#what if dib danced to two trucks

[lovelyrockstar]

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[trashmouth-richie]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 : part 2

꧁ eddie x female reader  :: read part 1 here

a multi chapter mini series— based on thoroughfare by ethel cain

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summary: jumping into his truck at seventeen, eddie takes a journey in hopes to find love. years pass with no such luck, along the way he stumbles across you, a timid drifter who reluctantly agrees to join him, heading west. you’ve never trusted men, but something in those kind, deep colored coffee eyes stirs up a feeling you’ve never felt before. strangers to lovers trope, one bed trope. 

5.6k triggers: 18+ only, smut, piv no condom, oral m&f receiving, loneliness, hard times heartache, finding yourself, humor about rocky mountain oysters 🐂 🦪 etc.

Indigo thunderheads belt a rhythm of applause across the Schell Creek Range. Strikes of lightning shred the sky into a kaleidoscope of colors, sharp acidic white and lavender swim in the night sky. The temperature had dropped enough to create the perfect recipe for a late summer storm, and Eddie’s truck was in the center of it. 

  The windows had been fogged up for a while now, the heat from your skin causing the condensation to build across the windshield. Frustration laid sourly beneath your surface, aching for his touch, high on his movements and the way he kept licking his bottom lip.  

  The tension bubbled and boiled so hot you could barely handle the extra heat emitting from your body. 

Eddie had readjusted himself more times than he probably had in any part of junior high. A single glimpse of your legs uncrossing and recrossing would start the process all over again. 

  You tried to busy yourself with counting the yellow dashes on the road, naming the fifty states in alphabetical order, but nothing- nothing, was stopping that steady roar of want.

  Rain had pelted the windshield in steady drops, but the last ten minutes had increased into a torrential downpour, just enough for the windshield wipers to have a hard time keeping up. There was simply no outrunning this storm. 

  “Shit,” Eddie hums, squinting at the disappearing road, “we’re gonna have to pull over, gettin’ hard to see.”  

  The small talk between you and Eddie had been just that today. Miniscule conversations that were cut short with one word answers, and longing glances so thick you had to physically peel your eyes from the way his throat danced when he took a sip from his water. 

  “There’s a town coming up,” you say, heart thumping your delicate finger moving along the lines of the map.

  Eddie looks at you, his throat going bone dry at the way the shadows played on your skin, and he has to swallow more than once to utter a response, “s-sounds good to me.” 

  Another night on the road. Another shady motel that smelled of stale cigarettes and regretted decisions. The weeks behind you were spent exactly like tonight. A day filled with burning rubber on the asphalt and exploring the smallest of towns on the map you had insisted on buying. 

  Sometimes, you’d both tuck in early for the night, checking into the nearest motel with a vacancy and the promise of a hot shower. Other nights you ate a questionable cheeseburger and fries at some shithole of a bar listening to live music, nursing a beer or two. 

  No matter what the day held, Eddie’s gentlemanly ways never faltered. He always let you shower first. Offering you first dibs on the paper wrapped soaps and the mini bottles of shampoo, and you made sure to leave enough conditioner for him.

  He was traditional in that way, any diner you went to he sat facing the entrance, eyes sweeping for exits. In the motels, he slept in the bed closest to the door, there was no use arguing with him over these small little acts of preservation. Your groans of protests were met with the same kind of answer each time. Take note sweetheart, I might just be the last chivalrous guy around. 

  What Eddie didn’t realize is that he probably was. 

  “… should have realized she was up to no good when she kept feeding me drinks all night and eyeing my ring.”

  You nearly choke on a slice of pizza you’d ordered while waiting for Eddie to get out of the shower. The bathroom door swings open and he emerges from the steamed room, wet hair beading against his bare shoulders. 

  The greased stained corners of a pizza box sat on your bed. Feet crossed beneath your legs, hair wrapped in a towel, you held up a finger and spoke with a mouthful, “Wait, wait wait. When was this?” 

  The same sweatpants he always wore to bed were slung low on his hips, showing off the gray elastic of his boxer briefs. He threw a white tank top from a pack of six over his head, and you watched as it clung to his chest still wet from his shower, hiding the silvery peek of a chain necklace. 

  “My first week leaving home,” he sighed, reaching for a slice, leaning his long frame onto his side laying on the edge of the bed, “just a tad bit naive.” 

  A laugh bubbles from your throat and you try to hide it behind your hand, “so, innocent little Eddie got his ring stolen after thinking he hit the jackpot with Tracie?” 

  “No no, this was Tiffany,” he said, chucking a parmesan packet at you playfully, a laugh erupting from him, “c’mon now, listen to the story.” 

  “Okay, okay!” you surrender, “what happened next?” 

  He sits up animatedly, smile stretched like taffy across his face, “well, we went back to the motel and when I woke up…truck was still there, cash never even touched. The only thing she took was the ring and the boots right off of my feet.” 

  “Nah uh… you’re lying.” 

  Eddie’s smirk grows wide, and he takes another bite of his pizza, “looked pretty dumb walking into that boot store with just socks on.” 

  You both laugh until the tears slide down your cheeks. Like old friends who had known each other for years, giggling at jokes only the two of you found funny. Eddie made you feel comfortable the second you sat in his truck, with him it wasn’t complicated. Something foreign to you, but you found it easy to adjust to his easy going ways. 

  “Alright,” he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “you heard all of my on the road woes, time you tell me something I don’t know.” 

  You slink further down the bed, head resting on the pillows, ankles crossed by Eddie's outstretched legs. 

  “I don’t like olives, or mushrooms.” 

  Eddie raises his eyebrows, “whoa, pump the brakes… you’re gettin’ a little too deep here.” 

  You hold up a suggestive finger in front of your smirk and he laughs, “c’mon honey, tell me why you were walkin’ on that road the day we met.” 

  Flashbacks of slamming doors and yelling voices ring loud in your ears, and you sigh, “it’s a long story.” 

  “Good thing we don’t have anywhere to be, huh?” 

  Picking at your nails you think back to the childhood— or lack thereof, that you were raised in. The anger, the hurt, the emotional pain still heavy on your chest. From the sound of his life and the way he talks about the love his parents had for one another, you doubt he wouldn’t be terrified of the demons you’d faced. 

  A slow shake from your head and you look up to his eyes in the warm auburn light. Brimmed with care and full of trust, you shudder from the intensity. 

  “No judgment here,” he says softly, laying a hand on his chest, “I promise.”

  Taking a deep breath you stare at the chipped polish on your toes, working your hands into a rub as you begin the wretched story of your life. 

  The small town you’d seen on the map shouldn’t have been given a name at all. A one horse town would have been too much to describe the absolute barren grounds of what laid ahead of you. 

  A green sign proudly stated the name of it and the population count “8 , no services.” A building that should have been scheduled for demolition had a single light above the sign that said “vacant” flickering like morse code. Looking around, this was it, the entire motel looked to be the size of a small home. 

  Eddie eased the pickup in front of what seemed to be the front office after noticing a television glaring through a filthy window. The rain fell harder now, beating down against the truck so loud you could barely hear him as he told you to stay put.

  A large sigh heaves from your lips the second his door clicked shut. You needed to get a grip on yourself. But you can’t, finding yourself smoothing down your shirt, rummaging through your bag to rub deodorant beneath your arms. 

  Pulling down the visor, you can see the heated flush on the apples of your cheeks in the tiny cracked mirror. You’re a mess as your mind slips to the way his jeans squeezed on his ass and seem to tighten against the zipper, the flutter of his lashes when you caught him looking— your thighs shut together to find relief.

  The driver's door opens the same time you snap the visor back into place and there he stands, drenched from head to toe. A look of bewilderment on his face. The eyes that sparkled were suddenly set into a gloom as he slid behind the steering wheel and sat, staring ahead. 

  “Everything, okay?” 

  “Oh yeah, no worries, just uh.. little snag, but I have an idea,” his smile warms you from the inside out and your thighs press together tighter, air breached from your lungs as your stomach plummets. 

Your voice grows small as you finish the lengthy tale of your life, and you wipe your runny nose against the end of the towel. 

  The radio plays Elton John’s Your Song gently in the background and you tuck your feet under your legs. Picking at the pilling fabric of the comforter, letting out a gentle morose sigh. 

  “Sorry to be a Debbie Downer.”

  Seriousness clouds his eyes, and he looks almost sad as he leans forward and hooks a finger under your chin until your eyes meet his, “dance with me?” 

  Warmth radiates from him, the feeling of home lies in the depths of his eyes. Reaching out. 

  “Here? Now?”

  He climbs from the bed leaning a hand down to yours, “yeah,” he shrugs, “I like this song.” 

  Don’t have much money but..boy, if I did

I’d buy a big house where, we both could live.

If I was a sculptor but then again no

  He stands tall above you, looking down the slope of his nose, a smile on his lips at the timid way you approach him, hands held out in an offering of you weren’t even sure of what. 

  “Just letting you know now, that I haven’t danced since the Prom, and even then it was—”

  Eddie grabs your hands and pulls you gently into him, stepping back to leave space. Your hands slither up against his biceps and land on his shoulders, thumbs flicking gently over the firm muscle there. 

  “I’ll lead,” he says, keeping his hands above your hips, touching the bottom of your ribs with his large fingers, “this okay?”

  Screaming internally, you simply nod with your eyes closed. Going solely on his touch as Eddie begins to sway you both from side to side. 

  Where you are clumsy, Eddie is surprisingly limber on his feet. His hands move you this way and that, and he chokes on his laugh when you move your feet forward when they should have gone back and your toes crush into his. 

  But the suns been quite kind while I wrote this song

it’s for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do

  Your skin is ablaze where his palms hold you tight, heart thumping in your chest in a rhythmic staccato of its own accord. His eyes look dreamy in the low light, long lashes sweeping the highs of his cheeks when he blinks. 

  You're so caught up in his beauty that you don’t hear the low murmur of his voice the first time he speaks. 

  “Sorry?”

  Eddie chuckles and you can feel it bubble from his chest, “I said, it’s nice right?” 

  “The dance?” 

  “Well,” he says with a small smirk, “that too, but I was talking about the song.” 

  Heat rises in your cheeks and you bite your lip, but he doesn’t notice because he’s soon leaning forward, his nose brushing the shell of your ear. 

  His voice is like liquid smoke, curling around you and wrapping you into the warmest embrace, one that you’d gladly die in. 

  “You’re not half bad at this,” he says with a grin that you can hear with the squeak from his cheeks.

  Leaning back you look him in the eyes, seeing nothing but sincerity in the desert browns, “maybe i’ll take up line dancing.” 

  “That,” he says with a laugh, twirling you away from him in the most un-graceful way your body could move. Ankles knocking into one another, toes burning against the short carpet. “I would pay to see.” 

  You spend the rest of the song dancing and giggling at his stupid jokes and the way he whips his long hair around.

  More than just friendship brews between you. His arms held you against him, not letting you go. Eddie’s voice curls into a whisper against your ear, his barely dry hair tickling your shoulder,  “I’m happy you’re here with me, and I’m sorry you were treated that way.” 

  Your head angles into his chest, and you lay your cheek against him, feeling the steady beat of his heart. “I’m happy to be here too.”

  The cheese had gone stone cold on the forgotten pizza, song after song you swayed back and forth until Casey Kasem started taking requests on the radio.

  The rain seeps through your thin shirt as you stand at the door with your bag slung over your shoulder, patiently waiting for the key to work. 

  Eddie must have jiggled it into the sweet spot after a few minutes of working the handle, swinging the door open and ushering you inside just as a loud clap of thunder booms across the sky. 

  You jump on instinct and Eddie snuffs out a snort as you run your hand along the wall to find the light switch. 

  The lights sputtered and hummed to life, showcasing cobwebbed corners and illuminating the orb of dead flies. The wallpaper was peeling away from itself in long tawny strips, curled to a crisp on the edges. A sign written in cursive was crudely taped to the tv saying “out off of order”. 

  But out of all of the eyesores in the room, there was still something off. 

  One bed. 

A week and hundreds of miles stretched on from the night you and Eddie had danced together. He noticed you smiling more, the barriers you had up were lowered,  and no matter how much he tried— he couldn’t stop thinking about you. 

  The bar you had stopped at to get supper was packed. Peanut shells coated the floor and there was a fight breaking out in the back corner. Eddie’s hand warmed your lower back as he pointed you towards a small table. 

  A waitress dumped handwritten menus with faded ink at your table. He watched your eyebrows raise in question as you read the appetizers. 

  “Fresh Rocky Mountain Oysters fried in a cornmeal blend?” you questioned, “what even is that?”

  Eddie’s lips pressed tight to hide a laugh, “well they’re not real oysters… and the Rocky Mountain part is more or less a nod to where they came from.” 

  Your eyebrows tick up in confusion and then disgust as he explains just exactly how and what those “oysters” are made from. 

  “Yeah… think I’ll just stick with the cheese balls.” 

  He laughs as your mouth turns to a frown. “Good choice. The sign outside claimed they had the best bison burgers in the state, that’s what I’m gonna get.” 

  “Does that come with or without testicles?” 

  He doesn’t miss a beat, “hopefully without those suckers are expensive.” 

  Your laugh sounded loud in his soul, your smile sung to him anytime he saw it, and fuck, he wondered if you knew just how gorgeous you really were. 

  A singular mattress. For you and for Eddie. 

  Before you can say anything Eddie’s already apologizing, “I swear, this is all they had…” he says, letting out a large sigh, wiping the rain from his face with the sleeve of his soaked shirt. 

  He shuts the door and clicks the locks into place before he moves his things to the other side of the room, “you take the bed, I’ll make do with the floor.” 

  Your brows crease and you pout in disbelief, “don’t be ridiculous Eddie, I’m not gonna let you sleep on the fl—” 

  “I’ll be fine, sweetheart,” he smiles, a tired look on his face as he hauls his duffle bag into the bathroom, wet fringe sticking to his forehead, “don’t worry bout me…gonna change quick.” 

  Rifling through your bag you dress into your pajamas quickly. Your stomach turned. It wasn’t right, you would not let him sleep on the floor of this dirty room. This entire trip he had been paying for the motel stays, and you’d be damned if he was going to have a sore back because of… this. 

  A single curse is muffled through the thin walls followed by a chuckle, “hey, you can add another thing to the list of shit going wrong tonight.” 

  The carpet was damp beneath your feet as you moved to the bathroom, “what happened?” 

  Eddie throws open the door, sporting a black pair of boxer briefs sprinkled with rain drops, and nothing else besides a splatter of pink blush on his cheeks. You almost choke at the sight of him. 

  Despite the circumstances, a smile remains on his pink lips, “all of my clothes are soaked.” 

  With the burning tension and your body screaming all day in the cab of the pickup, your mind was preoccupied. Not even registering that his bag had been in the bed of the truck, soaking up every drop of rain it could into its blue canvas shell. 

  You’ve seen him bare chested before, but the way the rain clung to his skin, he looked ethereal, and your stomach lurched when he stepped around you, his arm sliding against yours with a potent electricity. 

  “We um…” your tongue felt like velcro stuck to the roof of your mouth, peeling the first layer off of it for sure as you spoke. Grabbing a pair of his jeans from his bag to hang up over the back of a dusty chair, you suggest, “we can hang your stuff up to dry, hopefully by tomorrow they’ll be alright.”

  You work quickly, pulling pants and shirts from the bag and hanging them in various places, hoping that the heat from your cheeks would subside if you didn’t look at him. 

  He holds the last pair of pants in his large hands. Holding them out he suddenly withdraws, holding the bundle of wet fabric high above his head, laughing as you reach on your tiptoes to grab them. 

  The pout on your lips makes his quirked smile spread across his cheeks as you stretch further to reach his arm. Laughter erupts from him. 

  Your thin cotton shirt is smushed into his wet chest, your breath catches in your throat when your nipples harden from the cold touch of his skin skimming over yours. He stops entirely, bringing the pants down and tossing them on the nearest chair, those deep eyes never leaving yours. 

  His hand runs the length of your arm, starting at the knob of your shoulder, trickling with feather light touches down to your fingertips, entwining them with his. Pulling you gently closer into him.

  A sigh fell from his lips so beautiful it could make Medusa blush, and you nearly passed out from holding in your own breath. 

  His other hand rubs against your cheek, calloused and strong, and your insides melt to jelly at his touch. He  presses his forehead to yours, and you move your hands around his waist, pressing your fingertips into the meat of his lower back. 

  For years you have been afraid, never trusting anyone, especially men. But with him it was different, he was gentle, kind, and caring. It was as easy as breathing, and came on as quickly as falling asleep. Here in his arms you felt content for the first time in a long while. 

  Eddie’s heart beat is thumping loud but sure. “You’re beautiful… do you know that?” 

  The heat ignites in your core as his words seep into your skin. Shaking, you clear your throat to steady yourself, “you really think so?” 

  He nods his head, “It’s been a long damn time since I left home,” he nearly whispers, “nothing left… but now that I met you, I finally know just where I’m headin’.” 

  A tear leaks from your eyes and he kisses it away. His lips felt like satin on your skin, and you sucked in a breath at the feel of them. His eyes looked into yours and he whispers, “don’t cry, sweetheart.”

  You needed him, craved to have all of bim. And you surprised yourself as you raised on your toes, pulling him towards you. His lips pressed lightly into yours and you swore your breath was taken away even though you were expecting it. You open your mouth and welcome his tongue, eyes rolling in your head as he massages it with yours. 

  Eddie’s hands wrap against your shirt, feeling your bare skin pressing you further into him as you whimper into him. 

  The carpet squashed beneath your feet as you walk backwards towards the bed, a frenzy of locked lips and wandering hands. Fingers tugging into his curls, Eddie moans against your mouth, his hands squeezing at your hips. He breaks from your lips, his wet and spit licked. 

  The brown eyes you’ve been accustomed to staring in never leave yours as he sits on the bed, leaning back on his elbows. The shine of his chain gleaming in the dull light. 

  Thunder raps loud outside, wind thrashing and howling against the window. Your fingers roll against the hem of your shirt and you don’t think twice before hauling it over your head, moving towards Eddie and the impressive length bulging from his boxer briefs. Your knees touch lightly.

  His lips suck between his teeth as he drinks you in. Lazily eyeing over every curve, every imperfection, the tight peaks of your nipples. 

  You climb over, your knees sinking into the bed on either side of his narrow hips, resting on his lap. With one hand cupping his cheek, you lower your lips to his skin. 

  He groans when you kiss the hollow of his throat, kissing up his neck until you nip at his ear lobe, sucking that small silver hoop into your mouth.

  “So pretty like this,” he murmurs into your ear, “like an angel.” His hands roam over your skin with blunt nails. Up and down your back his touch electrifies you. Your own noises unravel as he grows beneath you. 

  Murmuring his name, you arch into his touch, elongating your neck until his ravenous hands skim the delicate skin of your breasts, thumbs rolling against your nipples. His mouth attaches to your skin and you whimper when he rolls you over and lays you down on the dusty comforter. 

  Your ankles cross behind his back as he grinds into you, kissing you so deeply you couldn’t get enough. He was gentle with you, waiting for your nods of approval as he slipped your panties off. He trailed kisses down your cheek to your neck as his fingers swirled up and up your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their trek. 

  Thunder and lightning competed for attention outside but you were lost in Eddie. Wrapping your fingers in his hair when he circled your clit, whimpering when he slipped his finger into your wet sex. 

  You weren’t sure where your moans ended and his began, but when he added a second finger you swore lightning broke through the window and struck against your eyes. 

  He was deliberate yet slow as he coaxed you along, kissing and licking at your neck, his hair sticking to his sweaty skin and yours. The wind picked up more and rattled the door as your legs shook beneath him, coming undone by his hand. 

  You laid in a dreamy haze and when you opened your eyes you realized the lights had gone out from the storm, but a flash of lightning lit Eddie’s skin in sheets of white light as he pushed himself up, taking one last kiss from your lips. 

  He didn’t hurry you along as you reached for the waistband of his underwear, only groaned when he popped up heavy against his stomach, a beaded pearl already formed on his tip. His impressive length seemed to grow before your eyes as you placed a hand on him, and he hissed as you tugged him. 

  He was stunning, kneeling before you, shining with sweat, his lips bit between his teeth from your hands stroking him. You laid down again, opening wide with a smirk twisted on your mouth. 

  Lining himself up with your entrance, your hands skimmed down the muscles of his back, feeling the way they rippled when he pushed himself in, your combined whimpers deaf against the thunder cracking. He was large, an ache you wanted between your legs again and again if he wanted. 

  Eddie’s eyes meet yours as he collects your lips with his, and you nod for him to go deeper. He stretched you until your breath quickened, making sure you were okay, kissing your cheeks, your eyelids, the spot behind your ear. It was soothing the way he took care of you, and when you told him he could move, he drug out of you slow, your walls constricting around him. 

  Cursing he squeezed his eyes shut as you clamped around him, and when he drove back into you, again and again, you swore you found Heaven. 

  You were both hard-pressed for air and sweating, your name falling from his lips in broken syllables as you both unraveled. Heaven was in his arms, in his smile, in the way his fingers laced with yours and pressed down into the mattress as his kisses deepened. 

  The storm raged war against itself outside but neither of you noticed. Tangled in eachother’s arms and once again joining together under the sheets, this time his lips pressed to your ear as he held you tight to him and took you from behind as you both laid on your sides. 

  Hours passed taking the clouds and thunder away. The only thing remaining on the mattress was a bottom sheet, one end still tucked and clinging for dear life. You didn’t know when you both ended up on the floor, and you didn’t mind the bite of the carpet on your knees as you wrapped your mouth around him. His moans spread across the room, no thunder to mask it. 

  When sunlight streamed through holes in the moth bitten curtain, his head laid on your bare chest, your hand in his curls. Dust danced in the warm rays across the room, laying heavy with the rest of the unkept space. 

  The buttery rays spread across your naked bodies, displaying the wine splotched skin marks on your chest. Your thighs had similar stains, ones that were licked better by the one who gave them. He had traces from last night on his neck and hips too, uneven stamps of purple and red painted from your mouth as you claimed him. 

  The two of you slept until the sun wavered to the west. . You had curled into him like a caterpillar in a cocoon, his breathing fanning your face as he gently snored, curls messy and frizzy. 

  Eddie’s clothes finally dried in the musty motel room, and you packed up and left when the sun was starting its radiant descent behind the mountains. 

  The small town was covered in wreckage from the storm, White Fir needles sprinkled the roads like confetti, branches laid across sections of the road that Eddie had to maneuver the truck around. But you finally made it back to the highway. 

  Back on the road. 

Weeks passed and things went back to the way they had before. You didn’t share a bed again, and you didn’t bother to ask why. Looks still lingered, but neither of you crossed that line again. 

  You knew Eddie was looking for something that was more than what you could offer, and maybe he was caught up in the heat of the moment, maybe the storm swayed his opinion on you just for that night. 

  It killed you to not feel his touch, not feel the warmth from his body heat as he slept, not feel those lips on your neck your thighs your chest. The ache between your legs lasted days, but it was nothing compared to the hurt in your chest. 

  He didn’t know you wiped tears away every night when the lights went off or during your shower. What you had together that night was something special, and you’d cherish it for the rest of your life. 

  It wasn’t until you were on the border of the western state that you noticed him starting to act differently. His stares became longer. He stayed up talking with you until the witching hour. Maybe he would miss your friendship when he got to where he was going, you’d miss him. But you knew your time together was coming to an end.

  Still, you braved a smile on your face for him. No strings attached, the only thing left between you was the shared bench of his truck and that stormy night where you both spent the storm in each other's arms until dawn. 

  He was still Eddie, still made you laugh and was the gentleman he always had been. But whatever started in that motel room lived and died there. 

  Those feelings you had for him were smoldering and you had to remind yourself that once you hit California it would be the end of your journey with Eddie. The man who saved your life in more ways than you could imagine, showing you kindness and compassion. 

  That was why he was on the road the same day you were. Fate brought him to you as a gift, an offering to soothe your soul from the wickedness you’d encountered, and for that, and Eddie, you’d be forever grateful. 

  California was on the horizon, and you had stopped at a small restaurant on the Nevada border before crossing into the final stretch of your journey. The food was good but the conversation was light, as if you both knew the end was nearing. 

  He had to look away from you more than once, shaking his head in the middle of a conversation as if to preserve himself from being hurt. 

  On the way back to the truck you felt the book start to close between your stories, and you nearly wept at the thought of never seeing him again. 

  “So,” Eddie asked, kicked a rock back to the truck after finishing up supper. “Where to now?”

  You slurped the rest of a Cherry Coke and made a confused face, “what do you mean? I thought you were going to California, lookin’ for love?” 

  He paused when you reached your door, eyes peering into the distance. “I made it this far without it.” He turns to you, looking so deep into your eyes your soul waved back at him. A smile creeps on his face, “well maybe not, cause look at what I’ve got.” 

  Your breath hitched in your chest and he closed the space between you, his hand on your cheek, the other on the door, “you might not be my love, but baby… I doubt it.” 

  Your eyes brim with tears as he presses his lips to yours. Lacing your fingers around his neck, he lifts you up into a hug, spinning you around in the desert sand. 

  He sets you down, placing his hands on your lower back, moving you gently in the same dance you had done months before. “I never told you,” he began, murmuring into your ear, “that day we met, not a single radio station would come in, I drove a hundred miles that day and nothing. But when I popped over that hill, and saw you walking with nothing but turmoil and angst on your shoulders, a song finally played, something I hadn’t heard in years.” 

  You move your head from his chest and smile looking up to him, “what song?”

  “The same one that played the last time we did this.” he said with a smile, “I knew when it played again that you were meant for me baby, that I’d found what I’d been looking for.” 

  And for the first time since you were a child, you knew that not all men were angry and hateful. Some of them were good, and handsome, and made you smile so much your cheeks ached. You felt your heart finally heal. Eddie sewing it shut, and the smile on your face mirrored his own. 

  “Told you I was lucky…now tell me love,” he said, kissing your lips and holding your face in his hands, “where are we going next?”

  You squeezed him against you and looked up at him, at the love you had also found that you weren’t expecting, “anywhere with you and all of your dumb luck is the only place I think I’d ever wanna be.” 

  …and you said “hey, do you wanna see the West with me? Cause loves out there and I can’t leave it be.”

  And I said “honey, loves never meant much to me, oh, But i’ll come with you if you’re sure that’s what you need.” 

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all is fair

pairing: pope heyward x fem!reader, unrequited!jj maybank x fem!reader, slightly homoerotic bff!sarah cameron x reader LOLLLL

description: jj is not jealous of pope. definitely not. okay, maybe just a little.

warnings: swearing, underage drinking/drug usage, jealousy, slight angst, jj being a little butthurt, pope and jj are beefing, weird au where the plot of the show never happens lol but sarah and jb are still dating, reader has a shitty past and a bit of lore but we’ll get into it but don’t worry it doesnt rlly affect what the reader looks like or ethnic/cultural background (but i wrote it with arabic-canadian!reader in mind but thats just self indulgent lol), once again was high when starting this and writing this rn so sorry if it makes like no sense whatsoever but i think the story will be good), the grandparents are the sweetest human beings ever sorry

words: 2.7K

date posted: 08/11/25

JJ swore he wasn’t jealous. No way.

JJ, despite his unfortunate past, he had grown to be pretty damn confident in himself over the years; He was one of the best surfers in Kildare, he had a great group of friends, and he was fairly popular among the ladies in the Outer Banks. Sure, there were parts of him that he wasn’t so proud of or tried to keep hidden as much as possible, but at a time like this, he shouldn’t be feeling anything but on top of the world, but he couldn’t quite fight off the gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach as his eyes followed the movements of the two girls on the opposite side of the bonfire.

Sarah threw her head back, laughing joyfully as she and Y/n took turns twirling each other around to some song that was far too fast for their dancing, but neither seemed to care. They’d been at it for a few songs now, Sarah always waiting in the wings to snatch the newest member of the Pogues away to have all to herself, knowing fully well that there were at least two other members of the group who were eager to do the same. John B didn’t seem alarmed at his girlfriend’s obsession with their new friend, though it was probably too demanding to ask a teenage boy to be upset about his girlfriend rubbing up on another girl. 

To be totally fair, Sarah did technically have first dibs, having been the first to meet the girl after she’d moved in with her grandparents in Figure Eight while volunteering at the local animal shelter. Her grandparents were pretty well known in Kildare, two former snowbirds who finally decided to settle in North Carolina, both having recently retired, though her grandfather did own and partially run the shelter. They were a sweet old couple, the type that you might see on a Christmas card or a cookie box, and lived quite modestly despite the fact that they were living amongst the wealthier community on the island. With their granddaughter in town and staying with them indefinitely, they were eager to introduce her to Sarah in hopes of easily transitioning her into the social scene. It was Sarah who had invited her to the kegger the following weekend, so it made sense that they had quickly become two peas in a pod, so long as JJ was next in the pecking order.

Except, he couldn’t technically claim that spot on his own. He had actually met Y/n prior to the bonfire while delivering groceries with Pope, both of them spotting her at the exact same time as she answered the door, charming each of them with a sweet smile and a generous tip, completely unaware of the lingering gaze of each boy as she bid them each a polite goodbye before closing the door. Neither of them said anything the entire walk back to the truck, both sitting quietly in the front seat for a moment before JJ finally let his thoughts take over.

“She was like, crazy hot, right?”

Pope was silent for another beat before he sighed out his response, “Yeah she was.”

Neither of them brought her up again, figuring it wasn’t really worth their time to pursue anything with a girl who would only be there for a week. However, when she showed up with Sarah to the kegger that Friday, all bets were off.

JJ was the first to actually get to talk to her, stepping in with a greeting while Sarah became occupied with her boyfriend, nearly wasting away after being apart for two hours. He offered her a drink, chuckling to himself at the cringing expression on her face at the taste of the warm beer. She shook her head, handing the red cup back to him with a slightly embarrassed look on her face. This caught Sarah’s attention, winking at JJ as she encouraged him to show Y/n the cooler of quote-on-quote “girly drinks” in the back of the twinkie. 

He could read that she was nervous, especially now that she was alone with him. Normally, he would do his best to calm her nerves just enough that he could persuade her to climb into the back of the van with him, but something about this girl made him feel different, almost obliged to treat her with more respect than he did most girls. She wasn’t just another girl, he could tell simply by the way she carried herself, almost like she understood him on a deeper level before she even knew anything about him. He was drawn to her, and an unfamiliar feeling of nerves ate away at his tummy as he showed her the selection of Sarah’s cans and gave her a lopsided grin as she took the can from him. 

He lost sight of her for a while, returning to manning the keg while John B and Sarah rushed down the beach hand in hand, but his eyes were in a constant motion of scanning the crowd, eagerly searching for even a glimpse of the girl who’d had his head spinning for the last hour. 

Unbeknownst to him, she had found herself sitting next to Kie at the bonfire, falling easily into the conversation with her and the few others. She took note of the boy sitting across from her, making an effort to ask him questions or include him in the conversations. He seemed to be a bit socially awkward, but there was something about him that had caught her eye straight away, even from the first moment they locked eyes while he was delivering her grandparents’ groceries.  

He was dorky and awkward in the most endearing way possible, unlike guys she had historically been attracted to, but she was certain that that was exactly why she liked him so much; she was in the market for a fresh start, and that couldn’t happen if she put herself in the position to treated like shit all over again. 

Six weeks later and Y/n found herself becoming a regular at the Chateau, constantly being dragged there on her days off from the shelter by Sarah or being picked up by one of the others on their way home from whatever odd job they’d picked up on Figure Eight for the day. Every day out on the boat, every kegger, every bonfire on the beach, she was there. 

They had all even begun hanging out at her place, all quickly becoming acquainted with her grandparents, both of whom were more than happy to host the teens, keeping them comfortable and fed all day as they used their in-ground pool or lounged in the A/C. Her grandmother thought they were all the sweetest kids who’d ever lived, having a special place in her heart for the boys, while her grandfather was just glad to have a group to cook for, gladly donning his fancy apron and manning his grill for them all and enjoyed having extra help around the house. Her grandma especially loves when Sarah comes for sleepovers because she loves joining in on your gossip sessions and joining you both to go get mani-pedis in the morning. 

Their closeness to her family also meant that they were quickly discovering very personal things about Y/n’s life prior to moving to the Outer Banks. Y/n was very hyper aware of this for the first few weeks, almost vulnerable now that her past was now out in the open, but she quickly came to realise that her secrets were safe with the pogues, and that they only made them love her even more.

Initially, it hadn’t been the intent of either Y/n or Pope to begin hanging out on their own in secret. Well, they had both wanted to hang out on their own, but the secrecy stemmed from the fact that JJ had made his intentions and feelings for Y/n very clear, and that he was very hard-pressed about the “no pogue-on-pogue macking,” rule for everyone except for himself for some reason. They also liked the quietness of secrecy, neither of them worried about their friends trying to butt in on their movie nights or walks on the beach, even though they were most definitely not trying to get each other alone on purpose… Until after she kissed him for the first time, that is.

Pope had been shocked when it happened, his brain barely even registering the second-long peck after he’d walked her home from the Chateau one evening, but he was sure to put his all into the second and third ones that quickly followed. He had expected some time to figure things out before anything was made official, but he of course had chosen a girl who was prepared to take what she wanted without fear of repercussions, and so, shortly after she had been picked up at the end of her grandparent’s dock, she curled into his side and announced that they were now together. Pope was taken aback, but was somewhat relieved that he no longer had to go through with his long-winded but very sweet gesture that he had planned in order to make things official. That relief, however, disappeared very quickly as he met JJ’s heated gaze.

“What ever happened to bro code?” He’d whined once they had gotten back to the chateau after dropping her back off that evening. “I mean, seriously man, I called dibs and you just swoop in before I even get to make a move.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Kie raised a hand to cut him off before he could spout any more nonsense, “You called dibs? Are you aware that we are talking about a real human girl here?”

“Not the point,” JJ ignored her, “You knew I liked her!”

“And you knew I did too!” Pope countered, “Look, I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you about this beforehand but I never expected her to drop that on you guys like that.”

JJ shook his head, finishing the last of his beer and tossing the can to the side as he stormed towards the front door of the Chateau, “You just couldn’t let me have one thing now, could you Pope?”

Pope jumped to his own feet, brows furrowing as a look of disbelief crossed his face, “One thing? Do you even hear yourself? JJ, you can and have screwed around with every girl on this island; you always get first pick, and even the ones you leave for me are usually waiting for their chance to talk to you! God forbid the one girl I really like actually likes me back and isn’t just using me to get to you, but I guess that would be too hard for you to believe, huh?”

JJ frowned, opening his mouth to counter that argument when Sarah finally stepped in.

“Why are you even fighting over this?” She scoffed, “JJ, you have been here the entire time. If you were going to make a move you could have, but I really don’t think it would have made much of a difference. Like I said, you were here, you were an option, and she still chose Pope. Don’t throw your friendship with both of them away over her feelings, which none of you could have controlled even if you tried.”

JJ felt his breathing grow heavier, his emotions mixing with Sarah’s words of reason and sending him into a frenzy. He needed to be alone before he had the chance to blow up again, he needed time to think, so he stormed out of the Chateau without another word.

Two more weeks had passed, and all of them had gone back to normal. JJ was still a bit butthurt over it all, but made an effort to be his usual self. There was still a bit of tension between him and Pope, and the Heyward boy had even made an effort to plan more time away from the group with his new girlfriend, both out of respect for JJ’s feelings and out of a slight tinge of greed knowing that other eyes were looking at her in the same way he did. He had made an effort to not divulge any of what had happened to her, but he was sure that Sarah would have let at least some of it slip at some point.

The bonfire had been planned in honour of Kie’s birthday, though she had fled the party rather early, hand-in-hand with some dark-haired touron while her friends whooped and cheered. Most of the others had left by that point, leaving JJ, John B, Sarah, Pope, and Y/n alone to enjoy the slowly dying fire, the quickly dwindling alcohol supply, and the free-flowing music that played through John B’s beat up bluetooth speaker.

JJ sat on his folding chair, nursing his fourth beer of the night as he watched the girl twirl around and around with Sarah until they both stopped, alcohol-inspired giggles leaving their lips as they leaned against each other to regain their balance. They grinned at each other for a moment before Sarah leaned forward, pressing a gleeful kiss to her friend’s lips before pulling herself away.

“Heyward,” She called in a demanding voice, catching the attention of Pope, who’d already been watching his girlfriend with a lovesick stare, “Come get your lady, I need a break.”

Y/n grinned at him, eyes filling with love hearts at the sight of her boyfriend as she held out her grabby hands to him, beckoning him to join her, “Dance with me, Popey.”

Pope visibly cringed at the nickname, something she had never even once called him while sober, but still pushed himself off of his log and moved to meet her on the other side of the fire. 

JJ reached a hand out, stopping him from moving any further as Pope stared down at him with a challenging look. They stared for a quick beat before JJ moved his hand up into an all-too-familiar position. A small smile appeared on Pope’s lips as he clapped his own hand into his best friend’s, dapping him up for the first time in weeks.

“I love you, man,” JJ slurred.

“Love you too, JJ.”

“Pope!” Y/n placed her hands on her hips, impatiently waiting for him as Sarah collapsed into John B’s lap.

“Go get her, tiger,” JJ let go of his hand, making sure to pat his ass sharply as he walked past with a laugh, watching as he took the girl into his arms and began to slowly sway her back and forth to the beat of the song. 

Y/n leaned her head against his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck as the drinks she’d had began to transcend from energetic to sleepy in just moments. JJ watched on, a small frown appearing on his lips before it quickly switched to a soft smile.

Alright, maybe he was jealous, but he’d never seen Pope look so happy, so maybe it was all worth it. 

okay why did i actually eat this up

fr tho i love this pairing and little plot i have going so im def down to make this a mini series or do like hcs for this if ppl are interested if not just go ahead and tell me to stfu already

[ibettertakethisoffshelby]

Going to a music festival with Mikasa, Annie, Sasha and Hange

Last updated Jan 27, 2023

GN reader x Mikasa Ackerman, Annie Leonhart, Sasha Braus and Hange Zoë

All characters are in their mid-to-late 20s; Hange is aged down, all others are aged up

Modern AU

CW drug use and dealing, mention of fentanyl

18+, minors DNI. Apart from the drug stuff it's all SFW fluff. Kinda polycule vibes, although most of the intimate stuff happens with Annie and Hange.

Annie's had a rough go of things lately, so you decide an explicit goal of yours for this festival is to make sure Annie needs to do as little as possible.

You behave like normal adults when you're checking in and setting up your tent, but as soon as that's over with Annie is now officially your collective baby.

There are some exposed flat rocks in the mainstage area. You arrive early and claim one of them as your own. This is where you install a blanket and a sleeping bag, so Annie can lie down and just listen to the music all weekend.

You make it an explicit rule that at least one of you needs to be doting on her at any given moment. Usually either you or Mikasa.

And it actually works; she stays there nearly the entire time during the shows, except for bathroom breaks and the one time she needed to take a walk alone by the lake to clear her head. When she is gone, other people in the group take turns sitting on the rock so nobody else even dares ask for it. She successfully dozes off a few times too.

If there's a show on another stage she wants to catch, one or two of you carry her there and back. You carry her to and from your tent as well when it's time to retire or wake up. She nuzzles into the neck of whoever is carrying her it's so adorable you almost die

You bring her water in a Camelbak or Contigo bottle as well as finger food, so she doesn't need to sit up straight to eat or drink.

You also make sure she always has her earmuffs handy (she prefers them over ear plugs) in case the music gets too loud.

At one point you hand-feed her a bite and her cheeks turn bright red. You kiss her cheek and then stand back up, letting her deal with the feelings on her own as she pleases.

so anyway, besides Annie...

Hange and Sasha are almost like twins the whole time, dancing very whitely to the music and getting progressively more hazed on drugs as the day goes on.

Mikasa made them do their research and get drugs from a reputable dealer to avoid any fentanyl-related mishaps.

She also has to remind them when to stop and let stuff pass through their systems, so they don't get sick or pass out.

Because they know their dealer is safe, Hange gets the bright idea to buy a large quantity from them before the festival, set aside some for the group, and scalp the rest to other festival-goers.

And it actually works; just the fact that it's safe sets them apart from the other dealers there, and they end up turning a profit.

But Sasha ends up spending a bunch of it on the overpriced truck food there.

At least she shared everything, so nobody went hungry all weekend.

After the mainstage shows are done, you leave some stuff on the rock to reserve it and then go into the giant tent you set up.

You all agree air mattresses suck, so you got a few foam mattresses and lined them up along the tent floor. You brought plenty of sheets and blankets and lay them out willy-nilly.

But you do need to work out where everybody is going, and obviously Annie gets first dibs.

Initially she says she just wants to be near Mikasa, so Annie goes to the edge and Mikasa goes next to her. Sasha immediately claims the other side of Mikasa.

Hange is too buzzed to really understand what's going on, and you're not sure where to go.

Then Annie says "Actually... y/n you can come here with me."

The three of them clumsily roll over to make room for you, and you tuck in next to Annie. You look up to see Hange still dazed, still having no idea what's happening, and it looks like they're about to pass out.

You pat the empty spot on the other side of you, beckoning them to come lie down with you.

They fall to their knees and just stare.

"Um... I-'eed... muh, buh... glass... glass..."

"Just take them off and come here, babe."

They slowly take their glasses off, and then awkwardly hold them in the air.

"Just put them down there."

Hange very carefully and methodically puts their glasses down on Mikasa's butt.

You and Sasha burst out laughing as Mikasa lets out an exasperated sigh, and Annie grunts as Hange plops down on top of the two of you.

With your free arm, you guide Hange down to your free side, as Mikasa begrudgingly gets up and puts their glasses in a safe place.

You'd be in your happy place sandwiched between any two of these fine folks, so you're eager to get to sleep.

Except that no matter how hard Sasha tries, she can't stop giggling.

Mikasa: "Sasha... please..."

Annie: "Go the fuck to sleep, Sasha."

This only makes her laugh harder.

Eventually though she tires herself out and you all go to sleep.

The next morning, Mikasa wakes up early and does a breakfast run for everyone - though it might be you who does it if you wake up before or close to when she does.

When the food gets to the tent, the smell wakes up Sasha and Annie but not Hange. They still need to sleep off the bulk of the drugs.

You all eat and save a plate for Hange, as you get out for the next day's activities and leave them to wake up when they're ready.

Basically the same scene as yesterday, except without Hange there.

As the afternoon of shows begins, they emerge from their tent and come to see you.

You hug them good morning, and they take the opportunity to start slow-dancing with you.

It's a pretty fast tune that's playing but nonetheless it kinda works.

You chuckle. "Still a bit high there, love?"

They answer by kissing your cheek.

It's pretty much the same story for the rest of the festival, though Hange takes it a bit easier after that night. Annie letting herself be babied, Mikasa going into overdrive babysitting everyone, Hange continuing their work as a drug middleman, and Sasha taking little doses here and there while eating everything in sight.

The only other thing of note is that you meet an old man who claims he's talked to aliens. His story changes every time he tells it, and Hange ends up being one of the only people at the festival who aren't smart enough not to get sucked into his conversations.

Overall, the weekend was a great success. Annie is rejuvenated and ready to take on the coming week, Mikasa was exhausted but she got plenty of rest afterwards, and Hange still turned a profit even with Sasha's reckless spending.

And you were just happy to be there with the people you love so much.

[glitteryhellhole]

alright lets do this

here we go

Title: The Tent Fandom: Z nation Pairing: 10K x female reader Word count: approx 3k Rating: 18 Description: fluffy smut with awkward cinnamon roll 10K

A gas station. A real life, untouched gas station. Apart from the bloody handprints smeared on the concrete walls.

It didn't take long to sweep and secure the area, then fill up the truck and the reserve cannisters. Afterwards Warren gestured with her gun to the convenience store. “Look for anything useful.”

The place had been untouched since day one. Mummified hot dogs still sitting on a rack. The register hanging open- perhaps in the beginning some people had looted cash, but it didn't take long to realise money didn't mean anything anymore.

You shoved bottles of water and packets of candy into your rucksack before following Addy's gaze to the toiletries shelf. Pads and tampons, little travel-sized bodywashes, an actual toothbrush.

“It's a whole new kind of mercy,” she whistled.

You picked up the first aid kit and the two crushed boxes of painkillers, turning to ask Doc if they'd be any good- and found him and Murphy kneeling on the counter, pulling away the plastic panel which guarded the cigarettes.

Priorities, huh.

Loaded up, you looked around you. Warren was on watch so 10K had let his guard down for once and was poking at the faded magazines. You saw his pink lips move as he mouthed the titles to himself. Something familiar caught his eye, probably the one with guns all over, and he reached up- and the whole top shelf came tumbling down. Suddenly 10K was surrounded by glossy double-page spreads of unnaturally bronzed and perky breasts and butts.

He froze like an animal in a trap.

“Found what you're looking for?” Doc's voice was loud and his arms were cradling an impressive quantity of alcohol. “There's a lot of generic lesbians, over forties, asian fetish, but for a beginner I'd recommend-”

The rest of his sentence was drowned out by a crash as 10K backed rapidly out of the shop, cheeks ablaze, taking down a stand of air fresheners and sending sunglasses skittering across the floor in every direction.

The rest of you laughed, for the first time in a while. Back in the truck and passing round bags of only-slightly-stale chips, you all agreed that the gas station was your best find in quite some time.

Except perhaps for the tent.

A little way back, a stranded family had been incredibly grateful for a tow out of the ditch, and had gifted you their spare tent. No ordinary camping gear, this thing was foil-lined and had a built in waterproof, cushioned underlayer. On an especially hot night you'd probably want it to yourself but the rest of the time it comfortably housed two people, keeping in the heat. You'd been taking turns each night, with priority to the injured, meaning that every morning there was at least one person who was fully rested and recharged. Ideal when every day was a battle for survival.

Of course, there was one other advantage to the tent. Privacy. Human needs didn't really get talked about in this un-human world, and whatever got overheard in the night would also go unspoken.

It was nearing dusk and you were pulling over to make camp. “Who's turn in the tent?” Murphy called out as he threw himself down on the ground. “Dibs.”

Warren, who was unloading a heavy bag, gave him a kick in the side. “Get up and help. I don't think 10K's had a turn yet.”

“Neither's she.” He nodded at you.

“Settled then.”

Murphy sniggered.

Since there was plenty of water, there was a rare chance to wash up a bit. Ladies first while the men stood watch with their backs turned, and then vice versa. Nowhere near to having a hot shower in privacy, but it was something. You noticed that 10K didn't bother putting his shirt back on afterwards as he squatted by the fire cleaning his weapons, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

How could somebody so skinny be so strong? Must be the result of life outdoors.

He raised an eyebrow and you realised you were staring. Oops.

“Here.” Somebody passed you a can of cheap beer that had come from the store along with the snacks and cigarettes. It was almost like being at a camp-out. The beer was gross but it gave you a nice warm feeling in your chest, and the idea of lying down somewhere soft started to seem quite appealing, so you said your goodnights and retreated into the tent.

You weren't sure how long it was until you were joined, perhaps you'd started to drift off- the sound of the zip jolted you back to your senses as 10K flopped unceremoniously into the tent, stretching out next to you. “Beer makes shoelaces hard.” He complained.

You giggled and sat up to help. “When was the last time you slept without shoes on?”

“Probably before my voice broke.” He scratched his head while watching you remove his boots and then said, “I'm not good at talking, especially to girls, but you don't scare me.”

“Thanks for the compliment, I think?” You laid back down, closing your eyes and pulling your blanket over you. There was silence for a minute but it was oddly comfortable, the security of a warm person breathing next to you.

“What was your first word?” You asked into the silence. “I bet it was gun.”

“Actually it was primrose.”

“Huh?”

“My momma's favourite flower.” He rolled over onto his stomach, closing the gap between you, and rested his cheek on his folded arms. “I was six. Doctor said I wasn't learning but I was paying attention to everything. She used to take me to the library in town to look at all sorts of books, that where we learned to sign.”

You couldn't help but ask. “When did she...?”

“When I was nine. Pops wanted me to try and be a normal kid but once she'd gone he didn't want anything to do with the rest of the world and stopped sending me to school.”

“I'm sorry.”

“It's ok.” He wriggled a little to get more comfortable. “Can you talk for a bit now?”

So you talked about your own parents, and your hometown, and it surely wasn't very interesting but 10K watched you intently as he sobered up, studying your face, and you hoped you weren't blushing. After a while you came to a natural conclusion in your story and realised that his fingers were twitching, as though he were nervous.

What's up?” you asked softly.

He blinked slowly. “Ain't always easy to tell when you're supposed to say stuff and when you're not.”

Unsure what to expect, you gave him an encouraging nod.

“Can I... touch your hair?”

Your heart started to beat a little fast and you nodded again. 10K's fingers reached out timidly to feel you hair, twisting strands and brushing them away from your face.

You hadn't felt human touch in so long, and you couldn't help but rest your head on his arm as he stroked. The pair of you seemed to breathe in unison. It was almost peaceful.

Almost. Apart from the little sparks of electricity that seemed to fizzle into life where your skin touched his.

Could he feel it too? It didn't seem so. There he was growing more and more serene, while you were   warming up in a way that had nothing to do with the insulated tent.

“Um...” You fidgeted awkwardly, trying to choose the right words. “10K? You know why they were giggling right?”

“Uh-huh.” His eyes were closed. “People do stuff in the tent. Its pretty obviously I've never... y'know.”

“Does it bother you?”

“A bit, but its not like I can go meet a girl and ask her Pops if I can take her to the barn dance.”

You couldn't help but laugh a little. “I mean the teasing.”

“Oh.” He blushed slightly as he opened his eyes to look at you. “I get why, you're near my age and you're pretty. Any guy would be lucky to date you.”

Oh indeed. Maybe he did feel it then.

“You could...” You bit your lip and steeled yourself. “You could pretend that you were.”

He sat bolt upright, making you jump, and a wide grin spread across his face. “I could ask you on a picnic, at my favourite place in the woods.” His words were tumbling out fast from nervous excitement. “Make nice bread, Mom's special recipe with the dried fruit. And we could talk like we did earlier and I could pick you flowers and then I could kiss you.”

His lips were clumsy as they first met yours, but eager, and didn't take long to find a groove. You sighed and leaned in, one hand reaching up into his hair, and-

A single gunshot cracked through the air.

In an instant 10K was lurching for the tent entrance where his gun was propped. You reached for your shoes, panic rising in your chest.

“False alarm.” Doc's voice came from outside. “Nothing to worry about. Hey, you okay in there kid? Need me to give ya a quick pep talk on anything?”

“I'm good.” He zipped the flap back up then turned back to you. “Actually do you think maybe I should? I don't really know what to do.”

You couldn't help but laugh again. He was way too innocent for someone so good-looking.

You put and hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.  “Just do what feels natural.”

“Okay.” He gave you another wide grin, showing those adorably crooked teeth, and then practically launched himself at you, so you landed on your back and he was on top of you, lips moulding to the shape of yours. You gasped for air and 10K made an apologetic sound without pausing the kiss, propping himself up on one elbow so that you could breathe.

His hand rested on your stomach, fingers still for a moment before balling up your shirt and gently navigating the exposed skin. Tentative. Like soothing a spooked animal.

You reached your hand up to touch his shoulders, feeling hard muscle under surprisingly soft skin. Tracing his collarbones and around the back of his neck. He shivered and broke the kiss, and you saw his tongue dart out to wet his lips.

“Maybe I could take your shirt off too.” He mumbled. In answer you sat up and held your arms above your head. 10K pulled your shirt over your head- sending the little lamp tied to the tent roof swinging- then looked confused as his thumb hooked into the shoulder strap of your sports bra. You kind of wished you'd been wearing something nicer for this occasion, but you'd dressed for practicality before hitting the road.

“Here. Let me.” You wriggled out of the bra, trying not to elbow him in the process.

“Wowee.” 10K let out a whistle. “You look even better without clothes on. Why would anyone want to look at random pictures?”

It seemed like he could have sat there and stared forever, but you didn't have forever, and so you pulled him in to kiss again. He trailed his lips across your face and on to your neck, one arm supporting you from behind and the other hand landing on your chest, squeezing experimentally.

“Not so hard,” you gasped.

“Sorry. They're squishier than I expected.” He let out a humming noise into the crook of your neck as his fingers found a hard nipple and brushed back and forth.

You dipped your head down too, lightly touching your teeth to his throat. A low growl escaped and he pushed you back down, pressing his body close to yours, and you could feel his eager hardness against your hip.

10K tried the same move, nipping at the skin under your ear. His breathing was very shallow and rapid as he licked and sucked experimentally, moving down over your breasts.

“You taste good. But not in a zombie way.”

Your hands rested on his hips, fingers splaying out to softly squeeze his ass and then dipping below the loose waistband.

“Oh, wait.” He rolled off you to shed a pile of concealed knives and the little sharp discs that he used in the sling shot.

“What else are you hiding down there?” You smirked. For a moment he turned beetroot red and covered his crotch with his hands, but then met your smile with one of his own.

“Just means I like you and I like this.” He shrugged. “Do you-”

“Mmhmm.” You reached out to ease his trouser buttons undone, fumbling slightly, but you weren't nervous. It just felt right with him. “I like you. And I like this.”

He groaned softly as the restriction on his hardness eased and grabbed you for another kiss, this time hungry and slightly sloppy. 10K's fingers found the fastening of your own jeans and made quick work, tugging them down to your knees. Then he paused for a moment, putting a finger to your lips.

There was no noise from outside.

“We're good.” With a bit of awkward shuffling, you both shed your trousers and then looked at each other.

“We probably shouldn't go all the way,” you said almost reluctantly. “No protection and all that. But there's still stuff-”

“Anything.” 10K blurted out without a second's pause. “Everything. I'll do whatever you want. But not what you don't want.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips again as he stared at you earnestly.

You felt a shiver travel down your spine. Nobody had ever looked at you quite like that before. Not just lust but something deeper, as though he was seeing through your skin and right inside you.

“Come here,” he whispered huskily, grabbing your waist and pulling you onto his lap. You sighed into the kiss and slowly moved your hips, letting your centre rub against his as you straddled him, tangling fingers in his messy hair.

10K moaned something that sounded like “shucks” and you couldn't help but snort. What would it take to make him swear? You dug your nails in a little, catching his lip between your teeth.

“Want to touch you.” He moaned, gripping your hips. “Want you to touch me.”

You trailed your hand from his cheek all the way down to cup the pronounced bulge in his boxers and his eyes rolled back in his skull, but then he visibly shook himself and swatted your hand away. “Ladies first.” The hand slid a little clumsily down into your knickers.

You closed your eyes and rested your forehead against 10K's, feeling how hot his skin was. His curious fingertips traced your labia and in between.

“It's wet.” He sounded surpised, and brought a thumb to his mouth to taste.

“That's a good thing.” You felt a little self-conscious as you explained, watching him suck his thumb. “It means I'm, you know, turned on.”

“Show me how to make it feel good,” he murmured, lifting you off his lap and laying you back down before tugging your knickers all the way down and spreading your legs.

You took his hand in yours and guided him, showing him your clit. His marksman fingertips quickly picked it up and he kissed you again as he touched you. “Am I doing it right?”

“Yeah you're- oh, yeah thats good.” Your voice was high-pitched and breathy. 10K made a satisfied “hmph” and nuzzled into your neck. He smelled of safety. Less dirt and blood than usual, traces of soap, whatever he was using for hair gel, engine oil. Sweat but not in the just-been-running-and-fighting way, in the musky hormonal way.

The feeling swelling inside you was something you hadn't experienced, hadn't even thought about, in a long time. But here and now it was growing, consuming, and you couldn't imagine anything other than his touch, his hot breath on your cheek.

“Hey.” 10K's voice was husky again. “You need something else?”

You became aware that your hips were twitching. “A bit faster maybe?”

A moan escaped your lips as he obliged, and 10K grinned. “That's hot.” Then he cocked his head to one side, raising his eyebrows. “I assume girls can- y'know-”

“It looks a bit different but yes.” You were gasping now as you spoke, chest rising and falling.

“Do it for me.” He murmured, watching you as though hypnotised and biting his lip. His words and his gaze loosened the coiled spring that was weighing down your abdomen and the endorphins came rushing as you climaxed.

“Shh.” He pressed his mouth to yours and swallowed your moan, pressing his fingers harder as you moved beneath him until it became almost too much. “Do you want them to hear us?”

You shook your head, trying to control your breathing.

“Maybe you do.” He raised an eyebrow again as his fingers finally slowed to a halt. “I kinda do. So they all know what I just did to you.”

“Do you want your turn or not?”

That shut him up. He glanced down and you followed his gaze. He was still very much erect, and there was now a distinct wet patch where he'd leaked a little in excitement.

You pushed 10K onto his back and settled yourself next to him. “Let me know if something's not ok,” you told him. “I won't do anything you don't want.”

He nodded and closed his eyes. He flinched a little as you pulled his boxers down but then his face relaxed and his lips parted as you touched him.

“Have you done this to yourself?” You asked. “So you know what you like.”

He nodded, looking somewhat bashful. “A few times. But this is different. Better.”

It was your turn to grin as your fingers circled his erection and found a rhythm. 10K's head tilted back and the smallest of high-pitched noises escaped his open mouth. You lowered your lips to his exposed neck and sucked gently at the skin. There was a red mark when you pulled away.

“Mmmph.” He rasped through gritted teeth. “Again.”

“It'll leave a bruise.”

“Don't care.”

You began to create a trail of little hickeys down his throat and across his collarbones as you continued to stroke, and his tiny whimpers grew more frequent. You knew it wouldn't be long.

10K was holding onto you tightly, nails digging in, droplets of sweat visible on his forehead. “I think I'm gonna- ahh....” He seemed to lose the ability to speak as you attacked his neck again, eyes rolling back. A few moments later, his hips bucked and you could feel hot sticky warmth coat your fingers.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck.”

So he did swear after all.

You kissed him again, and then looked down. “Um, got anything to clean up with?”

Still breathing heavily, 10K sat up and reached for his trousers, pulling a bandana out of one of the many pockets. “It's my least favourite. I'll burn it.”

Like the gentleman he'd been raised to be, he wiped your hand off first before tending to himself, then tossed the soiled cloth out of the way and pulled you close. You rested your head on his chest. You'd heard the term 'afterglow' but never really thought that it was a thing; it apparently was. The chemicals your brain was releasing and the protective hold of his arms made you want to laugh, and cry, and drift off to sleep, and run a mile, all at once.

Just for a moment, there was no apocalypse. There was only you and him and the little lamp above your heads.

It was 10K who broke the spell. “I need to pee.” he said apologetically. “Like, real bad.”

You laughed at the face he was pulling and threw his trousers at him. 10K slithered with some difficulty into them, kicking the side of the tent, and then stumbled outside.

You realised how cold it was now and reached for your own clothes. As footsteps indicated 10K's return, you could have sworn you heard the sound of a high-five.

“What was that?” You demanded as he re-entered the tent.

“Never mind.” He grabbed the blanket and laid it over you.”I  want to do that again. But we should probably get some sleep.”

“The whole point of the tent is to get proper rest right?” You scooted closer as he laid down, offering the blanket, but he refused, tucking it round you and then wrapping his arms round too so you were tightly cocooned against his side.

“Yeah. Sure.”

>>>>>Thanks for reading! This is the first fanfic i’ve done in literally years. Open to feedback and even perhaps requests :) PS i am v english so I apologise to any Americans insulted by my attempts at your words

[lemons3ason]

SK8 THE INFINITY (Late Valentines Special Headcannon

(A/n: I HAVE BECOME A SLUT FOR THIS SERIES SK8 THE INFINITY GIVES ME SO MUCH LIFE EVEN THOUGH ITS STILL SO NEW! DIDNT HAVE TIME YESTERDAY SO HERES THE LATE VALENTINES SPECIAL WITH THE MAINS FROM SK8 THE INFINITY)

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Langa Hasegawa

-Sweet clueless child is a complete idiot when it comes to love and to make it worse you’re dense to his advances.

-Met you at school with Reki and would try to be as close to you as possible, letting you borrow his board so he could enjoy your smile as you skated.

-Due to personal reasons you were extremely touch starved and Langa was more then willing to hug you all day long but he’d find himself staring at your lips in want.

-Once Valentines came around he felt like finally confessing to you despite the holiday being a total cliche.

-Decided to make you chocolates, unfortunately he kept burning the batches so he had to ask his mom for help which resulted in her finding out about you.

-Wrote a message on the chocolates himself despite his terrible penmanship and hoped you would appreciate it and accept him.

-Almost forgets the chocolates the next day since he overslept and was late for school, wishes you a good morning over texts and asks you to meet him at the front gates to talk to you.

-Was bombarded by fan girls at school that wanted to give him gifts and found himself bumping into someone, just so happened to be you, but he realizes that he knocked something out of your hands and it got crushed under another girls foot.

-For the first time ever he actually saw your face pale and tears prick the corner of your (e/c) hues, he growled under his breathe shouting at everyone to leave as he wrapped his arms around you.

-You didn’t hug him back, you just silently cried somehow not making a sound and he sighed seeing you upset.

-“I’m sorry they crushed your gift, were you giving it to someone?”, he tried to hide the jealousy in his voice as he wiped away your tears.

-You nodded your head before explaining that they were meant for him. He blushed of course but a goofy grin plastered itself on his face as he cupped your cheeks and slammed a kiss against your sweet warm lips.

-He pulled away leaving you a stuttering mess as he presented you his little pink gift box. You took it and opened it giggling at what he had wrote, “We’re already friends Langa.”, you giggled showing him his incorrect kanji.

-“N-no I-I meant boyfriend, can I be your boyfriend pretty please?”, he begged as if he still had no chance with you.

-You giggled and smiled again before cupping his cheeks and returning his sweet kiss from before. Successful Valentines Confession.

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Reki Kyan

-Y’all already been dating but this was your first Valentines together so he wanted to make it special.

-“Gotta head to work bye Reki.”, you hummed kissing his lips sweetly before you skated away on your board.

-He smiled watching you disappear into the sunset but once you were out of sight he bolted the rest of the way home.

-He’s not your ordinary guy and he loves skateboarding so he wanted to protray his feelings for skateboarding and you into his next project.

-Stayed up day and night in order to finish it and rushed to your house Valentines morning to spend the day with you before he presented your gift to you.

-Treated you to your favorite ice cream shop and a shopping spree at the plush store where you excitedly bought all the cute anime and animal plushes you had been dying for.

-You presented his gift to him around noon by taking him to a very special skateboard shop that your dad owned, he got first dibs at all the latest equipment and parts he needed for future projects and you couldn’t help smiling as he gasped at your father for letting him keep everything he had picked out and wanted.

-Your dad dropped you both off at Reki’s house in a pick up truck since Reki and gotten so much and helped unload it while you went in to greet his mother and sisters.

-He ran to his garage to get your gift but started getting nervous thinking that you wouldn’t like it.

-“S-she’ll like it I know she will. (Y/n)’s always spoiling me so this will pay her back for being so wonderful to me.”, he thought hugging the board tight to his chest as he ran back in to see you.

-“H-hey (Y/n), can you come here for a sec?”

-He could hear you running towards him and smiled nervously as he hid the board behind his back.

-Has you close your eyes and places the board deck side down in your arms so you can see the custom design he made for you on the back.

-You absolutely screech in joy seeing the new board in your arms, you couldn’t believe it was actually yours. Reki has to grab you by the cheeks hold you in place and tell you it was yours like five times just for you to believe him.

-You can’t help but throw yourself against him to hug him and kiss his pudgy face all over while chanting ‘I love you’ over and over again.

-He’s so happy you like your new board, he’s so overwhelmed by your affection but he absolutely adores you and kisses you one more time before dragging you off to his room for a movie and cuddles.

-A dorky sweetheart you can’t tell me otherwise.

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Miya Chinen

-YOU ARE VIDEO GAME BUDDIES!

-Met during an online gaming tournament, you actually beat him, you became rivals for each other.

-When you both met in real life he absolutely adored you, sweet, kind, outgoing, and obviously taller than him, he couldn’t help the blush that rose to his face upon meeting you.

-You two were a match made in heaven but he couldn’t bring himself to confess to you no matter how hard he tried and then he found out you had a crush on a boy from your school.

-Helps you shop for the perfect gift for your crush despite it breaking his heart and finds himself still buying you something in hopes of confessing to you first.

-Has a little Bunny plush holding a single sunflower in its arms in his room since he couldn’t bring himself to confess to you the day of Valentines.

-Doesn’t hear from you about your confession until the day after when your both playing online against each other.

-“Come on (Y/n), you could’ve easily deflected that! Don’t become a slime on me now player two.”, Miya yells into his mic regretting it immediately when he hears you sigh.

-“Sorry Miya I’m just not feeling it tonight, I’m gonna go to bed see ya later.”

-Your sad he can tell instantly from the sound of your voice, calls you on the phone to demand an explanation on why your sad and you burst into tears on the other side.

-“S-sorry...hkk...i-it’s just that I let myself get played. I got heartbroken yesterday by the guy I liked and I realized that I’m pretty much a weirdo that no one wants to be with. He laughed at me and tossed my gift out the third story window of the school and walked away with a prettier girl in his arms.”

-You don’t hear anything from Miya and sigh hearing the call end unbeknownst to you Miya was skating his way to your house as fast as he could to comfort you, his Valentines gift in his arms.

-You jump when you hearing tapping on your window and watch as Miya sneaks in with a little rabbit in his arms.

-“Then be my weirdo! Stay by my side and we can be weirdos together, you don’t need that slime ball when I wanna be the grand knight that protects my princess!”, Miya screamed extending the gift to you in hopes that you would accept his feelings.

-He feels the rabbit leave his hands and opens his eyes to see you smiling through your tears, he kinda panics and wipes away your tears with his sleeves and just holds you.

-He presses his for head against yours and sighs, “You don’t have to answer right now it’s just that...I-I umm...I want to be the Link to your Zelda i-if you know what I mean.”

-You giggle and hug him thanking him for his kind words and softly whisper, “I love you, Miya, and thank you.”, into his ear making him smile against your shoulder.

-Sweet baby boy!

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Kaoru Sakurashiki

-This dipshit works Valentine’s Day and forgets about it due to all the orders for custom calligraphy messages for couples.

-Annoyed by all the sappy messages and honestly putting half his effort in any of them.

-Forgets he has an interview that day until he hears a knock at his office door and you nervously enter.

-His heart races seeing you for the first time, you look so adorable in your business casual outfit, and your nervous smile has him falling over himself.

-“H-hello my name is (L/n) (F/n), I-it’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Sakurashiki.”

-“She’s beautiful like a cherry blossom.”, he thought to himself.

-Overall the interview goes great, you’re just a year younger then him looking for a new job to pay for your new home.

-Loves you a lot and asks you to start immediately as his new secretary, you accept and start getting right to work. Eventually he notices you running around in your socks since your feet were hurting from the heels.

-Treats you to dinner once the shop is closed to welcome you to the team and falls in love with you more as you talk more about yourself.

-You are playful but still you have a calm and collected mind something he admires greatly.

-Waits till next Valentines to properly confess to you since he found it extremely hard to put his feelings into words.

-You surprisingly accept and he treats you to a rooftop diner where you both share a sweet dance under the moonlight.

-Dubs you his Blossom and spoils you with sweet gestures and shy kisses until he’s confident enough to kiss you properly.

-Laughs when he finds out you are jealous of Carla (his skateboard), you fume and decide to race him at S which shocks him because he didn’t know you could even skate.

-Absolutely loses it seeing you in your S wardrobe, a rather revealing kunoichi styled outfit that showed all the right parts leaving him wanting more.

-“Well Cherry Blossom let’s see what you can do.”, you smirked behind your fox mask.

-You end up slaughtering him in the race just from pure skill alone, Karla couldn’t keep up with your calculations and you won by a landslide.

-Gets jealous of the fan boys that suddenly accumulate over you once the race is finish, takes off both of your masks so he can kiss you silly.

“I won jealous cherry.”

“Shut up and kiss me little blossom.”

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Kojiro Nanjo

-This large himbo had a whole plan to make you extremely jealous by flirting with other women until you were furious with him before surprising you with a special hotel room that he rented out for just the two of you for Valentines.

-Unfortunately he was unaware of some bullying and self esteem issues you were having because of work so you patience with him dried out fast.

-“Huh baby cakes what’s the mat-“

-“If they’re so pretty why don’t you just stay with them instead of someone useless and ugly like me!”

-Regrets everything he said as soon as he sees you running away in tears, ditches the fans immediately and skates off to find you but you’re already long gone.

-Calls Cherry who has you weeping in his arms and groans as his old friend starts scolding him for being a ‘Heartless Dumbass Gorilla’.

-Hugs you as soon as he sees you practically tackling you and Cherry in the process and begs for your forgiveness.

-You pout and refuse to forgive him which in turn makes him sigh, he scoops you up in his arms and tosses you over his shoulder to carry you away despite your protest and skates off to the hotel.

-“I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you, I wanted to make you jealous and then spoil you rotten. This wasn’t how I wanted today but if you’ll let me I’d still like to spoil you and make it up to you.”, Joe admits in a soft voice.

-You agree hesitantly and he puts you down, cups your face, and presses a tender kiss against your plump lips. Smiles against your lips when he feels your cheeks heat up.

-Takes you to the hotel, chuckles at your shocked expression to the huge lavish room and invites you for champagne in the jacuzzi.

-Leans you against his chest and wraps an arm around your waist, whispers sweet compliments and praises into your ear until a goofy smile is plastered over your face.

-Smothers you in kisses and cuddles even if you playfully try to escape his strong arms.

-Watches sappy movies with you and holds you tightly until your glowing with joy. Kisses you good night as he snuggles his head into your adorable chest and happily nods off to sleep as you play with his curly green hair.

“Happy Valentine’s Day love, I’m sorry and thank you for today beautiful.”, Joe hums kissing your cleavage sweetly.

“I’m sorry I ruined your surprise, thank you handsome.”

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Hiromi Higa

-Meets you the 13th when you come in to buy flowers, there’s such a sad aura about you that he can’t help but gift you a fresh pink rose that brings a sweet smile to your face.

-Instantly falls for you as you ask for an arrangement to take to a funeral of a dear friend.

-Makes you a beautiful arrangement himself and let’s you take it free of charge despite your argument to pay.

-“Just try to be happy for me and that’s enough, you look beautiful when you smile.”, he simply says making a blush roll across your face.

-As nightfall hits the city he dawns his Shadow look for S and starts heading over but he stops after hearing a scream and finds you being attacked by a small group of idiots.

-Instantly picks a fight with them in order to defend you and wins just from knocking one out with a single punch and scaring the others away with a glare.

-Sees you trembling on the floor with a hand covering your left arm and sighs seeing the blood, you had been slashed by one of their blades so he carefully wraps it with an extra cloth that he had and picks you up carrying you to the train station.

-“Stay safe little flower, I won’t always be able to save you.”, he grins at you making you blush for some strange reason.

-“T-thank you for saving me.”

-He smiles at you and leans forward leaving a purple lipstick mark on your cheek as he disappears from sight.

-He skates his best that night at S while thinking of you.

-You appear again in the flower shop the next day, a bandage wrapped around your arm and a shy smile on your face as you walk up to him.

-He’s surprised to see you again so soon and prays that you didn’t recognize him from last night.

-You smile and press a kiss to his cheek, leaving a red stain on his cheek that has his face flaming up in embarrassment.

-You hand him back his cloth and a note and rush out of the store while shouting, “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

“H-huh well seems she did notice m-ehh... i-is this her phone number?”

[louuieferrignojr]

snapshots (crossposted to ao3)

summary: @alexmanesairstream made a post about malex taking cute photos together so this happened.

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2008

“Alex, are you sure about this?” Michael asked, taking in the open desert in front of them a half hour outside of Roswell.

Alex bit his lip before looking at his boyfriend, taking in his curls that blew in the wind.

You’re beautiful.

Michael blinked in shock, before a pink tint came across his cheeks. “Thanks.”

“Did I say that out loud?”

Michael smirked, “I’m afraid so.”

Alex cleared his throat, “Well it’s true.”

“So, are we going to play or what?” Michael asked, taking their guitars out of the bed of his truck.

“Hold on, let me get the camera. I need something to remember the first time we tried to perform together...for posterity’s sake.”

“Make sure you get my best angle,” the other teen joked, watching as Alex set the camera down in front of them on the truck bed, making sure the timer was on.

Alex grabbed his guitar and started to play, trying his best to ignore the butterflies in his stomach as Michael began to play as well.

Both boys were too busy staring at each other to hear the click as the camera went off.

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2018

Click.

“Michael, what are you doing?” Alex opened his eyes, taking in the man beside him. He still couldn’t believe that after ten years Michael Guerin was in Roswell.

And now they were in bed together. Trying his best to ignore the nagging voice of his disappointed father in his head, he smiled and let out a laugh as Michael took another grainy picture of him from his flip phone.

“You know you can get an iPhone now right?”

Michael huffed out a laugh, before kissing Alex on the forehead and snapping a selfie of them at the same time.

Alex looked over at the photo and let out an unexpected belly laugh as he noticed that Michael’s aim at taking a photo was a bit off, taking note that Michael seemed to only get half of his face in the photo.

Michael looked at him with a warm smile at the laugh, before he rolled his eyes.

“Fine, I’ll get an iPhone.”

Alex kissed him gently on the lips in response, before he started moving down and kissing Michael’s chest.

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2020

“So...are you two?” The unspoken words from Liz said it all, as she took in Alex and Michael in a booth together at the Crashdown. She had been back in Roswell for a little over a month, coming back from her job in California. She knew she wouldn't be able stay away for long, but it helped that her one coworker wanted to start up her own lab nearby and asked Liz to help start it up with her.

She was visiting Rosa and her dad at the diner when she took notice of the two men in the booth.

They were sitting on the same side, arms touching, sharing an ice cream sundae. She had slid into the booth across from them as the question left her mouth.

They froze, just as Michael was about to feed Alex a spoonful of ice cream. Sadly, when he stopped, his aim was off and it hit Alex in the cheek. Liz tried her best not to laugh, but Michael couldn’t help but lick the ice cream off his boyfriend’s cheek.

Alex let out a yelp in response, surprised that Michael would do that in front of Liz. He turned to the other man and let a smile spread across his face at Michael feigning innocence as if he didn’t just lick his face in public.

Click.

The sound of the phone camera taking a snapshot made both of them turn to the culprit.

She shrugged, smiling at the pure happiness on their faces. “You guys are cute.”

Alex swiped her phone from her hands before she could even blink, looking down at the photo.

“We do look cute,” Michael whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek.

Alex could only shake his head fondly, before handing the phone back to her.

“Text that to me,” he requested softly, before turning to give Michael a peck on the lips.

If he made the photo his background on his phone later that night, no one was the wiser.

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2022

“Who knew that having a photo booth at our wedding would be such a hit?” Michael asked, surprised at the line outside the curtain of the booth that Isobel and Greg rented together for the big day.

Alex had been leaning on his shoulder, tired from all the dancing, before he put his head up and kissed Michael on the lips.

His husband. Michael was his husband. The man he had loved since they were 17 was now with him forever. For richer or poorer. For sickness and in health. He still couldn’t believe it. He felt the need to pinch himself to make sure it was real.

He took in the line, and noticed that no one was moving. Raising an eyebrow, he knocked on the booth, hearing familiar voices inside.

“Isobel! Greg! Get out of there,” Alex hissed, taking note of his older brother’s tie undone with lipstick on his face. He came out embarrassed, but Isobel looked proud.

“It’s all yours boys.” She kissed Greg on the cheek before turning towards the line, “Sorry guys, the grooms now get dibs.”

She all but shoved them into the booth and Alex tried to balance himself on the seat, as Michael gently grabbed his arm so he wouldn’t fall to the floor.

“Our siblings are embarrassing,” Alex muttered, but Michael just kissed his cheek in response.

“Embarrassing yes, but they did get us this photo booth. That was nice of them.”

Alex glared at him, “For us or for them to canoodle in?”

“Canoodle?” Michael smiled, “Hey, no frowning. You gotta turn that frown upside down,” he suggested, before grabbing Alex’s face and kissing him gently.

They broke away seconds later, but Alex was smiling now so that was a start.

“Sorry, I’m exhausted and dancing with my prosthetic did not agree with me.” It was his wedding. He was supposed to be happy, but now all he wanted to do now was take off the prosthetic, take a nice bath with his husband, make out with his husband and sleep with his husband. If he could introduce Michael as his husband in every conversation, he would.

“Well, let’s take these photos and then we can blow this popsicle stand.” Alex let out a laugh at the suggestion, before realizing Michael was serious.

“Michael, it’s our wedding. I’m pretty sure we shouldn’t be leaving the wedding before the rest of the guests.”

Michael shrugged, “And I’m pretty sure Flint shouldn’t be breakdancing on the dance floor with Rosa, but things happen.”

Alex giggled, “I have no idea how that friendship happened, but I’m glad Flint is here.” Flint, Clay and his mom Mindy showed up for the wedding. It was a nice surprise, and a somewhat emotional one for Alex when his mom showed up at the rehearsal dinner the night before.

“Eh, they’re more like frenemies at the moment, but we can work on it. Now, let’s take these photos.”

Alex turned to the camera at the suggestion, watching as Michael pressed the button to countdown until the photos would be taken.

After the four photos were taken, Alex felt Michael kiss his cheek and he turned to catch his lips in a kiss. Alex pulled away from the kiss, smiling.

“Let’s go husband,” Alex grabbed Michael’s hand and pulled him out of the booth and they bumped into Isobel and Greg standing outside of it. The line was gone surprisingly, as were a lot of the guests.

“Just how long we were in the booth?”

“It’s nearing midnight boys, and we want to make out some more in there, so if you wouldn’t mind. We rented it for 24 hours so," Isobel said, pulling Greg back into the booth. Alex laughed at the surprised expression on Greg’s face, as he mouthed for help before he disappeared behind the curtain.

Both grooms jumped in alarm at the sounds that were being made, before they quickly grabbed their photos from where they printed out and backed away.

They made their way to their table that was now empty, noticing the waiters cleaning up and sat down. Michael knelt down in front of Alex, before looking up at him, silently questioning Alex if he wanted his leg off or not. Alex could only nod, letting a warm smile appear on his face as he went about taking it off as gently as he could. Alex closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief at the weight now being off of him.

Opening his eyes, he looked at the photos they took in the photo booth and couldn’t help but start tearing up.

“Hey, hey. What’s wrong?” Michael's worried tone broke through his thoughts.

Alex let out a watery laugh, before shaking his head.

“Nothing. I just can’t believe we’re husbands. After everything, we made it work. Meeting in the middle...coming home to each other.”

“You’re my home Alex, always and forever.”

Taking note of the final photo of the set, where Michael was looking at Alex with pure adoration as Alex was in the middle of laughing, he could only nod.

“Picture perfect.”

[piccolosniccolo]

Decepticon Wind Ensemble AU Expansion

Part 2 of 2. Characterizations of the Decepticons if they were in a High School Wind Symphony.

C o l l e g e. It’s great! But so time consuming lol. I had planned to get this done in August, but I had forgotten what school is like. So anyway, here’s part two!    

Trumpet

Blitzwing: In marching band, he’s the section leader who will make you do fifty pushups for every minute you show up late. In wind ensemble, he’s the quiet guy who silently judges his section for not practicing. In jazz band, he’s bat shit insane.

Ratbat:  The most arrogant member of the program. He has the confidence to back his skills, but he does not understand that dynamics other than ‘blastissimo’ exist.

Dragstrip: Started the tradition where the trumpets in the program will attempt to sacrifice a clarinet before a contest. Barricade is the primary target.

Wildrider: Hosted an after-performance party at the local McDonalds. He is now banned from the local McDonalds.

Motormaster: He once tripped on a Tuba in the stadium when he was trying to cut in line. This created a domino effect in the trumpet and trombone sections. It is said that Megatron switched from double shot to triple shot energy drinks on that day.

Brawl: Will miss his step-offs 95% of the time.

Bonecrusher: He can only play one scale. He can read music and he has the practice sheets, yet he can only play one scale. His auditions take twenty minutes.

French Horn  

Octane: Will fight you if he catches you saying that Mellophones and French Horns are the same thing. No one will save you.

Flywheels: The only pieces of music he likes to play are chorals. Sure, he says he practices other tunes, but you that he’s lying.

Ramjet: He only listens to music by The Beatles. Their CDs are on 24/7.  He can play the French Horn solo in “For No One.” He always asks Megatron if they can play their music in the stands.

Waspinator: The only reason why he chose to play French Horn was because he thought it looked cool.

Mixmaster: Does Tik Tok dances during marching rehearsal. The scary part is that he’s gotten others to join him.

Trombone

Scourge: Cried tears of happiness when DCI decided to accept trombones into the sport. This is all he practices for now.

Scorponok: His purpose in life: to add a trombone mouthpiece onto whatever instrument he can get ahold of. He then attempts to play this new instrument during rehearsal. Chaos ensues.

Rumble: Organized the trombone section to go to Sonic during rehearsal to get milkshakes. When Megatron noticed, it was too late. They were already running into the sunset.

Frenzy: His goal is to reenact every vine with a trombone. He cannot be stopped.  

Reflector: He accidently threw his slide from the stands into the football field and knocked a football player out. The entire stadium was silent for ten seconds. He is no longer allowed to attend football games.

Bass Trombone

Overlord: Feels as if it is his responsibility to say the lewdest comments during rehearsal. He does this to get Megatron’s attention, but Megatron is particularly good at ignoring him. The other remembers of low brass? Not so much…

Euphoniums

Nickel: The only one keeping the euphoniums from descending into further chaos.

Clobber: Plays Animal Crossing during rehearsal. It’s a blessing from Primus that there has not been a collision on the marching field… yet.

Vortex: Always has the tendency to be flat. He never fixes this before rehearsal even though he’s been told to do so 20 million times.

Blast Off: Always has the tendency to be sharp. He never fixes this before rehearsal even though he’s been told to do so 20 million times.

Tubas

Crankcase: All of his friends are in band so he can’t leave.

Strika: The captain of loading crew. She makes sure the percussion equipment is loaded into the truck properly, and she makes sure the freshman put their stuff in the right place. She is not responsible for anyone getting run over.  

Breakdown: He once had a marimba fall on him. That was not a good day.  

Longhaul: After every rehearsal, he’ll play the first few measures of the Veggie Tales theme song. He’ll do this for five minutes.  

Onslaught: Responsible for getting “Vehicle” taken out of the stand tune rotation. He’s on thin ice with “Hey Baby.” The band has agreed to fight him if that happens.

Piano

Kaon: He has perfect pitch. He’s an auditory learning god. If you think you’re good, listening to him play makes you lose your faith in pursuing music as a career.

Harp

Nova Storm: You’ll find her in orchestra more often than you’ll find her in band. The only reason she’s there is because she’s working on applications for music conservatory and needs the practice.

String Bass

Shadow Striker: Like Nova Storm, you’ll find her in orchestra more often than you’ll find her in band. However, she’s an honorary member of percussion, so you can find her in the back room with them.

Drum Kit

Tesarus: The only person in the program who yells more than Starscream. This is because he has lost hearing due to his tendency to forget to wear earplugs. He also has his own band. They have rehearsal in his garage.  

Percussion

Sixshot: The king of multitasking. He can play the marimba with six mallets, and he is the tenor drum in drumline. He’s currently learning how to play piano and string bass

Quake: Always has first dibs on playing the snare drum. He will sabotage any attempt to take it from him.

Helex: Always takes the Timpani. He just wants the big solo moments.

Ion Storm: Vapes in the percussion back room. Accidently caused the fire alarm to go off during rehearsal. No one followed fire drill procedures.

Dirt Boss: The first to enter the percussion back room and the last to leave. What crimes does he commit? Sorry, but you’re not allowed to know that.

Crumplezone: Wrote “Elongated Muskrat” on the white board. Then he surrounded it with the cowboy hat emoji. Is it a death threat? A cry for help? A sign of the rapture? No one knows.

Jhiaxus: You never know what he’ll be doing next. From chimes to the gong to the cymbals to the Bongo drum, you’ll never expect what choices he’ll make.

Ransack: Purposefully reenacted the “Star Spangled Banner Cymbal Fail.” He is no longer allowed to play the cymbals.

Choir

Cyclonus: You might see him in the band hall. You might see him hanging out with band kids. You may even see him at football games and concerts. Don’t be mistaken, though. He is not in band.

[horansqueenandpaynesqueen]

Next-Door Neighbours : Chapter One

A Liam Fanfic, A Niall Fanfic, MA Rating

New neighbours, new drama. Sometimes what you need is the last thing you’re looking for.

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This fic is written by Julie (@paynesqueen) & Livia (@horansqueen)

Julie will write the odd chapters and Livia the even chapters

This fic will have romance, drama and smut.

Chapter One by Julie (paynesqueen)

Liam got out of the truck as he looked at his new apartment building. He never actually believed he would ever move again, but walking in on his girlfriend screwing another guy sort of changes his plans. Thankfully, his best friend told him a few apartments were available for rent in his building and he luckily succeeded to get one of them.

“Payno!” He recognized his best friend’s voice. “You’re finally here. Let’s get your stuff up to your flat. I’m so glad you’re going to be my neighbour.”

“Thank my cheating ex-girlfriend for this.” He forced a laugh.

It still hurt to think that Lisa would actually cheat on him in their own bed. She wanted to work things out, but he couldn’t do it. He had always been a relationship kind of guy. He didn’t mind the occasional one-night stands, but he always preferred to be with one girl only and Lisa obviously wasn’t the one for him even if hurt to say it.

“She didn’t deserve you, man.” He sighed. “I know it sucks, but I also know something that might cheer you up a little.”

Liam raised an eyebrow intrigued; “Yeah and what would be that?”

“New girls just moved on the same floor as us. Julie and Olivia.” He grinned. “Both are fucking hot. But I got dibs on Olivia just so you know.”

“I’m not looking for a new girl, Niall. No matter how hot they are, I’ll just pass this time. You can have both of them.” He told him before opening the backdoor of the truck. “Now, I just need you to help me unload this truck so I can finally settle in and drink a beer.”

Niall laughed and came to lend a hand. After an hour, they had unloaded the truck and Liam was finally able to close the door to his new place. A few days earlier, he had gotten his new furniture delivered as he didn’t want anything he had shared with Lisa to taint his new apartment. He needed a fresh start and he could afford to buy everything new so he did. So now, it was just a question of unpacking the boxes and try to make this place his new home.

“Want me to help you unpack?” His friend offered, but he denied his offer. “Okay. You know where to find me if you change your mind.”

And with that, Niall left him alone. He went to the fridge and grabbed a beer from it. He was quite happy that he filled up his fridge prior his moving in; he wouldn’t be out of beers while dealing with the unpacking and trying to forget his ex. He was about to take a sip and wonder what to do first when a knock came on the door. He almost ignored it, but decided against it. Upon opening it, he found a girl on the other side, smiling shyly. She was cute and he wondered if she was one of the girls Niall had mentioned earlier.

“Can I help you?” He asked not in the friendliest tone.

“Hi! I’m Julie. We just moved in yesterday and we are out garbage bags and wondered if you could l-...” She stopped herself noting the inside of his place; “And you just moved in too so this may have not been the right door to knock on.”

He forced in a sigh as he answered her; “If you check with Niall, you might have more chance. He lives just next to me.”

“Thanks and good luck with the unpacking.” She replied before walking away.

He watched her walk away a bit longer than he should actually have and finally closed the door. It’s only then that he realized maybe he should have introduced himself or at least be nicer. They were going to be neighbours after all.

“Oh well!” He said outloud. “Let’s get this unpacking started.”

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Julie walked back into her apartment where her sister was working in the kitchen. Both girls had moved in together after Livia’s ex-boyfriend dumped her for her now former best friend. Not that her sister was particularly heartbroken about it; she and Derek had started to drift apart a while ago, but the fact that he went for her best friend was something that she still couldn’t digest.

“Got the bags!” She told her. “Niall had some.”

At the mention of their neighbour’s name, Livia’s smile grew. She found the Irish boy to be quite attractive. They had flirted a bit when they met in the hallway, but she hadn’t gotten the chance to see him again.

“I went next door to him first though. I thought I could introduce us to everyone.” She added. “He just moved in too and he was seriously hot. Not your type, but totally mine.”

Livia laughed knowing that her sister was probably right. Even if they agreed on a few guys here and there, their tastes in men were quite different.

“This hottie got a name?” Olivia asked as she put away mugs in the cupboards.

“Well, he didn’t give me one. I noticed his millions boxes and he sent me to Niall. I felt like he didn’t really want to talk to me, so this hottie is probably not even slightly interested, but your hottie did tell me his name. It’s Liam.” She answered her. “He’s actually his best friend who just moved in after a bad breakup.”

“Wow seems like it’s the season for breakups.” Her sister laughed. “Probably why he didn’t show any interest in you.”

“Maybe or maybe I’m just not his type.” She argued. “It doesn’t matter anyways. It’s not like I’m trying to settle down or anything. If I’m in need of a man from time to time, I can always call Louis.”

Olivia rolled her eyes at that. Louis was a friend of their and one of the few guys they both agree on and her was quite happy to sleep with either of them. She hadn’t slept with him that often since she had been in a committed relationship for the past three years, but Julie and him had this thing going on for the past six years. When she broke-up with Derek, she ended up sleeping with him after a night of drinking too much, but it had done her some good.

The fact that her sister didn’t even seem to care that Louis had gotten into her bed showed just how much Julie and Louis’s relationship was always going to be friends with benefits. That is until her sister finally breaks the walls around her heart and actually let some guy in.

“He’s always up for fun that’s for sure. That reminds me that we need to go to the grocery store for the party.” Livia laughed. “Do you think we should invite Niall?”

“Sure. Why not? He would probably be down for a party.”

“Awesome. I’m going to go and invite him right away while you finish in the kitchen.” And with that, her sister disappeared.

Julie laughed as she grabbed another box and started to unpack it.

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Liam woke up to a knock on his door. He groaned and trying to get up, he realized that he had fallen asleep on the couch. Witnessing the number of empty beer bottles around him; there was no mystery how he never made it to the bedroom.

He yawned as he opened the door to see Niall standing there a bit too chipper to his taste.

“Seriously, dude. Too early.” Liam complained.

“It’s like 4pm, Li.” Niall chuckled. “Seriously, you need to get over your ex. She’s poison to you and I got the cure. We are going to a party tonight.”

“Not going.” He groaned before walking back to the couch.

“You are fucking going, man.” Niall retorted and then look at the various beer bottles on the floor. “You don’t need to hook up with anyone if you don’t feel like it, but you need this party. Like seriously.”

Liam couldn’t deny the fact that his friend had a point, but honestly he didn’t feel like seeing people at the moment.

“So you’re going to clean up. Put on some nice clothes and meet me in the hallway around 9 and you’re going to be my wingman. I’m hoping to score with Olivia tonight.” He added.

Maybe a one night stand would do him some good. He wasn’t sure that it would actually happen, but perhaps it would beat drinking beer until he passed out simply so he won’t be thinking too much. Then again, it most likely that he’s going to be just drinking at the party and still pass out in her flat afterwards.

“Fine. Whatever.” He agreed knowing there was no point in arguing with him.

That’s why he was now standing in the hallways five hours later with Niall just outside the apartment in front of his. The door opened and a hot brunette stood there all smile... for Niall. Too bad, he might have tried to charm her pants off, but she was off limit.

“Hey Nee! Glad you could make it. Who’s your friend?” She exclaimed.

“Hey Pet! This is my friend Liam. He just moved in and is in need of a good party.” His best friend introduced him. “Li, this is Olivia.”

That much he had gathered seeing how Niall had turn on the charm on her the minute she appeared.

“Oh he’s Liam.” She grinned looking at him from head to toe. “I can see why he would be Julie’s type. Too bad he doesn’t share the interest. Come on in boys!”

He frowned at her comment, but before he could reply anything, she grabbed Niall’s hand and he followed the two of them into the noisy apartment. There were about twenty people inside talking, drinking or dancing just about everywhere. He didn’t really want to be a third wheel to Niall and Livia, so he moved to the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the bucket on the table.

As he drank it, he looked around the room not recognizing anyone. He didn’t know if they lived in the building or if they were friends of the girls.

“Hey mate!” A guy next to him said. “Mind giving me one of those?”

He grabbed the guy a beer and handed it him. “Thanks.”

He watched as he walked right up to... Julie and it brought him back to Livia’s earlier comment. He really must have been acting like a jerk when they first met for her to think that. He really took the time to look at her and he realized his first mistake. She was not cute, she was beautiful. He took another sip of his beer and wondered what would be his chances to bring her back to his place even with the other guy in his way? He shook his head laughing to himself.

A few hours ago he wouldn’t have considered a booty call would happen and now he was trying to secure one for tonight with a girl who was with someone else no less.

She stood close to the guy as he whispered something in her ear which made her laugh and he had to admit that a part of him was kind of jealous. She pushed him away shaking her head as they both chuckled. When he left her side, Liam made a beeline for her. It was time to make up for his lack of attention of yesterday.

“So who’s your boyfriend?” He asked.

He could have worded it better or at least start with a hello and are you enjoying yourself, but that’s not what he wanted to know. Honestly, he had made up his mind; he wanted her. He didn’t know whether it was to forget his ex or if he really wanted her, but he wanted to claim her tonight.

“Louis is not my boyfriend. He is one of my best friends.” She answered before turning to him. “Why?”

“You two looked a lot more than just friendly.” He stated.

“The guys I sleep with is none of your business.” She retorted. “What’s with the attitude? Jealous?”

“Yes.” He replied bluntly.

A surprised look appeared on her face, but it was gone just as fast. He wasn’t sure why, but a part of him believed was that she didn’t want him to know that his answer did something to her.

“Too bad.” She sighed. “If only you would have been nicer, perhaps you could have a chance.”

“Perhaps, I could maybe change your mind.” He exclaimed.

“I highly doubt that, but have fun trying.” She laughed before walking away.

He wasn’t usually the kind of guy to go after a girl who didn’t seem too keen on him, but tonight, he was going to take on her challenge. Now, it was only a matter of how to do it without being a douche.

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“You’re evil with the guy.” Louis laughed as Julie joined him. “Just give the poor guy a break. He is going through a rough patch. Niall just told me about it.”

“He was still not nice when we first met. If he actually wants me, I’m sure he can get creative about how to make it happen.” She smiled.

“Oh you want him to take up the challenge.” Louis exclaimed. “God, it must be hard for you to play hard to get when you would probably have gone with it if he had just said the right words.”

“Perhaps, but still, I never had a guy fighting for my attention. It could be fun.” She shrugged.

“Love, if you want a guy to fight for you, you have to open your fucking damn heart for it, because let me tell you that a guy fighting for you only to get you into his bed is not really fighting for you.” Louis argued.

Perhaps he was right, but she had no intention of getting serious with a guy for she would take what she could. She watched around the room for Liam and saw him talking with some people but his eyes were still set on her. He sent her a mischievous smile.

“But may I just add something?” He added as she turned back her attention of him. “Don’t play with him. Be up front with him about what you want.”

Julie felt like Louis’ demand was hiding something. Perhaps something he learned about Liam, but she doubted that Liam was looking for a commitment at the moment anyways. No string attached sex was all she could offer him and she believed he wasn’t going to have any protest about it.

“Louis, I’m always honest about what I want with the guys I sleep with.” She stated. “But don’t worry, I won’t play with him.”

He smiled at her before hugging her.

[dvoz-alternate]

Hit by the Christmas Love Train

For: @soundofseventeen​

In the spirit of the Christmas season I give you this!!

Word count: 2k+

Song listened and also used in the story: Underneath the Tree by Kelly Clarkson

Can I ask for the “character A slowly falls in love with character B over the course of several years, realization hits them that they’ve been in love with B for a long time hits them like a truck” trope with Joshua please? :) I can’t wait to see what you come up with!!!!

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You have been there since the very beginning. Tied at the hip with your best friend Joshua Hong. Birthdays were shared, movie nights spent at one of your houses, the heartbreaks one of you might have had, and finally you were even there to support and say goodbye to Joshua as he decided to become an idol. 

You discovered your love for Joshua back in middle school. It was during your break period and you could finally feel spring in the air. You and Joshua were under a cherry blossom tree planted on campus, and Joshua was showing you a new song he had learned on his guitar. The light that managed to seep through the holes in the leaves illuminating his features. You fell in love with how happy and at peace he looked while showing you what he learned. You didn’t tell him about your crush in fear that you’d lose him as your best friend, and at the time he started to like someone else so you kept your lips sealed. Let’s just say that your crush never went away.

After graduating high school was when Joshua told he was going to try to be an idol. You always knew it was his dream so you being the supporting best friend, you swallowed your feelings and helped him get ready. 

You make the long distance work between the two of you as you both go around doing your own thing. With the seventeen hour time difference you check up on each other through FaceTime or texts as one person is getting ready for bed and the other is waking up. Even with both of you being busy with college and superstardom you have made your friendship last. 

On one of your visits Jeonghan managed to figure out that you had a crush on your best friend. You made him swear not to tell a living soul, and so far he has kept his promise. 

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“So you are coming to visit the dorms during your break right?” Joshua’s voice through your phone. Placing it between your ear and shoulder you folded a shirt with a roll of your eyes but a smile still on your face. “I’m packing my bags right now. You know you didn’t have to pay for my plane ticket though right?” “If it forces you to come spend time with me in person for the first time in over a year then yes I will be buying your plane ticket. I need a refill on my (Y/N) hugs.” You couldn’t suppress your laugh as you finished packing. Looking at the clock on your nightstand you sighed, “You just had to pick the earliest flight to Seoul didn’t you?” “The earlier the flight the sooner I get to see you.” You could hear his smile over the phone. Pulling your phone from your ear you put it on speaker so you could close your suitcase. A loud thud was heard on Joshua’s side followed by rapid footsteps and shouting. “Is that (Y/N), the light of my life?!” “Yes Jeonghan it’s (Y/N).” You could imagine Joshua shoving Jeonghan’s face away from the phone, and you giggled at their antics. “Hi Hannie!” “Hi (Y/N)! I can’t wait to see you!” “Likewise. Hey Josh, I need to get going so I can sleep before my ridiculously early flight in the morning,” You told him getting ready to hang up. “Alright, keep me updated. Good night!” “Night.” Clicking the end call button you tossed your phone onto your bed before flopping on your back onto the mattress.

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Stretching your arms above your head you yawned, before grabbing your carry on from the overhead bin. Finally I can stretch my legs. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes you walked out of the flight gate making your way to arrivals. Pulling out your phone you sent Joshua a message letting him know that you landed safely, and that you couldn’t wait to see them him. Pocketing your phone you shrugged the straps of your backpack up higher before seeing a handmade sign with your name on it. You weren’t expecting anyone to pick you up from the airport, especially not thirteen men dressed in either hats or hoods with face masks.

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Joshua had been pacing around the arrivals moving between the bench and the flight schedule board while twelve other members sat in chairs. They didn’t give him a choice of picking you up on his own. It was an all or none deal so really Joshua’s hands were tied, and he knew you’d love seeing all of them. As he was walking past the flight schedule one more time he noticed that your flight finally said landed. “Her flight is here!” Joshua exclaimed, hurrying back to the others who were either talking or on their phones. It had been so long since he had seen you in person and he was giddy. That got the group’s attention as they all sprang from the chairs. Hearing his phone ding he saw the text from you, and smiled as he put his phone back into his pocket. Seungkwan unraveled the large banner that they all made and it was big enough for all thirteen of them to hold. Joshua watched as you walked through the gate pushing the hair out of your face as you looked up from the floor. Your shared videos call didn’t do you justice. His heart fluttered seeing you again, but he brushed it off thinking it was just excitement to see you again. His eyes crinkled as he smiled behind his mask watching your face morph from confusion to elation as you recognized them. Abandoning his spot with Seventeen he engulfed you in a large hug before being swamped by the others. 

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“You didn’t have to pick me up from the airport,” you laughed finally feeling like you were home in Joshua’s embrace. “Do you honestly think I wouldn’t pick up my best friend?” Joshua booped your nose with his finger. You shake your head to hide the slight fall of your smile as you were called “best friend”, but you had come to terms with that, and covered it with a laugh. “Come on, I’m still tired and I can’t wait to go back to sleep,” you shoved his shoulder as you went to give everyone else a proper hug. 

After grabbing your luggage from the baggage claim you walked out to the parked van outside listening to the guys fill you in on things you have missed since your last visit (even though you hear a lot of it during your video calls with them). You sat on Josh’s lap on the way to the dorms, and he noticed that you had started to nod off. Smiling he gently laid your head on his shoulder and wrapped you securely in his arms. Whatever it was this felt right to him having you this close to him. 

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“It’s Christmas Eve! Let’s get the dorm looking like Santa let with reindeer have free reign of the place!” Seungkwan shouted jumping from his spot on the couch. “It would be pretty fun and we can watch a Christmas movie or something,” Seungcheol added nodding his head. “Ooh! (Y/N)! Will you make your famous cookies?” Chan asked giving you a bright smile which is one you couldn’t say no to. “Hmm,” you rubbed your chin thinking about it teasingly. “I guess that’s a possibility, but only!” you pointed at Chan, “Only if I get some help from a few of you. You all eat like you haven’t eaten in days.” “Deal!” Chan and Jeonghan called dibs to working with you making cookies, and you laughed watching the antics continue unraveling before you. Patting Joshua’s shoulder you removed your legs from his lap as you stood up moving into the dorm’s kitchen followed by Chan, Jeonghan and Seokmin. With that everyone started getting busy pulling out decorations, lining door frames with tinsel and poinsettias. 

Looking through the cupboards you pulled out various dry goods with the bowls and spoons you had the boys pull out. “Lights! Tinsel! Music!” Someone shouted from the living room and it really started to feel like the holidays. You had you just put the first batch of cookies into the oven and started the timer when you were spun around. Looking up you realized you had been twirled into Jeonghan’s chest who now was leading you in a silly, kitchen waltz. Seokmin and Chan were laughing as you all sang the Christmas song that was playing from the speakers. The smell of homemade cookies had started wafting through the dorm making it feel a lot more homey for the thirteen boys.

Joshua had finished helping Hansol and Mingyu string up lights on the fake tree that the company had brought up for them, when he heard the extra giggles coming from the kitchen. “Should we go check out what’s happening in there?” Hansol asked throwing a thumb over his shoulder. “For scientific purposes I think we should,” Joshua laughed as he trailed behind the two hiphop members. Standing in the entryway smiles broke out on the three new members faces as they watched the four of you dance like children and using spoons as microphones having your own mini concert in the kitchen. Joshua’s heart flutter as he watched you act goofy with his friends, it was at this moment he knew that he didn’t see you as a friend anymore. Your eyes met and you teasingly curled a finger at Joshua to join you. Taking offering he grabbed your hands swaying side to side as you belted out the lyrics to the song that was playing. “I can’t believe we weren’t invited to this!?” Jun shouted above the noise as others began to dance with each other in the increasingly crowded kitchen space. 

With the cookies done the last thing that needed to be done was decorating the tree, and that was something everyone did together. Jihoon was handing you red swirled ornaments to hang on the tree and you were using a calculated eye to determine where to place the one in your hand. Finding a perfect spot higher on the tree you stood up on your tiptoes still unable to reach the desired spot. Joshua noticed your struggle and came up behind you, one hand on your waist and the other gently taking the ornament and placing it for you. Your cheeks warmed feeling his hand placed so intimately and his chest pressed against your back. “I think I have finally figured out what I want for Christmas,” Joshua breathed out. “And what might that be?” you asked turning slowly to face him. “You’re everything I need underneath the tree,” Joshua told you reciting the lyrics to the song you were both dancing to earlier. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest at his words. Is this even real? 

Jeonghan had seen the way Joshua had looked at you in the kitchen, and it was different from how he usually looked at you. It was no longer “this is my best friend and I love them look” no this was “I think I am in love with you”. Using the opportunity to attach a mistletoe to a rod and string Jeonghan held it above both of you giving the two of you that little shove you needed. 

Noticing something swing above your vision you both looked up seeing the white flowered plant. “Would you look at that,” Joshua laughed shaking his head. “I mean… it is the rules right?” you shrug your shoulders slightly smiling up at him. “It is the rules,” Joshua repeated leaning down to your face. Closing your eyes you felt soft lips touch yours. Wolf whistles ruined the moment causing you both to pull away rather reluctantly. Resting his forehead against your own Joshua chuckled. Whispering you closed your eyes, “You’re my home Josh.” “I’m your home,” Joshua pulled you in close to his chest hugging you tight. Breathing in his scent deeply you relaxed, “Merry Christmas Josh.” “Merry Christmas (Y/N),” he told you kissing the top of your head.

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masterlist

[twi-sight2020]

Bella gets asked to the “Girl’s Choice Dance”  more times then I’ve read Twilight

After the first paragraph of this chapter, we skip forward a month, and learn that Bella has been dreaming about Edward almost every night,Which, when this book came out, was also my life experience so....#relatable? Tyler has become the newest member of Bella’s group of stalkers friends, and Mike and Eric are not happy about it, come to think of it, neither is Bella. Nor is she happy with herself when she realizes that no one else is paying this much attention to Edward. Poor girl even calls herself pathetic. Which, I mean, who hasn’t had a crush like that? That all consuming, wanna see them constantly, almost feel like an idiot for caring so much kind of crush? Sure, sometimes Bella’s fixation with Edward can be annoying but...she’s a teenager, that’s pretty much how first loves tend to hit us.  Of course, her fixation is probably made worse by the fact that Edward is back to ignoring Bella again, even when they are in biology together. Which, Edward, honey, maybe acting like someone with a huge secret....not the best way to convince her that you’re perfectly normal? I mean, I know you’re permanently stuck as a teenager but...you’d think after all these years you would have read a few mystery book and learned how not to act like a suspicious lil shit. Jessica calls dibs to ask Mike to a dance, but he turns her down to ...ask Bella if she was planning on asking him. Which, she’s clearly shown no interest in him in a romantic sense ever but....hey, who hasn’t held out false hope once in a while? Bella gracefully makes up an excuse to get out of the date, and the dance, by making plans to go to Seattle for the weekend. Edward....stares at her during the convo and then the two have the weirdest conversation in which he says he’s “Not really” talking to her again, and it’s “better” they aren’t friends.  Again, Edward, STOP ACTING SUSPICIOUS IF YOU DON’T WANT PEOPLE BEING SUSPICIOUS.”Bella then accuses him of regretting saving her life and Edward becomes a little piss ant and stalks off until he shows up again in the parking lot, that’s when date attempt #3 happens, but first, #2. This time, the boy  doesn’t even bother playing subtle, with Eric flat out ASKING HER TO GIRL’S CHOICE. What the hell, Eric?  Like, come on, who does that? Bella makes the Seattle excuse and FINALLY makes it to her truck, but gets stuck behind Edward. Amusingly, she thinks about ramming his car which, considering his been a jerk....can’t say I blame the thought crossing her mind.  During the traffic jam, Tyler shows up and ....ask her to ask him to the dance. JESUS, not trying to go on one of my feminist rants this early on but...fucking high school boys, let the girls have this ONE THING. Then, THEN, he flat out admits that Mike told him she had plans, but he’d hoped she was just letting him down easy. THEN, he is all “It’s ok, we have prom”  Like dude, what an absolute creep. Bella gets home and cooks, and then comes to the conclusion that Edward is avoiding her because he doesn’t want to lead her on which....honestly, for a normal High school guy, it actually makes sense. Of course we know Edward is far from normal but.....Bella hasn’t got the full jist of that yet.  She tells her dad he’s going to Seattle, Charlie.... sorta tries to parent but Bella pushes that away pretty quick. and convinces him that she’ll be fine in Seattle and that, no, she doesn’t want to go to the dance.  The next day, Edward shows up leaning against her car, and explains that he literally caused the jam yesterday to “give Tyler a chance.” Which he, of course finds incredibly funny. Bella storms off, and Edward then offers to drive her to Seattle.  Bella is-understandably- incredibly confused since Edward literally told her the day before how they shouldn’t be friends. at first he says it’s because  her trick is bad for the environment which, look at that, and guy who cares about the planet possibly because his ass will survive global warming. Then,when Bella calls him on being a hypocrite, He HAS TO RUIN IT  with the “I’m tired of staying away from you” line which , GDI, even make cynical ass me awwww a little bit. Because, yea he’s went about this ALL the wrong ways, but.... you gotta feel sorry for him. And....yea, I’d swoon at a line like that, even if I’d still wanna punch him a little bit. Alright guys, that’s the end of chapter 4, we are...84 pages in (in the paperback if anyone is interested)  Until Next time, Stay safe 

[jcmorrigan]

Valentine’s Day F/O Letter

For the event hosted by @nougatships​ and @megane-shipping​! I decided to write a letter to Giovanni Potage from EE because I am love him SO MUCH right now. Anyway, it got kinda long, so most of it will be under a cut.

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Hi Gio,

             This is the first time I’ve ever really written anything of length to you. To any of the ones I love this way, really. Beginnings are hard. There’s so much I want to say, and I’m not sure where to even start. So let’s get the basics out of the way: how are you doing? Successful heists lately? Epic tales of villainy I simply must know about?

           I’ve been fine. Life’s boring, as usual. I would say I don’t even know how you put up with it, but I’ve seen your couch-potato side, so that’s not really a big mystery. I like that. I like that you’re equally up for breaking the mold with some adventure and just…kicking it. (Wow. That’s some old slang. When’s the last time anyone said “kicking it”? Me. Just now.)

           So as for the reason I’m writing this letter…I think it’s best if I just begin in chronological order. So you and I both know you’re not the only one in my heart, and I’m glad you respect this. There’s a time, a place, and an AU for you, and it doesn’t make you any less special. But I’m always stunned when I look back at how we met. The others, it took time to realize I loved them, and how much they meant to me. But you? You broke through that fuckin’ museum wall, and I KNEW you were my type. If you want the receipts, I have the Discord chat of when I was talking to my friend while watching you and screaming about how much I wanted to cuddle you. (LISTEN. I KNOW THAT WAS FORWARD. I’M SORRY FOR BEING A CREEP. SOMETIMES I’M A STALKER.) …Actually, the exact words were when my friend, knowing you were my type, said “If he were any further up your alley, he’d be at your house” and I said “He could come to my house anytime” and I’m sorry your girlfriend is such a creep.

           I haven’t felt that instant…fall that many times in my life. The last time I can remember it, it was for someone real. As in who originates in my world. I think you’ve figured out that sometimes, I compare you to him. That chase went on such a runaround…with men, my whole life after him, I’ve thought of them as goals to achieve. I got the attention of the hot one! Yay! Finally! Now he can love me and all of my little quirks, even though I’m super boring! And I’m not saying that’s incredibly wrong. I’ve made some good relationships that way, actually. (All fictional, of course.)

           But you…what struck me is how much I wanted to be with you for your sake. Not mine. Not to bandy about getting you to notice me, or playing the tsundere game, or worrying I’m not good enough. Sure, I like a slowburn and a good confession, but I really just wanted to be close to you because you made me smile. You had a good sense of humor, you have that unbreakable lighthearted confidence I adore…you’re a little bit of an idiot, but in the absolute best way possible (and you have emotional smarts where I don’t). And on that note! You’re one of the nicest guys I know! Even if you are the bad guy.

           Which was kind of the two-hit combo that slayed me. I have a villain problem. You know this. I know this. I wasn’t sure how to handle it. Some days, I want to be a villain, myself, and have the freedom to do what I want, take revenge on those I feel wronged me, take whatever my heart desires, just not have to live by the RULES anymore. But some days, I become acutely aware of my conscience. Could I ever be a real villain? Could I actually steal? Could I KILL? I think about the people I’d hurt, and I don’t wanna do that. I now know that depending on the situation, I can laugh with the sinners and cry with the saints. (Little Billy Joel for ya.) But with you, I know I don’t really have to…pick. You let me be me, and you let me have that freedom of just…doing bad things that are against the rules. And it feels AWESOME. But then, we never really take it too far, and we still have our friendships, our standards, our moral codes, our etiquette. Basically, you’ll let me be the good guy, too, and you’re just a sweetie pie. Some days, I need to toe the line more; some days, I need to shed blood. But you let me suspend in between, getting the best of both worlds.

           And all this is why I think…maybe you’re my favorite out of all of them. It makes me feel guilty to love you best when I’ve given my heart to two others, and who knows where it will stop? But it’s you I find myself thinking of most often. You who I’d have fun with. You who’d make me smile. You who I’d want to make smile.

           Also, I realized lately. I don’t get jealous over you, not like I thought I would. I like seeing you depicted with other partners, the Blasters or other selfshippers/OCs. I love when I meet someone else who had the good enough taste to fall for you! If you want to invite Crusher or Spike or anyone else you like to be part of this…I know you have enough love for all of us. We can all be happy together. Just say the word!

           Knowing you would support me emotionally no matter what is touching. I’ve relied on you for a lot. I’ve done scary grown-up government stuff while listening to your theme. I invited you to the crew that would go on that flight with me because I hate airplanes so much, and I knew you would give me amazing distraction-cuddles (though I suspect you, also, fear the airplane, and if I’m right about that, I admire you so much for not letting it show). There are times I…really hate myself, or feel worthless. Especially because I have so much trouble validating myself. But I know you’d just put a hand on my shoulder and tell me it’s going to be all right before inviting me to slip on some ski masks and pretty supervillain clothes so we can go hijack sugar cookies from the bakery. (Pink for you. You always have dibs on the pink ones! I haven’t forgotten! And blue for me <3)

           The adventures we’ve been on in my imagination…the walks around Twilight Town (YEAH YEAH I KNOW WRONG WORK OF FICTION), snuggling up in your knitted blankets (which are SO SOFT), making my villainess dress together, the first kiss on the rooftop, dancing like idiots, THE HEISTS…it all makes me really happy. You remind me that I don’t necessarily have to “grow up” to be a grown-up. And, I mean, I knew that, but you make sure I REALLY know that. (Speaking of which, don’t you love how if you add the two of us parents’-basement-dwellers together, you probably end up with one [1] functioning adult?)

           I also really have to thank you for being accepting of my asexuality. I’m always scared it will push others away. They say men only want one thing, right? And I am unfortunately attracted to men. Yaaaaay me. But there are big exceptions to the rule, and you’ve always been the one to say “Fuck gender roles!” I feel like when I’m with you, I never have to worry that you’ll be wanting something I can’t give you.

           In return, I will accept you no matter your body, your identity. I’ve run into a couple different takes on you, but they’re all you.

           I guess that brings me to the hard part of this. This is going public, so I don’t know how specific I want to get. But there was a very powerful force that suggested I couldn’t see you through my own eyes. That no one could do so. It almost tore us apart. I thought it was my moral obligation to let you go. I thought loving you would mean taking a stand on the wrong side and hurting my friends. I thought that what would happen is that every time I thought of you, I would be reminded of ugly truths and harsh realities.

           But after two days, I missed you so much. It was a good wake-up call to know this relationship wasn’t completely baggage-free, and it reminded me that I have many characters in my life who I want to give my attention, but it also proved to me that if I tried to let you go…I would have to physically push you away instead, and in the end, I couldn’t do it. I think back all the time to how good of a brother-dad-mentor-figure you were to Molly, and how you got worried about Fred’s astigmatism, and how I was sure you’d get along with so many of the characters who already made up my world, and how this spoke to your heart. Oh, and also, I needed your dumb ass to say loitering in front of a truck was a valid crime. (Please don’t ever loiter in front of a truck. I’m begging you.) I need you to show me how easily you shift from Grandma Mode to Knife Mode with your knitting needle, to be proud of the way you season your soup attacks, to keep making your own capes, to insist on the benefits of wielding a bat with a fucking knife taped to it, to jet your friends to safety when they’re afraid of such things as fire and traitor bears.

           Whatever comes of all that, I hope there can still be a space for us. You and me. And I’m confident it will happen, now. It already is happening. Because I know that you’d just want me to be happy, no matter where you fell on the issue that began it. And you love and respect my friends, too. I know you see us as our own little group of villains and co-minions and talk about us like we’re an evil team that has to take care of each other, and that’s…honestly so cute. Too bad I’m terrible at putting your words to work. Maybe one day. When I learn how to find the approval I seek without fighting it out of people. But I think that was the moment it went from a crush to actually loving you. When I saw how you would do that with Molly. With everyone. Make sure they knew how valid they were. I…feel bad that I haven’t been able to live up to this lately. Like I’ve failed you. But I can always try again, right? That’s what you’d want me to do! And I do improve on things every day. One day, the minion will surpass her villain (but still stay around with you because that’s what we do)! I hope I can support you in the same way – that when you have things that trouble your mind, that I can help you feel better and get you toward a solution to the problem.

           I know I’m safe with you, and I want to keep you safe, too. I know how much you’d put on the line to defend me, and I just want to protect you from all of the bad in your world – from snooty Vice Principals who call their armies to beat you up (I’m still SO SORRY you went through that!), from the law chasing you away from all that’s familiar, from all the insults and mockery that could ever come your way. I want to stand before you like a shield. To gather the troops of the other characters I know and form a protection squad around you. To make you smile. (Even if you are really, really cute when you cry. Look, I’m not gonna beat around the bush – I do love getting to comfort you. It SUCKS that you have to go through the hard times, but I like…being there. I hope that doesn’t make a sadist of me. Yeah, yeah, I know, that’s an overreaction.)

           By the way, I’m kinda sorry for not ordering the lobster bisque at the pub in the airport. I was gonna because of you! But I chickened out! And that salmon I got instead was REALLY good, okay? But it’s a double whammy because I had JUST found out the soup place in the mall closed and I need to make up for this. There will be soup!

           (As of the most recent draft, I had a horrid stomachache last Sunday, and chicken soup was all I could eat for most of the day. I thought of you. Though yours would’ve been better than Campbell’s and we both know it.)

           Fun fact: you are dating a silly, sappy lady. I keep thinking back to this letter – I drafted it once, then went back and added things, and here I am saying I ALMOST mailed this without talking up your looks. Which is probably a good thing because it means I’m primarily with you for your personality, but everyone deserves to feel like they look nice, so here goes: I love your silly, sly smirk. I love your cute little fangies. I love your untamed pink hair. I love when I can see just how deep-pink your eyes are. I love how much of a beanpole you are, and how much taller you are than me (even if it does mean you can’t carry me bridal-style for more than thirty seconds). I love how innocent you can look, and how you can look the absolute OPPOSITE of innocent when you want to. I love the way your face lights up when you’re happy about something, or when you’re being cocky. I love the way you wear your emotions on your sleeve, and I can always see how you feel just by looking (I’m bad at body language and reading between lines, after all). Do not ever doubt that is one handsome man looking back at you from the other side of the mirror! Because I could just watch your smile for so long, unbroken, you don’t even know.

           Thank you for being you. Thank you for letting me be me. Thank you for the fact that we’re our silly selves and we can be grown-ups without growing up in the gray space between good and evil. I can’t wait to see you more – in your own story, where I’m not; in the story just for us, in our own little timeline; in the TBTCverse Twilight Town where we are hounded by complex crossover lore; in the beautiful art everyone draws of you; in any other universe that may bring us together.

           And someday, the time might come that we have to part ways romantically. I’m not looking forward to that. I’m really not. I hope it doesn’t happen. But someday, we might not have the chemistry anymore, or you might find someone better, or I might have to put more focus in what I guess is the “real world.” If that day comes, I hope we can still be friends and mean something to each other. Zucchinis/QPPs, preferably. But if we have to be more distant…just so that I can think of you, and you can think of me, and we’ll both treasure those memories.

           I love you, Giovanni. Or should I say “Boss”?

 Sincerely, with all my heart,

Rachel “Composer” Scribere/Inlustris

(P.S. I wasn’t sure which universe’s last name I should put, seeing as I obviously am not going to write my last name in THIS world, so there, have both the ones you know me as.)

(P.P.S. “If there’s a place that I could be, then I’d be another memory. Can I be the only hope for you? Because you’re the only hope for me.” ~MCR, “The Only Hope for Me Is You,” Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys)

[multiseries-imagines-blog]

Welcome to Hawkins

Request: Yes Pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader Warning: implied smut, not really any just a mention

A/N: this was a request but I thought it would also be great to combine it with the 1.2K writing challenge @dacremontgomerylover has, so this is what it came out. I have wanted to write for Billy for a while and this is my first piece of work I have done for him so I hope you enjoy this x

Words: 1.3k

Billy Hargrove with a shy reader who wants him to feel welcome in Hawkins but is super nervous around him. She breaks into his locker to leave him some "welcoming" cookies.

14. “you´re so cute”

45. “I made them for you”

part II

You have lived your entire life in the small town of Hawkins. Always loved the familiar and kind surroundings; the forests full with brown leaves in the autumn and bright green ones on summer. You loved the familiarity between the villagers, you all knew each other since it wasn´t a big town; so whenever you had visitors, it was quick and easy to know.

Everyone had their part in the small town; Hopper was the chief, Jonathan was known as the photographer, Nancy was the intelligent one, Steve was the popular kid, and you? You were the sweet and innocent girl. You were known for your welcoming desserts or foods, always taking either one of those to the new resident. You had made a casserole when the Anderson´s moved into your house next to yours and you also made an upside down cake for Brooks. You were sweet to everyone, never losing your nerves or getting into any type of drama.

You were always willing to help in whatever way you could, so whenever the school made a dance you were a chaperone, or when the school needed funding to fix the gym you raised the money by making a desserts sales. You were Hawkins sweetheart in everyone´s eyes.

So one day you were walking your dog, Cooper, around the neighborhood. This was something you always did on Sundays, right before you went for dinner with your family. It was kind of a tradition, all your family would gather to have some fancy diner, play some games and then go back home to get ready for school the following day. When you were walking back home along with Cooper you saw a moving truck right outside the Anderson´s house, which had been on sale for three months now. The Anderson´s were really nice neighbors; they were a lovely married couple with two young daughters who brought joy to the neighbor.

Your neighbor wasn´t the fanciest or the funniest to be in, actually everyone who lived in it has at least some grandchildren. So when you saw a beautiful blue Camaro parked right in front of the doorway you got excited. It meant that someone around your age was moving in, and not to offend any of the older but you got bored easily around the area. You were excited to go knock on the door and meet the new family, offer your help in the moving in but Cooper had other plans for you. He somehow got free from his leash and ran away, you following right after him, trying to catch him before he got lost. When you finally caught the small animal, you went straight home, tired from all the running.

The following day you got up like every other school day, you took a shower, brushed your teeth and got dressed. This time you had put a little more detail to your outfit, excited to meet the new guy or girl that was going to attend your school. Your outfit consisted on some high waisted clear jeans and a bright yellow t-shirt along with some white sneakers. You took your backpack, which you had prepared the night before and put in the container you filled with some cookies. Soon enough you were walking my way to school.

When you arrived to school you began to look for any unfamiliar face, it was not that hard to know when you had a new student around, and the cheerleaders that went pass you confirmed it.

“Oh my god. Have you seen the new hottie?” Megan said, dramatically bringing her hand to her chest

“Have you seen his ass?” said Sophie

“I´m calling dibs” said Megan

“That´s not fair” this time it was Jessica

“He flirted with me” Megan did a hair flip trying to bring herself some attention

“I´m pretty sure a smile is not flirting but whatever”

And then they were gone. You now knew you were looking for a male figure but he was still nowhere to be seen. The bell rang and you sighed, making your way to your history class. You were not a nerd but you enjoyed listening and paying attention to the lesson so that you had less work to do when you arrived home. The class went by pretty calm, no signs of the new guy. You took notes and did an assignment with Steve who was sitting next to you on the table.

“Have you met the new guy?” you asked him

“Yes, he´s an ass” Steve responded with an eye roll

“Are you sure? He´s new, maybe he´s just nervous”

“Or you just try to see all the good in everyone…”

Steve and you continued to do the assignment. When the bell rang you decided to go look for Nancy, maybe she could help you find the new guy. But as you approach Nancy´s locker you saw someone you couldn´t recognize.  As you got closer you scanned him, he was wearing some jeans, a white shirt and a demin jacket, his blonde hair styled in a mullet, his curls falling in the back of his neck and the top of his shoulders. You stood behind him and cleared your throat in order to bring his attention but he didn´t seem to notice you. So you tapped his shoulder. He was fairly higher than you and when he turned around you felt intimidated. He just stayed still, staring at you and waiting for you to say something.

“Hello, I´m y/n. I noticed you´re new and thought I would come by and introduce myself and welcome youo to Hawkins”

You smiled but he seemed confused, intrigued by your sudden actions. No one in the town had the guts to come and introduce themselves; he had already made himself a reputation when he began a fight with no other than Steve Harrington, the popular one. It was just a stupid fight which got out of hands, one to establish his dominance in the new school.

Billy checked you out, he thought you were extremely beautiful and your innocent vibe gave him chills. From that moment he knew he was going to have you, one way or another, wreck that innocence of yours. He laid his back on his locker and stared at you.

“Hey, I´m Billy, Billy Hargrove” his voice went one octave down and smiled at you

“I made them for you... for you and your family” you said while taking the container with cookies out of you bag, handing it to him

“You´re so cute” he said while taking the container in his hands

He took one out, looking at you straight on the eye while taking a bite. You were expectant to see if he liked them so you stayed there, not catching the whole flirting thing since no one had ever tried to seduce you before.

“Do you like them?”

Billy was shocked and confused as to why you weren´t begging to be on his bed already, he didn´t think you could be that oblivious to the situation.

“They are really good” he did that characteristic smirk while licking his lips in order to get the attention that he wanted.

But the bell rang, indicating the end of the break and taking your mind from his actions and to worrying you would be late. Billy didn´t seem to care about being punctual to his class.

“I´m glad you liked them. I noticed we live in the same neighborhood so if you ever need help with anything, me and my family are more than glad to help you. I´ll see you around”

You gave Billy a smile and left. The blue-eyed guy stayed there, against his locker, wondering why you didn´t catch his flirting, if it was on purpose or you were unaware of his seduction. And the fact that you had completely ignored him, made him even more curious about you, more interested in getting to you.

[demaury]

Game On – High School AU | Enemies-to-friends-to-lovers AU (chap.2)

Ten years after his father shipped him off to boarding school, Jude is back to Los Angeles for his senior year. As it turns out, relinking with his childhood friend isn’t nearly as hard as it is to deal with his almost estranged father.

Zero is the typical high school heartthrob and a basketball prodigy on the way to make a name for himself. Everything should be easy, but years in foster care and physical abuse don’t make for the smoothest reunion with former teen-mom  and her perfect family.

Really. They have a lot on their plate already.

Falling in love was not supposed to be an option. (read on ao3)

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“You didn’t have to scare that poor kid.”

“He shouldn’t have fucking stared at me.”

“He was peeing.”

“Whatever,” Zero retorted grumpily as they made their way to their usual table.

Today though, he deeply hated that this table was located right in the middle of the Cafeteria. He could feel the glances of people on him as they walked by, and he clutched the water bottle tightly in his hands as a means to keep himself from bursting one way or another.

“Ladies and gents, our resident defendant,” Terrence drawled, sliding an arm around his shoulders as they hovered by their table.

“I’m gonna smash your fucking head, you know that, right?” Zero gritted, shoving him away.

Terrence laughed. It wasn’t his goddamn spot on the Basketball team that had been left hanging for half a week, Zero thought bitterly. He was about to fire off something again when his eyes traveled to the other end of the table, raking over the stranger sitting next to Kyle — who he was practically sure he had never seen around before. It was only when he met a pair of hazel eyes that his certainty vanished.

Hold on.

He knew that face.

He knew that face, and those eyes. Worse, he just knew that subtle ‘I’m-much-better-than-you’ aura emanating from him. It was there, written in the way he cocked an eyebrow, look at him straight in the eye, even to sit at their table like he had always been there.

“Well, well. Isn’t that Kinkade?” Zero said, forcing his voice to sound casual.

Zero could’ve sworn Jude’s eyebrow twitched just a little.

“Wow, you finally got bigger after all,” Kinkade replied simply.

The audacity.

What the hell was he doing here? He had left like, a thousand years ago, for God knows where. His eyes snapped back to Raquel when she started talking, reminding him that there was an actual world around him.

“Jude got transferred here from boarding school,” she said.

Zero smirked triumphantly. “Lemme guess, they got tired of you and kicked you out?”

“Why, is that something you’re familiar with?” Kinkade fired back, casually opening his soda can.

There was a sudden silence around the table as everyone just stared at them. Zero, for his part, was looking right at Kinkade, hoping to look less dumbfounded than he felt. Okay, no. He wasn’t in the mood for this. No way. Not happening.

Zero glared, the bottle crumpling in his hand ever so slightly. “Okay, yeah, that was nice. Anyway, some of us happen to have stuff to do, so I’ll see you guys around,” he articulated coldly.

He spun around and offered his back to his friends calling him out, already striding towards the exit when Kyle’s voice echoed closer. He barely glanced behind his shoulder, and welcomed the cool breeze that hit his face as he walked out with relief.

“Ducky, wait,” she protested, catching up to him. “What the hell was that? Are you okay?”

“Couldn’t be better,” Zero retorted, and he huffed a groan of protest when she proceeded to drag him towards the football field instead.

“I thought your spot on the team was safe?” she pointed out as they dropped themselves onto the empty bleachers.

“It is.”

“Then what’s the matter with you?” Kyle insisted, crossing her legs carefully as she faced him.

Kyle hadn’t worn anything but skirts since that one freaking day in middle school when Derek, Terrence and he had the genius idea to piss her off by stating that she wasn’t ‘a real girl’, just because she had been hanging out with them ever since third grade. No amount of apologizing could convince her to go back to jeans, and it had made being her male best friend a real pain in the ass when other guys had suddenly started to notice her.

He clenched his jaw and stared into the distance. “People are talking, and I hate that.”

“Maybe you should have avoided turning the Homecoming dance into a boxing match then.”

“First of all, that’s freaking rude coming from the one person who said Abramson deserved it,” Zero snapped.

She shrugged, unapologetic, and it made her blond hair bounce on her shoulders. “He did deserve it. I don’t take it well whenever somebody disrespects my best friend.” Zero snorted. “I’m just saying that it’s probably the most exciting thing most people will see this year. Two hotties fighting over one girl during Homecoming? That’s gold.”

He groaned in response, burying his hands in his jean pockets. “She keeps calling…and texting.”

“Did you talk to her?” Kyle asked carefully.

He shook his head. He hadn’t actually talked to Sadie since the moment she told him she was getting something to drink during the Homecoming night. Five minutes later, realization had hit with the strength of a truck launched at full-speed when he had gathered that the ‘Trav’ that she had been so keen on texting last summer wasn’t actually one of her cousins, but Travis Abramson, one of those no-brainer footballers.

If only they had merely talked.

He wanted to throw up.

“Great,” Kyle said. “I think it’s for the best, actually.”

Zero glanced at her, annoyed.

“For the best?” he deadpanned.

It had never been a mystery that Kyle didn’t like most of the girls he had been dating (she hadn’t liked the ones who had dated Derek and Terrence much either though). But still, It wasn’t like he had been waiting for her approval or he’d have died a virgin before it happened.

“You’ve never liked Sadie,” he retorted.

“Of course not!” Kyle exclaimed. “Look, I don’t mean to tell you ‘I told you so’, but-”

“Don’t you dare,” Zero glared at her, and she shrugged, pouting. “I don’t want to talk to her, and I don’t want to talk about her. Capiche?”

“Fine, fine,” she sighed, raising her hands in surrender.

There was a brief silence and Zero mentally started counting the seconds. She couldn’t keep quiet more than thirty seconds in a row anyway. He was reaching twenty-three when she suddenly turned her face to him and stopped staring at the grass.

“Have you seen Kinkade?” she asked, thoughtfully. “He got big too. I wonder what’s with you guys.”

Zero gave it a thought. Honestly, he had almost forgotten about that not-so-very-pleasant encounter with Jude ‘ever-so-perfect’ Kinkade. Just thinking about it made him frown. “Did you know he was coming back?”

“Nah. We found him this morning, all by himself. He looked totally lost,” Kyle said casually, tugging at her blond hair. “He’s cute, a real hottie now. I think Raquel’s definitely gonna call dibs on him.”

Zero cocked an eyebrow and huffed a laugh. “You’ve hung out way too much with us,” he stated, just as the faint echo of the bell rang for the next period, drowned by Kyle’s offended protests as they made their way back inside.

*

You’d think that being a 6’3” varsity basketball player was enough to deal with an ex-girlfriend, but apparently it was not, because Zero had found himself warily watching his surroundings between each period all morning, in order to avoid the familiar strawberry-blond head of Sadie every time he had to leave a classroom.

The only good thing, so far, was that their schedules hardly matched at all, which had been a real bother for the past month when they were still dating, but was now a sincere relief. Unless she decided to risk being late for her own classes, Zero knew for fact that Sadie was generally on the other side of the school pretty much all day long. That didn’t stop the judgmental looks he received from her various friends with whom he ended up sharing courses, but that he could deal with (he was very, very good at glaring anyway).

Last period ended and he regretted once more that someone, a long time ago, had decided that Basketball was a winter sport. It meant that they wouldn’t start practice for another month at least. Sure, he could practice with Wall and Roman in the meantime, like they had done for months now, but there was something profoundly boring about making shot after shot for two hours straight, every day.

Zero had to head to his coach’s office. He had been summoned, but he knew deep down it wasn’t to talk about the upcoming season.

“You wanted to see me?” Zero asked halfheartedly as he hovered close to his Coach, who was unlocking the door. “Don’t tell me Geyer pulled me off the team after all.”

The Coach gave him a look, the keys jingling against the door.

Jim Robertson was a man in his forties who had stopped being lean and athletic probably a decade ago. He had been his coach for the past three years, had known him since he was twelve, and when he was giving that kind of look, Zero generally knew it wasn’t a good sign.

“No, Principal Geyer did not,” the Coach corrected, then he opened the door and made him sign to get in.

Zero walked in but remained in the doorway, letting his backpack slide off his shoulder to the ground while Robertson rounded his desk. “Well, not yet, at least.”

Zero’s heart skipped a beat. Oh shit, he didn’t like that. He didn’t like that at all.

“Look, Zero,” the Coach said, opening the rolling doors of the cupboard behind him to flick through various files. “You’ve got to take care of your academics.”

There was a short pause and Zero stared, dumbfounded. “I’m sorry, what?”

The Coach looked over his shoulder at him. “The Abramsons wanted you kicked off the Team. Thanks to your left hook, their kid is going to miss the rest of the football season. The fact that you were not, doesn’t mean you will never be. You should probably avoid giving them a good reason now.”

Zero pursed his lips. “I’m doing all I can,” he grumbled. He had never been a freaking genius but he was at least okay. Or at least he thought he was. Just enough to make it onto the team since his freshman year, which was more than enough to him.

“Well, let me tell you,” the Coach said, rapidly going through a file before putting it back, “it’s not going to be enough. Study more. Find a tutor. But don’t let your grades drop any more than that.”

“It’s only October!” Zero protested. “The year’s barely started.”

“Find a tutor. Period,” Robertson said with a pointed stare.

A tutor. Like really.

Did he look like the kind of guy to do extra-homework? Did he? Okay maybe he would be forced to, because it wasn’t like there were a hundred ways out of the shit he had gotten himself into. But it wasn’t like he had a choice, Zero thought bitterly as he made his way out to the parking lot. It was certainly not like he was willing to risk his scholarship, nor the one he was determined to score for next year, for something as stupid as his grades. He’d rather die than end up at the gloomy neighborhood school he would have been forced to attend if Basketball hadn’t helped him out.

He was still sulking when he climbed in Terrence’s car and they headed directly to the Saldanas’, where the rest of the gang would join them. They had developed this habit of hanging out there the year before, when Jelena and Terrence had started dating. Raquel’s mother was a surgeon, her father a reporter, her sister was attending college and her house, located in a fancy neighborhood, was as big as it was empty of living souls.

“Drinks are in the fridge, snacks in the kitchen, bla bla bla,” Raquel said from her spot on the couch when they walked in. “Where’s Kyle?”

“She had to pick up her sister,” Zero shrugged as he dropped himself gloomily on the armchair.

Terrence sat next to Jelena while Derek came back from the kitchen and handed Zero a soda can.

“You didn’t bring Kinkade?” Derek snickered as he perched himself on the armrest of Zero’s seat.

Oh. So he wasn’t the only one who had noticed that she had been all over him all day long, apparently. Seriously, he spotted them together at one point and he had almost felt embarrassed to look at them.

Raquel shrugged. “Nah, he said he had other plans at home. Besides, Mom is supposed to come home early and I’d prefer to tell her about it before she stumbles onto him, herself.”

Zero frowned. “Why on Earth would she care? You’ve got all three of us,” he gestured to himself, Terrence and Derek, “in your living-room on a daily basis.”

“It’s not because he’s a guy, genius,” Raquel rolled her eyes. “It’s because of… you know, all that shit that happened when he left.”

There was silence and Zero was only satisfied by the fact that he wasn’t the only one who looked frankly puzzled. Raquel looked around as well. “You guys are joking right? You don’t know?”

Everybody groaned a ‘no’, except for Jelena who looked like she had already seen the end of the universe and couldn’t be less interested as she scrolled through her phone.

“Okay so... His mom and mine were friends. Then Jude’s mom died and that’s when the real shit began. His dad may or may not have something to do with it,” Raquel said, crossing her legs on the couch. Her voice was literally trembling with the contained excitement of juicy gossip, and frankly, Zero was disgusted.

He had never been exactly Raquel’s favorite person (okay, he had forgotten one date, and okay, it was the first one, but she was the one who decided not to give him another chance, so it was her loss anyway), that was a fact. So, all in all, he had always expected Raquel to talk shit about him behind his back (like he cared, though). But hearing her gossiping like her life depended on it, after acting all ‘besties’ with him five minutes after he got there? Zero didn’t have a lot of principles but it sounded like this one should have been common sense.

Did he tell anyone to fuck off?

No, not really. Because it was either discussing Kinkade’s life like a Showtime movie or having everyone talk about Sadie and him. Did that make him a coward? Maybe… Whatever.

His mind drifted back to the conversation when Derek snorted. “You’re bullshitting.”

Raquel glared. “I’m not,” she retorted dryly. “You can check online if you don’t believe me. It was all over the news when it happened, how come you guys didn’t see it?”

“Parents’ shitty divorce,” Terrence shrugged.

“Didn’t know them,” Jelena said.

“Didn’t watch the news,” Derek added.

“Deadbeat legal guardians,” Zero raised his hand. “I didn’t know the Kinkades were that big of a deal,” he commented again into his soda-can.

“Really? Because Forbes magazine thinks pretty much the contrary,” Jelena said casually.

Zero frowned as she turned her phone for them to see. The network headline was flaunting, in capital letters, a list of the hundred wealthiest families in the country.

Terrence took his girlfriend’s phone and scrolled through the list before handing it back to her. “What is he even doing in a public school? I mean, I thought he was in a private school.”

Just at this moment, the front door closed and a slightly annoyed looking Kyle walked in, a duffle-bag thrown over her shoulder. “You guys don’t know what it’s like to have the most annoying baby sister in the world.”

Jelena looked up with a cocked eyebrow. “You like Taylor.”

“At this point I’m not sure she’s still Taylor,” Kyle grumbled. “Maybe she’s been replaced by a goddamn human-eating alien. Here, I picked up your stuff,” she said, dropping the bag onto Zero’s lap as she rounded the armchair, before plopping down on the couch next to Raquel.

Zero gave her a nod as a thank you and discarded his stuff next to him on the hardwood floor. It wasn’t like he’d have been unable to survive a night without it, but he had packed some random stuff when he left for Kyle’s on Monday morning and at least his history book was in there. The Coach had told him to get better grades, it probably wasn’t the right moment to forget about doing his homework.

“What did I miss?” Kyle asked, looking around.

“Raq’s daily dose of gossip,” Derek shrugged. “Kinkade was on the menu.”

“Really,” Kyle drawled, grinning broadly.

“Quit it, it was about his dead mom.”

“Oh. Nice. You guys know how to have fun,” she snickered. “How about we talk about something else?”

*

Raquel had not lied, her mom came back early, which prompted everyone to leave. It wasn’t that Mama Saldana wasn’t nice, but she remained a parent, and if Raquel indeed planned to give her a heads up on the Kinkade situation, they better be gone.

Zero wondered why the news about a guy he barely knew in the end bothered him so much. Part of him was feeling rather awkward at the thought of his first exchange with Kinkade, but it wasn’t his fault if he happened to have a shitty past as well, nor was he supposed to know the extent of said shitty past.

Their relationship had been based on some sort of constant bickering. They had known each other in second grade, when Zero had moved in with his third foster family. Kinkade was already good at biting back. They weren’t in the same class, but recess was enough for them to find various and creative ways to jump at each other’s throats. ‘Next time you throw that ball at me, I’m gonna kick it out on the road,’ he would yell, to what Zero would reply ‘Not my fault if you’re always in the way, you moron!’

That’s how it had worked. Apparently the fact that they lived on opposite coasts for nearly ten years hadn’t caused them to tune it down, if the Cafeteria was any indication. Zero’s eyes glanced absent-mindedly around the familiar neighborhood, and he considered stopping by the district basketball court for a few seconds, as he hopped off the bus, before begrudgingly walking past it and making his way through the two more blocks separating him from 3174 Virginia Road. It was a one-story house that Zero hated to the core, from the cheap cigarette smell constantly floating over the living-room, to the bedroom he had to share with the most insufferable kid on Earth, and the kitchen from which nothing good ever came out.

He walked in, already riled up at the thought of simply being here. Despite being a foster kid himself, Zero had little to no idea how other kids in his situation lived, if it was any better somewhere else or not. Deep down he was sure it wasn’t, and that’s probably why he had been there for almost ten years. That and, according to nasty rumors, the fact that nobody was willing to take him back — if anybody was still there to do so at all. We aren’t family. Okay? Nobody’s here because they want to be. That’s what Joey (a girl who had lived with the Delucas when he had first arrived) said to him in lieu of a greeting, before pointing back to the couple.  She was slightly older, maybe ten at the time. Trust me, they don’t want it either. Nobody does. Suck it up.

Joey had left the house about two years after that and had gone back to live with her alcoholic mother. Ever since, Zero had been the oldest, aside from those four months where a sixteen-year-old boy called Carter had come around when Zero was fourteen. When the Delucas moved from a somewhat more comfortable-looking house to a much cheaper one, six or seven years ago, the number of kids narrowed down to four. Zero had stayed put, watching other kids come and go ever since.

Zero walked in, not bothering to kick off his shoes in the entrance before he bee-lined through the kitchen to the bedroom. Most people would have referred to it as ‘his bedroom’, but if anything, he wasn’t that optimistic –hence why he wasn’t surprised to find the thirteen-year-old boy, with whom he was forced to share the room, sprawled over his own bed listening to music.

Zero dropped his backpack at the foot of the second bed and his duffle-bag on the mattress. His eyes darted onto the bedside table separating the two beds. There was a binder, with wrinkled papers emerging from it and probably represented Thiago’s backpack and general lack of care; on top of the binder, a phone charger, Axe spray, and various things he didn’t really take the time to examine before he grabbed the whole lot and threw it out the wide open bedroom door. The kid let out an offended screech of protest, dropping both his stupid hood and his earbuds in a single move as he got up.

“Fuckin’ asshole!” he blurted out, standing on his two feet. Zero wasn’t remotely fazed — the kid wasn’t any taller than his collarbones —, and Thiago seemed to realize it too because he backed away with gritted teeth.

“My side,” Zero uttered coldly.

He turned his back to the kid and opened the zipper of his duffle-bag in one swift move.

“Next time you leave, I fucking swear I’ll throw your stuff out,” Thiago raged.

“Have fun trying.”

Zero emptied the bag of the various wrinkled clothes he had worn for the past three days while at Kyle’s, grabbed them and strode out of the room as Thiago was dropping his own stuff on his mattress.

Zero went to the bathroom across the hall to get some laundry done.

“I hope he beats the fucking shit out of you when he gets back,” Thiago spat from the bedroom. 

[angelgrotesque]

Songs for Soulmates *Plance* Eleven|Pidge

I have been gone for forever, I’m so sorry! This is sort of a filler chapter of the whole car trip to D.C. and also the paladins goofing around ^^ oh, and also fluff >:)  Enjoy!

“Everyone got their bags packed?” Shiro asked, loading his giant suitcase into Coran’s truck. Voltron would be living in an RV for the road trip (considering D.C. was about three days away), and Allura’s uncle had offered to take the instruments and Krolia in his pickup truck. The truck was black, stained with mud and dirt, with a giant fluffy orange mustache on the front and mostly-scraped-off red flames around the sides. 

“Guys this is gonna be so much fun!” Hunk squealed, picking up the nearest person, who happened to be Keith, and squishing him so tightly that Pidge thought Keith might cough up his lungs.

“Yay,” Keith managed to choke out, “three days stuck in a tiny RV with three, four, six - no, seven other people. Yes, fun is exactly the word I was going for.”

Hunk released Keith and rummaged into his own mustard yellow bag and pulled out a plastic tupperware. “I made cookies!”

“What flavor?” Pidge asked. She crossed her fingers behind her back.

“Peanut butter with chocolate chips!” Hunk answered, and opened the lid. They smelled fantastic.

“Dibs on all of them!” Pidge called, and launched herself toward the cookies, grabbing a handful and retreating. Shiro’s eyebrow twitched. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath.

“IS EVERYONE READY TO GO???” There was a chorus of “yes,” and “yes, sir,” and Shiro nodded. “Alright, load yourselves in now.”

Contrary to Keith’s speculation, the vehicle was actually quite large. There was a stove (which Hunk had personally requested), a table in the middle for eating and playing cards, a small but working bathroom, and at the back, a twin sized bed and six hammocks. Clearly the RV had been built for two or three people, since the hammocks hung from awkward places; around the kitchen, above the bed, next to the table. They didn’t look uncomfortable, though.

“Since there are eight of us, two people have to share a bed.” Shiro commented, noticing that apparently Coran had forgotten to add the seventh hammock. Pidge looked out the window, and saw Coran getting into the driver’s seat of his truck. Pidge ran out of the RV to tell him, but a loud blaring of La Cucaracha played twice and Coran drove off, a huge trail of black smoke following him. Inside, Lance clutched his head briefly.

“I say two people share the twin, it has the most space.” Allura suggested logically.

“Nope. It’s mine. Dibs. I need the most personal space.” Keith countered.

“What? I’m the biggest, though!” Hunk protested.

“Shiro’s the oldest! After him comes me!” Matt argued.

“I need space for the mice, too!” Allura practically shrieked, “I was just suggesting the most logical answer!”

“Everyone shut up!” Shiro interrupted. “Pidge and Lance will share the bed. Everyone else, you guys can live with a hammock. It’s only two nights.” Pidge felt her face turn bright red as she picked up her messenger bag (full of books and her stash of candy to hide from Matt) and set it down on one side of the bed. Matt shot a sidelong glance at Lance, who was doing the same with his camping bag, which looked as if it were about to burst. Whatever he’d packed in there, it was too much.

“Okay. Now is everyone ready to go?” Shiro asked. Everyone nodded. Romelle elbowed Pidge and winked.

The day consisted of shenanigans while Shiro drove and at gummy bears.

First, they played scrabble.

“I will put down my ‘a’ to make ‘a.’” Hunk proposed, setting down his letter.

“I will put down my ‘s’ to make ‘as.’” Lance added. Allura smiled proudly.

“I will my ‘t, r, o’ to make ‘astro’” Lance grumbled and Allura laughed. Pidge smirked and put down her tiles.

“Astrophysicist.” Pidge announced. Hunk flipped the board.

Next, the team tried arm wrestling, which consisted of Romelle downing everyone in the band.

Monopoly consisted of Hunk being impossible to say no to.

Clue consisted of Keith coming to incredibly gory conclusions while Pidge won the game. They moved on instead to 221 B Baker Street, which Keith won due to his conclusions.

Finally, the team tried Uno. Pidge should have known this was a bad idea, but it was too late. Hunk had two left and Lance only had one left. Lance was fuming over not having won a single game so far. Hunk placed down, very gently, a blue 4. 

“Uno.”

Lance looked down at his cards, grinned and slapped his hand down on the table, revealing a blue reverse card.

“HAHA! I WIN! SUCK IT!” Hunk groaned while Lance performed his victory dance. Keith slapped his forehead.

By the time Hunk made spaghetti for dinner, everyone had calmed down. Shiro parked at a truck stop with a gas station, and everyone ate in near silence. Once there was no pasta left, Hunk washed the dishes, happy that everyone had enjoyed his meal, while the band retreated to their respective beds-slash-hammocks. Pidge slid quietly into her bed after she’d gotten ready for bed in her pajamas with green lions on them. Lance had fallen asleep once his head had hit the pillow, and she didn’t want to disturb him. She tugged the covers up to above her shoulders, accidentally waking up Lance. Lance didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he wrapped his arm around Pidge’s waist and pulled her closer so her back was to his chest. He let out a long sigh and closed his eyes again, his slow breathing lulling Pidge to sleep.

Wow that was crummy  *yeets away*

[elliedoes]

Everlong - Chapter Two

Dean x Reader x Sam

The world has gone to shit. You’ve got the undead trying to eat your flesh, a whining teenager to look after, and a few secrets that you need to keep. The Winchesters are the last thing you need, but the only thing you want.

Warnings: Mild descriptions of violence, adult language, drug and alcohol use, polyamorous relationship (no wincest).

Note: I have gotten such an overwhelming response to this story and I have no way to describe how thankful I am to every one who has read the first chapter. A massive thank you to everyone who dropped a like or took the time to leave a comment or reblog, you didn’t have to, but I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know.

Each and every one of you are amazing and I’m so happy 

Again, I would love any and all feedback, let know if you’re enjoying how this is going. And I’ve been asked to tag people, I’ve done so below. If you’d like to be added to the list, feel free to let me know!

Series Masterlist - Masterlist

Most of the morning was spent searching through abandoned cars for gas cans or anything else that would be useful. Trevor was able to find a suitcase full of books, the pair of you sorting through them as Dean and Sam fanned out to siphon from the vehicles around you. “D’ya know what I miss the most,” you asked the teen as you tossed aside Twilight.

“Showers,” he replied, reading the back of a cover.

“Yes,” you nodded but rounded the car to climb in the back, snatching the floppy sun hat you spotted, “but also the beach.” You placed the oversized straw hat atop your head, the brim falling around you as you searched the rest of the seat.

“I thought you were from D.C.,” Trevor looked through the rear window to watch you curiously.

You deadpanned and looked pointedly at him to roll your eyes at his ignorance. “People once left their houses for vacations, Trevor,” you sarcastically replied, shoving on gaudy black sunglasses. “I wanted to be a mermaid when I was little.”

“I wanted to be a Transformer,” he shared in understanding and went back to his book.

“All hail Megatron,” you cried out and climbed back out of the car to spot a curious walker coming to join you. Trevor didn’t bother to move since you already had out your machete and slammed it into the middle of the creature’s forehead.

“Nice one, Audrey Hepburn,” Sam teased, popping up from the back of a pickup.

You winked, but it was hidden behind oversized plastic. “I also miss movies,” you sighed and wiped off the zombie goo on the poor thing’s dirty shirt. “And sex.”

“Gross,” Trevor gagged and packed away the few books he found interesting, leaving out The Hobbit. He ignored your mocking gags and joined Sam to help if he could.

You wove your way through the cars, peeking in to find nothing of interest, and ended up sitting on the trunk of an Accord as Dean pumped out what little gas it had. “Where in the hell did you get that,” he laughed when he finally shifted his focus.

“Why, does it look bad,” you frowned, grabbing the top of the hat to flatten the sides with your arms.

“Nah, looks a little out of place with dirty jeans and a ratty tank top, though.” Your shocked gasp had him grinning and you leaned across the trunk to punch his shoulder. “There’s gotta be a dress in one of these cars.”

You shook your head, “I haven’t worn a dress since my high school prom and I don’t think it’ll be good for running from zombies.”

“Well, you won’t be running forever,” Dean reminded you, hoping you’d forget your threat to leave.

“Yeah,” you sighed, hopping off the car, “maybe.” You slipped away and searched further ahead, scoring a few abandoned cans of food and possibly keeping a lookout for a sundress to match your new accessories.

Trevor soon caught up with you, his nose stuck in the book. From the way he clutched at its pages, he was still on alert, leaning against the hood of a SUV you were picking through. “You could help,” Sam reprimanded him, setting down a full gas can and started to fill a new one.

“Let him read,” you called from deep within the truck, “it’s not like I’m doing much to contribute, either.” Sam couldn’t argue with that and moved in front of the open door to see what you were doing. “What?”

He tilted his head curiously, looking at the sheer cami you held up to your chest, “Planning on keeping that?”

“It’s cute,” you grumbled as a blush tinged your cheeks. When he chuckled, you balled up the top and threw it at his face. “Don’t you have something to do?” He caught the shirt with a grin and moved back to his gas can. “Oof, score.” You kicked around in the backseat until you reached your claim and jumped out of the truck, guitar in hand.

“Do you play,” Sam asked, holding the hose steady.

“A little.” You slid the strap around your shoulders, carefully cradling the neck. Your fingers danced along the strings, testing and tuning. “My guilty pleasure was the banjo, though.” A somber tune carried with the breeze, your eyes closing as you plucked each note. “At least we can still have music.”

You fought the boys about keeping the guitar. You told them it was too much weight, it wasn’t necessary, but like the big brimmed hat and large rimmed glasses on your head, they deemed it so. Loads were shifted and you were still able to carry your pack and the instrument on your back, half-full gas can in hand.

The plan was to make it Jasper and fill up Dean’s car who he affectionately called Baby, making Trevor giggle every time. According to Sam, the walk was about a half a day, and with you all stopping to scavenge, you’d have to camp at some point. But the sun was still high and you felt rested, there was plenty of time to cover.

“So,” Sam stayed back with you, Dean and bookworm Trevor taking point, “you’re from D.C.?”

“Born and raised,” you trilled.

“Did you ever meet the president,” he asked with a half grin.

“I was in the same building as Obama once,” you bragged with a smug sniffle and pursed lips.

Sam whistled low, “Impressive.” You elbowed him and he laughed freely, causing Trevor and Dean to look over their shoulders at you. “What?” They shook their heads, Dean giving a disapproving frown, but turned back around to keep watch since you and Sam were preoccupied.

“So, were you in D.C. when this started,” he inquired, trying and failing to be nonchalant.

“No,” you replied flatly and turned your attention off into the woods, the memory dulling your playful mood, “I was on vacation in Savannah. The first one I had in a really long time and then some asshole decides to die and start eating someone else’s face.”

“Yeah, I guess that could put a downer on things,” Sam consoled.

You turned to him with a half-confused, half-amused expression and tossed your head back to laugh, “The zombie apocalypse started, Sammy, it’s not like I lost my pet goldfish.”

His eyes bugged slightly, but he was laughing along with you, arms spread, “What am I supposed to say to that?”

“I don’t know,” you returned, “but something other than, ‘Oh, I’m sorry the undead ruined your summer vacation’?”

“But I am,” Sam insisted.

“What, the world ending is your fault,” you snorted.

“Probably,” he answered honestly, “wouldn’t be the first time.” You opened your mouth and then remembered their talks of demons and angels. “This sucks, I know, but we’ll figure out a way to fix it.”

“With magic,” Trevor’s head shot up and around, nearly giving himself whiplash. The smile on Sam’s face grew at the teen’s enthusiasm and shrugged, keeping it a possibility. “Hogwarts,” the boy turned you, sass flooding his voice.

“I’m about to Wingardium Leviosa your ass,” you pointed at him, “and I won’t need a wand or magic to do it.”

“That’s impossible,” Trevor stated matter-of-factly.

You narrowed your eyes behind your glasses and scowled, “I’m stronger than I look.”

“Alright,” Dean sighed, slapping a hand on Trevor’s shoulder, “let’s not upset the lady with the big ass knife.”

“She started it,” Trevor grumbled, but he turned back around and fell into his book once more.

Dean silently reprimanded you with a playful glower and you lifted your shoulders with no regret. “But seriously, can I actually Wingardium Leviosa him,” you asked Sam quietly.

Sam rolled his eyes and sighed, “I don’t think that’s the exact wording, but I’ve been sent flying by enough witches to know it’s possible.” You pulled off your glasses, your head tilted back to see him properly under the hat, lips forming the perfect ‘o’. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m fashionable,” you corrected, poking him with the plastic frames, but the two of you continued your talk about witches and actual magic. Dean’s disdain for anything and everything witch related seeped into your conversation, every detail Sam gave was followed by another reason why his brother hated magic. And even with all the bad that came from Dean’s stories, Trevor still wanted to learn at least one spell.

Morning turned to afternoon and the four of you left the interstate, following an exit to head towards the first neighborhood you could find. There were a few geeks along the way, you and Dean took out most of them while Sam kept Trevor close.

A couple gas stations and fast food restaurants lined the road. The group considered stopping for supplies, but everyone was at their limit. The thought of dinner crossed everyone’s mind and it was decided you’d stop by tomorrow to replenish what stock you would lose that evening.

A few miles on, an abandoned subdivision was the best bet for the night. It was well off the main highway, but a few stubborn walkers loitered, Sam and Dean taking them out while you and Trevor searched for a suitable house. “This one has a pool,” the teen called out, face pressed the back sliding door while you cleared the rooms. “The water’s clean.”

“Awesome,” you shouted back, deeming the place geek free. “I call dibs on the master bedroom.” You raced across the house and dumped your things on the bed. Trevor let out a complaining whine, but he searched for the next bed and claimed it as his own.

Sam and Dean secured the perimeter and all of the entrances of the house before finding out that there was one twin bed left or the couch in the living room. “You’re going to leave the tallest guys with the shortest beds,” Sam complained, finding you sprawled on your belly across the king sized mattress.

“You snooze, you lose,” you mumbled into the sheets.

When he said nothing in return, you lifted your head to catch his gaze shifting from your backside to your eyes. “What,” he blinked.

“Seriously,” you snorted, letting your head fall back onto the bed. “If you want the bed, we can share it, there’s plenty of room.”

There was hesitation, but Sam agreed, “Yeah, okay. If you’re sure.” He slipped back out of the room to gather his stuff. When he didn’t return right away, you rolled gracelessly off the bed and went off to investigate.

Dean had already started dinner, using the open kitchen layout to work. Trevor was sitting with him, near the window to catch the last bits of sunlight to read. “Need any help,” you offered, watching Sam open a can of beans with his knife.

“We’ve all agreed to have you not do anything,” Dean informed you, adjusting the heat of the small burner, “at least until you stop looking like you’re about to keel over.”

“I’m fine,” you recoiled defensively.

Trevor turned the page of his book and didn’t bother looking up, “You’ve got these big, dark circles under your eyes. I think they want those to go away.” Your jaw opened in all out offense and the brothers shared a wide-eyed look before turning it on Trevor.

“Dude,” Dean hissed, “you never comment on a woman’s appearance like that.”

“You told her she looked like shit yesterday,” Trevor rebuked, finally looking up.

“Yeah and I’m lucky she didn’t rip off my head,” Dean growled. “Just…if you think a woman should rest, just tell her she’s worked hard and deserves it.”

Trevor put down the book and tilted his head, “So lie?”

“I’ve worked hard,” you interrupted, “you don’t think I have?”

“No,” Trevor said then quickly corrected himself, “I mean, yes, you have, I’m just saying…”

Sam and Dean shook their head slowly, trying to get the boy to stop while he was ahead, but the damage was done. “Wow,” you huffed, taking a can of pineapple and Sam’s knife from his hand, “I’ll be in my room.” You turned up your nose at the three of them and stomped off, snapping the bedroom door closed for emphasis.

You could hear their voices trying to talk over one another and you did your best to quiet your laughter. It was a teaching moment for Trevor, the brothers had to know have known you weren’t actually upset.

After kicking off your boots and wiggling out of your jeans, you climbed onto the bed and rested against the middle of the headboard to have your pre-dinner snack. The voices eventually died down and a knock came to the door soon after. You looked down at your bare legs and asked who it was.

Dean opened the door without invitation and paused, head tilted. “Expecting me, I see,” he grinned and slipped into the room, closing the door behind him.

“What do you want,” you rolled your eyes, pulling chunks of fruit off the tip of the knife.

“Was gonna tell you dinner was ready, but it looks like you took whole relaxation thing to heart,” he moved to the edge of the bed, shamelessly running his eyes up and down your frame. Your dirt speckled body and hairy legs didn’t stop him from licking his lips. “You need some company on that bed?”

“Sam already said he’d join me,” you speared a few pieces and moved onto your knees, crawling over to offer some to Dean. “But like I told him, there’s plenty of room.”

Green eyes flickered down to the knife and back to you before his teeth bit down to the blade and he slowly pulled off the chunks. “I don’t think you know what you’re asking for, darlin’,” he purred, lips shining with juice.

“Oh, I think I do,” you nodded and sat back down on your hunches, “But I don’t think this world is cut out for stuff like that anymore.” You ran you tongue along the knife, licking up the remnants of juice left behind and flipped it closed.

“Wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Dean watched you closely and held his hand out for the blade, “it might be exactly what this world is made for.” You handed him the knife and the half empty can, slipping off the bed to pull on your jeans.

You turned to him, one brow cocked, a playful grin tugging at the corner of your lips, “Yeah, maybe.” Your eyes dragged over his broad frame and you exhaled slowly. “Dinner, right?” He nodded and you lead the way back to Trevor and Sam who were already sat at the small table, their bowls full.

“Y/N,” Trevor greeted you, an earnest look on his face, “I’m sorry about what I said. It was bad wording.”

You flopped down next to the boy and place a hand on his bushy afro, “I accept your apology, kiddo.” Your fingers dug into the thick curls and you clicked your tongue, “You need a haircut.” Trevor slapped you away and did his best to tame his mane.

“Give me ten minutes and some clippers,” Dean nodded slowly, eyes squinting like he was envisioning a masterpiece.

“No,” Trevor shook his head immediately, “I don’t trust you anywhere near me with anything sharp.”

“Smart kid,” Sam quipped, spooning you a bowl. He slid it across the table and you thanked him with a smile. “He gave me haircuts when we were younger, he put a actual bowl on my head.”

Dean, extremely offended, put down his spoon and pointed straight at Sam, “I did my best, okay? I was a kid, too. I got a lot better. Took about 20 years, but at least the lines are straight now. Kind of.”

“I’ll cut your hair,” you reassure Trevor. “I used to groom my dogs, it’s kind of the same thing, right?”

Trevor rounded on you, “Are you comparing me to a dog?”

“No! I was just saying,” you sputtered, kicking Dean under the table when he started to laugh and you would have kicked Sam but your legs couldn’t reach that far, “that I did a good job cutting hair! I can cut yours.”

The teen’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t fight you on it anymore. “Well, we don’t have clippers, so you can’t cut my hair.” That was obviously the end of that conversation and you conceded, at least for now.

“So, do you think we’ll make it to your car by nightfall tomorrow,” you asked.

“Maybe, if we don’t make any long stops,” Dean reasoned. “I don’t think we’ll have enough gas to get home, but we’ll cross that bridge, y’know?” You grimaced, but nodded, the idea of having no what-if plan ready didn’t sit well with you, but you all had plenty of time to figure one out.

Trevor didn’t seem to have interest in the conversation and shoved down pork and beans with a slight annoyed look on his face. He didn’t like it, he’s told you a million times, but he was hungry.

“You know,” Sam cleared his throat, looking behind you and out to the pool, “it might be cold and full of chlorine, but it’s water…” You spun around to look out of the large picture window and nodded. “Ladies first, of course.”

“You are a genius,” you chirped when spun back around to finish off your meal.

Sam shook his head and pointed at Trevor with his spoon, “All his idea.”

You leaned over and pressed an exaggerated kiss on the boy’s forehead. “Love you, T,” you murmured but were pushed back into your chair as he tried to hide away from your affection.

“Better eat that up, kid,” Dean laughed. “Doesn’t look like she gets all lovey dovey with just anyone.” Trevor groaned into his bowl and tried to implode. “Alright, don’t choke on your dinner, I’ll stop.”

“I even have soap, oh my god,” you bounced in your chair, trying to shovel down your food as fast as you could. It wouldn’t be the best bath in the world, but at least you could clean the grime off of you without worrying about wasting good, clean drinking water.

Of course, you were the first to finish your meal, thanking the boys who cooked it and rushed to your pack to get out the bar of soap you found long ago. You searched the house for towels, several left behind by the previous owners and you sat some out for the guys for later.

With towels in hand, you slipped outside at the peak of dusk. Trevor had returned to his room, most likely caught up in his book until his turn. The brothers, however, lingered in the kitchen, you could see their mouths moving through the window, but it was hard to make out what they were saying. Both had their gazes trained on you, so you had some idea what they were talking about.

You peeled out of your clothes, tossing them aside to wash later. When you had nothing left on, you dipped your toes into the water, it was cold, but welcomed in the warm, summer evening. You fought against the chill and descended the stairs, walking until the waterline hit your mid-chest and you waded to the edge to grab your soap and washcloth.

Never in your life had you loved soap and water more than in that moment. You took your time to scrub your body, twice even. And although it was probably crap for its health, you used the soap to wash your hair.

By the time you got out of the water, had a towel wrapped around you and your hair, the boys were gone from the kitchen. You padded through the house, stopping by Trevor’s room to inform him the pool was free and you left what he needed. He hummed dismissively at you, but you pulled the book from his hands and scowled. Even though he rolled his eyes, he got up and went outside while you headed to you room.

Sam and Dean were sitting on the edge of the bed talking quietly when you entered. They looked up at the same time, near identical smiles on their faces. “Feel better,” Sam asked.

“Loads,” you groaned, walking next to them where you pack sat on the bed. “Trevor’s out there now, you might wanna wash up before it gets too dark.”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded, “we will. We just wanted to ask you a quick question before I’m forced to sleep on the couch.”

You tilted your head curiously, “I thought you were gonna sleep in here?” The brothers looked to you, then to each other, each giving a shrug before standing. “Washcloths and towels are outside,” you tell them and pulled out a small travel toothbrush and paste. One they were gone, you used a little of the bottled water you had to brush your teeth at the bathroom sink, Sam and Dean’s toiletries already scattered on the counter. So, they already knew your answer, but it was sweet that they asked.

Fresh and the best you’ve felt in days, you pulled on a clean shirt and fresh undies, leaving your hair in the towel. The pillows called your name, so you dumped all the packs on the floor and crawled up to rest your eyes for just a bit.

You’re not sure how long you were out, but you woke up some time later with Sam next to you, book in hand reading by a kerosene lantern clad only in a pair of boxers and Dean missing. “How long was I out,” you groaned, sitting up to pull your hair free from its hold.

“Couple of hours,” Sam shrugged, looking up from his book for a moment, “you can go back to sleep if you want. I’m on first watch.”

You toss the towel over the side of the bed, running your fingers through your hair to fight with any tangles that lingered. “Where’s Dean,” you yawned, falling back onto the pillows when you won your battle.

“Checking around outside,” Sam replied absently, his attention back on his book.

“By himself,” you turned on your side to face him.

He shook his head, “Trevor’s with him.” When you stiffened beside him, he reached out a hand and wrapped it around your wrist, a thumb running along your skin, “Relax, Dean will take care of him. He wouldn’t take him out there if he didn’t think he could handle it.”

You let out a shaky breath, but focused on Sam’s touch to relax. He gave a gentle squeeze before releasing you and turned the page of his book. “I was gonna wash our clothes,” you mumbled but rolled onto your belly, smashing your face into the pillow.

“Already did,” Sam informed, “they’re drying outside.”

“Jesus, can you guys be any more perfect,” you whined.

Chuckling, he forced himself away from his book to look down at you, “We’re far from perfect.” You could see his gaze wandering, lingering on your backside once more. “You on the other hand…”

“Are nothing of the sort,” you yawned once more and wrapped your arms around the pillow, hugging it close. Sam hummed in reply, hesitation written on his face before he turned back to his book. “Whatcha’ readin’?”

“A Tale of Two Cities,” he shifted, moving just a bit closer to you.

“And you’re still awake,” you snorted, taking his hint and squirming until you pressed up against his side bringing your pillow with you. His hand left the book once more and moved onto your back, absently rubbing as he continued to read. “You staying in here all night?”

“Just until Dean gets back,” he sighed. “Get some rest, we’ve got a long walk tomorrow.”

You rolled your eyes and snatched the book, careful to mark his place and tossed it on the nightstand. “Take your own advice, Sam,” you pulled him down to lay with you. It took some maneuvering, but eventually you got his long limbs wrapped around you and came face to face with his dopey smile. “Hey there.”

“Hey,” he returned, hazel eyes searching your face before falling on your lips. “You sure you’re okay with this?”

“Do you think I’d let you anywhere near me if I wasn’t,” you laughed. “I’m more than okay with it.” With your permission, warm, calloused hands slipped over your backside, gripping both cheeks and squeezed firmly. “I think you might have an infatuation.”

“With your ass? Definitely,” he groaned, kneading the flesh and muscle. You pressed back into his touch, whimpering when he gave you a quick tap with the flat of his hand. “Nope, I’m obsessed.”

Your laughter was eaten by his hungry mouth, teeth and tongue trying to devour you. He pulled you closer, his hold becoming more forceful with every lick into your mouth, so hard that you’re sure you’d have Sam sized bruises the next day.

“Starting early, Sammy,” you heard from the doorway, laughter in Dean’s voice.

Sam’s mouth left yours, but moved along to your jaw and down to your neck, “She started it.”

“Guilty,” you gasped when sharp teeth bit into your skin. “Where’s Trev?”

“In his room,” Dean replied accompanied by the sound of rustling clothes. “The kid did good. We cleaned up a few walkers that were headed our way. Gonna be an easy night, I think.” You could feel the bed dip as he climbed in behind you.

“You smell like rain,” you noted, trying to crane your neck to get a look, but Sam stopped you, capturing your mouth with his again.

“It’s sprinkling,” Dean confirmed, slipping his arms around your torso, his chest pressed against your back. Meaty hands cupped your breasts through your shirt, squeezing just fiercely as Sam on your ass. Devoid of a bra, his fingertips found your hardening buds through the thin cotton outline them with featherlight touches, a contrast to his firm grip. “Let her breath, Sam.”

Your mouth was released, but Sam was there to swallow your moans with devilish grin. “Don’t have too much fun with her, Dean,” he murmured against your lips, stealing quick kisses before untangling himself from the both of you to get dressed. You whined at the loss, pressing back against Dean for warmth and affection, but reached out to try and pull Sam back to you. “Someone’s gotta keep watch,” he winked, gathering his book and lamp from the nightstand.

“But,” you frowned, eyes falling to the tent in his boxers.

“I’ll be fine,” he assured you, leaning back down for one more chaste kiss and slapped his brother’s arm with his book before he headed out of the room.

You sighed and turned in Dean’s hold, reaching up to cup his face and pulled him into a lazy, lingering kiss. He wasn’t expecting your initiative, but it wasn’t unwelcomed. His hands pushed under your shirt and spread along your back, fingertips dancing lightly on your heated skin. “We need to sleep, sweetheart,” he murmured when you parted, “as much as I don’t want to.”

And you hated to admit it, but he was right. If their bunker was as safe as they said it was, you’d have plenty of time to play. “Fine,” you pouted and scratched your nails along his scruffy jaw. “I want second watch.”

Dean pulled back and shook his head, “It’s fine, I got it.”

“You look like shit, too,” you grinned, kissing away the offended frown. “I’ll be fine after a few hours of sleep. You and Sam need a break.” Dean obviously didn’t like the idea and when it came time for Sam to switch out, there would probably be an argument, but he let it go, at least for now.

His arms left you briefly for him to shift onto his back to get comfortable. You curled around him when he opened himself up to you and he wrapped you in his warm embrace once more, topping it off with a brief kiss, which turn into another. “If you want watch you, you’re gonna have to stop teasing,” Dean sighed.

“‘Mnot teasing,” you grinned mischievously and tried straddle his waist, but two strong hands stopped you.

“Sleep. I promise there will be plenty of that later.” You surrendered and kept to your space at his side with your head on his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you to sleep. But thanks to the Georgia summer heat, at some point in the night you and Dean had separated, both rolled onto your stomachs.

Long, warm fingers woke you, dancing from your calf to your bottom, finishing with a smack. You mumbled in protest, but smiling lips traveled along your shoulders. “Sam,” you whined, trying to bat the hand away, but it held firm, “wanna sleep.”

“Dean said you wanted watch,” he chuckled, kissing the back of your head before pulling away.

You muttered a few explicit words, but eventually sat up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Dean was awake as well, a sour look on his face, but you slapped his bare chest and were rewarded with a grunt, “Go back to sleep.”

Sam stretched out on your other side, his hand creeping up your knee and thigh, squeezing it, “He’ll fall asleep eventually. Go on.” You nodded and climbed off the bed to dress, the feeling of their eyes burned into as you pulled on your jeans.

“There’s a toll to leave this room,” Dean rasped, watching you pull on your boots. You tilted your head in confusion and he held a hand for you. When you took it, he pulled you back onto the bed and down for a languid kiss, your tongues sliding easily against the others, drawing out a whimper from you.

Impatient, Sam pulled you away, replacing Dean’s mouth with his own, greedily licking into your mouth, teeth biting into your bottom lip. The contrast of their kisses made your head spin and your knees weak. “Fuck,” you breathed when Sam finally gave you up. “Okay, I need to go.”

Sam chuckled when you climbed off his brother, both getting in one last touch of you before you could get too far out of reach, “Wake us if you need anything.” You mockingly saluted and slipped out of the room to let the brothers finally get some rest.

You spent the first part of your watch cleaning your gun by the lamp Sam left on. When that failed to kill more than a half hour, you lost yourself in a book, realizing it had been years since you actually cracked one open that wasn’t academic.

The boys rose with the sun, finding you spread out on the couch, knees bent, book open and resting on your thighs. “Morning,” you greeted, tearing your eyes away for a moment to see a sleep rumpled Dean shuffle your way. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and headed to the kitchen to brew some coffee.

Sam wasn’t far behind, his hair wild and mouth pulled wide in a yawn. He flopped down near your feet and wrapped a hand around your ankle. “Uneventful morning,” he asked, elbow propped up on the armrest, his head in his free hand.

“Nothing but the rain to keep me company,” you nodded. “Sleep well?”

“Would’ve slept better if someone wasn’t snoring,” Dean griped as he joined you, tapping on your shoulder for you to sit up, which you did. He took his place on the opposite end of his brother and you laid across him to continue reading.

“It’s a sinus problem,” Sam said defensively, “it’s not like I can help it.” Dean obviously didn’t care and still grumbled under his breath. “At least the rain stopped.”

“I don’t want to get muddy,” you frowned, closing your book to join the boys staring out of the windows. “First proper bath I had in weeks.” Sam squeezed your calf in understanding before leisurely running his hand along your leg.

“The bunker might still have running water,” Dean yawned. The thought made you perk up, but you still had to trek through miles of mud and zombies. “Wake the kid, I’ll put on grub.”

You rolled off the couch landing gracefully on your feet. Sam reached out to paw at your side and you batted him away with a wink. “I don’t think Trevor’s ready to see any of this,” you stated seriously. They seemed to understand, thankfully, and you headed to Trevor’s room. He was out and drooling on his pillow. “Hey, bud,” you shook him lightly, “up and at ‘em.” He grumpily swatted at you, but you knew he’d get up if you left him.

Stretching your arms, you join Dean in the kitchen, hovering around the carafe heating on the burner. He slipped behind you, arms winding around your waist and his face tucked in your neck. Your hand reached around and dug into his hair, scratching at his scalp. “Sam,” you asked.

“Went outside,” he breathed against your skin, teeth lightly grazing to draw a shiver out of you. “Trevor?”

“He’ll be up in a few minutes,” you replied, tilting your head to give him more room. A hot, thick tongue licked a wet stripe at your pulse before he sucked at you fervently. A breathless whine puffed out of you and you pushed back against him. “Dean,” you warned. His teeth bit down one last time, but he released his hold.

Trevor joined you by the time Dean poured your cup of coffee. He shuffled and grumbled through the kitchen, finding his way to the table where he unceremoniously dropped into the chair and his head fell onto the table with a loud thud.

“I think we have a zombie in the house,” you teased, joining the teen at the table, rubbing at his back. Trevor didn’t bother to move or reply, just laid there and tried to wake. “Want some coffee?”

“No, it’s gross,” the boy mumbled. Dean nodded in agreement, sipping at the unflavored beverage with a wrinkled nose.

“Dean,” Sam shouted from the front door. All three of you turned to the sound, from your spot in the kitchen, you could see the worried look on his face.

“Stay here, T,” you whispered to the boy, joining Dean on his way to his brother. Sam tried blocking your way, but you pushed passed with scowl that matched his.

“What the fuck?” Dean was already across the lawn, staring up at the crucified zombie at the edge of the house’s fence.

You froze on the spot, your blood running cold. “We need to go,” you whispered. “Now.”

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