really... I couldn’t think of anyone else I’d want by my side for this” Keith’s smile sent happiness flooding through his veins “You don’t need to look so sad. You’re my pride and joy, Lance. You’re my husband... and that... that makes me so fucking happy” Lance felt himself blush, wishing his stomach wasn’t in the way. He really wanted to kiss his husband. Keith’s pouty lips were so damn kissable. Trying to settle his racing heart, Keith whispered his slight nudge “Babe?” Lance swallowed, he wanted to kiss him. He really wanted to kiss him “I want to kiss you” “Then kiss me” He would if they weren’t in such an awkward position “You’ll have to come to me... because I can’t reach you” “Oh, babe... here, come here” Rolling onto his back, Keith moved to kiss him. The kiss was deep, full of meaning. Lance’s eager to return it, to show his husband how important and irreplaceable he was. Between his legs grew wet, as the kiss morphed into a desperate need to feel some much more. To feel the heat of Keith’s skin, to watching his face as he fell apart. As the kiss broke, Lance let out a shaky breath “Wow” “Wow” Keith echoed his breathy statement, hair falling down to frame his face as nuzzled at Lance’s cheek. The sensation tickled his skin, the Cuban smiling as he tucked Keith’s hair back behind his ear “I want to have sex” Keith snorted softly “You do?” “I want my husband. I want to feel you... I feel like my heart’s going to explode if I don’t...” “We can’t have that” Why didn’t Keith get it? Why didn’t he acknowledge how strong he was? How wonderful he was... He wanted to forget the pain of Keith leaving that night. He wanted to wash away the pain he’d carved onto Keith’s heart “I’m serious, Keith. I’m so in love with you that I don’t know what to do anymore. You’re my everything. You’re my partner. My partner in crime. My accidental husband that was tricked into a union with me. You keep me sane and you pull me back from the edge like it’s as natural as breathing. I’m sorry I couldn’t bring myself back. I couldn’t fix me...” “You don’t need fixing. I love you. You’re allowed to have feelings. You’re allowed to have bad days” “But today’s your birthday. I want you to have the happiest birthday ever. You’re my world, Keith. My lover and my husband. I want to feel you... I want to spend this now having sex with the man I treasure. Happy Birthday, babe” Slowly and sweetly Lance fell apart under Keith’s hands. His husband’s lips upon his body like a ravenous wolf upon a bone. His hands never seemed to stop moving, a kiss or touch, neither here nor there, but both “and” and “and not” at the same time as tried to catch the fleeting feelings of fingertips or lips only for it slip away before he could catch it. The unique sensations only Keith could strum to life stripped away his bullheadedness. Long caramel legs wide as he lay exposed, Keith teasing him to the point he felt he was going to crumble if his husband didn’t let him come. With a shallow thrust, he was drowning, gasping for air as his hands clenched the blanket beneath them. Rolling his hips slowly, the muscles in his legs undulated, body clenching around his husband, drawing him deeper into his sopping wet heat, only Keith... Keith knew how to play him. His thrusts kept shallow, he reduced him into a babbling mess, words of love slurred into words of need. Keith would oblige, thrusts hard and deep until his toes started too curl and all language lost form, then would edge off, remaining only ever so slightly buried inside, teasing him into this trembling sweaty mess. Reaching for his husband’s hand, Keith stared down at him with hooded eyes, his hand taking his as he slid from inside of him. Crying out in loss, Keith kissed his palm, nuzzling softly as if they weren’t lost in the heat of sex. Forming words with his kiss swollen lips, Lance couldn’t comprehend them. Their position changing as Keith moved from between his legs, an arm finding its way between his back and the blankets, Lance left dizzy as he went from being beneath his husband to straddling his lap in the space of a few moments. Now the one gazing down, Keith kissed his hand again, a hand on his hip the support offered as Lance rose to sink back down. Whimpering his husband’s name, Keith rolled up, the position finally giving him everything he needed. Trying to ride Keith, he could barely lift his body to find his rhythm, hand torn from Keith’s to balance himself as he rode his husband unashamedly. With curved back and bared throat, his vision mister red. Orgasm finally tearing through him as came in hard jolted bursts between them, cum dripping from the bottom of his swell, soaking his crutch and pooling on Keith’s stomach. Keith stretching him wide as he swelled inside, flooding him as his chanted his praises. He loved this man. He loved him... Legless and unable to stand, keith fetched a cloth to clean him down with. Wiping him clean, his husband pressed kisses to the places the cloth passed over. All Lance wanted was to cuddle with him now, but Keith was too good to him. His husband cleaned him down, helped him back into his sweats then to the bathroom. Hunched from the fire running through his back and legs, Keith sat him on the toilet, fetching paracetamol and heat pads for him. That had meant his husband had to wake Curtis to ask for the paracetamol. Measuring the dose, his husband apologised, Lance didn’t want apologies. He loved him. He loved being close to him. He didn’t regret having sex with him, the sex it’s self wasn’t the problem. It was sitting in his husband’s lap for as long as he did. Making sure he was comfortable, clean and heat padded in the right places, his husband supported him back to their room. Keith stripping off the top sheet then fussing him under the covers before spooning around him. It was a nightmare free night for them. Lance waking after Keith. His husband’s hand against his belly as their twins slept. Wriggling against him, Keith kissed his shoulder. His husband’s dick was poking against his arse, Lance mentally snorting as how eager Keith was despite the night before “Good morning, sleeping beauty” “Mmm... morning... seems like I’m late to wake up” “Nah, you’re fine. How are you feeling?” “Happy” Placing his hand on Keith’s, Keith nuzzled into the spot he’d been kissing “Good. I was worried you’d be sore from last night” “‘m ok. Are you ok?” “Yeah. Yeah, I think I am” Sliding Keith’s hand down, his husband took the silent invitation, rutting up against his arse as they reached the band of his sweats “Babe?” “I want it... like this...” “You sure?” “Yes, birthday boy...” Keith was slow and gentle. Aroused before he woke, neither of them lasted long. Laying in a tangle of limbs, and a very protruding stomach, their twins seemed to think it was time to make their presence known given their parents were awake. Handsy and cuddly, Keith was going a little crazy as he nuzzled and kissed him. Tickled by his husband’s fringe, Lance’s giggled “What’s so funny?” “If I told you, you wouldn’t show me mercy” “I might. It’s my birthday... I can be generous” “Your hair’s tickly” Leaning further over him, his husband’s hair draped across his face. Laughing, he shoved Keith back “What happened to being generous?!” “What did I do?” Playfully teasing him, Keith knew damn well what he did “You know what you did... It’s assault with a long dead mullet!” “That’s nice... it’s my birthday and you’re picking on me” “I will when you’re tickling me!” There was a pause before Keith poked his belly “Hey, babe...” “Yesss?” “I love you” “I love you, too. You’re such a dork” “Again, it’s my birthday. What happened to the Lance who was telling me how much he loved me?” “I slept it off...?” “And you’re really alright? Last night was... it was pretty full on. We haven’t done edging like that...” They hadn’t done edging that like since he’d turned into this... with an over active pair of watermelons in his stomach “Babe, you’re worrying too much... I don’t want you to worry. I don’t want you to feel bad for us enjoying... that... I love you” “I know you do. That’s why I don’t want you to feel like you can’t say no” “You have no idea what my libido is like... seriously, I could go again right now” “You wouldn’t be able to walk” “At least I wouldn’t be a horny wreck... seriously, please. I love you. I... I like... this. This... us. I didn’t think... I didn’t think I’d ever want something like this after what happened. But when I’m with you, I feel like I can do almost anything. I might have been a bit emotional last night, but I swear I’m ok” “A bit? You looked ready to cry before we started” “That’s because...!” Keith nipped at his shoulder, Lance knowing he’d have to explain, but it wasn’t always easy to find the words to explain emotions and feelings. Sometimes the right word simply didn’t exist “Because?” “Because... I love you. It hit me last night, all over again. All the support you give me. How alive you make me feel... how beautiful you are. I mean, like, neither of us are perfect, and this is probably the longest we’ve gone without fighting, but like... I couldn’t ask for a better husband and sometimes I feel like I can’t say that, even when I do... like... I mean... I just love you” No one had ever called him “Eloquent” and meant it... He’d said “like” far too many times for his liking. He couldn’t help the rush of love or the rush of affection he felt when Keith would smile at him. That private little smile that seemed to say far more than his words could. Nuzzling into him, Keith sighed “You say it everyday, babe. Don’t forget that” “Sometimes I don’t...” “You don’t always have to do the actual say. The three of you make me so quiznakking proud” “Even with sweats half down and your dick up my arse?” “Yep. Especially with your sweats half down and my dick up your arse. It’s going down now” “I wasn’t sure that was a setting...” Keith slid back slightly before thrusting forward, the drag felt too damn good. Squeaking, Lance blushed. Kissing his below his ear, his husband was a shit “What was that?” If this kept up they’d never end up getting out of bed for the day. His husband had to detach and stop his “pervy octopus” ways “I have to pee” “Then I guess we’ll have to finish in the shower” * Keith was a the happiest he could possibly be as they walked into the living area. Sitting on the kitchen counter were a small pile of wrapped gifts, Krolia stood in front of something blue she seemed quite proud of, with Korra on her shoulder. Curtis was at the oven, a small stack of pancakes on the plate to the left of him. Beside him, Lance came to a stop. Nudging him softly with his shoulder, his husband smiled at him “Sorry, hard kick. I’m ok. They’re super active now” Lance’s scent was tinged with sadness, his eyes misty “You sure?” “My ribs are being bashed. Let’s get you your birthday breakfast” “Ok. Do you want to cuddle on the sofa with me while we eat?” “Yeah. That sounds good” Lance took the lead, leading him into the kitchen to stand by Curtis “You’ve gotten better. Minimal burning around the edges... and look at those bubbles!” Curtis rolled his eyes at him, Keith wrapping his arms around his husband as he rested his chin on Lance’s shoulder “You’re not funny. Yes, you can take what’s there. The butter’s already on the table. Happy Birthday, Keith” “Thanks, Curtis. Those look great” Curtis waved his egg-flip “At least someone appreciates my pancakes. Keith, you forgot to return my paracetamol last night. You’re forgiven because it’s your birthday, but next time can you try to remember please?” Keith’s “No problem...” overlapped Lance’s “Aw, babe. Everyone wants to pick on you today”. Curtis shook his head, he probably didn’t want to know “Take your pancakes and sit down already. I’ll bring more over when I’m done” “Thanks, Curtis. You’re the best” Trying not to let Lance go as he shuffled along behind him, the slipped past Curtis and into range of Krolia. Grabbing his arm, they were both jolted back as his mother leaned in to kiss his cheek “Happy Birthday, Keith” “Thanks, mum. And thank you, Korra” His little sister’s eyes were open, staring at him as he kissed her forehead. She looked happy. Happy and chubby... and maybe a bit confused “We weren’t sure that you were getting out of bed today, were we Korra? Your big brother certainly kept us both waiting” “It’s my birthday, I’m allowed to sleep in” Krolia side-eyed him, then lifted Korra off her shoulder, nuzzling and kissing her chubby cheek she seemed so happy to have her. Keith felt a stab of jealousy. Happiness and jealousy... “Don’t you listen to your big brother. He wasn’t sleeping at all... but he did give us time to decorate his cake, didn’t he, baby girl. Luckily Curtis baked it yesterday. It gave us time this morning, yes it did my darling” The blue thing he’d noticed on the counter turned out to be a dark blue frosted cake. His mother had whipped up some cream to pipe along the top, the bowl and bag sitting next to the cake. Keith’s brain ticked over. The previous days walk where they’d been allowed out for over an hour. Lance covering his moment of sadness with that little white lie he knew he was telling. Lance and Curtis had talked about his birthday. They’d planned the cake together. Seeing it assembled, Lance must have realised whatever he’d had planned was no longer possible. Having talked to Shiro the previous afternoon, Shiro has agreed that too many people face to face would most probably be bad for Lance’s mental health. Pidge was still making the trek to see them in person, bringing with her their presents to him and setting up the TV for a face call. Coran had wanted to come see them in person too, but understood that Lance might not be up for visitors. Shiro wasn’t completely sure if he was coming to visit or not, meaning it’d be a surprise for all of them to see what he decided to do. Miriam had been right, and having forgotten that his birthday was coming up, he’d also forgotten that Lance always wanted everything to be perfect for the people around him. In a way it was good that he’d forgotten or he would have been stressing over his husband’s mental state further the closer they got to today. Kissing Korea’s cheek, Krolia held her out to him. Letting go of his husband, Keith took Korra into his hold. His little sisters hand tightening around the bunched fabric of his shirt with her tiny fingers “I’ll be done in a couple of ticks. I must say, I’m quite proud. I know I didn’t bake it, but I haven’t turned it a complete mess yet. Curtis got photos of Korra helping. They’ll look great in the album Lance got for you” “Mum! It’s supposed to be a surprise” “Oops. I’m out of sync with your Earth customs. Last time I was doing this, you were just a small babe. Now eat your pancakes and relax” Lance cut their pancakes for them. His husband feeding him bites as his sister slept on his shoulder. Keith wasn’t exactly sure how to feel about his mother making him a birthday cake. On Daibazaal it never would have happened. Here she was acting like it was the most natural thing in the world. Then there was Lance and Curtis to consider. He didn’t know if they’d planned to decorate his cake while they slept or if the three of them were going to attempt to decorate it together. Teleporting back from wherever he’d been, Kosmo’s whole body started wagging at the sight of pancakes. Sitting beside Lance, he whined until Lance finally looked at him, then used his biggest, widest, puppy-dog eyes on him. Sighing, Lance plucked the top pancake off the pile, rolling it up before passing it over to their fur son “I don’t know if you deserve it. You haven’t wished your father a happy birthday yet” Kosmo didn’t care. His tail only thumped harder as he got up to place both paws on Lance’s leg and nudge at his arm “These are for you father. You’re going to get fat” Yipping as if insulted, Kosmo turned his face away. Picking up the knife to tackle the next pancake, Kosmo broke his false huff lunged in under Lance’s arm, tonguing up the side of the stack as he closed his jaws around the edge and teleported over to munch down on his stolen treat in front of the unlit fireplace. Sighing, Lance threw the knife down on the plate. The clattering sound startling Korra who started to cry. Patting his sister’s back, Keith didn’t know what to do. Shooting a pleading look to Lance, his husband was quick to hold out his hands “You should be able to handle one crying baby, Keith” Ignoring his mother, Keith passed Korra to Lance who took the little girl up in his arms. Placing her on his shoulder, he patted her back softly as he bounced her while hushing her softly. His husband melted his heart all over again. He wasn’t sure how to soothe his sister, yet Lance wasn’t shying away from her cries. Rubbing his cheek against her head, he kissed her beanie as she continued to cry, though not as loud as it had been “That’s a good girl. Yes, it is. I know. That big bad knife scared you, baby girl. Yes, it did. Don’t worry, that knife isn’t going to scare you anymore... shhh... there’s a good girl... I know... I know. It’s your big brother’s birthday today. You can’t even talk yet and you sound just like him. All bark and no bite... you’re probably exhausted my little princess. It’s barely breakfast and you’ve had to serenade us, as well as be completely adorable” Calming Korra down, she drifted off to sleep on Lance’s shoulder. Keith simply staring at the pair of them, wondering if Lance knew what he was doing to his heart. He was so good with children. He didn’t get angry or annoyed with her, instead he was all gentle smiles and love with his little sister. Catching him staring, his husband scrunched his brow “What?” “You look good like that” “Holding Korra? She’s doing all the hard work when it comes to looking good, but you make it look so easy baby girl. What your brother doesn’t know is that having a baby in the house involves a lot more screaming than one short song. When you have a baby you can’t return them to their parents because you are their parents” “You’re still better at this than me” “Keith, babe. You saw the size of my family at Christmas. If you’re not good with babies, then you’re screwed because there’s always some kid around” Keith felt a momentary stab of pain. Yeah. He’d seen Lance’s dozens of relatives... and while he’d in care he’d come across a small child or two, but he didn’t know how to “Dad”... Reaching out, Lance placed his hand on his knee “You’ll get there. You got me through withdrawal. You got me through peopling. You got me through losing Allura and losing everything else. You’ll get through being a dad, because we’re a team, right?” There was a huge difference between a screaming Lance and a screaming baby. Smiling sincerely at him, Keith wasn’t able to stop himself as he surged forward to steal a kiss “I fucking love you” Lance snorted, both of them casting a quick glance to Krolia who seemed lost in the world of cream piping, then back to each other. Lance ducking his head slightly “I love you, too. Do you want to take her back? I need to change” Why did Lance need to change? His husband was better dressed than he was “Are you...?” Lance gave him a sigh, careful to lift Korra off his shoulder and settle her down on Keith’s “I’m leaking. I didn’t think to put nursing pads in my bra” Sliding his chair back, Keith got a good look at Lance’s wet chest. Arousal rushed to pool in his belly, his husband detecting the change in his scent “And this is why we can’t have nice things. I’ll be right back” Lance coming back drew out to 20 minutes where his husband hadn’t returned. Enough time had passed for Curtis to be bringing more pancakes over to the table “I’ll take her, you go check on him” He hadn’t needed to say anything, they both were worried over Lance not coming right back. Not confident in passing Korra, Curtis took her off his shoulder, Keith giving him a nod before heading off to find Lance. Finding Lance wasn’t all that hard. Their bedroom door was open, and sticking his head in he found Lance sitting on their bed, staring down at a small blue onesie that had been part of the pair gifted by Lance’s grandmother “Everything ok, babe?” “Yeah. It fell out when I went to grab my pads out. I was thinking about how small babies are” Walking over to their bed, Keith sat himself down next to his husband. Resting his head on his shoulder, the onesie seemed tiny “Do they come that small?” Lance snorted “Yeah, babe. What happened to Korra?” “Curtis is having cuddles. You’ve been gone a little while” “Had to clean up, then I had to pee, then I to grab my nursing pads out and change my shirt... it’s so much effort” Keith laughed softly, as long as Lance was alright that was the main thing “You’ve gotten so lazy” “I’ve gotten huge. I’m nearly out of clothes you know. If I get any bigger this stomach isn’t going to fit my shirts” “I don’t mind you being shirtless” “In front of Curtis?” “Maybe not” “I had the feeling you’d say that... I prefer wearing shirts, especially now” “Bad body day?” Lance nodded “It’s harder to have a good one. Sorry, it’s your birthday...” Nope. He wasn’t having Lance beating himself over this “It’s fine. I want to understand. Did you and Curtis plan that cake for me?” Lance started folding up the onesie so the small lamb on left breast of the tiny garment was upright “You really notice everything, don’t you?” “If mum...” “Your mum wanted to. I kind of figured that it’d happen with how long I slept for last night... We were going to surprise you in the morning. But it’s fine, she’s your mum and Korra helped too. It’s a nice memory” “You’re not sad?” “A bit, but today is about you. I want you to have a really good birthday. I mean, it’s better than last years...” “Yeah, well, no ones trying to kill us now. Plus, we’re going to be dads soon...” Trying to inject enthusiasm in his tone failed when Lance turned to him, his husband placing the onesie in his lap “You are going to be an amazing father. I know you’re scared, I’m scared too. I’m terrified something will go wrong at the last moment. That I’m going to drop a baby. Or that I’m just going... that I’m not going to be able to cope after giving birth. But you. I know you’re going to smash it out of the park. Because everything you put your heart and soul into doing, you always smash it out. You’ve always been a fighter, babe. You’ve got this” “Do I?” “You do. It’s like when you became Black Paladin. You didn’t think you could do it, but I did. Until Blade work got in the way...” Hadn’t Lance given him enough shit for it at the time? “I remember missing a certain Razzle-Dazzle routine...” “And I remember missing my only friend... I’m going to get depressed if we keep talking about it. My point is, you’re stronger than you let yourself believe. I love you. They’re going to love you” Cutting himself off to take a breath, Lance pushed that smile he disliked to his lips. Keith letting him get away with it simply because his husband realised he’d stepped on one of his own triggers so had promptly tried to move past it before he became stuck on it. Lifting the onesie, Keith traced over the embroidered sheep with his thumb “I’m scared of how small they’re going to be” “Me too... I hope they look like you” “No. I hope they look like you” “Are you kidding me? You’re the whole package. With your stupidly perfect hair and those eyes... I can’t say no to those eyes. Plus, you’ve got a nicer nose than I do” “What’s wrong with your nose?” “I like yours better?” “I think you’re cuter” Lance rolled his eyes at him “We’re going to get stuck here with you not admitting you’re gorgeous as you call me beautiful, and then, before we know it, your birthday is going to be over. Come on, Daddy Keith...” Plucking the onesie from his hand, Lance sat it down in the bedside table. Keith taking his hand as he stood “Alright, Daddy Lance. You’re still beautiful” “You’re an idiot. A soppy loved up idiot” “Mhmm... your idiot though” “Yep. And I’ll shoot anyone who says otherwise in the foot” “Babe, you can’t shoot everyone you don’t like” “We’ll have to agree to disagree” Keith knew he shouldn’t encourage Lance when it came to shooting people. His husband may act like he had no problem with it, especially with the number of people he’d killed, but he knew that the weight of what he’d done weighed on him heavily. If Lance did shoot someone else, then part of him would break beyond repair... Still, it was nice to know his husband was as possessive of him as he was of Lance. Lance loving and wanting him was the best present he could ever ask for. “There you two are. We thought you might have gone back to bed!” In their short absence Krolia had finished decorating the cake. The pile of pancakes were half gone. A broke plate lay on the floor, and Kosmo was nowhere to be seen. Having moved his presents to the kitchen table, Keith supposed it was a subtle hint to open them. Trying to pull Lance into his lap, his husband smacked his grabby hands away “Nope. You need to unwrap your presents, not me” “Can’t I do both?” Lance pouted, hands on his as he stared down at him “Aren’t you two worn out from last night and this morning?” Lance immediately blushed deep red, trapping his bottom lip in his teeth in embarrassment. Keith shot his mother a glare that Krolia shrugged off. Curtis hadn’t told them that they were being too loud... so why must he suffer the embarrassment of his mother doing so “Muuuum. Not cool” “You were up quite late...” Pointing at her with his right pointer finger, he grabbed Lance’s hand with his left hand. His threat deadly serious “If you say one more thing about our sex life, I’ll be taking my presents and my husband, and we’ll be spending my birthday in our bedroom” “Relax, I’m only teasing you both” “It’s ok, Keith. Open your presents. Krolia already told you mine, so save that one for last” He’d wanted to open his husband’s first, purely because it was from his husband. He was annoyed his mother had ruined the surprise, but he’d be lying if it hadn’t spiked his curiosity over what could possibly be in the album. Having all this attention on him wasn’t unpleasant, yet it also wasn’t all that pleasant. He didn’t know what facial expression he was supposed to make, or what he was supposed to say “Fine, move your chair and sit next to me” “You’re such a big baby” “Yep. Now sit down next to me” “Only because it’s your birthday, and I’m feeling generous” Keith laughed lightly at the way Lance threw his words back at him “Oh, merciful husband of mine, won’t you sit beside me” Wrinkling his nose, Lance poked out his tongue “Too far. You ruined it. Scooch over so I can fit?” “Deal” From Curtis he received a mug. Curtis looked slightly apologetic, but it did have Red on it, so it was instantly elevated above a normal mug. He’d also brought him a new black leather jacket with red trimming on the inside pocket. The choice screamed Lance more than Curtis’s shopping style. Lance had probably been going to gift it to him, then told Curtis to do so. Curtis didn’t know his sense of taste with clothing... which was pretty much “if it was clean and it fitted, it’d do”. His mother had a new Luxite blade for him, three colours woven into the design. Purple for Krolia, pink for Korra, and aqua for Kolivan, to remind him of his family on Daibazaal. Korra had gifted him what looked like a Kosmo plushy, and a “best big brother shirt”. Krolia insisted that he wear the shirt, while holding his sister on his shoulder and his new blade in his hand so she could send a picture to Kolivan. Keith was already in position before he thought to object to being bossed around. Lance found it all funny, his objections died in his throat as the sight of his husband’s smile. Knowing he was biased, his best presents came from his boys and his husband... and Curtis. Confined to the cabin, Keith had no idea when Lance and Curtis had had time to plan their presents... even when the third one taking Lance by surprise. Sliding what he knew to the album from Lance towards him, when he’d picked the present up, there’d been a second beneath it with Curtis’s neat handwriting across the tag. Drawing his brow, Curtis laughed at his facial expression “It’s for both of you. It’s also from Shiro. I may have also added to your present Lance...” Lance leaned past him to reply to Curtis “Should we be worried?” “Not really. You don’t have to open it right now, if you don’t want to” “Is it dirty? Or wrestling related?” “Lance, not everything I touch is wrestling related” “No... sometimes you touch Shiro” Curtis spluttered, the poor man covering his face with his both hands as he leaned heavily on the table “Babe, I think you broke him” “I think I broke him too. Open it already, I want to know what’s inside” “I want to open yours first” “Spoil sport” From Lance it was a beautiful album, a little clumsy where he’d decorated the from by hand in diamanté’s spelling out “Our Twins”. Inside was photos of Lance at various stages of his pregnancy. His baby bump as it grew, as well as the ultrasound photos, and a small pocket for the drive containing the videos. Flicking through, he could tell the last few photos were taken by Curtis. There were photos of Lance’s growing bump, Lance napping, Lance sleeping with his belly showing, and naturally photos of Kosmo and Lance. Some were of the pair of them both sleeping, some where of Kosmo resting with his head on Lance’s swollen stomach as Lance rubbed the spot between his ears. In one he had his paws on the bump with his tongue lolling out as he gazed up at Lance “I hope you don’t mind. I know you weren’t in the mood for photos when I picked you up. Some of them came from Marco, that lifted off the security feed in the outpost. Most of the selfies I lifted from your comms when you were sleeping after you told me you wanted to make Keith an album. In the album I’m gifting you, it’s got photos from the tour. So it’s not just of you. Shiro helped by providing the coordinates to match where they were taken. Miriam also sent through copies of photos from Christmas” Unlike his husband, he wasn’t quite so quick to cry, but he felt incredibly overwhelmed seeing Lance’s pregnancy progression carefully displayed with love and care. They’d received so much support from their friends. Keith had no way of ever paying them back for what they’d done for them. Pulled into a tight hug by his husband, Keith buried his face against Lance’s neck. On the night of the explosion, he could have lost all of this and he’d never have seen his boys born. He’d never been able to hold Lance again. See him smile or laugh. He never wanted to be in a situation like that again. He didn’t want his husband worrying that he’d never come home. That he’d widow him with two young boys to raise. He wouldn’t be going on another mission. Not when he had the future with Lance that he’d always wanted right in front of him. He didn’t know what he’d do as he transitioned, only that it’d be something low key and something that wouldn’t take him from his husband’s side. He wanted to give Lance everything he could “Keith?” “Let’s do it... let’s get married again... When we’re here, back on Earth with them... I want to do it. I want everyone to see you...” “Babe, we don’t have to get married again. I’m happy with you. I liked our first marriage” “I’m happy with you too... but we can... with everyone. With Mami and Jorge... and all your family... That big white wedding you always wanted. It might take a while, but I want it. I want you” “You’re an idiot. You’ve already got me” “I love you... I love them...” “I know you do. I know, babe. You ready to open your presents from our boys?” “I want to stay like this a little longer” “Ok, whatever you need. I’ve got you” From his boys he was gifted cheesy gifts that were so Lance. A tiny shirt that said “I asked my dad, but he told me to ask my father”, another saying “stuck in an infinite loop of dad jokes”. Lance had also found him a pretty blade made of metal he couldn’t recognise, tilting it small dots appeared. He wasn’t exactly a rocket scientist in intelligence, so didn’t realise the whole blade was decorated with small galaxies and stars. Curtis was quick to scold him as all weapons were supposed to be kept in a safe, where as Lance had to have had that in his possession since his arrival. His husband shrugged it off, entirely unapologetic for his gift. It seemed to Keith that most of the weaponry he had been collecting now came from his husband rather his own desire to seek it out. Lance paid ridiculously close attention to everything he said. He’d mentioned liking a pendant he’d seen at a market stall on one of the planets they’d toured. Sure enough, it was carefully and loving wrapped in the small pile, though now from their boys instead of his husband. It was thoughtful and completely Lance’s style to spoil him, despite his husband being the one who deserved to be spoilt rotten.

[what-my-bones-said]

do dem asks you fine ass bitch ✌🏻💕

Wow I hope this is my wife 

GET IN MY BUSINESS PLEASE:

The meaning behind my url: Words from my favorite @andrewgibby poem

A picture of me: at the bottom of the post. From my wedding 

How many tattoos i have and what they are: one tattoo on my shoulder blade that says “Fear is only a verb if you let it be” from an andrea gibson poem (can you tell I have an obsession?) & another on my thigh for autism awareness

Last time i cried and why: probably some time this week because the world lol

Piercings i have: my ears, used to have my belly button pierced

Favorite band: Dixie Chicks 

Biggest turn offs: people who don’t use their blinker, people who chew with their mouth open, arrogance

Top 5 (insert subject): places you want to visit: Italy, Greece, Hawaii, Spain, Brazil 

Tattoos i want: a map tattoo, another Andrea Gibson tattoo, lillies down my side, something in remembrance of my grandmother

Biggest turn ons: intelligence, Ambition, a good sense of humor... so my wife

Age: 24 

Ideas of a perfect date: going to a place and sampling beers/wines with my wife. And then going somewhere with a meat and cheese board for dinner 

Life goal: don’t know if I have a specific one?? Be happy?

Piercings i want: I’d like to get my cartilage re-pierced

Relationship status: Married to the love of my life <3

Favorite movie: Us 

A fact about my life: I went to Catholic high school

Phobia: flying

Middle name: Megan

Height: 5′4″

Are you a virgin? LOL no

What’s your shoe size? 8

What’s your sexual orientation? in love with my wife

Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs? i drink like... for fun? 

Someone you miss: MY WIFE

What’s one thing you regret? Not leaving a toxic relationship sooner

First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive: Jessica Alba

Favorite ice cream? Salted Caramel Core from Ben and Jerrys 

One insecurity: my skin

What my last text message says: lol...

Have you ever taken a picture naked? none of yo business

Have you ever painted your room? yes

Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex? lol yep my wife

Have you ever slept naked? hasn’t everyone?

Have you ever danced in front of your mirror? yes

Have you ever had a crush? yes 

Have you ever been dumped? definitely 

Have you ever stole money from a friend? never

Have you ever gotten in a car with people you just met? people I just met? no. People I don’t know very well? yes and never again 

Have you ever been in a fist fight? nope

Have you ever snuck out of your house? nope

Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back? yes definitely 

Have you ever been arrested? nope

Have you ever made out with a stranger? no I haven’t

Have you ever met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere? ummm yes?

Have you ever left your house without telling your parents? nope

Have you ever had a crush on your neighbor? no way

Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun? i mean... i ditched morning mass once or twice. 

Have you ever slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? oh yes

Have you ever seen someone die? no

Have you ever been on a plane? too many

Have you ever kissed a picture? lol no

Have you ever slept in until 3? never

Have you ever loved someone or miss someone right now? i miss someone right now

Have you ever laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? probably

Have you ever made a snow angel? yes 

Have you ever played dress up? when I was younger

Have you ever cheated while playing a game? i don’t think so 

Have you ever been lonely? yes right now

Have you ever fallen asleep at work/school? lol no 

Have you ever been to a club? like three times

Have you ever felt an earthquake? i don’t think so 

Have you ever touched a snake? i wish!

Have you ever ran a red light? by accident yes

Have you ever been suspended from school? never  

Have you ever had detention? nope

Have you ever been in a car accident? I’ve been rear ended

Have you ever hated the way you look? i mean we were all in middle school once 

Have you ever witnessed a crime? i don’t think so

Have you ever pole danced? no lol

Have you ever been lost? probably 

Have you ever been to the opposite side of the country? yes

Have you ever felt like dying? no

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep? probably

Have you ever sang karaoke? yes many times 

Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? yes, oh yes. worked out in the end though

Have you ever laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? yuck no

Have you ever slept with someone at least 5 years older or younger? not quite five years but four

Have you ever kissed in the rain? probably

Have you ever sang in the shower? constantly 

Have you ever made out in a park? probably?

Have you ever dream that you married someone? yes lol

Have you ever glued your hand to something? no

Have you ever got your tongue stuck to a flag pole? no haha

Have you ever gone to school partially naked? hell no

Have you ever been a cheerleader? another hell no

Have you ever sat on a roof top? yes!

Have you ever brushed your teeth? i hope that everybody brushes their teeth my god

Have you ever been too scared to watch scary movies alone? yes but i still do it

Have you ever played chicken? nope

Have you ever been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? nope

Have you ever been told you’re hot by a complete stranger? probably. gross. 

Have you ever broken a bone? yes my arm

Have you ever been easily amused? maybe?? 

Have you ever laughed so hard you cried? definitely

Have you ever mooned/flashed someone? only my wife lol

Have you ever cheated on a test? nope!

Have you ever forgotten someone’s name? yes ugh it’s so embarrassing 

Have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real? umm... no

Give us one thing about you that no one knows. no thanks I’m all set

[themoonandotherslikeit]

Back to You- Chapter 1

*REQUEST by UKgirl71

On a case, Sam Winchester saw a friend that he hadn’t seen in over ten years, Freya Scott. Freya was a blonde, fiery hunter with a serious skill set. The couple quickly realize how good they are for each other, in cases and life. With her, Sam starts to remember the possibilities he has outside of hunting, but when an accident rips them apart, will Sam ever be able to love anyone again? Will he be able to make it back to her?

Chapter One, Kansas

Freya

I adjusted by red lipstick in my rearview mirror. Check one, sex appeal. I ran my fingers through my long blonde hair, and adjusted my breasts in my bra. Half the time, the cops didn’t check my badge as much as they did my rack. Why not use it to my advantage? I opened my car door, my ankle boots crunching the autumn leaves under my feet. It was warm for mid-October, but the air was still cold for my taste.

I pulled my leather jacket together, and rested my aviators on my nose. I jogged across the street to the crime scene, ducking under the yellow tape.

“Can I help you?” A heavy male cop asked me. I observed the top button of his pants were undone, maybe from a big lunch.

“FBI.” I said, pulling my badge out from my coat.

“What?” He groaned. “Two of you aren’t enough?”

I raised an eyebrow, and I scanned the crime scene in front of me. Female victim in the leaves, her throat was ripped out. There were several cops, and forensics surrounding the crime scene, picking up items that were likely useless. Then my eyes landed on two men in black, cheap suits. Their backs were to me. One man had short hair, his hands were in his pockets. He was tall, a little over six foot, and his hands were lazily pushed into his pockets. I could make out the outline of his gun in the back of his pants. His partner turned, he was about three inches taller, with shoulder length shaggy hair, he held a notepad in his hand and he was scribbling away.

They were no FBI agents.

I grinned widely, and walked straight to the taller of the two men. I grabbed his shoulder. “Agent.”

He turned in surprise, and after a brief pause a smile grew on his lips, raising his cheeks, and brightening his green eyes. “Freya?”

“Kansas!” I said, punching him in the arm playfully. “Holy shit, I thought that was you.”

“Who is this?”

“Dean, this is Freya. I knew her when I was… what? A Freshman in high school?”

“You a cop?” Dean asked quietly, looking me over.

“Just like you are.” I said carefully.

Dean nodded knowingly.

“Maybe we should get a drink and talk about the case?” Sam offered, a little too eagerly.

The corner of my mouth tugged upwards and I nodded. “Yeah.” I agreed. “That’d be nice, but I’m sure you won’t mind me taking a look around.”

“Not at all.” Sam said with a nod.

I walked to the body and pulled out my rubber gloves from my pocket. I heard Dean grunt behind me. Fucking amateurs. I squatted down next to the body and examined it. She was pale, and dressed in a nice outfit. An expensive dress, and pearls. She only wore one high heel, but even with the mud caked on I could still see the name brand on the underneath. I made my way up to the wound on her neck. It was hasty, unplanned. It was ripped open, blood pooling on the brown leaves under her. She was hastily covered with leaves. This wasn’t a planned attack.

I frowned, glancing around to see if anyone was paying attention to me. Sam and Dean seemed engrossed in something else between the two of them, so I reached in, under the base of her neck and pulled out a long, sharp tooth.

“Let’s get out of here.” I said, standing up, hiding the fang in my palm.

Sam nodded to me, and we ducked from under the tape. Once we were out of earshot from the other officers I turned to Sam. “It’s definitely a vamp.”

“Definitely?” Dean asked suspiciously.

I understood. Hunters don’t always trust other hunters. I shrugged and tossed him the bloody tooth. “What’s that look like to you?”

Dean caught it out of the air and squinted at it. “Ya got me. It’s a vamp fang.”

The guys walked with me to my car, and I leaned against my car, with my arms crossed. “She was wearing three hundred dollar shoes. What was she doing walking through a park?”

“You think that’s relevant?”

“You don’t?”

“There are a few other Vic’s at the morgue that I can check out if you two want to look into her..uh.. shoes.” Dean winked at Sam.

“Sounds good.” Sam said with a shrug.

“Fine. I’ll drive.” I said unlocking my car with the remote on my key chain. Sam got into the passenger side and I slid into the drivers side. “Mind researching over some food? I’m starving.”

“I could eat.”

“Sam Winchester.” I said, shaking my head. “I haven’t seen you in, what 10 years?”

“Something like that. You’re still in the life?”

“Yeah, and so are you.”

10 years ago

“I can’t believe this. Seriously?”

“Seriously, kid.” Dad said, with his hand on my shoulder.

“You’re not taking me with you.”

“I’m not, kid. John needs my help. It’s too dangerous for you. You’re gonna stay here with little Sammy. Watch out for each other. We will be back in a couple days.” Dad leaned forward and kissed the top of my head before following John Winchester out into the night.

There we were, Sam and I standing in an old motel room alone. “So, Freya...” He said awkwardly.

“We don’t have to talk.” I said, grabbing my bag.

“Where’re you going?” he asked, walking toward me.

“Anywhere but here. I’m not going to sit around this motel room and wait for them to decide to come home.” I walked to the motel room door and swung it open.

“Freya.” He said, calling after me.

I turned, with my hand still on the doorknob. “What?”

“Can I come with you?”

I shrugged. “Okay Sammy.”

“It’s Sam.” He said with a frown, as he tossed his backpack over his shoulder.

“And you can call me Atlas.” I winked at him.

I jogged out the door, and he chased after me, keeping pace. “Atlas? Why?”

“It’s way more badass than Freya.” I said, making it onto the sidewalk. “We travel the world. Like... Atlas makes sense to me.”

“I guess its kind of cool. Should we make me a name?”

I looked back at him, walking backwards. We didn’t know where we were going, just that it was away from here. “Where are you from again?”

“Kansas.”

“There ya go, Kansas.” I grinned at him.

“That seems kind of lame.”

“It’s not.” I shrugged. “Having a home... that’s the dream.. isn’t it?” I said walking to a park that was on the side of the road. I climbed up on the slide, and sat at the top, looking down at Sam.

“Yeah.” He said, standing at the end of the slide. “I’ve always wanted that, too.”

“Maybe we can stop. Four years til I’m eighteen, then I can get out of here.” I’d never said the words out loud, but looking at him made me want more. He was so innocent, with his shaggy hair and his Fiddler on The Roof t-shirt. Little Sammy Winchester. I smiled a bit. “So, Kansas. What about you?”

“I.. I want to go to college.” Sam said looking up at me.

“What would you study?”

“I don’t know... maybe English?”

I laughed, and he curled into himself a bit. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh, but you know what it’s like to be poor, Sam. If you go to college pick something that’ll make a lot of money. Be a doctor, or a lawyer. Or an accountant or something.”

Now it was Sams turn to laugh. “An accountant? Me?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know you very well. You seem.. boring enough.”

“Hey!”

I dug into my backpack and pulled out a Twix bar. “Want half?”

“Sure.”

I tossed half down to him.

“I’m not boring, by the way.” He said, biting into the candy bar.

“That’s what all boring people say.” I eyed him, stretching the caramel from the candy bar.

“Well then, get to know me.” Sam said with a small smile.

“He flirts.” I said, sliding down. He caught me at the bottom, standing at the exit of the slide.

“In a socially awkward kind of way.”

“It’s kind of cute.”

“Cute.” He mumbled to himself, within a small smile.

Present

“So that’s the famous Dean?” I said, sitting at the table across from Sam.

“Yeah, that’s him.”

“So you didn’t go to college?”

“I did.”

“Decided to go with English after all?” I teased as I sipped my water that the waitress had given me.

“No.” He laughed a bit, dimples poking in both cheeks. “Actually went the lawyer route. Stanford.”

“Wow.” I grinned widely. “And yet you’re still flashing fake FBI badges.”

“Can’t ignore my true calling.”

“I hear that.” I reached down for my bag and pulled out my laptop, Sam did the same. “Alright, let’s get to the case.” I said, peeling my eyes off of my old friend.

“The vamp could’ve been in the park, hunting.”

“I don’t think so.” I said, typing into Google. “If it was hunting, then why leave the mess?”

“It’s a monster, Freya, you think it’s organized?”

“Maybe not if it’s new.” I admitted, shrugging. “But when monsters want to stay alive they go under the radar. They don’t kill women in parks, and they especially don’t murder people who will be missed, and she...” I said turning the laptop to her open Facebook page. “She will be missed.”

He pulled the laptop toward him. On the screen he would see the life of a woman. She had a good job, not quite good enough to buy three hundred dollar shoes. She is a woman who works hard for an image. For a set of pearls and a pair of name brand heels.

“She posted about a secret club.” He said focusing on the screen. “Looks like it’s pretty elite.”

I got out of my chair, and sat next to Sam so I could see over his shoulder. “Click into her messages.”

He clicked in and the top was a message from another woman, Louise. It was about the club.

“There we go.” I said tapping the screen. “Mango dance. That’s the password for the whole weekend.” I met eyes with Sam. “Hope you brought your tux, Kansas.”

“You asking me on a date?”

“You wish.” I said pursing my lips. He wasn’t a little boy anymore. He was something else all together.

Sam

“So, you gonna tell me about the cute blonde?”

“I met her when I was 14,” I began, adjusting my bow tie.

“Come ‘ere Sammy.” Dean said, gesturing for me.

I walked to him and he tied it for me.

“Dad was on a case with her father.”

“He was a hunter?”

“Yeah. They left us together for a few days. She was really cool.” I shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. Like seeing her again wasn’t rocking my world.

“She seems like a good hunter.”

“She is. She always has been... although, I’m surprised. She always said she wanted out of the life.”

Dean released my tie and patted my shoulders. “You said that, too, Sammy.”

“Yeah, I know. Guess you never really get out.”

Deans face wilted in front of me. He looked disappointed. “I never wanted this for you, ya know? Ever since we were kids I always just wanted you to be able to be a kid. To go to school... Sorry I pulled you back into this.”

I smiled at him, and slapped his shoulder. “Hey, no chick flick moments. Remember?”

“Yeah.” He said, forcing a grin on his face. “No chick flick moments, but seriously. You gonna hit that? She has a thing for you.”

“Dude!”

“What?” He tilted his head to the side innocently. “You don’t have a lot of game, man. You’ve gotta play the cards you’re handed. That’s all I’m sayin.”

“Whatever.”

“One more thing.” He said, sticking his fingers in my hair, trying to push it out of my face to the side.

I swatted his hand away. “Seriously, man.”

“Just tryin to help.” He said with a shrug.

A swift knock came to the motel door and Dean swung it open. “Well hello Blondie.”

“Dean.” Freya said, annoyance littering her voice. I turned toward her and she smirked. “Well, hello Kansas.”

She wore a long, tight black dress that hugged her every curve. She wore the same red lipstick from earlier in the day and her blonde hair was pinned to the side, and curled to cascade down her shoulder. Her dress was so tight I couldn’t figure out where she was hiding her weapons.

I felt my face heat up. “Hey Atlas.” I said instinctually. “You clean up nice.”

She snorted and gave me a nod. “You too.”

“And I look great. We all look great.” Dean said eyeing us. “You two ready to crash a party?”

She offered her arms up to us. I looped my left arm with her right, and Dean looped his right with her left. “Typical Saturday night.” She said smoothly. “A man on each arm.”

The club looked sketchy, if I was being honest. We approached the back door and a man clad in black stood at the back door. I felt my blade rub against my calf as I walked, and the weight of Freya’s arm in mine. “Password?” He asked.

I tried to watch his mouth, for any signs that he was a vamp, but his teeth looked normal to me. “Mango dance.” Freya said, leaning into me.

The guard grunted and unlocked the door, opening it to a lively club. There was music, but not in the way a dance club is. Everyone was sipping expensive wine, or whiskey and leaning into each other talking in hushed tones.

“This is kind of boring.” Dean said low enough for only the three of us to hear him.

“Let’s split up and see if we can get any intel.” Freya said calmly.

We nodded to her and split our separate ways. I walked through the room, trying to eaves drop, and catch any bit of information that would be useful. I was wrong. It was a dead end. They were all talking about golf, or the Grammys. Who was sleeping with whose wife. Who had a mistress.

Is this what people are like when they have money?It was kind of gross. “Hey there,” A red headed woman purred as she rested her hand on my shoulder. “Handsome.” She drawled out in a southern accent.

I raised my eyebrow. “Uh, hi.”

She was at least twice my age.

“I haven’t seen you here before.”

“First time.” I said with a sideways smile.

“I could tell.” She smiled. Her breath smelled like peppermint and menthol cigarettes. “I can always tell.”

“Can I ask you a question?” I asked, leaning in.

“Anything for you.”

“Do you recognize this girl?” I said, showing her the victims picture on my phone.

The woman frowned. “She was here last night. I didn’t like her one bit. I could tell she wasn’t from money. I can always tell.”

“So she was a new member, too?”

“Why are you asking?”

“I talked to her once. Didn’t like her. I wanted to know if this is the kind of place that accepts her kind.” I rattled off my best lie I could master.

This seemed to relax her. “It wasn’t her first time, but she was new. Only been coming for about a week. Glad to see her not here tonight. She reeked of desperation.”

I could see Freya from a few feet away. She was surveying the room, her hickory eyes scanning, searching for anything out of the open. She met my eyes, and gestured to a door in the back that was roped off by a velvet VIP rope.

“It was so nice to meet you, but I, uh, have to go to the bathroom.” I said, scurrying away from her before she could follow me. “What do you think?” I asked Freya when I caught up with her.

“I don’t know.” She admitted. “But I’ve seen some people slipping into the back room. I have a gut feeling, Sam.”

I nodded. “Okay, lets check it out.”

We walked up to the back door, arm in arm. “What’s the password?” The guard asked.

I glanced at Freya. We are so screwed.“Pearls.” She said, pursing her lips.

The man nodded. How the hell did she know that?

He opened the door. It was to a long hallway. At the end there stood another door. “How did you know that?” I asked her quietly.

“I’m good at reading lips.” She shrugged like it wan’t a big deal.

“You ready for this?”

She stopped me, taking my forearms in hers. She’s met my eyes before leaning down to pull a blade out from under her dress. She took the blade and hid it behind her clutch in her hand. “Now I am.” She smiled at me.

“Me too.” I said, showing her the blade in my sleeve.

Nothing could’ve prepared me for the sight inside of that room.

There were lush crimson arm chairs and couches, and wooden floors. The light was low and there were candles lit on every surface. I felt frozen at first, but Freya pulled me forward.

There were women and men laid out on the couches and chairs. Some looked unconscious. Some had IV bags, and needles in their arms leading to bags that drained into blood bags. Others had open wounds that dripped into bowls or wine glasses. Based on the number of guests, there had to be at least 10 of them. The vamps were feeding on the guests, and we had just waltzed right into their nest.

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Chapter Two, Snowflakes in Her Hair

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Here’s a handy post with ALL 15 of the Destiel fics I posted this year!! (Total word count for the year: 366,181.)

2017 has been a year of drama, demisexual Cas, and dogs. (Seriously, a LOT of dogs.) Wow, I did awesome - and I think my personal health journey is well-reflected in the topics, from depression recovery and weirdness in January to fluff and smut in the last months of the year.

I hope you enjoy reading these even more than I enjoyed writing them ♥

✦ Mostly In Silence · 4k · G · hurt-comfort + depression recovery

Dean returns home to the bunker, only to find Castiel is lost in a deep depression. Taking their cues from the night sky (perhaps holding hands, perhaps sharing their first kiss), Dean helps Castiel rediscover a small but shining sense of hope.

✦ Lucid Nightmare · 10k · T · basically weird meta about fanfic AUs

there’s fire in this city // sirens, ghosts, and earthquakes // one night, you protect me // and we run until dawn breaks //

Or:

A spooky, fluffy, mind-warping existential-themed half-fic half-poem, in which Dean saves siren!Cas from a real-life waking nightmare and drives him to Bobby’s house for safety. But as Cas reveals more about himself and his past, Dean comes to realise he has to let his new winged friend enter his mind and dreamwalk, or else Cas will die.

✦ A Place and a Feeling · 24k · NC-17 · fluffy drama + domesticity + smut

Human AU. Dean Winchester still hasn’t found the perfect little house in the suburbs he’s always dreamed of. On the off-chance that another meeting with his totally adorkable realtor could finally change everything, Dean keeps going back to Castiel’s agency. Like Cas always says, home is both a place and a feeling. But what if the place Dean’s looking for is Castiel’s house, and the feeling is Castiel himself? Sometimes the most unprofessional choices lead to the most enjoyable personal consequences. This is one of those times.

✦ Our Garden Home · 36k · G · cute overload fairy AU

Flower fairy Dean has caught a thief in his trap. As it turns out, it wasn’t a mouse stealing his food. It was Castiel: a hissy, bitey bat sprite with one wing and a forlorn, lonely heart. Dean offers a warm space in his nest, where Castiel can stay until Springtime comes around again. However, Castiel becomes more than just a guest. With a little effort, he helps make Dean’s nest a home.

✦ Night Exhibition · 27k · NC-17 · friends to lovers + smut (rimming!)

Welcome to the world’s most generic museum. In the café, you’ll find Dean, putting dinosaur cut-outs on his award-winning apple pies. In the gift shop, you’ll find his snarky yet devastatingly handsome friend Castiel, folding t-shirts for a living. But Castiel has a second job as a night watchman, patrolling the marble halls and protecting the museum exhibits after dark. One night, Dean asks to tag along. He could never resist a crisp blue uniform, and he’ll take any opportunity to have his friend show it off. It might take all night, one dance, and a playful sex act (or five) in a few unusual places around the museum before either of them realise… maybe Dean’s interest was never about the uniform. And maybe their friendship was already something else.

✦ What We Ache For · 93k · NC-17 · hurt-comfort + domesticity

Working as a prostitute (that’s ‘sex worker’ to the decent folks), Castiel has heard more than his fair share of odd requests. When he’s paid to spend a night with Dean Winchester (handsome, dork of all dorks, has a nice car… secretly a cop), the last thing Castiel expects to hear are the words “I wanna make love.” That’s the one thing he’s never done before – so Dean is going to show him how to do it. But then, barely a month after that night is over, Castiel finds himself in a difficult situation, and Dean is mistakenly summoned to help. They begin to share again: Dean’s apartment, the spare bed, their deepest secrets. Over time, with the support of Dean’s brother Sam, a mystery dog, and lots of cuddles, kisses, comfort, and tea, maybe Cas can finally be loved the way he deserves.

✦ Purple Horse in a Coffee Shop · 8k · G · fun & silly office romance

Nobody expects to see a purple horse at a Pride parade. So, naturally, Dean Winchester is surprised to meet his office co-worker and long-term crush, Castiel, riding atop a magnificent steed - and dressed in full wizard regalia, no less. Somehow, Cas thinks he (and his decked-out horse) are wearing grey. They visit a coffee shop with their friends and family, trying to get to the bottom of this mix-up - and apparently the purple horse is coming too.

“One medium black coffee with two sugars; one macchiato; three small soy lattes; one large decaf with a caramel shot - and ten apples, please.”

✦ Unconditional · 2k · T · hurt-comfort + meta about Dean & John Winchester

Over the years, Dean’s learned a lot about himself, and the way he loves those around him. Now Cas is back from the dead, and he came back human - and hurt. As Dean soothes Cas’ wounds in the front seat of the Impala, an ache in his heart drives him to find words to explain.

✦ The Wireless · 58k · NC-17 · solar punk + the most holy-shit thing I have ever written imo

Cas Novak hosts a popular radio show, entertaining hunters with his psychic powers. But, in a world where monster-hunting is commonplace, he harbours a powerful secret: he’s not human, but an angel, surviving in a society unsympathetic to his kind. For six years, Cas has read out news stories describing a particularly impressive man: Dean Winchester, distinguished hunter and accidental prophet of God. Not by chance, Cas meets Dean at a sunny autumn carnival, where Dean’s taken a job at a kissing booth. One kiss - perhaps two - and they’re already old friends, sharing fairground food, a carousel ride, another kiss on the ferris wheel… Finally, safe in the tent Dean shares with his brother, Castiel feels comfortable enough to reveal those unknown pieces of himself. But come morning, bigger events separate the trio: an ancient beast is waking up, and a fearful world desperately needs to be united. Now Castiel has a reason to confess his true nature, broadcasting live on Hunter Radio. Of course, Dean is listening. And it’s only a matter of time before he replies.

✦ Marshmalloween · 33k · T · lighthearted “teenagers vs. a haunted swamp” adventure

In an attempt to be the world’s coolest guardian, Dean takes his seventeen-year old brother Sam and all his friends to a ‘haunted’ swamp for Halloween night. Even if the ghost stories are a load of baloney, at least the alligators are real. Dean is unexpectedly reunited with his childhood friend (and crush) Castiel, kickstarting a fun night of Halloween antics - marshmallow toasting, bottle spinning, kiss exchanging, and spooky storytelling around the campfire. But when Sam and his dog both go missing, Dean realises the stories his mother once told him are all true. Monsters are real. And unless Dean, Cas, and all of Sam’s friends can figure out how to bring Sam back, he might be lost forever.

✦ Restaurant Revelations · 4k · G · fluffy relationship reveal

Dean and Cas have something important to tell Sam. They don their cheap rental tuxes, and Cas takes out dinner reservations at an exclusive restaurant just for the occasion. Sam is surprised enough when he and Cas make it through the door. But Dean shows up five minutes late, and the restaurant’s security protocols surely make it impossible for him to join them. The secret password is “fiancé”. And somehow Dean knows without being told.

✦ Stumble and Fall · 20k · G · dog adventures + cuddles

Dog AU. Ever since Dean was a puppy, training to be the world’s best sniffer dog, he hasn’t been able to sleep alone. His newest mission takes him well out of his comfort zone: he’s teamed up with a search-and-rescue mutt named Castiel (who, presumably, still has the vet’s thermometer stuck up his ass). But Dean was never built for snowy mountains – and only by snuggling up tight will he and Castiel share enough heat to make it through the night. Except, once Dean is home safe, he finds himself pining for his canine friend…

✦ Pretty Panties and the Pool Shark · 6k · G · kid fic

Castiel is beginning to understand how deceitful his fellow ten-year-olds can be. All the other boys in his swim class keep trying to convince him that there’s a live shark in the pool. And now Dean’s claiming that the panties in his bag belong to his sister, when Castiel knows for a fact that Dean doesn’t have a sister. Castiel is sick of being lied to. But, once Dean reveals a few truths, perhaps they can find a way to make sure the other kids’ teasing comes back to bite them - so to speak.

✦ Whoa There Cowboy · 5k · NC-17 · cowboy kink smut

If you’re gonna jerk off, watch something you find sexy, Dean said. There’s a dirty cowboy movie on TV, and that suits him perfectly. But he never expected that Cas would want to watch him.

✦ The Emporium of Christmas Enchantments · 28k · G · Christmas magic + cute overload

Every night when the clock strikes twelve, all the toys in the toymaker’s workshop come to life. Dean is a little wooden soldier, so easily distracted by the pretty dolls. However, in the nights leading up to Christmas, he feels drawn to a very different kind of toy: Castiel, a kindhearted cowboy displayed on the other side of the store. Dean and Castiel spend all their time together, spreading joy and festive cheer throughout their miniature community. But once the Christmas rush comes around, will fate allow them to stay together? (Perhaps… with a little sprinkling of Christmas magic, even the wishes of simple toys can come true.)

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My Angel

Fandom: Star Wars (Guardian Angel AU)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary: Reader is thinking about killing herself. Poe is assigned to be her guardian angel and prevent her from doing so.

Warning: mentions of depression, suicide, and self-harm.

Poe sat around with the rest of his garrison looking down and watching the lives of people in D’Qar. 

“Dameron. Report to the General.” an angel came flying by said. Poe sighed and made his way to Leia Organa’s office, the general of his garrison.

“You wanted to see me, ma’am?” Poe asked as he sat down in the chair in front of her desk. He eyed the older angel. Her eyes were soft yet piercing. She was a sassy angel that wasn’t afraid to rip you a new one if you messed up.

General Organa nodded, “Yes. I have an emergency assignment.” She handed him a folder containing your file.

Poe opened it and it contained a picture of you, your basic information, and your current situation. At the bottom of the file, it read “Status: SUICIDAL” with a big red stamp that said EMERGENCY. Poe looked up to the general, “Orders, ma’am?”

“Watch over, Y/N. Be there for her. Talk to her. Make sure she doesn’t go forth with her plans.”

Poe nodded, “Yes, ma’am. When do I get started?”

“Now. She’s currently asleep. But just watch over her. If things seem to get bad, interfere immediately.”

Poe saluted, “Yes, ma’am.” 

General Organa saluted back and nodded, “May the Lord be with you.” (the Catholic side of me is cackling right now -Iylla)

“Thank you.” Poe flew down from Heaven and right to your bedside in seconds. 

You had cried yourself to sleep...again. Another dreadful day had gone. You were upset, confused, angry, and scared. That crushing feeling of loneliness filled you up inside. You hated it. You hated having depression. You hated how it consumed your entire being.

You were in your dreamless state of sleep when you were woken to a thud in your room and some loud whispered curses. 

“Haven’t done that in a while.” You shot up holding a bat that you kept under your pillow.

“Who the hell are you and what do you want?!” You yelled startling the man.

“Woah, woah, woah! Hey! Put that down!” the man cried out cowering in the shadows of your room. Black wings seemed to be coming out of him.

You were so confused, “What the-What are you?! Who are you?!” You lifted the bat as you stood on your bed.

“I’m Poe! i’m your guardian angel!”

You shook your head, “What? There’s no such thing as angels!”

“I assure you, sweetheart, we’re very much real.” He stepped closer to you and the moonlight shining through your window revealed himself. He was attractive with his caramel skin and black curly hair. He held his hands up to show he wasn’t going to hurt you and his wings were spread out, “My name is Poe Dameron. I’m an angel of the Lord and I’m here to watch over you.”

Your grip on the bat tightened, “Why do you have to watch over me?”

“You’ve been contemplating suicide.” His words hit you and you slowly lowered your bat, “How do you know that?” 

Poe pointed up, “We angels watch over everyone. We try to keep everyone safe. Sometimes we succeed. Sometimes we fail.”

“And you want to help me?” You asked in disbelief.

“Yes. You have a purpose on this Earth. You should stay alive in order to fulfill it.”

You sat back down on your bed staring at Poe’s wings trying to process what the hell was going on. You shook your head, “I’m dreaming. This is a dream.”

Walked towards you sitting on the side of your bed. You kept glancing at his wings. Poe slowly reached out towards you and grabbed your hand. You suddenly felt very warm inside. Poe smiled, “See? Real.” He then brought your hand up to his wing. You ran your fingers through the silky black feathers. 

Poe closed his eyes. He felt warm and so at peace as you stroked his feathers. He’s never felt like this before. The feeling of you faded as you retracted back your hand. Poe slowly opened his eyes and you sat on your bed with arms holding your stomach.

“So, you’re here to help me. How?”

Poe shrugged, “Whatever you need. I’m here for you. I’ll listen to you. I’ll talk to you. I’ll hold you. I’m here to help you in anyway that you need.”

Out of nowhere you launched yourself at him wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you sobbed, “Thank you.”

Months had gone by and Poe was literally there every single step of the way. Despite him being an angel, you were the only one to see his wings. Therefore, he appeared as a normal human being to everyone else. 

Poe was there during the good days and the bad. On the bad days, he’d hold you as you cried. He’d keep you away from any pills or sharp objects. He’d distract you with movies, jokes, or taking you out of your apartment. He listened to your rants, your frustrations, your stress. He was exactly what you needed. As you told him more about yourself, he started doing the same. 

He spoke of how he used to be a pilot in the Air Force during World War I. He told you of his dreams of travelling the world to help people. He told you how he eventually wanted to settle down, get married, have kids, and own ten dogs. The last part made you laugh, something you haven’t done in a while. He eventually told you of how he died. How his plane got shot down and he spiraled out of control. He told you how, in the afterlife, it killed him to watch his dad grieve over him.

The more time you spent with Poe, the more willing you were to live. He helped you see what good you could do with your talents. Was your depression gone? No. Did your suicidal thoughts lessen? Yes, in a significant amount. Then it came to heart-wrenching question: when will Poe’s mission be completed?

“Once I believe you’re better off without me, then my mission would be complete.”

“So how am I doing?”

“I came to the conclusion that my mission was done last week.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused, “Then why are you still here?”

Poe looked down and twiddled his thumbs, “I’m not ready to leave you just yet.”

“Why’s that?”

Poe looked up and stared into your eyes, “I’ve fallen in love with you.”

You thought back on a conversation you once had with Poe.

“Just curious, can angels and humans be together? Like romantically?” You asked as you and Poe sat at the edge of a pool. Your legs dipped in the water.

“Kinda. I mean, if allowed by the general of the garrison, the angel can become human again. However they have to give up their ethereal powers. Sure, they get a second chance at life, but once they die for the second time, they don’t come back as an angel again.” 

“Wow.” You stared staring into the water. You realized you started to feel things for Poe, but you wouldn’t let him give up his angel status for you. You knew how much being able to help people meant to him.

You shook your head, “You can’t love me. You have to continue being an angel so you can continue to help and watch over people.”

Poe shook his head and held your hands in his, “I’ve been doing this for about a century. I think my time is up and another angel will take my place.”

You were feeling so guilty, “I can’t allow you to do this.”

Poe softly smiled rubbing soft circles on the back of your hands, “I’m not asking for your permission. I want to be with you. Always. I want to make sure that nothing else happens to you. That you never feel lonely again.” Poe rested his forehead on yours, “I want to be your angel forever.” 

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to Poe’s. You felt him smile as he deepened the kiss. When he remembered that you needed to breath, he broke apart the kiss. He was smiling from ear to ear as a faint pink dusted your cheeks.

“I’ll be back,” In a blink of an eye, Poe disappeared.

He flew back up to Heaven to speak with General Organa. He waited as he stood in front her desk. The general finished up her last thought and set her pen down.

“Yes, Dameron.”

“I’d like to become human again, ma'am.”

The older woman arched an eyebrow, “You’ve fallen for her?”

Poe nodded, “Immensely.”

The general leaned back against her chair, “Granted.”

Poe’s eyes lightened up, “Really?!”

The woman chuckled, “You’ve been doing this for a long time, Dameron. You’re one of the best in my garrison. So if you want another chance at happiness. I’ll give it to you.”

Poe bounced on his feet, “Thank you so much, ma'am!” He ran up to the general hugging her, “I’ll make you proud.”

General Organa sighed as she hugged him back, “You already have.” She let go of Poe and placed two fingers on his forehead. He bright light began to emit from him.

Poe closed his eyes then opened them to find himself in your apartment again. He smiled to himself, “Y/N?” He called out.

“Kitchen!” You yelled back.Poe ran out the room to you. You were washing the dishes. He didn’t care. He swept you up in his arms and spun you around. You laughed as he did so.

He set you down and you faced him, “So it’s done?”

Poe softly smiled, “Yeah. No powers. No wings. Just me. Human me.”

You pouted, “I’m gonna miss your wings.”

Poe scoffed, “I’m not. Those were a bitch to take care of.” 

Your eyes twinkled as you laughed and Poe’s heart soared. He tilted your head and kissed you on the lips, “Powers or none, I’ll still be your angel.”

You smiled as your fingers hovered over his lips, “You’re my angel.”

[smutfornerds]

Daydreaming // Cisco x Reader

Request(s): Please do a Cisco smut where he uses his powers 😬 ; HI YES PLEASE DO A SMUT WHERE CISCO USES HIS POWERS PLEASE THANKS

Warnings: this made me scream bye

“How 'bout I show you just what I can do?" Cisco's words were coated in seduction, and he bit at your bottom lip, tugging it softly bringing out a moan from you. Lowering his arm, he balled his fist and shot a small vibration to your lower region. You yelped at the feeling, knees shaking at the overwhelming sensation. A wide smirk lit up his face as he watched your squirm. "And that was just a warm up, princesa." His tongue rolled out the 'r' as he spoke to you, a low and sultry tone to his voice.

A loud beeping buzzed in your ear as your alarm clock rang, and you immediately hit snooze. Ten more minutes wouldn't kill you. Especially if you could go back into that dream. You tossed yourself onto your stomach and groaned into your pillow, a pool of wetness growing between your legs. Before you knew it the clock buzzed again, and you sighed sitting up. Not only were you annoyed at the fact you had to leave your bed, you were now flustered because you had to go to work with this floating around your brain, knowing you'd flash back to it every time you looked at Cisco.

After that start to your morning you felt like wearing something a little more revealing today. You opted for a black skintight suede skirt, paired with a purple button up tank top, and a sexy pair of strappy black heels. Eyeing yourself in the mirror, you pursed your lips before unbuttoning the top two more times. A smile graced your lips and you went off to fix your hair and face. Once your hair was perfectly curled and makeup pristine you headed out the door. Your apartment was about a ten minute drive from S.T.A.R. Labs so you made it there in five, with how you drove through the city. As the elevator opened you were greeted by Caitlin, whose brows rose at how you were slightly dressed up.

"Hey, sorry I'm late." You chimed, stepping into the corridor. The pale girl shrugged. "I mean, I can see why." She smiled, looking you up and down as she gestured to you. You laughed softly, looking down at yourself. "Ha, yeah. I almost look like you today." The both of you giggled as you started to walk towards the Cortex. "How was your night?" Your friend asked and you sighed with a bit of a groan. "Amazing." The combination of the two confused Caitlin and she tilted her head at you. You sighed again to emphasize your frustration. "I kinda had a.. dream, about this guy.." you admitted, and she stopped walking to face you in the hallway. "A dream? What kind of dream, Y/N?" She asked. "A dream, Cait." You gave her a pointed look and her eyebrows shot up as her eyes widened. "Oh.. oh! Oh my god, who? Was it Barry?" You scoffed, shaking your head. "No, not my type." She pinched her lips together and to the side, trying to read your face and come up with another guess. Before she could you took more steps towards the Cortex. She wasn't going to drop it just yet.

As the two of you entered the room you saw Barry running on his treadmill at hyper speed, Harry was tinkering with some sort of gadget, and Cisco was nowhere to be found. Thank the lord. Caitlin looked from Harry to you, motioning towards him nonchalantly. You laughed and shook your head, her face scrunching up again as she went back to thinking. "Hey guys," you called, taking a seat in front of the computers. Harry glanced over to you with a small wave before doing a double take. Did you really look that good? "Well hello there fancy." He stated and you giggled looking down. "It's not that much, come on.." Barry entered the room now, eyes following Harry's and his thick brows perked up. "Well damn, Y/N. Who are you getting all prettied up for?" He questioned. "That's what I'm trying to figure out.." Caitlin muttered under her breath, both comments making you laugh and shake your head. "A girl can't just doll herself up for the hell of it?" Caitlin let out a small laugh, and you glared at her playfully.

You helped the three of them with analyzing information they'd collected on a new string of attacks around the city, totally too zoned out on the computer screen to notice that Cisco had walked in. As your fingers typed you felt someone lean over the back of your chair and look over your shoulder. You didn't realize who until he spoke. "You're totally in my spot." Cisco teased, and you jumped just slightly. You turned your face to look at him only to realize he was only a few inches away from you. "Oh, uhm, sorry Cis," you mumbled as you looked away, Cisco clearly sensing there was something up with you. You pushed back from the computer and let the chair glide a few feet to distance yourself from him so you could regain composer before standing. It was only now that he noticed your outfit, jaw falling open a bit and a large smile on his face. "Woah.. you look.." he paused, eyes roaming down to your feet and back up, lingering just a bit longer on your chest before meeting your eyes. "Woah." He breathed before clearing his throat, settling into a chair. You felt yourself blush softly, thankfully already wearing the cosmetic version so it hid well, but the flustered smile on your face still shined. "Oh, nah I just.." you shrugged, nervously tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "Just had extra time to get ready this morning.." you mumbled, your eyes falling to the floor, smile never falling from your lips.

At that moment Caitlin looked over at you, seeing the way you reacted to Cisco and letting out a loud gasp, drawing everyone in the room's attention, especially yours because you knew she'd figured it out. Her eyes were locked to yours and she glanced at Cisco quickly. "What? What's up Caitlin?" Barry asked and you shook your head as softly as possible to not let anyone see you, with your lips sitting in a tight line. "Uhm.." she stalled. "I just remembered Y/N and I left our coffee in the elevator." You sighed a bit in relief but Cisco didn't buy it. "I was just in there, I didn't see any coffees..?" He glanced at you and you feigned a shrug. "Did I say elevator? I-I meant basement." She hurried over to you grabbing your wrist pulling you behind her as both of your heels clicked against the floor rapidly. The boys all looked at each other confused, but shrugged.

Once you were in the lobby again she stopped and stared at you. "Oh my God! It was Cisco!" She squealed and you shushed her frantically, looking over your shoulder and down the hall to make sure no one heard you. "Yes, okay, yeah, it was Cisco.. please don't say anything?" You pleaded and she nodded quickly. "Of course of course. But wow, did you see the way he looked at you?!" You felt yourself blush again and you laughed, nodding. "Man, did I.." After you spoke you heard footsteps coming towards the two of you just to see Cisco and Barry walking down the hall. "Hey," Barry called. "Thought you were going to the basement?" His expression confused. Caitlin stared at him for a minute before nodding. "Right, well.. we realized we didn't have coffees this morning." You huffed a laugh through your nose at the half assed excuse. Cisco and Barry nodded once slowly, in unison.

"Right, well, we need you in the lab." You both stepped forward and Barry corrected himself. "Oh, just Cait. You're good." He pointed to you and you nodded. As Caitlin and Barry walked away she motioned a 'lock and throw away the key' mime and you mouthed 'you better'. Cisco turned to you and your eyes looked at his, causing your breath to escape you for a minute. "So, how was your weekend?" You asked softly, flashing the caramel skinned male a smile. He returned the smile and your heart fluttered, god he was beautiful. "It was fine, relaxed at home. Rewatched Stranger Things," he shrugged. "Nothing too terribly exciting. What about you?" His question brought the dream back into your mind and you got lost for a minute, gazing off into space remembering the way he looked at you in that made up universe created by your subconscious. Cisco snapped his fingers in front of your eyes causing you to jump, phone falling from your hand. He swiftly caught it and held it out to you. "Here, klutz. It's a wonder you can maneuver in those shoes." He teased and you gulped back your nerves, bringing your hand to his to take your phone.

As your hand brushed his it was now Cisco's turn to glaze over, visions of you sleeping with an almost split screen in his mind of the sequence of your dream. He saw it all in an instant, before coming back to reality. "Cisco..?" You mumbled, placing your hand on his frozen arm. "You okay? Did you just vibe?" Your questions made him blink in awe, and he simply nodded. He felt a warmth rise to his face and the blood rush elsewhere, and he cleared his throat. "Wow, I uh, I gotta.. yeah." He pointed off in a random direction and stepped that way, before regrouping and turning around to pace off to the Cortex. You stood there for a moment, confused as to what he could've vibed. Slowly you followed his direction, walking in to see him talking in the corner with Barry. The speedster's eyes were stuck wide open, and Cisco stood in his signature 'one arm crossed the other at his mouth chewing his thumb' stance he only used when nervous.

With a puzzled look you made your way to Caitlin. "What's that about?" You whispered to her. She shrugged, glancing at the way the boys excitedly talked. "Who knows. Maybe you?" She nudged your elbow and you giggled softly. "I don't know.. I think Cisco vibed me but he sped off before I could get a real answer out of him." Caitlin quirked a brow at your words and smirked a bit. "Maybe he saw your dream.." Your friend was only teasing, but your heart dropped. "Oh my god.." your voice came out at full volume, causing the boys to glance in your direction. You stood frozen as you locked eyes with Cisco, and you knew it was true. Abruptly you turned your back to them and squeezed your eyes shut. "This is not happening, this is not happening.." you muttered over and over and Caitlin could not believe she had been right. "Y/N, oh my god.. I-I was joking, I didn't--" You shook your head. "He totally saw it, Cait. Oh my god, oh I'm gonna pass out.." You felt anxiety shake through you and you leaned against the counter.

You tried to steady your breathing with a few deep inhales and slow exhales. "Hey.." Cisco's voice made you jump, not turning around, too red faced to look him in the eyes. You pretended you were busy with the vials in front of you and Caitlin turned to him. "Yeah? What's up Cis?" She played coy, and you mentally thanked her for it. "Uh, Barry is gonna do a run around the city to check that everything's good. I'm gonna go tweak my suit for a while.." he muttered and you bit your lip hard, fighting back a moan at the idea of him in his outfit, sleeve and all just like in your dream. You visibly clenched your legs together, crossing them as you stood. Cisco eyed you from behind, eyes roaming over your tight skirt and long legs, licking his lips while out of sight of you. He'd forgotten Caitlyn could fully see him and she cleared her throat, snapping him of his gaze. "Uhm, right yeah, I'm gonna.. head over to my lonely little office.." His words seemed like an invitation and you only bit your lip harder, keeping your back to him. Cisco eyed you up and down one more time before turning and walking off.

Once he was out of the room you let out a sigh you'd been holding in for some time, groaning as you turned to Caitlin, who was smirking right at you. "He so wants you to follow him." She teased, and you shook your head. "I can't just stroll into his room for no reason, that's so beyond desperate." Caitlin looked over at you and handed you a specific type of screwdriver that was the exact size Cisco would need to tinker with his sleeve at all. "Here," she stated as she placed it in your hand. "Now you have a perfectly valid reason." Her smirk widened as she shooed you off.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you made your way to his office. He could hear your heels clicking against the tile floor as you approached and he drew in a quick breath. You softly knocked on the frame of his door, leaning against it lightly. "Hey, Caitlin said you'd probably need this..?" You held the tool up and wiggled it back and forth as he moved his eyes to it and smiled. "I was actually just looking for that, thanks." He motioned for you to come in and you walked to him, handing him the instrument as you tried to keep your nerves at bay. "So, what exactly are you trying to do to it?" Your question made him slide the sleeve onto his arm, stretching his fingers out in a star formation before forming a fist. "Just trying to amplify it, see just what it can do." His words mimicked your dream and you choked back a groan, clearing your throat as you looked down.

"Care to demonstrate?" You asked in a soft voice, stepping a bit closer to the handsome meta. One of his dark eyebrows raised a bit and a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth, his eyes moving to your own. He took half a step towards you and shook his head. "Not one bit.." he muttered, and you could hear the low hum of his armor activate. In a matter of seconds there was a slight blue glow coming from his fist and he shot a minuscule bundle of vibrations through your skirt hitting just above your sweet spot. You couldn't stop the whiny moan that fell out of your mouth and Cisco's smirk only grew. He leaned into you now, lips hovering next your ear. "And that was only a warm up. Princesa.." he whispered the words from your dream next to your ear and you shuttered against him. If there was any doubt he'd vibed your dream, that was long gone.

One of your hands reached up and wound its way into Cisco's hair. Your eyes met his again and you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth again, at a loss for words. "Oh please, allow me.." The raven haired man leaned into you, stealing your lip from behind your teeth with his own, biting down as tugging it away from you, causing you to be pulled into his arms even further with a gravelly moan escaping from your throat. Cisco grinned and pushed your hair back to see your face in it's entirety. No warning, no cue, he sent another vibe towards your core, this time hitting right on your clit making you moan out rather loudly. He chuckled, his free hand roaming behind you to cup itself around your rear. He squeezed as he shot another blue orb towards you, much stronger than the last and it made your entire body shake. With one swift movement he lifted you by your hips and set you in his work bench.

Wearing a skirt today was the best idea you'd ever had. It gave Cisco such easy access to the parts of you he wanted most. He reached between your legs and slid the fingers of his free hand into your already soaking entrance. You gasped and let out a slow groan, head leaning against his shoulders as he pleased you. A matching groan escaped him as he felt how much he'd turned you on all around his now glistening fingers. He pumped them faster and you gripped onto his biceps, the feeling of him touching you sending waves of pleasure through your body. Again his fist formed a blue ball of energy, larger than any of the others. This time instead of shooting it at you abruptly, he sent the vibrations toward your clit and kept them flowing. The constant feeling of his powers being used on you caused another high pitched moan to fill the room and he groaned again, curling his fingers inside your tightness. "You enjoying yourself?" He teased and you simply moaned out again in response, to which he turned the speed of the vibrations up a notch.

The feeling of tension in your lower abdomen was building, the familiar pressure bearing down on you with every minute that passed of him pleasuring you. "C-Cis.. Cisco I'm.. I'm g-gonna.." you tried multiple failed attempts to tell him you were about to release but he got the hint, shaking his fist to up the force behind the vibrations. With one last gaudy moan, you came onto his fingers. Leaving your juices to soak your panties he pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean, humming around his fingers. "Oh so delicious.." his powers slowed as you came down from your high, before stopping completely.

Breathing normally was not a concept you could grasp right now, panting and chest heaving as you relished in the realization that Cisco Ramon has quite literally made your dreams come true. His lips met yours and he kissed you, passionately but gently. Your fingers ran through his shoulder length locks and he sighed, pressing himself closely to you. He pulled away slowly and smiled at you. "That was some dream you had, huh?" He teased and you giggled, simply nodding as you brought him back to kiss you for a long while. fin