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shebitfirst · 5 years ago

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Imagine;

Summer in devil dom- The R.A.D’s students are out of school for 3 weeks.

It’s the first day of the season; throwing on your favourite white satin dress and sandals for a stroll in the gardens.

It’s still the AM the sun and its beams graze your skin for the first time in months. You remove your sandals to feel the grass in between your toes.

Unknowingly; a pair of eyes quietly observe you. Fem!MC & The 7 Demon Brothers - Subtle Implied Smut, Fluff/Flirting ---------------------------------------

Couldn’t sleep and still in the midst of working on chapter 1 for Our undoing; Wrote this in my insomniac state, inspired by the glaring hot sun and trees outside my bedroom window. I attempted to experiment with various types of reactions that MC could give off not sticking to just being shy and reserved but also playful and occasionally bold- I apologise if this is not 100% accurate to the gameplay of Obey me! As I’m barely halfway into the game and I’m trying not to spoil myself for the storyline! So all this is just based off what I’ve made up in my head, fully. (Psa, if someone could direct me on a blog or forum on how to edit your tumblr blog- that would be helpful! I’m so lost!) All my love,

Angel. ------------------------------

Lucifer

“Yes, have a good summer to you as well, Diavolo. I’ll be heading back to the council room to pick up the remaining pieces of documents for the ter-term.”

His heart swells, spotting you in the gardens from 2nd floor; hair down to your waist, satin fabric hugging your figure as you soak in the heat, hands carrying your sandals as you stroll through the gardens. Lucifer’s presence often made you nervous- rarely revealing a carefree side of you. You’ve always struck the Avatar of Pride’s curiosity but through the semester he has never witnessed you this way.

“Hello? Lucifer? Are you there?” Diavolo says at the end of the line. “Diavolo.” His voice cuts through the line. “My apologies but I have a.. matter to tend to. I will drop you a message.”

He hangs up the line to take in the sight of you running your hands against the flowers, laying under the sun while your thighs cushion the grass. “Hmm..” Lucifer whispers as he pauses to admire you once more. You spot a rose in full bloom; you bend over to reveal your white panties. He quirks an eyebrow and chuckles. “I’ll head to the council room in the evening.” Lucifer makes a mental note. He adjusts the uncomfortable tightness in his pants before joining you. As he reaches the bottom of the stairs- turning into the garden. He notices you’re still picking at the roses. Making sure both of you were alone. “Stopping to smell the roses... As they say?” Lucifer’s stern voice startles you, immediately turning to hold down your short dress. “L-lucifer!” Smiling, he walks over and snakes an arm around your waist- slender fingers softly dipping into your hips, travelling down to your thighs. “I..” You whisper. Heart, pounding rapidly in your chest. His eyes starring intently at you- so close that you could feel his breath against your lips. “Would you allow me to indulge in you this morning, my dear?” All you could manage was a nod. “Good girl.” ------------------------------

Mammon

“Ahhhhhhhhh! It’s so warm! I just want some A/C up in here! Gah. I can’t keep complainin’ Where is Lucifer? I gotta get some cold air in my room or I wouldn’t be able to sleep the whole summer long!”

He whips out his D.D.D and drafts a long message to his eldest brother as he approaches the garden, the sun rays cover his face.

He holds a hand up to block out the sun; spotting you.

Stopping dead in his tracks- he sees you laid out against the grass, thighs exposed, chest slowly rising and falling with your every breath.

“Y-ya... Human.. isn’t she gonna get sunburnt..”

He wants to go wake you from your nap- but stopping himself the second time to admire you for another moment. Tossing and turning, you lay on your side. Your short dress rides up along your hips outlining the shape of your ass. The Avatar Of Greed traces over your figure with wanting gazes. He hears indistinct chatter from the hallway and steps quickly towards you. “Tsk, it’s the first day of summer and ya’ already causing me problems! Who told you to just lay here this way!!” “M-mammon! I was taking a nap!” You protest while he drags you by the arm back to the House of Lamentation. “Why are you taking me back! I want to stay outside!” You struggle against his hold. “I’m gonna put some short- No! Some pants on ya! There are other demons around here ya know!! Not just me and the others!” “I just wanted to take a nap!” You scream at the white-haired demon. “Then nap in my room!” Mammon raises his voice, pushes you inside and locks the door. ------------------------------

Satan Dedicated to spending the summer studying new medicine and hexes. Needing a few flowers from the garden just outside the House. He makes his way. Upon arrival, noticing the roses and lilies were short this time. “Huh.. they were full bloom yesterday when I was here.” On closer look, he spots that they were ripped off. “This early... In the morning. On the first day of summer?” Puzzled, he follows the trail of flowers. “Oh?” Satan spots you; elbows propped up with books spread across the grass- Flowers in your hands as you weaved them together- creating what looks to be a flower crown. He goes around the garden- wanting to know what are in those books. So engrossed in weaving flowers- you failed to notice the blonde demon a few feet behind you. You shift on your knees- frustrated. Shaking his head and wanting to assist you, he takes in your figure. Rarely seeing you out of your student uniform, his eyes swallowing your slow movements and how your hips sway. Breaking his thought process He clears his throat- causing you to shift your gaze, “Oh, Satan!” You purr- making him blush. Asking for if he wasn’t busy to help you. Sitting down beside you and explaining how each flower and its colour are used in potions for various purposes. Noticing how plump your thighs were as you kneeled before him. And how the satin material hugged your chest tightly- He mentally reminds himself of his summer research. And.. maybe one more.

------------------------------ Leviathan After being repeatedly told off by Lucifer to try spending the summer other than glueing his eyeballs to multiple computer screens. The simplest activity that wouldn’t require much energy was to take a walk outside of the House of Lamentation. Mindlessly he walks into the garden- Leviathan sulks around the garden, swatting the flowers and picking at weeds. He subconsciously kicks them aside almost walking over them before he hears a giggle emerging from the bench deeper within the garden. Irritated, knowing that he was not alone to get at least get peace of mind by himself. You stretch yourself out on the grass and softly moan as the sun heats up your cheeks. Ignoring the subtle noises of leaves crunching until a shadow looms over you. “Levi?” He scoffs. “What’re you doing here, normie?” You prop yourself up as he slumps down beside you. “It’s the first day of summer, Levi!” You radiate of light and the Avatar of Envy stares deadpan through you. “The sun is out and the flowers are in full bloom! Have you ever seen the sun so up close!” You notice his cheeks flush. “Oh? I guess your pale skin isn’t used to the heat out here in summer compared to us, humans.” You giggle at his red complexion, leaning into him. “What! N-no! Stop laughing at me ya Normie!” Moving away from you, trying to hide his face reassuming brooding. Hmm... Has he been up all night again? You thought. You pluck a daisy and tuck it between his purple hair gently. Let’s hope this wakes him. Snapping a picture on your D.D.D. “Wha..what? Did ya just take a picture of me! Hey!!” Attempting to grab your phone- you stand up, bending over slightly to lower your phone. “But you look so cute!” Before he manages to spit back, he notices how tight your dress hugs your chest and how you’re not wearing anything underneath too. Gleefully, you turn your back to send the image in the House of Lamentation chat. His D.D.D rings in his pocket- snapping him out of his thoughts. As he was about to scold you for your little prank, he looks up to find that your short dress barely covers your ass- let alone your panties. “H..hey.. Uh..” Before he makes out a sentence you cut him off. “Nah uh. I’m not gonna delete this! No matter what you say- or do! Even if it’s to tell Lucifer.” You stuck your tongue out, teasing him.

Later at night- you receive a text message from Leviathan. “I’m coming to your room! How could you post that picture of me on devilgram!” Oops. ------------------------------ Belphegor

Sleepy eyes hit the sun for the first time in months; Reluctant to leave his room but to avoid the commotion his brothers were causing in the dining hall- He retreats along with a pillow in hand in the search for a comfortable spot away from the noise. Spotting that the gardens were empty- flowers swaying with the wind, plush grass. “That’ll do.” Contently, he places his pillow under a spot beneath the shade. About to lay down- he notices a silhouette from a smaller tree across the garden. Quietly stepping over, Belphegor sees you asleep. Curled up tightly as the tree’s shade blankets you from the morning sun. Your cheeks tinted pink from the summer heat- hair fell across your face. As sleepy as he is, the demon returns for his pillow and kneels down before you; lightly tapping your forehead. “Hey..” He whispers as you open your eyes. Smiling, he’s used to your energetic and excitable nature- but appreciates how your lips are slightly parted and droopy eyes in a daze staring back at him. Belphegor slides the pillow underneath your head as you lay back down, you reach out to hold his cheeks. “Sleep with me.” He quirks a brow. How bold of you he thought, but he was not to resist seeing you in this state and accepts your request, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you nuzzle into his chest. Both of you enjoy the moment of silence- taking in the summer heat against each other. “What were you doing here, MC?” He breaks the silence as you stretch your legs. “I like the sun, the heat. I don’t often get it when we’re in R.A.D.” He glances down at you, noticing your heated cheeks and how well this white dress wraps around your hips. “Is that so?” He says after a pause. Warm hands make it’s way down and cup your thighs- closing any gap between you two. “Belph-” You barely make out his name. A hot tight feeling began to coil in your stomach- heartbeat picking up. “Sleep with me…” Your own words against you. ------------------------------ Asmodeus

The heat spilling into his bedroom- covering the floor in gold light- Summer is finally here, isn’t it? Asmodeus thought to himself. He looks to the flowers placed neatly in a vase on his bedside table. Frowning as he notices them wilt away. Remembering how beautiful the roses will be in full bloom- He prepares to head to the gardens. The sun is at it’s highest by the time he arrives. Placing an empty basket down, he gets to work on carefully selecting his spoils for the day. Entering deeper into the garden, he notices a patch of roses were cut off. Questioning who other than him would need at least a dozen roses to themselves! Or maybe was it for their lover? “Asmodeus?” Your voice rings like melody, he turns to see you in your short... short white dress- bare feet digging into the grass as you carry the missing roses in your hand. “What are you doing here? Picking flowers?” Walking over to join him, you kneel beside him and offering one rose. Asmodeus- as this rarely happens, was rendered almost speechless by you. The Avatar Of Lust has always deemed himself the jewel of the world but he questions this statement, especially seeing you in this scene; Fresh green grass, flowers full bloom surrounding you- and here you are, kneeling before him. “Ah! Yes, my love. Yes, I am. What do you need them for? Oh, no! Please don’t tell me you want to give them to someone else! There is no one other than I who deserves a bouquet from you!” You giggle at his worried expression as he pulls you into an embrace. He notices how warm you are, noting how long you’ve been in the garden,

under the sun by yourself. “I would’ve come sooner.” He whispers into your hair. He throws his head back feeling your breathing against his shoulder- Temporary bliss? No. He fights his thoughts. “Silly, I was just getting these for my room. I love roses, they’re my favourite.” You slightly pull back taking in the sight of his light hair and yellow eyes, not realizing how flustered you got. “Oh! My love, are you as captivated as I am? And I’m not talking about myself for once, today.” Your cheeks deepen in colour at his response. “W..what! No!” Taking the roses from your hands and into his basket, he turns back to you leaning in close. “You know my love, we have all summer to pick flowers and what not... But.. just spend one night with me, hmm?” He exclaims whilst wrapping a hand to the back of your neck, steading you. “Asmo... I..” Hearing your voice hitch in your throat, his yellow eyes deepen as his hand travels down toward your chest. “Is that a yes.. my love? tell me.” Hands grip your waist tightly- almost worried you’ll disappear if he blinks. “Yes.. Please.” ------------------------------ Beelzebub

He spots your homemade chocolate pudding in the fridge with your name written on it. He shouldn’t be rude but he can’t help himself. Beelzebub remembers the retreat and how good the pudding was, causing his stomach to rumble, again. Asking for you and stopping by your room, he tries to step outside to look for you. You’re not answering your D.D.D As his stomach growls louder, he starts wandering off with the pudding at the back of his mind. “Oh no.” His brow furrowed, “I’m getting hungrier.” He spots a nearby bench in the gardens and takes a seat before attempting to call you again. Just as he dials your number, a vibration can be heard from under the bench. “Is this....” Yes, your D.D.D along with a pair of sandals. Picking it up and placing it in his jacket’s pocket. Worrying about you and how could leave your belongings behind. Grunting, he carries your sandals and peeks into multiple greenhouses for you. Famished when he started- he could chew off the bark of the trees at this point. Not wanting to leave the idea of you barefoot and without a point of contact. He returns to the main garden to wait and in turn, you come back for your belongings. He sees you approach the same time as him. Waving and smiling, he was right. Barefoot but holding roses in your hand. “You forgot your shoes and D.D.D.” Beelzebub warmly smiles and helps you slip on your sandals. Thanking him, you explain how you noticed the roses in full bloom and how you would brew him some rose tea for lunch. You were half his height- having to block out the sun with your palms to get a good look at him. “How’d you find me, Beel?” You ask as you lay ontop the grass, taking in the sun for a moment longer. Before getting to answer, he realises how short your dress was, hicked up to your hips. Often he only sees you in your student uniform- not taking the time to admire your womanly figure. He notices how long your hair has gotten since the first day you arrived. You notice Beelzebub in a daze. “Beel?” You move over in front of the bench he’s seated on and lay a hand on his thigh. Ugh. He thinks. Your messy hair and pink cheeks. How delicious. He notices a fresh cut on your finger, still bleeding. It still stings you tell him, from when you were picking the roses without proper scissors. “Go on, Beel. I know you’re hungry. Just have a taste.” You slide in between both of his legs and raise your finger to his mouth which he gladly accepts. Licking it clean, you hear his stomach grumble. “I suppose that’s it for the garden.” His eyes darkening as he gathers your belongings. “Yes.. we can go back for lunch. I know you’re starving.” Adjusting your sandals as you slip your hand into his. He kisses the inside of your wrist, taking a whiff of your scent. “Not for food anymore.”

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penaltbox · 5 years ago

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mistakes we make (2) - alex turcotte

Part 1

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here’s part two!! i hope you guys like it (if you do let me know!) and thank you so so much for all the love on the first part!

Owen knows he could make it happen. He knows all he would have to do is call you and tell you Alex was in town and that he was a mess about the choices he’d made. Owen kept in contact with you after Alex left a lot more than he would admit to his teammates. You didn’t make it known either, but you were always thankful to have him around.

He knew Ben well and when he’d visit there was no “stranger danger” fear like your son got around some people. Owen had even babysat a couple times when you were in a pinch and had to run to class with no back up sitter. He eventually decides he’ll stop over the night after Alex gets back into town to gauge what your reaction might be to it all.

He sends you a warning text before he stops over, not wanting to interrupt a nap time or anything. When he walks in the door you visibly sigh, handing the baby over right away.

“Hi buddy!” Owen smiles, tucking the little boy against his chest.

It earns him the signature dimpled smile from your little boy who reaches up to tug on Owen’s ear without warning. Owen winces and gently grabs the little boy’s hand, adjusting him over to his hip a little.

“Bennett, be nice to O. He likes to come see you and I’m sure he’d rather not get beat up,” you say, kissing the side of your son’s head.

Owen laughs and Ben busies himself with the strings on Owen’s sweatshirt, “he’s okay. I can take it. Has he been sleeping better?”

You sigh, wishing you hadn’t been dealing with the sudden bout of sleep regression that your little boy had, “he was good last night, but he didn’t nap well today so we’ll see what happens. But, since you’re here would you mind holding him while I get his bath ready?”

Owen nods and follows you farther into the apartment. It was nice sometimes just to have a bit of a helping hand and luckily Owen always offered. You turn the water on and Owen decides it’s now or never to test your reaction.

“So, uh, you know Alex is in town right?”

You freeze, your heart sinking at the name. It was bad enough you had to see him every time you looked at your baby boy, but now he was back? Why would he even bother coming back to Madison?

You look over your shoulder, gauging what he was getting at, “oh, that’s nice.”

Owen frowns, having expected a little more from you. He’s about to say something else when you turn and take Ben from him, waving him off.

“You can head out. I’ve got it from here and I’ll probably try and put him down for the night after this” you mumble as Bennett reaches back for Owen out of confusion.

Owen’s hand on your arm stops you in your tracks and you can’t look at him. You gently rub Ben’s back and hold him close, his big brown eyes giving you a worried look. He glances over at Owen and back at you, already knowing the tension that had built.

He always knew when your mood shifted and that was one of the hardest parts about being a single mom. You couldn’t hand him off when you were upset to try and keep things calm. Except you can while Owen is there and so you let him take the baby back.

You sit down on the toilet and look up at the two, “I can’t see him, Owen. I can’t handle that. You know how quick he left us.”

Ben lays his head down on Owen’s shoulder and you sigh as you watch how comfortable the two are with each other. Why couldn’t you have gotten involved with him? He never would have left the way Alex did.

“He’s kind of stressed. He saw that video of you and Benny over at Bascom from last week,” Owen admits, watching your eyes widen.

“Owen! Why would you show him that? I keep him blocked for a reason! He has no right to know what goes on in my life anymore,” you raise your voice a little.

Ben picks his head head up and looks over at you as Owen bounces him gently, whispering, “hey, it’s okay. Mommy’s okay.”

“Why does he care all of a sudden? He’s missed everything.”

“I think that’s the point,” Owen starts, “he was gone so he didn’t think about it, but the second he saw Ben in a picture he looked like he saw a ghost. I’m not kidding you; he went full white. Cole thought he was about to pass out.”

“Wish he would have,” you whisper, shutting off the water that was still running in the bath. There was so much to consider with all of it.

This wasn’t fair. Alex couldn’t just decide to show up and play dad now that the stressful part was over. You dealt with getting ready for a baby and shifting your whole life around. You were there when he was a newborn and wouldn’t sleep more than two or three hours in a row. You were the mom Bennett needed and deserved. But what if he could have both parents now...

You manage to get Ben in the bath and dressed in his pj’s before Alex gets brought up again. Ben had gotten fed and fallen asleep in your arms, one hand tightly holding your shirt. With the sleeping problems you’d been having you don’t bother moving him yet.

“What does he want Owen?” You ask, looking over at him. You feel exhausted just from the thoughts that we’re firing through your brain over the situation.

Owen shrugs, “I don’t know for sure. He said he wants to meet him but I didn’t tell him that you and I still hang out.”

“I just don’t want him showing up only to disappear in a couple days. Ben deserves full time parenting. I don’t get to just change my mind and leave him if I get tired or stressed, you know?”

“Hey, I get it. I know you put up with a lot since it’s just you and him. I can check and see what Turcs is thinking and if he seems serious I can reach out to you and try to set something up,” Owen offers, always playing the mitigator role. Sometimes you weren’t sure how you got so lucky to keep him in your life.

You sigh, hating the position you were in. Was it right to tell Alex he couldn’t meet his son? Did he have any right to try and see him after the way he walked off though?

“See if he seems serious. I don’t want this to be some game where he shows up once a year to play the hero and then is gone again,” you finally say.

Owen smiles, leaning over to kiss your cheek as he stands up to leave, “I’ll send you an update tomorrow or something. Give Benny some cuddles for me.”

He leaves quietly, not wanting to wake up the sleeping baby in your arms. You look down, running a finger over Ben’s cheek. He twitches just a bit, his dimple showing on his cheek. You stand up and get him tucked into his crib, leaving your hand on his chest for an extra moment to make sure he didn’t wake up.

“I hope he’s being serious, Ben. You deserve to have a good dad,” you whisper to the sleeping boy, still trying to convince yourself this was the right choice.

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Owen hurries into his own dorm, finding Alex stretched out on the futon where he was sleeping while he visited. Alex sits up at the sudden commotion, confused as to why Owen was out of breath.

“Dude, are you good?” Alex asks, taking in the sight before him.

“Do you want to meet your kid?” Owen deadpans, leaning his hands on his knees.

Alex stands up then, picking Owen up with two fists full of his shirt, “what the fuck, Lindy? What do you mean?”

Owen pushes Alex off quickly, pointing at him, “if you’re being dead ass serious and you won’t bail after meeting him, I can get you to meet the kid. You can’t pop in and disappear though. She won’t let you.”

Owen knew how much it meant to you for Ben to have consistency in his life. The last thing a little kid needed was being confused about who their dad was. Alex gets this excited look on his face then and he’s nodding quickly.

“I swear Owen. This isn’t some joke or anything. I can’t even explain to you what it felt like to see those pictures of him. I can’t stop thinking about what he might be like and what I already missed out on,” Alex says, his heart starting to hammer in his chest.

“Think it over tonight and tomorrow. Then let me know how you feel and I’ll see what I can do,” Owen explains, patting Alex’s shoulder.

The smile on Alex’s face is one that Owen isn’t sure he’s ever seen. He knew Alex was a good guy, which is why he was shocked Alex ever walked out on you in the first place, so he really hopes that this is a serious situation. He thought the world of Ben and it wasn’t even his kid. He knew Alex would be in love when he did get to finally meet him.

What Owen doesn’t expect is all the questions Alex has over the next day. He figured out Owen knows more than he’s letting on with knowing your son and it seems to be eating him alive. He wants to know the baby’s birthday, his full name, and any bit of information in between that he can pry out of Owen.

Owen finally sneaks off to call you, not sure how much you want him knowing ahead of time. He steps outside for a couple minutes, lifting the phone up to his ear.

You answer quickly, a hushed ‘hello’, as you carefully sneak away from your sleeping baby.

“We’ve got a small problem,” Owen says, fueling a moment of panic that runs through you.

“A problem? What kind of problem? What happened?” You ask quickly, a thousand thoughts running through your head, but one sticks out the most, “he’s bailing already, isn’t he?”

“Uh, no actually. The opposite of that really,” Owen says, a nervous laugh slipping from him, “he won’t stop asking questions about Ben and I don’t know how much you want him to know.”

His answer surprises you and you have to think for a second. Was there really anything that would hurt to have him know? Maybe if he knew more ahead of time he’d be more prepared for when, if, he met him.

You sigh, saying, “I guess there really isn’t anything he shouldn’t know. Does he still think he wants to meet him?”

“Oh yeah, he’s dying to meet him. It’s so weird to see him like this. Everything out of his mouth since yesterday has been about Ben.”

The thought of Alex actually being involved stirs up butterflies in the pit of your stomach. You figured you’d lost him forever, but you would do anything to give Ben a good life. If that meant having to swallow your pride and let Alex be around however he could, then that was what you’d do.

“Hmm, took him long enough to want to be around. I talked to my parents so they know what’s going on. My dad said if Alex pulls anything stupid to have you beat him up,” you laugh, not having been surprised by your dad’s advice.

Owen laughs as well, before quietly responding, “I’ll do it if I have to. Promise. You want to figure out a time for them to meet?”

“Tomorrow afternoon? I can meet you guys somewhere if you need me to.”

“We can come to you. That way you and Ben are comfortable,” Owen offers, making you smile.

“Text me before you come over,” you say, taking a deep breath.

You get off the phone and look around. You knew you should start cleaning, even though it wasn’t that messy. It would make things look good and maybe it would get your mind off the fact Alex was about to finally meet the little boy he’d left a year ago.

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The knock on your door the next day makes your heart race. You’d come to terms with Alex meeting Ben and that it was probably for the best. You hadn’t come to terms however with the feelings you might have still had for Alex. Those weren’t important right now though.

Ben is slowly waking up in his crib, his afternoon nap finishing up, and you’re sure the knocking will help that along. You open the front door and see Owen, a big smile on his face.

He says hello before giving you a hug and making his way into your apartment. He was more than comfortable, so he steals a spot on the couch and stretches out. You turn back to look outside and you’re immediately met with the sight of Alex.

Your breath hitches for a second and you realize you’d never dealt with any of the feelings you had for him. Your stomach sinks and you give him the best smile you can manage.

“Hi,” you say quietly, not sure what else you were even supposed to say to him.

“Hi,” he smiles softly at you, “you look good.”

You fight the urge to scoff, knowing he threw out compliments when he knew someone was mad at him. You step to the side so that he can walk in and you hear Ben cry a little. Owen looks up at you and Alex immediately and Alex looks towards the hallway.

“I’ll go get him,” you tell them, slipping past Alex.

Bennett is awake when you get in his room and he gives you a big smile when he finally sees you. He had to be the happiest baby and you loved when he gave you that sweet look after a good nap. You get him out of his swaddle and pick him up, trying to smooth his hair out a bit.

He leans his head down on your shoulder, snuggling into your chest as he continues to wake up more. You head back into the living room, holding your breath. Alex had sat next to Owen, taking up the middle seat of your couch. He looks over at you and stands up immediately, his eyes locked on the little boy in your arms.

“Alex,” you start, taking a couple steps closer, “this is Bennett, but Ben for short. Owen calls him Benny sometimes and he doesn’t seem to mind that.”

Alex seems to get tears in his eyes for a moment and he sniffs quickly, holding his hand out and gently rubbing Ben’s back. Ben sits up a little and gives Alex a confused look. He, of course, had no clue who this guy was that was in his house.

“He might be a little hesitant. We’re dealing with a stranger danger phase lately and he gets scared when he doesn’t know people,” you explain, watching as Ben continues to size up Alex.

“That’s okay. Hi,” he says softly, smiling at Ben.

Ben seems to notice Owen then and he lets out a little squeal, smiling right away. You see Alex’s smile drop as he glances back at his old teammate. Owen smiles and waves at Ben, earning a giggle from the little boy.

Alex looks back at Ben and nods a little, “you like him, huh? You’ve seen him lots I bet.”

“Owen’s been a huge help,” you defend, switching Ben to the other hip, “despite how cute he is, having a baby is kind of a lot of work.”

“I’m sorry,” Alex blurts out suddenly, but he isn’t looking at you. Not at first anyways, and then he does turn his attention to you, “I’m really sorry. It wasn’t fair that I left the way I did. I shouldn’t have done that.”

You nod, not really having an answer for him. What were you supposed to say? It wasn’t okay. You weren’t over it. You didn’t trust the situation that was happening, but here it was so you were doing your best to keep your cool.

“Do you want to hold him?” You ask instead, watching Alex’s face light up. He nods and you take a second to get Ben to look at Alex, “can you say hi? You want to go see Alex? It’s okay, we like him.”

You wait until Ben gives Alex a little smile, knowing he wasn’t as cautious about him anymore. You carefully hand him over, making sure Alex holds him right. He situates him on his hip and Ben turns his attention up to Alex. He starts to babble at him, gently hitting his hands on Alex’s chest, and you sigh.

“He’s beating you up because he likes you. Don’t worry,” you laugh a little, watching the two of them interact.

Alex smiles, letting Ben do whatever he wants, “I probably deserve it, little guy. Go ahead.”

You roll your eyes at that and take a seat on the couch. Owen gives you a little nod and you watch Alex interact with Ben for the first time. It was easy to tell he actually cared and the sight makes the mom side of you so happy.

Alex and Owen hang around the rest of the day and Alex can’t get enough of Ben. He hardly wants to let him go, but does when he needs to be fed or changed. He seems to hover, not wanting to be in the way, but still wanting to get as much time as possible with him.

As it gets closer to bedtime for Ben, Owen announces he has somewhere he needs to be. You’d bet he’s lying but you don’t question it either. He steals Ben for a moment from Alex, saying goodbye and getting a big laugh out of the baby. Once he hands him back he leaves you with Alex, a silence filling the room right away.

“I know I probably can’t ask for this,” Alex says eventually, “but am I allowed to be in his life? I know I messed up and I swear to you I regret it, but can we change things moving forward?”

You let out a big sigh, watching as Ben rubs his eyes and leans into Alex’s chest. Between Ben looking tired and the sad look Alex is giving you, you swear they’ve never looked more alike.

“I mean, you aren’t taking him overnight or anything,” you say, starting to get worried that he might take Ben.

“No, no, I don’t want to take him or anything. God knows I couldn’t handle a baby full time. I just don’t want to be a deadbeat. I want him to know who I am,” he explains, making a face at Ben when he looks at him and getting a giggle out of his slap-happy baby.

It’s like he knows all the things you’re worried about and he keeps going, explaining that he’ll help however you need it and he’ll come back and spend as much time as you’ll let him in the summers. He’s saying the right things and you hope the actions will follow.

Ben starts to fuss a little and he doesn’t want Alex anymore. He reaches for you and pouts his bottom lip out until you take him. Alex seems reluctant to let him go, but he knows he has to.

You lay him down and slip his pacifier in his mouth, patting his back gently. He fights you for a second before Alex reaches over and puts his hand on the side of his head, gently sweeping his thumb over Ben’s little eyebrow. Ben’s eyes slip closed and he lets out a little whine, but falls quiet when Alex continues to do it. You give Alex a confused look, earning a bashful smile from him.

“My mom swears it was the only way to get me to fall asleep as a baby,” he says, turning his attention back to Ben.

“He deserves a good dad,” you say, still watching Alex. You didn’t want to have Ben get attached just for Alex to decide things are too hard and disappear again.

“I know,” Alex nods, “he’s already got the best mom I could hope for. I owe her a lot of apologies, too. She can tell me how to make things up to her any time now.”

You give him a confused look, but glance down at Ben, “he’s everything now. If you’re good to him then you’re good with me.”

“Deal.”

You wait until Ben seems to be fully asleep to transfer him to his crib. Alex follows right behind you, watching all the things you do to get him tucked in. Swaddle, pacifier, noise machine, and leaving your hand on his chest for an extra moment.

When you head back to the living room Alex mentions he should get going, not wanting to impose too much. You nod, knowing you had a million things to think over with all of this.

“Let me know when I can see him again. I’ll come here or whatever you want,” Alex says, pocketing his phone and standing near the door.

You nod, unlocking it and reaching for the handle. Alex gently swats your hand away and leans down to kiss your cheek. You know you blush hard, staring up at him in shock.

“Thank you for letting me meet him. I can’t wait to get to know him and I can’t wait to see you guys again,” he smiles, opening the door and heading out.

Maybe you had a million and one things you needed to think about and all of them were Alex Turcotte’s fault.

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brianc521 · 5 years ago

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Stressed | Nap Date 4

He’s stressed. That’s the only thing she can see from her side of the facetime call. Shawn’s stressed. Shawn’s stressed because not only is he supposed to be on break from tour but now he’s being told he needs to make a music video for a song he recorded long before he met Ember. He’s stressed because he didn’t think the song was gonna get released, and because of that he’s stressed because he’s yet to play it for Ember.

Most importantly, he’s stressed because he’s been trying to plan a trip back to her for his break, that way he can see her at some point. Not just leave her hanging like a bad boyfriend does.

“No that doesn’t work.” He tugs at his long curls that are dying for a haircut. “I have a stupid rehearsal for the video. I don’t want to do it. I don’t even want to do it.” He beats himself up. "And I can’t do dinner because I’ve got to go to the studio to rerecord the chorus.”

“It’s okay Shawn.” She shrugs, trying to show him that she understands. She knew it was going to be a long shot for him to be able to visit on his break. He’s working and she understands that. This was a last minute idea that he’s stressing himself to see through.

“No it’s not.” He shakes his head. “I promised I wouldn’t let this happen. I promised I wouldn’t let my work come in between us.”

“It’s not.” She shakes her head. Gasping a bit at his words. “It’s not coming between us Shawn.”

“It is! I never see you.” He works himself up even more, and she’s worried that if he keeps going he’ll work himself into panic. “And don’t you dare say that we’re seeing each other right now. Because this doesn’t count. I want to hold you, I want you to tell me about your day while I play with your hair. I want you in front of me, physically.”

She smiles, taking a few deep breaths, willing him to copy her actions. He does, he always picks up on her silent clues. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him, she makes big things feel small and that he can conquer them.

“I just need to see you. Everything's too much lately, and I can’t function anymore. I feel like I can’t breathe properly, and that my thoughts are crazy, and I just need to hold you.”

She nods, “Okay. So what day do you have off? Completely?”

“Tomorrow.” He groans, scrubbing a hand across his face, cursing Andrew and Cez for their awful planning.

She grins, biting her lip, giggling a little before she goes. “All it’d take is one flight. We’d be in the same timezone.”

Shawn laughs, a small, breathy laugh. He looks up through red glossy eyes and smiles at her. She shrugs in response. “Are you serious?”

“I got an idea. And I know it sounds crazy oh I just wanna see ya.” She continues.

“Do you got plans tonight?” He asks, reaching for his laptop.

“I’m a couple hundred miles from you, and I was thinking you could fly to my apartment tonight.”

Shawn laughs, hearty this time. Throwing his head back and putting a hand to his chest. “I’ll see you in four hours, be ready.” He grins.

She wakes when her alarm goes off, quickly turning it off, looking over to Shawn to make sure he’s still asleep. She doesn’t know why she’s so worried to wake him, he’s completely dead to the world. Has been since he got home last night.

He landed at about 11 pm, rushed to her apartment and didn’t say a word other than ‘cuddles’ before picking her up and hauling her to the bedroom where he promptly threw her on the bed and landed on top of her. She swears he was already snoring by the time he fell on her.

She steps out of the room to call her boss and call out sick. She knows he needs her, and if she’s being honest with herself, she needs the time with him too. He’s not wrong, it does feel like she doesn’t breathe the same when he’s not around. It’s like her heartbeat is a step off, but when he’s in her vicinity its finally in tune.

Once called out, she goes about her morning by making a cup of coffee and starting on his favorite breakfast. Waffles.

She takes her time, humming ‘Lost in Japan’ and smiling at the fact that he really caught a flight just to spend the day with her. It’s crazy, completely and totally crazy. She has a hint of guilt, that festers when she thinks about the fact that he has to fly back at 5 in the morning tomorrow. It spiraled when she noticed the bags under his eyes when she traced his features last night after he passed out.

He’s too thin, and his hair is too long. He’s just tired, and a little unhealthy for her liking, and she just wants to take care of him. So she makes him 6 waffles, herself 2, and has enough batter to make him four more if he asks.

“What are you doing?” His hoarse voice asks. She jumps at the sound, lost in her thoughts. “Sorry Emi, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He slinks behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, tugging her back into his body.

“I’m making you breakfast. Coffee?” She asks looking up at him, head rested on his chest.

“Tea?” He raises an eyebrow. “I can make it, I’m sorry that was rude.” He turns away from her embrace.

“No.” She pouts, taking hold of his arm and turning him back to her. He looks at her, bleary eyes blinking slowly down at her. “Go sit.” She pushes him to the table.

“No I can-”

“No I got it.” She shakes her head.

“Babe I can make it. I don’t need you to-”

“Shawn Manuel.” She puts her hands on her hips. His lips shut immediately, and he looks at her like he’s being grounded. “I want to take care of you, go sit your cute butt down and let me make you some tea.”

He smiles softly, nodding and kissing the top of her head before going to sit down like he was told. “I appreciate it honey, but you need to get ready for work.”

She cringes lightly, knowing he’s not going to like what she has to say.

“What’s that face?” He raises an eyebrow.

“I called out?” She reaches for her herbal grey.

“You what?” He sits forward.

“I called out, so I’m here with you all day.”

“No call back, you don’t-”

“Shawn.” She turns and looks at him. “Did you really think that I wouldn’t? I mean fuck, you flew all the way here to see me. Did you really think that I would just leave you here? You think that I don’t want to spend time with you too? You think that I don’t miss you like crazy? You think that I’m functioning without you?”

“Hey.” He reaches for her hand, tugging her closer to him. “I’m sorry.” He whispers looking up at her through his somehow perfect lashes. “I just don’t want you risking your career to spend the day here with me.”

“I’m not. I’m so far ahead it’s not even funny. I’ve got sick time out the ass.” She curls her hand into his hair at the back of his head.

“Okay.” He nods smiling up at her. “Why are you so hellbent on taking care of me?” He tilts his head to the side.

“Because you’re thin, and tired, and alone for so long. You need to be spoiled too. You need someone to make you tea, and waffles with chocolate chips and whip cream.”

His eyes light up when she says that. “You didn’t.”

“I did.” She points to the massive stack of waffles on his plate.

“Why so many?” He laughs, standing to grab both plates, setting them on the table turning back for his cup of tea and her cup of coffee.

“Hey! I’m-”

“I’m allowed to spoil you too.” He pulls her chair out, kissing her lips softly before taking the seat next to her.

Shawn ended up eating all six pancakes, and proceeded to politely ask for four more. He’s so full he swears he won’t ever eat again, and every time he says that she rolls her eyes. Currently they’re sprawled across her small couch, laying on each other in what looks to be the most uncomfortable position but finding themselves rather cozy.

His head is on her chest, her fingers in his hair. He sighs in contentment when she kisses the top of his head, pulling him as close as she can.

“Do you want another glass of tea?” She asks softly, as the episode of Grey’s they’re watching goes to a commercial break.

He looks up with puppy dog eyes, now starting to feel really bad considering this would be glass number three she’s made for him.

“Don’t give me that look. I told you this morning-”

“I wanna take care of you too though.” He mumbles, holding her tight so she can’t leave him quite yet.

“You do.” She traces a finger down his nose.

He gives her a dead look, not buying her statement. “I haven’t. Not in the way that you take care of me, and I want to so bad. You just don’t let me.”

“Excuse me?” She laughs, standing up and going to the kitchen to make him more tea. “I don’t let you? Says the man that sends me food so I don’t have to make dinner. Or notices that my sweatshirt doesn’t look as cozy as it used to so he sends five of his??” She peeks her head out of the kitchen.

He doesn’t deny anything, just blushes and looks down into his lap.

“You take care of me Shawn, you take care of me when you’re not even here. I don’t get to do that. I can’t take care of you unless you are here. So please, would you relax and allow me to make you simple glass of tea?” She asks handing him the cup. He takes a long sip, closing his eyes and groaning when he tastes it.

“You’re tea is always so good.” He whines. “I don’t ever want to drink anyone else’s. Like at my interview yesterday, they offered so I had some. I kid you not I almost spit it out because it was awful.”

“Shawn!” She laughs, pushing his shoulder playfully.

“Nothing compares to my Emi.” He looks up at her with a cheeky grin.

The day has been the best day Shawn or Emi’s had in a long time. To be wrapped in each other and not have to worry about anything other than clicking yes to the ‘are you still watching’ pop up on Netflix is so freeing.

Shawn’s got his head in Emi’s lap as she plays with his hair. He can’t help but feel this overwhelming happiness wash over him every time she laughs along with the show they’re watching. Hearing her happy, knowing she’s happy, makes his heart feel lighter. It’s almost as if it’s his reaction to knowing that the most important thing in his life is content.

“Feeling any better?” She asks softly, looking down as he shifts to look up at her.

“Yeah, you always make me feel better.” He answers truthfully.

She blushes, biting her lip as she nods, “Good.”

“I’m so happy right now, I don’t think it’s possible for me to be happier.”

“I’m happy too.” She caresses his face.

And he says it without even realizing it at first. It just floats out of his mouth, “God I love you.”

Her eyes go wide for a moment, but quickly she grins and giggles, “I love you too.”

They take a moment to smile at each other, just soaking in the moment. That is until Shawn realizes what’s been said. When he does, he’s sitting up quickly, looking to her with wide eyes and pink cheeks.

“We’ve never said that before.”

“No I haven’t.” She shakes her head. “You, my Love, talk in your sleep.”

He nods, but then does another double take towards her. “I what?”

“You talk in your sleep.” She rubs her thumb over his ear, knowing that he subconsciously folds into her when she does that. “You told me you loved me the last time you were home. Just, while you were dreaming.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that!” He whines, flopping back against the couch.

“Because I didn’t want to rush you. I knew that when you were ready you’d tell me.” She shrugs, crawling closer to him now that he’s flopped away from her.

“I’m ready.” He nods, looking at her.

“Baby I know you’re ready, was just waiting.” She sings out, giggling afterward.

“You just love to change the lyrics to my songs huh?” He lunges forward to tickle her side. She shrieks, pulling away. As he chases after her they go running throughout her apartment. It’s not until Shawn grabs a hold of her waist that his normal clumsiness takes over. His fuzzy socked foot hits the hardwood of the hall and before he knows it he’s taking her and himself down to the ground in a hard thud.

“Oh Baby.” He worries, reaching for Ember. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

All the while she’s just laughing up a storm, caught up in the emotions and actions to feel any pain. Not that she has any, he totally broke her fall by pulling her on top of him. “I’m okay.” She takes hold of his face. “You’re so clumsy.”

“That wasn’t my smoothest moment.” He looks away embarrassed.

“Have you ever been smooth?” She raises an eyebrow at him.

“Yes!” He protests. “You told me so. On the night we met.”

“Oh yes, Cinderella.” She nods, climbing onto his lap.

“Who knew Cinderella wore a short blue dress, the tallest heels I’ve ever seen, and ended the night in my boots?” He grins.

“You remember what I wore that night?” She asks, leaning back in shock.

“Are you kidding? I remember everything about that night.”

“Like what?”

“Like how you joked that I was Raul when you first walked up to me and Juniper.” He shrugs. “Or that you had a really important presentation the next day and set an alarm for when you needed to leave, but didn’t get home but 4 hours after your alarm.”

“And who’s fault was that.” She gives him a pointed look.

“I still have Doris’ note.” He pipes up, eyes sparkling.

“What note?”

“Doris wrote me a note on the back of the receipt from our midnight snack.” He explains while reaching back into his jean pocket, pulling his wallet out. He opens the expensive leather and pulls out a worn flimsy piece of receipt paper. “The order is worn off by now, but her note still stands, clear as day.”

Ember takes the receipt into her hand and reads the note. “I was really hoping that you wouldn’t break my heart because I knew I was gonna fall in love with you after that night.”

“I won’t break your heart. I promise.” He says softly, nudging her nose with his own. “Can I have my receipt back now?” He holds his hand out for it.

“Why do you still have it?”

“I like to keep it with me. It’s a nice reminder of one of the best nights of my life when I need some inspiration.” He tucks it away safely into his wallet.

“You do know how to make a girl’s heart melt.” She whispers, causing him to look up with his big brown puppy dog eyes.

“I love you.”

“I love you.” She responds, leaning forward to capture his lips in a much needed soft sweet kiss.

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gustafsnightangel · 4 years ago

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Shattered Lives Ch 20 Pt 2

“Shhh Lily bear.” He cooed as he pulled her from the crib. “Let Mum Mum sleep some more.” Gustaf figured if he let her sleep late like yesterday she’d get a full eight hours before having to get up. Not only that his work consisted of reading scripts and doing interviews. Not exactly mentally taxing so he could nap if he needed to, he’d take the weight off her while it lasted. He sat Lily in her chair as Brendan came out of the bathroom and went to get the twins out of bed. He’d thought about doing that but this was their routine. He had to adjust to them not the other way around.

He got the kids settled at the table for breakfast and sipped his tea. They talked about what plans they had for their day, the soccer match after school, the one he wouldn’t be missing, and their weekend.

“Can you watch Lily, Brendan, I need to get Ama up for work.” He asked as he finished making their lunches.

“Sure.” The teenager said as he shoved the lunch Gustaf handed him in his bag. “Come here little monster.” He said blowing a raspberry on Lily’s neck and making her giggle.

She was a sight Gustaf thought as he set eyes on her, laying on her stomach, arms and legs sprawled at different angles. Smiling he crawled onto the bed and started kissing her shoulders, then neck, and finally those lips as she rolled over and looked at him.

“I let you sleep in again.” He grinned. “Time to get up.”

“Thanks.” Her voice was groggy and she looked as if she wasn’t all the way back from Neverland yet.

“Hop in a shower love, wake up, come have tea and breakfast.”

“Ok.” She yawned and stretched catching him around the neck before he could sit up. Pulling him to her she kissed him, that erotic taste of her making his head swim.

“You can’t kiss me like that when I can’t fuck you like I want to before you go to work.” He scoffed and her chuckle was wicked.

“Get up.” He laughed and left her to shower.

She never failed to take his breath away. Standing in the kitchen a little while later in a charcoal grey suit and peacock blue blouse, the woman was drop dead gorgeous. Lily snuggled into his chest as he slipped a hand over her hip and kissed her temple, lingering.

“You’re very lucky the kids are here love or you’d be extremely late for court.” His tone low, he knew what that tone did to her and would bet the house that she was wet and wanting.

“You can peel me out of it tonight.” She purred and took Lily from him. “But right now, we have to get going.” Her kiss was chaste and his hand, lightening quick, held her by the back of her neck as he kissed her slowly and deepened it.

“Bye love.” He grinned and kissed her deeply so it made her brain all fuzzy. “Have a good day.” He whispered.

“You too.” Her kiss was equally sinful.

“Have a good day boys.” He said finally finding his voice. She stole his breath like she’d stolen his soul.

There were choruses of you too and they were gone. The whirlwind of weekday mornings were enough to make his head spin. He tidied up and went home to start cleaning out the office he was planning for Sildie.

He hadn’t been in this room for a while. It had been a dumping ground for boxes and discarded items when he’d first moved in. Some of it still remained because he’d become so busy with work after Ana left he’d never finished cleaning it out. Well not anymore he thought. Time to clean this shit up and purge the items you clearly don’t need.

He found the more he let go of his shit with Ana the more he let go of other crap in his life. He waded through boxes of old books, clothes and general junk. When he stopped for a break he called a thrift store and scheduled them to pick it all up tomorrow, at least someone else might find his junk useful.

He was rummaging through a box when his hand stopped suddenly and his breath caught before whooshing out like someone had gut punched him.

“Fuck!” He choked and let the tears fall, he couldn’t have held them in even if he’d tried. “Fuck!” He sat heavily on the floor as his legs gave out from under him no longer able to keep him upright. Pulling himself to sit cross legged he held the tiny knitted bootie in his fingers, the super soft yarn whispering to him of a pain he’d never heal from.

A bootie from a child that never existed. Another spiteful game, another ploy by Ana at completely destroying him. It had almost worked if it hadn’t been for his mother. She’d seen through Ana’s lies when he was too distraught to, blinded by grief, by hatred for the woman who he’d given every part of himself to.

He let it out, the overwhelming fury, disgust, and pain. The grief of what could have been had it not been imagined, had it not been used to twist the knife in his already shattered soul. He felt the panic attack suddenly surface. It wasn’t surprising since this discovery had come on the heels of Wednesday evening. Too much, way too much to deal with.

With the bootie still in his hand he tried to suck down oxygen as his entire being freaked out. The sensation of a heart attack, asphyxiation, and passing out quite real in his mind. The nausea and dizziness almost winning their battle.

“Breathe.” He commanded himself. “Just. Fucking. Breathe.” He choked out. His thoughts turned to Sildie, her smile, her laugh and his breathing began to calm but he was shaking violently, the adrenaline all too real. He gradually got to his feet when he thought he could stand without collapsing and finding his phone he called Sildie’s number.

He knew he’d get her voicemail but just the sound of her greeting calmed him further. He left her a brief message and hoped it wasn’t too shaky. With the sudden urge to be out of his apartment he grabbed his coat, keys, beanie, and phone and locked the door behind him.

He placed a hand on the door and breathed, that was enough to settle him so he could drive. This was the first time he couldn’t deal with being in his own apartment and he hated Ana for that. His sanctuary, the home he’d hoped to make with Sildie someday. Fuck you he screamed in his mind. Fuck. You.

He drove around for an hour or so, thoughts running through his mind like a freight train. He couldn’t deal with that, couldn’t begin to even fathom how he’d tell Sildie. Before he really knew what he was doing he’d parked at the courthouse and sat staring out over the hood of the car at a concrete wall.

His phone vibrated and Sildie’s tone filled his ears. The sigh of relief relaxed him as he answered it. Somehow he’d made it to her like his entire being just knew what he needed.

“Hi love.” He tried not to convey too much grief in his tone.

“Hey, you ok? You sounded pretty shaken up.” She was on high alert now as she heard that sorrow in his voice.

“I’m ok now, found some stuff that slammed a few memories home, you know? Too much, too soon after Wednesday.” He said and let the tears come.

She was worried, rarely did he fall apart like this, rarely did he sound so defeated, so brittle. “Where are you?” She asked gently.

He chuckled. “Actually I’d been driving around for an hour or so before I found myself parked at your courthouse.”

“You’re in the garage?” She said surprised. This was worse than she’d thought.

“Yeah.”

“Third floor, room 6. Come up and have lunch with me I’ll have them pass you through.”

“Sildie I’m ok I just...”

“It wasn’t a request Gustaf.” She said sternly and cut him off. “I need to, I need to know that you’re ok. Come up and have lunch with me.” She softened her tone burying the fear. “Please.” He could hear the worry in her voice, that concern that made it quaver.

“You sure? I don’t want to get in the way.” Which was the truth. It was bad enough she was worried about him.

“You’re not. We’ve adjourned for the day.” Please love she pleaded silently, let me take care of you.

“Ok, I’ll be up soon.” He said quietly, knowing if he didn’t get upstairs in a timely manner she’d be in the garage with a team of security and would find his sorry ass. Then she’d be pissed and worried and worried was bad enough.

She hung up the phone and explained to her first chair she’d meet him back at the office or see him Monday. Oliver was heading back anyway so they’d at least have some privacy. She had the guard on the door go down and clear Gustaf through security.

She stood carefully as the door opened, braced herself for whatever was about to come her way, hands twisting in front of her. She knew just from the way his shoulders slumped the memory had hit him harder than she’d first anticipated, harder than Wednesday even. He came to her silently, it had to be his choice to talk to her. The fact he’d called her set her slightly at ease.

His arms came around her and he just held her. Her scent, her warmth, home, comfort. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to freak you out with my message.” He mumbled.

“It’s ok.” She took his face in her hands and kissed him sweetly. “Come sit and eat.” She wouldn’t bully him to talk, but she was hoping he’d talk to her eventually after she got him settled. His emotions were all over the place and she’d have to play it carefully.

“How long is your lunch break?” He asked as he seemed to fold himself up on the chair trying to make himself disappear.

“As long as I need.” She said softly, as she passed him half of her sandwich that he’d lovingly made for her this morning.

She smiled as he started to eat even though he probably didn’t feel like it. Her turn to care for him. She got up and went to the urn to make a fresh tea for them both giving him the space, the calm to collect himself and his thoughts.

As she placed the tea on the table and sat down she noticed he was fiddling with something, those talented fingers gently caressing fabric with such care as he stared out the window. She brushed a knuckle along the back of his hand and he sucked in a breath as he came back from where ever his mind had wandered off to.

“Sorry. Lost in thought there.” He smiled and looked at the beautiful woman across from him. How could he tell her, how could he not add more pain to those loving eyes he thought? “You were reading it.” He stated as his eyes fell on his notebook.

“At lunch I read some when I get a moment.” She said softly and he nodded letting out a slow breath as if he was preparing for battle. Which in his mind it probably was, she thought.

“I was cleaning out some stuff today in the second office. It had become a dumping ground for a lot of shit over the years. Figured while I’m home and cleaning the mind of unwanted crap I may as well clean my apartment of it too.” He chuckled but there was no humor in it.

“It’s good to purge the clutter.” Her voice was gentle as she knew this was going to hurt him so much and it killed her to see that pain in his usually bright eyes.

“It is.” He paused and looked at the item in his fingers. “I was sorting through a box when I came across this.” He said and gently placed the bootie on the table and pushed it toward Sildie, his index finger resting on it like he didn’t quite have the heart or will to truly let it go.

Oh fuck she thought, fucking fuck. Her whole body suddenly jerked with the shock of the tiny bootie in front of her like someone had slapped her fair across the face. She didn’t, Ana didn’t, Sildie thought and looked at him, those eyes so full of immeasurable pain. She did. Sildie felt that lethal fury surge forward, the plummet of her gut, that fucking bitch she swore silently. Never in her life had she contemplated homicide but she was working on it. She wanted to kill the bitch and had many creative ways to do it floating in and out of her mind.

He saw the realization, watched her mind work and click it into place. “I haven’t talked about this with anyone, it’s too painful.” He choked and took a steadying breath. “But I need to tell you, to get it out because this...” he tapped the fuzzy bootie. “This has ripped those wounds wide open again and I can’t breathe, I can’t get past it.” The sobs threatened and he slammed them down. He would get this out, he owed her the truth. Her finger stroked the back of his hand until he breathed and calmed his thoughts. She stayed silent not trusting her own emotions for the moment. She was barely breathing from the lethal fury coursing through her at the woman who had fucked with him, he was devastated.

Once he was more settled he sipped his tea and continued. “At the end of our relationship, when things had started turning really sour, Ana came home one night to tell me she was pregnant. I think it was her last ditch effort in keeping me chained to her. It brought us back together for a short time, I was determined to make it work for the sake of our child even though I had my doubts it was mine. We set up a nursery, bought clothes, did all the preparation. But when it became too difficult for her to continue the charade she faked a miscarriage.” He choked on his own words as they ripped his throat to shreds on their way out.

“I was devastated, heartbroken.” His voice cracked and her hand shot across the table and gripped his to urge him to get it all out. “I only found out later that it was all bullshit. My mum had done some digging of her own. Was I that fucking stupid?” He asked her through tears as he looked at her. “Was I so fucking stupid to not see something wasn’t right? So stupid to want to make it work when she was clearly in it for what, money, the joy in my pain? Fuck I don’t know anymore.”

“No love. You’re not stupid.” She murmured, standing she moved to him. “You’re kind, and gentle, and loving, but you’re not stupid.” She wrapped her arms around him and held his head to her as he cried. You’re just a man that’s far too kind and sweet for his own good she thought.

“How was I so blind to what she was?” His voice was hoarse.

“She’s a master manipulator love. A narcissist, and they’re very good at playing those sorts of head games.” She said softly, kissing his brow.

He pulled her into his lap and just held her as she held him. Sildie was at a point she was ready to find this Ana and make her regret ever tangling with him.

“I’m sorry. Shit, I’m sorry Sildie. You don’t need this right now and we’re at your work and...” He said suddenly as if realizing they weren’t at home. She cupped a hand to his cheek and wiped the stray tear away.

“It’s ok love.” She kissed him lovingly, that sweetness that soothed. “Thank you for telling me, coming to me.”

“I’m sorry I just needed you.” He rested his head against hers. “Sorry, I’m being so fucking needy.” He huffed.

“I’m always here for you love. Even if it’s a little delayed because I’m in court. I’ll always find time for you.” Especially at the moment when you’re so lost she added silently.

“I should go and let...”

“Stay a while.” She kissed him tenderly. “Please? There’s no rush. I just have some reading to do before leaving early for the game tonight and I can do that right here. With you.”

“Fuck what time is that again. I swear my brain isn’t functioning right now.” He scrubbed a hand over his face and swiped the tears away.

“It’s at five. You can hang here if you want for a few hours and follow or go home first, it’s up to you.” She kissed him again and she felt him relax. “Drink your tea.” She smiled. “Relax your mind.”

“Thank you.” He said quietly as he kissed her temple.

“Together remember.” She looked at the bootie and her heart sank. He wanted kids, it was obvious, and she was still on the fence. That was a much bigger problem for another day.

He sipped his tea and let his mind wander. Mainly to him and Sildie having a brood of their own. He knew she didn’t want kids and that thought weighed heavily on him. For the immediate future they had four kids to raise, wasn’t that enough?

“Another tea?” She asked and stood collecting her cup. He nodded and she took his with her to refill.

Sitting across from him again she placed the teacups on the table. She picked up the bootie and held it a moment, his eyes following it as she slipped it into his notebook with all the other toxic memories. He felt the pang of loss again as she closed the cover. It was where it belonged now, he thought, in with all the other shit Ana had put him through. The child was nothing it a lie, it was never real and he had to remember that.”

“Are you ok if it stays in there?” She asked gently.

He nodded quickly. “It’s where it belongs.”

“I need to do some reading you ok to sit with me for a bit?” She asked hoping he’d stay. She was worried for him at the moment, his state of mind more fragile than she’d first thought.

“I’ll finish my tea and then go home and get some stuff done before the game. I have a load of laundry that needs to end up in the dryer.” He chuckled dryly. He was starting to come back to her she thought. Those eyes of Viking blue clearer now even if they were rimmed with red.

“Could you grab my longer coat for me? I forgot to toss it in the car this morning as someone was distracting me with kisses that were very tasty.” She smirked.

“Anything for you love.” He reached across the table and took her fingers in his and brought them to his lips. He kissed them and nipped her knuckle playfully. He needed to put it away, he couldn’t stay in that blackness for too long or it would consume him whole, again, and it was bad enough the first time around. He’d let it out, he’d told the one person that mattered, now it was time to put it away, move on from it.

She watched him bury it, putting it aside so it didn’t come between them. She read her files, her fingers intertwined with his as he sipped his tea, absently stroking them but well aware of his mental state. Watching her work he felt the calm settle over him and by the time he’d finished his tea he he would have just enough time to make it home, collect her coat and grab some snacks for the game. He squeezed her fingers and brought them to his lips, kissing them before he stood.

He didn’t have to tug her to her feet, she stood and wrapped her arms around him without hesitation. She could feel his sorrow, his pain, it ripped through him like a storm cloud tearing itself apart on a raging wind.

“Feeling better?” She asked gently.

“Much, thank you.” He kissed her, that slow burn that promised so much more.

“See you at the game?” She asked breathless.

“You bet.” He kissed her again. “Text me when you’re on your way.” He said softly and pulled his coat on. “I may need the reminder.”

“I will, drive safe love.” She kissed him slowly, that lingering kiss that spelled seduction. Watched as he walked away, those long legs eating up the floor quickly.

As soon as he got home he went straight to the office and dug around in the same box the bootie was in. There was nothing else to remind him of the phantom child. Breathing a sigh of relief he sat on the floor heavily. The sooner this crap from their relationship was out of his apartment the better.

Two more boxes to go and he would tackle those tomorrow before the guys from the second hand store arrive to pick everything up. He took the three bags of trash down, happy to finally be rid of it, grabbed snacks and Sildie’s coat and headed to the game, her text tone filling the elevator on his way down to the car. He wasn’t going to be late or miss this one for anything.

He made it to the game before Sildie, which wasn’t unusual as she had to collect Lily from daycare. He sat in their usual spot, the twins barreling over to him at full speed and tackled him in a bear hug.

“You came.” Liam grinned.

“Sure did.” He grinned and gave them quick hugs before their coach called them back over.

“Go on, I’ll be right here, all game.” He chuckled as they sprinted back to their team.

He heard the dad dad before he saw his two best girls. Turning he smiled and clapped his hands for Lily and she almost threw herself at him.

“Hello little lady.” He said kissing the toddler until she giggled. “Hello lovely lady.” He murmured in that low timbre she’d missed over these past weeks.

“Hi.” She trailed a finger down his jaw and kissed him sweetly. His eyebrow arched. It was the first time she’d kissed him here, in public.

“Where’s Brendan?” Gustaf asked when he didn’t see the teen with her.

“Last minute sleepover.” She handed over Lily to Gustaf and pulled her heavier coat on that stopped the chill dead. “He’s hitting the rink tomorrow with a hockey buddy for some skating practice.”

“It means a lot to him.” He said sitting Lily in his lap and helping her clap her hands for the boys as they took the field.

“Yes, it was Quinn’s favorite sport to watch and when he suggested it to Brendan the kid took to it like a duck to water. Now he just wants to make his dad proud.”

“It’s good for him too, team building, team work.”

“It is. Same for these two trouble makers.” She nodded and stood up as Finn had the ball. “Go go go go.” She breathed as he tore down the field.

“He got it!” Her smile was electric and he kissed her temple as she sat back down.

“He got it. One for Liam?”

“Fingers crossed.” She said grinning. He looked slightly better than a few hours ago she thought, but he was still reeling. He was here though, with her, with the kids, talking. Things were better even with the shock find today.

By the end of the game the twins had a goal a piece and were on cloud nine when they came off the field.

“Did you see it Gustaf?” Liam asked beaming. “Did you see it?”

“Sure did, and Finn’s. What do you think Ama, ice cream to celebrate?”

“I think that’s perfect.” She grinned as the twins climbed all over Gustaf with hugs and excitement. This was just what he needed to pull him back from all that grief today.

The kids piled into the car as Gustaf strapped Lily in her car seat. He shut the door once Finn was in and pressed Sildie against it kissing her deeply.

“With Brendan at a sleepover, do you think Lily can sleep in his room tonight?” He kissed her again, more seductively than the first.

“Perhaps.” She grinned, knowing his mind had gone exactly where hers had.

“Because to be honest I can’t fit on his bed comfortably while I fuck you until you scream.” He chuckled. “I have a taste for you tonight love.” He growled and she felt her wetness pool at that tone. “I’m going to make you come all night long.” He gently nipped her bottom lip, gave her a scorching gaze and stepped back.

“See you at home love.” She said breathlessly, the sudden chill from not having his body pressed against him making her shiver.

“I’ll pick up dinner.” He quipped as he walked to his car.

“Fuck me.” She breathed out as she watched him leave, the swagger making her smile. “He turns me on from frigid to fuck me daddy like no other.” She muttered and opened the car door once she’d composed herself.

The twins talked on the way home and entertained a now tired Lily. She was starting to implode by the time Sildie got through the door, and was almost screaming for Gustaf before her bath.

“He’ll be back soon Lily.” She soothed and let the water trickle over the quietly sobbing child. “He’ll be back soon with pizza and snuggles. And we’ll work on making him feel better, he’s had a rough day.”

Gustaf came home about twenty minutes later with pizza and ice cream for the boys and Thai and dessert for the adults. The faint sob of dad dad as Lily reached for him made him smile. “Come here little lady you’re beyond it.”

“She was beyond it when we got out of the car.” Sildie said handing over the cranky toddler. She cleared off her chair and dumped her bag next to his and smiled at the sight, homey, normal. She looked at the twins and then at Gustaf. Ice cream before pizza, and she let it slide. She couldn’t ruin a moment where things were settled. They’d eat the pizza, what did it matter if it was after dessert she thought?

“Thai?” She asked sitting down.

“Yeah something different.” He chuckled. Lily she noticed was tucked into him and nearly asleep.

He would make such a great father, the tiny voice in her head said cheekily. She almost choked on that thought. Did she really want kids? To add to the four they were already responsible for, that she was responsible for? That decision was still a long way off and a maybe at that, there was nothing solid about it yet. Besides, she was over forty, hadn’t that ship already sailed?

“Sorry what?” She chuckled.

“You were off somewhere else.” He smiled and brushed a finger over the back of her hand.

“Sorry, long day. My mind keeps drifting back to the case.” The case of do I want kids with you? And she needed to put that out of her mind. It would be too raw for him to discuss right now, and she didn’t even know if she wanted that, one step at a time.

“I have some guys coming over tomorrow to collect the junk I don’t want anymore and I have two more boxes to sort before one.” He repeated as she found the box of rice.

“That’s fine, we’re here this weekend, nothing planned. I’ll be reading as usual.” She snorted.

“Our normal.” He chuckled.

“Yeah. We should adjourn for discovery Monday or Tuesday. Today went well so we’re back on track after the near disaster last week.” She forked some coconut rice with beef masuman into her mouth and almost moaned. “Where did you get this from?”

“Waan Thai. They’re my favorite.” He said and shifted the deadweight of Lily in his arms.

“I can see why. So good.”

“As authentic as you can get without leaving the country.”

“She’s asleep.” She chuckled and speared a shrimp off his plate when he looked down at the sleeping child.

“Living dangerously I see.” He growled. “I happen to like coconut shrimp and you keep stealing them off my plate.” He laughed as she tried to steal another and their forks clashed as he defended his food.

“Gotta be quicker than that love.” She winked at him as she speared another and ate it.

“You’ll pay for that.” He growled and she knew he’d collect after the kids had gone to bed.

She tidied up as he put Lily down and made a pot of tea. When he didn’t come out she went to find him. Leaning on the doorframe she watched as he talked to her softly, her tiny hand gripping his finger tightly.

She knelt behind him and ran her hands over his shoulders and down his chest, kissing his temple. “Come have some tea.” She whispered. “We can move her once she’s out cold.”

She stood up and helped him to his feet. It was only then she saw the tears. She wiped them away tenderly and stood there cradling him to her. This wound was much deeper than the others.

“Sorry.” He huffed a chuckle.

“Don’t be, it’s ok.” She said softly. “Better you let it out than lock it away again.” She smiled. “At least that’s what some guy told me once.” She quipped kissing him sinfully. She’d use sex and seduction much like he had done to pull her out of the all consuming abyss.

“Some guy huh?” He huffed in mock annoyance.

“Yeah just some guy.” She kissed him again shrugging and felt the smile tug his lips. “Some guy that rocks my world just by looking at me the way he does.” Those ocean eyes met her and she smiled. “Just like that. Like I’m the only woman in the world.”

“You are for me.” He murmured and kissed her with that love he’d unbound this past week.

“Come on some guy.” She grinned. “The tea’s well brewed by now.”

They sat at the table for tea while the twins played quietly in their rooms. Liam was banned from video games for two weekends and Finn didn’t want to play alone as Brendan wasn’t home.

“I have a few interviews over your way Monday. Maybe get together for lunch?” He asked sipping his strong tea, toying with her fingers.

“I’m going to say maybe. I have to see what the day is going to throw at us.” She said and took his hand. “I want to but I have to see.”

“Fair enough.” He smiled and thought he might just sneak in and watch her from the back of the courtroom. He’d wanted to see her work from their first Friday tea date. Those were moves of a different kind he wanted to see.

As he sat he calmed, composure a hard task master after the rollercoaster of emotions today. Eventually needing to keep busy he got the twins in the bath and talked while they played, letting them splash him as few times before he retaliated and they had a small water fight. Once dry they headed back to their room to read and chill before lights out as Gustaf cleaned up the mess.

He came back into the living room to soft jazz, a fresh pot of tea, the dim lights, and Sildie in the kitchen tidying up. He smiled, she was trying to care for him as he’d cared for her only weeks ago. A sob threatened and he rammed it down. No other woman he’d dated had ever done something like this for him before, cared for him before. He had obviously been dating the wrong women he thought dryly.

He looked tired and stressed as he came into the living room, not surprising after his shock find this morning, she thought. She walked to him and caught his hand before he could sit, pulling him into her arms and swaying.

“Dance with me.” She murmured and sighed as those hands found their place on her body.

“Romancing me?” He smiled, swaying with her.

“Trying.” She chuckled and kissed him tenderly. “I’m not as good as you at it.”

“It’s working just fine love.” He breathed and nuzzled her cheek kissing her temple as they danced slowly. “You have the kindest heart.” He said so softly she almost didn’t hear it.

“So do you love. It’s just been taken advantage of for far too long.” Her words hit him hard and he had no choice but to let the tears fall, silent but not unheard. “How do I help you love? What do you need from me?” She asked just wanting to take all his pain away so he didn’t have to feel it anymore.

“This. You.” He sniffed. “Just you.” He chuckled. “And the audience we have at the door.” He murmured and she looked up to see the twins watching them.

“They’re missing their parents.” She whispered, her finger trailed his jaw and she kissed him sweetly. “Quinn and Dana used to dance in the kitchen while Dana was cooking.”

“That’s a nice memory for them.” He kissed her brow and smiled as a tiny pair of hands squeezed his thigh. He looked down to see Finn hugging him and Liam hugging Sildie.

He stopped and dropped his hand to rest on the kids head. His heart filled to bursting with the love that he felt from them. He looked at Sildie and her smile rocked his soul.

“They care about you.” She whispered and kissed him gently. “They don’t like seeing you hurting either.” Her thumb brushed the stray tear away and her kiss seemed to calm him.

He crouched down and bundled the kids to him for a hug. So much love in them and they gave it so freely. Without a word he hoisted the both up and carried them to bed to tuck in.

“Love you.” Liam said softly as Gustaf peeled his arms from around his neck.

“I love you too but time for bed ok?”

“Are you ok?” Finn asked quietly.

“I’ll be fine. Rough week, but I have you guys to come home to and get to watch you score goals, so my week got better.” He smiled.

“The weeks done though so you can have a better week starting now.” Liam said brightly.

“I like that idea.” Gustaf said and smiled at the kid.

“Can you read to us?” Finn asked quietly.

“You want me to?” He asked and they both nodded. He picked up the second book of Harry Potter and started reading.

She smiled as she heard his voice, that low smooth tone reciting words from a book they all loved. The twins had conned him into reading even though it was well past their bedtime but she let it go. These little changes were good, they were bonding. Things were starting to get back to what was their normal.

She was reading his notebook when he came out of the twins room and closed the hall door. She put it away before he turned to her, not wanting him to see her reading it. He didn’t need that blatantly shoved in his face over and over again. She had to admit though, she wanted to find this Ana and kick her ass a few thousand times. He stood before her and held out his hand. Taking it he pulled her to him and swayed.

“Now, where were we?” He murmured and kissed her cheek before pressing his to hers.

“About here.” She chuckled. “They conned you you know.” She said gently.

“I know. I don’t mind as long as you don’t.” He looked at her and worried if he’d stepped over a line.

“It’s Friday, and they would have been up playing games anyway had Brendan been home.” She kissed him. “Besides it’s important to them, and you.”

“I needed it to tell you the truth. They ground me but in a different way. Kids see things so black and white, it’s refreshing.” He kissed her brow and breathed out letting all the stress of the week go with it. Liam was right, he could start a new week right now that was much better than the last.

“They do.” She let her hands wander to eventually wrap around his neck and kissed him with that mind blanking kiss.

“Fuck that turns me on.” He growled and kissed her as she chuckled wickedly.

“I know.” She breathed and kissed him again. His hands suddenly sprang to life and gripped her tightly.

His head was spinning delightfully when she let him go, that sinful mouth delivering an equally sinful kiss.

“I’ll go setup the crib in Brendan’s room.” She whispered and kissed him again. “Because I need you.”

Her look at him from under her lashes made his cock twitch and harden. Damn she could play the game. He held her to him firmly as she went to pull away and kissed her, that devastating kiss that made her whimper for him.

“I’m going to make you scream for me.” He murmured, that silky low tone making her pussy instantly wet.

“Not if I make you scream first.” She purred and nipped his bottom lip gently as he chuckled.

He watched her walk to the hall door, hips sashaying. He groaned and the look of undiluted seduction she shot over her shoulder at him had him straining in his jeans. He followed a beat later and went to pick up the sleeping toddler.

She didn’t stir as he cradled her to him. Those tiny hands subconsciously fisting in his shirt as he soothed her back. He grabbed her bear and blanket and waited until Sildie had finished.

As Gustaf settled Lily she turned off the lights and checked the front door. She stepped into her bedroom and shut the door, clicking the lock in place. He stood at the window staring out, his shoulders relaxed. She smiled and went to stand behind him.

She lay her hands on his shoulder blades and felt him relax further. She loved the feel of his strong soft body under her hands, the ripple of muscle, lean and toned after weeks of pounding the bag. Resting her head between his blades she snaked her arms around him to press her palms to his chest.

His scent, strong and calming consumed her. Those gentle hands covered hers as she pressed herself tighter to him. It had been a rough day for him and she’d let him have his thoughts a little longer before pulling him away from it again.

She’d pulled his thoughts back from where they’d wandered off to, not really thinking of anything in particular. Her scent wove around him, calmed him. He took both her hands in his and kissed them before dropping them to turn in her arms. Without a word he kissed her, that heartbreaking tenderness that spoke of love and trust.

He didn’t want anymore words tonight, just to feel her under him, the soft sounds as he made love to her. She gave herself to him, feeling his need to pleasure, to give. His fingers dipped between silk and skin to open the buttons of her blouse and watch it fall to the floor with a whisper, her suit pants pooling at her feet. His goddess in black lace standing before him. He removed her hair clip and watched the molten copper cascade down. Running his fingers through it he kissed her, that slow, mind altering kiss that left her wrecked.

He walked her back and she sat as she felt the mattress at the back of her knees. Bending low he kissed her as those slender fingers removed his shirt, peeled the belt, black denim, and briefs from his hips and released his hardening manhood. He leaned forward, hand bracing her spine as she lay down and kissed her from lips to cleavage as he knelt before her.

He lost himself to her as he kissed every inch of that silky skin. She cried out softly as he tasted her through the black lace, her hands fisting in the sheets already. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and feasted, not waiting for her brain to process what he was doing.

As his mouth claimed her clit his fingers plunged into her deeply, her taste arousing him further. Hard gentle strokes that had her hips bucking against him as she rode them. He watched her body writhe to the tune he was pulling from it.

This was all about her, the pleasure he could give her, the love he would give her. He’d hurt her this week, the past few weeks and that didn’t sit well with him. He needed to be better.

He ravaged her until she cried out, pussy clenching his fingers. He continued to bring her undone, determined to completely and pleasurably wreck her. Kissing his way up her body as her climax ebbed he slipped inside her as he claimed her mouth with his.

She was still panting from her orgasm as his mouth devoured hers, his cock buried deep. He hadn’t let her come down from the euphoric high before building her up to a new one. She wrapped her legs around his hips as the steady slow rhythm destroyed her system.

“Gustaf.” She choked as she crested so quickly it caught her off guard. He tipped her over again without hesitation. Her hands reached to caress his chest, the feel of him only adding to her euphoria.

He nipped her jaw, her neck, as he quickened his pace, the change causing that beautiful gasp and moan to escape her mouth. With his feet on the floor and body resting on his elbows his thrusts became deep and hard, her nails slightly biting into his shoulders as he took her. He felt her body under him shake with the force of each thrust, the tremble as it succumb to him.

She was delirious, that long thick shaft pistoning into her, bottoming out at every thrust, all while his hard toned body pinned her to the sheets. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d told her he was going to make her come all night long.

He tipped her over for three more mind altering orgasms before his breathing became ragged, her pussy squeezing him deliciously tighter with each one. He lost himself to her, feasting on her slender neck, finding her pulse and grazing it with his teeth, the promise of a bite. The brush of his body against hers as he pounded into her relentlessly in the pursuit of their pleasure.

“Sildie” He whispered as her entire body went taught like an over strung bow. Her orgasm slammed into her, tearing that soft scream from her throat as he bit down on the pulse at her neck. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through her as his own groan of pleasure mixed with hers as he came.

She took his face in her hands and kissed him sinfully.

“You can’t kiss me like that when I just fucked you.” His throaty chuckle still wicked.

“Can’t talk.” She heaved as she struggled to breathe. “No words.”

“I did warn you.” He growled and kissed her tenderly. “And I’m not done.”

“I have kids to get up for tomorrow love.” She said softly.

“You can sleep in, I can get the kids. Besides, seeing you all lawyered up today got me hard.” He kissed her seductively. “And wanting.” He kissed her again and lingered looking down at her. “It turns me on.”

He took the kiss deeper and heard her moan.

“I love it when you kiss me like that.” She said breathlessly and felt him smile against her lips.

He crawled off her to stand and held out his hand for hers. “Stand a moment.” He said and tugged her to stand with him. “You’re still wearing entirely way too much.” He whispered and kissed her like a man possessed.

She rested her hands on his chest liking the feel of the smattering of hair that caressed her fingers as his started their destructive trail. Over and under lace he teased and aroused, those lips equally seductive on her neck and throat.

“My goddess.” He whispered and kissed her as he tenderly pulled her bra straps from her shoulders. “So beautiful.” He murmured as he released her heavy breasts for the confines of the lace.

He dipped his head to capture a nipple and roll it over his tongue. Her hands stroked up his neck and over his head to hold him to her as her head dropped back. While he feasted on her breast his hand trailed lightly to brush over the scrap of lace at her crotch, fingers diving between lace and skin to slowly slide them down her legs, he left the lace top stockings where they were, he had a thing for them on her lovely pins.

He kissed up her throat and claimed her mouth, she deepened it as his hands gripped her hips tightly. She let him up for air and as those dusty blue eyes met hers she bit her bottom lip. His chuckle was met with a sly smile and he kissed her tenderly, sucking her bottom lip free.

“One day love.” He warned. “But not today.” He spun her sharply and held her against his chest, her hands pinned to her hips with his. “Doesn’t mean you won’t be begging.” He growled. “Let me have you.” He said releasing her wrists and cupping her breasts, thumbs grazing over her erect nipples.

“Always.” She breathed as she gave herself to him, for him to take her how he pleased. She loved it when he was in full control, her own challenge at getting him to break, to lose that control while he was inside her.

“On your knees.” He whispered and nipped the shell of her ear gently. “I know you like it when I fuck you like this.” His tone that low rumble that sent a shiver rippling across her skin as his hand brushed up her throat to squeeze gently.

She knelt on the edge of the bed, his hand at her throat gently as he guided her. His lips devoured the nape of her neck and she could feel the power that radiated off him, she loved feeling it as he took control with a promise of such pleasure. With the hand on her throat his other tormented her as his fingers danced to an erotic tune over her skin.

She rested her head against his chest and cried out as his finger dipped between her slick folds and over her clit. “My goddess.” He whispered. “How beautiful you are when you come for me.” He tipped her over the edge into bliss and gently squeezed her throat, the feeling of her pulse thrummed under his fingers.

He guided her down to stretch her arms out above her head on the mattress, that supple body ready for him to claim. He teased her mercilessly, that one finger igniting a fire over her skin at every pass. He he trailed it along her inner thighs and spread her wide, gripped his cock in his hand he eased the tip into her heat, her cry one of pleasure.

He slowly tip fucked her until she was squirming, whimpering for him to plunge into her depths. He reached around and circled a slender finger pad over her clit as she tensed and felt her pussy grip and suck at him as she came. It was only then that he sheathed himself deep inside her as she cried out.

He set a rhythm that he could maintain for a longer time period, determined to bring his woman undone and see her completely wrecked before the end of the night. With his finger endlessly circling her clit and labia he plunged deep and hard. She climaxed over and over again until her body was shaking violently. It was then he took her hard.

She couldn’t think, barely able to catch her breath between her orgasm ebbing and another crashing through her. She let herself be taken, be pleasured, be claimed by him. The euphoria overwhelming and consuming her.

He pistoned his hips faster, pounded into her to sate his need to feel her, fuck her. Her pussy still delightfully stroking him with each orgasm until he was as lost as she was.

“Sildie.” His breathing ragged. “Come for me, take me with you.” He flicked her clit in a relentless pattern and felt her tense tighter than before. Her whimpers more desperate than before. “Scream for me.”

With her hands fisted in the sheets above her head she rocked back, his cock taking her deeper. With a scream of his name into the mattress her orgasm shattered her.

“Fuck Sildie!” He choked as he followed her. Those powerful thighs trembling as he took her fast and hard, his release almost making him black out.

They both stilled until the only sound was of their heavy panting trying to force oxygen into their lungs until her breathless giggle made him chuckle. He pulled out of her gently and lay on the bed bundling her to him rather awkwardly as his muscles didn’t seem to want to work anymore than hers did. He nuzzled her throat and eventually kissed those lips he adored.

“You know.” She said still breathing heavy. “We are going to kill each other if we keep this up.” Her grin was as wide as his.

“Totally worth it.” He huffed and kissed her again. “Sleep now love.”

“Already half way there.” She mumbled as it literally claimed her just as hard as Gustaf just had.

He smiled as he kissed her head and curled her into him. He would say those words to her, he would get Ana out of his life and his mind for good.

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@hausofobsession @ill-skillsgard @grandpa-sweaters @authentic90skidd @tuckersgirl @fairlyfallacy @flowers-in-your-hayr @raewritesfiction @stinkerbelle007 @kamie-b @mrsaugustwalker @skrsgardspam

#gustaf skarsgard #gustaf skarsgard fanfiction #shattered lives

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ssa25 · 5 years ago

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Miss You - NaruHina

Rating: T

Inspired by Ed Sheeran's 'I don't need your money'.

It was just a call.

And now he was here.

At a small rest stop, more than halfway to Konoha from Suna. His beanie pulled over his ears to keep out the cold, as he sipped on a cup of latte. He wasn't fond of caffeine in general, but he needed it right now. To wake all his senses after the short nap he took inside his car. And to prepare him for the awfully monotonous ride to his hometown.

It was almost the end of December, and he had put on his thick down jacket and fleece gloves to keep warm. A small backpack carrying a spare t-shirt and one pair of undergarments lay in the passenger seat. He had planned to clean his laundry that weekend. But then he made a sudden change of plan less than 12 hours back. After that last call with his girlfriend. His beautiful and adorable Hinata.

As soon as he felt recharged, he dropped the paper cup into the recycle bin and headed for his car. He still had 6 hours worth of distance to cover.

When he turned on the radio, it was playing a depressing love song. It made him frown and he switched the station abruptly.

"F*ck!!"

When he felt all eyes on him, inside the crowded elevator, he realised he had said it out loud. He just muttered a half hearted apology, and continued looking at his phone.

18 missed calls, 2 voicemails and 1 message.

He opened the message first. It was from Hinata.

'I have been trying to talk to you all week. I know you're busy. But I wish you would atleast call me back. Even if for just a little bit.'

He quickly opened the call log to see that Hinata had tried to call him 16 times in the past 8 or so hours. And left him a voicemail.

As soon as he reached his floor, he quickly dashed out to get some signal on his phone and check her voice message first.

'Naruto, it's me… Hinata… Umm… Call me when you get this message.. Bye.'

She sounded a little off. After being in a relationship for almost an year, he knew her well enough.

It had been three months since he had to temporarily move base to Suna. His former tennis coach had recommended him to the famous multiple Grand slam winner of the yesteryears, by the name of Hatake Kakashi, who cherry picked his pupils and lived in the bustling city of Suna. And now he was training his ass off to make his debut at the first pro-tournament of next year.

He was well on his way to achieve his goals, but his personal life seemed to involuntarily suffer.

It was already dark outside, he looked at the time. Hinata was probably already asleep, she wasn't much of a night owl. Especially considering how early she woke up in the mornings. But he had to try.

So he quickly got to his car, and turned on the heating, before dialing her number.

She picked up on the fourth ring.

"Naruto?", her voice sounded a little nasally and tired. Did she cry?

"Hey Hinata… Uh, were you sleeping?"

"Not really.", he knew she probably said it to not make him feel guilty about waking her up. "How are you?"

He pushed his head back into the seat and felt like a prick for missing her calls. Anyone else would be shouting and screaming at him right now, but no, not her. That sweet girlfriend of his was still worried about him.

"I'm fine Hinata. I just… I'm so so sorry for not talking to you these past few days. My schedule's been crazy. That lunatic Kakashi is having me run from home to the gym to the court without a break."

"Hmm…. I.. I guess you are too busy.."

She sounded a little melancholic and he had to ask.

"Baby, are you alright?... What's the matter?"

There line was silent for a few seconds, before he heard her sniff.

"I just… I just missed you."

"I know babe. I miss you too. So much, I can't even begin to tell you. But we agreed to do this, right? You pushed me to take up this opportunity and told me that we can weather the long distance.", he reminded her gently.

"I know… But…", she had started weeping softly. "Sometimes, its just a little hard. Sometimes, when my day goes a little wrong, I just miss your presence."

"What happened? What went wrong?", now he was worried.

"Nothing serious… There was a surprise assessment today and I just didn't do very well on it…. Then, at the canteen, I saw Shikamaru and Sai with Temari and Ino… They were inviting me to go to a karaoke place with them… But I just didn't want to… Last time, I hung out with them, I just felt so awkward and silly by myself…. And then, on my way back home today, Hidan was-"

Naruto was livid hearing the jerk's name. "What? What did that asshole do?"

"........ Just his usual lewd comments. ", she replied hesitantly.

He sighed heavily and brushed his hand through his hair. "I told you to get someone to walk back home with you. Why didn't you listen? Shall I call Kiba and ask him-"

"No.", she said firmly. "Kiba already has his hands full with Tamaki and helping out his parents' at the store. And anyway, I had the situation under control. My pepper spray is always in my bag."

"Hinata… Pepper spray is not enough. If Kiba is busy, maybe Shino could do it."

"You're being unreasonable."

"I'm being unreasonable?", he was not having it. Hidan was a nuisance even when he was around in Konoha. But now, without him there, he had every reason to be worried. "Is it unreasonable for me to worry about my girlfriend?"

"No, but asking other people to fill in for your absence is also not right."

Okay, she probably didn't say it to make him feel bad. But he still did.

"My absence was a mutual decision Hinata… Why are you making it seem as if I'm the bad guy?"

She gasped at his insinuation. "I-.. I never said you were the bad guy. I just said that I missed you. Isn't that normal for me to feel, when we haven't spoken in almost a week??"

"I know that we haven't… But atleast I text you as often as I can… You have to understand that I'm almost half dead at the end of each day… And by the time I make it back home, I know you would be sleeping… And anyway, I am doing all of this for us Hinata… For both of us…. I need to be financially secure before I can ask you to marry me…"

"You know I don't care about money."

"You don't. But your father does. And he is not wrong. It never hurts to live comfortably. I just need your support for the next few months, and then we will be together, I promise."

"Ofcourse, I will always support your dreams.", she replied solemnly. "I should sleep now. Take care Naruto."

And the line went dead.

He wanted to hit his head somewhere whenever he recollected her let down voice. He knew she supported his passion for tennis and his goal of becoming a Grand slam champion. But the distance was just too hard for both of them. Her father was too strict and did not allow her to travel further than a 10 mile radius from home by herself. And he wasn't exactly swimming in cash to take frequent trips to Konoha. His godfather Jiraiya, who had adopted him after his parents' early demise, only made enough to get by, as an erotic novelist.

It wasn't the best case scenario for them, but he knew they had to make it work. He could not lose her, even the thought of it was paralysing. She was an angel, a literal angel, who blessed him with her affections. When he told her apologetically, a month back, that he might not be able to make it to Konoha for Christmas or her birthday or the new year, she did not get angry or sulky. Especially, since it would be her first birthday since they got together. Instead, she forgave him and later, agreed to his lewd request for phone sex. And he was beyond grateful for that.

He could see the sun rising on the horizon of the green winding hills as he drove. He had to make it to her before she went out that day. It was her birthday. He had to beg his coach to let him off for that weekend. And he was going to make it up to her.

When he finally turned the corner to her father's more than modest four bedroom house, it was just past 7 am. He parked his car outside and got off while dialing Hinata from his phone. It took her a while to pick up.

"Hello?... Naruto?"

She had definitely slept in for longer than usual.

"Hey sleepyhead… Happy birthday!"

She hummed lazily, and he could imagine her smiling. "Thank you Naruto."

He shivered at the way she said his name, so soft yet sensual, in her sleepy tired voice. Soon, soon enough, he will have her in his arms.

"I love you babe."

"I love you too…. Naruto, I'm sorry I was being whiny yesterday…"

"Don't say that Hinata… I'm sorry for missing your calls… And for being a jackass… I'm really really sorry."

She laughed and replied. "Apology accepted… Oh, it's 7.20… How are you not at the gym?"

"Hey Hina…", he decided to break the surprise to her.

"Hmm?"

"There should be something for you at your door. Can you get to the window and check on it?"

He kept his eyes fixed on the large glass window to the left.

"For me?", she asked. "Naruto, you shouldn't have… You know-"

She came in view, and gasped in surprise upon seeing him leaning casually on his car and smiling up at her. Hands over her mouth and tears in her eyes, she dropped the phone and sprinted down.

Seconds later, the front door opened, and she ran and leapt up into his open arms, her legs crisscrossing behind his back. Their lips and tongues met in feverish rush, that conveyed their longing without the need for any words. His hands tightened around her waist to stick her chest close to his and just feel her curves through her satiny pajamas. She moaned in response and continued to accept his hungry onslaught while grazing her fingers through his overgrown hair above the neck.

He desperately wished to feel more of her. So, without further thoughts, his right hand moved down to cup and squeeze her fleshy ass.

"Ahem!!"

They both broke off their very public display of affection to turn to the grim figure at the door. Hiashi Hyuuga glared daggers at Naruto, as Hinata slipped down his body to gain her footing on the pavement. She even noticed some of the morning joggers rooted in their place nearby with their mouth agape, and the ever nosy neighbour Mrs. Terumi peeping through her window. Feelings of mortification at their uninhibited show, sank in making her turned-on blush become even more intense.

"I see you are finally back. Did you give up your sport?", Hiashi bit the passive-aggresive comment at him.

"Never Sir.", Naruto gave him a triumphant smile while he wound his arm around Hinata's waist pulling her at his side. "Just here for the weekend. For Hinata's birthday."

He saw from his side of his eyes, Hinata looking up at him with a mixture of awe and adoration. Then she turned to his car and asked him worriedly.

"Did you drive all the way Naruto?"

"Yep. For you baby.", he said winking at her.

"Get inside both of you.", Hiashi ordered them. "People have already got an eyeful. No need to give them an earful."

Naruto grinned shamelessly at the old man, before heeding his advice and following his girlfriend inside. He had not made any particular plans, but he was sure they would have a wonderful reunion and birthday celebration. Maybe, after breakfast, over at his godfather's apartment. Who was conveniently out of town for the whole week. He looked down at their clasped hands and then at the gorgeous long hair swishing just above the equally gorgeous backside of his girlfriend, and sighed contently. It felt good to be back home.

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#naruhina #oneshot #Not proofread it

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slafkovskys · 6 years ago

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a million dreams ▹ c. mccarthy

my masterlist!

a million dreams for the world we’re gonna make

“jesus christ,” you grunt as your foot makes contact with something hard on the floor of your bedroom. bending down, you see it’s a pencil and curse it before putting it in the side pocket of your backpack with your pens and highlighters.

your foot throbs as you move about your room, collecting the dirty clothes that, throughout the week, had gotten thrown randomly around instead of tossed into your laundry basket. you hum along to the song coming from your phone, something off the ‘today’s hits’ station on pandora, as you work.

you pull back your comforter, tossing it on the carpet so you can strip your bed. just as your about to strip the pillowcases, the music cuts and your phone lights up. like always, you smile at the contact picture of the two of you. taken from behind by one of his friends to tease you on snapchat, his arm was thrown around your shoulder and both of yours wrapped around his waist as you left the arena, him still in his suit and you in your mccarthy jersey you rarely wore to games anymore. his number that dangled from your neck seemed to suffice for the two of you these days.

“hello?” you answer, plopping down on the beanbag chair beside your bed. you kick your slippers off and curl your legs to your chest.

“hey gorgeous,” case says, his voice heavy with what you know as sleep. “what are you doing today?”

you run your hand over your leg subconsciously as you lean back so the chair fully against the wall, “well, it’s saturday, so my day’s stocked full of chores. laundry, cleaning, etc. what about you? sleep?”

you knew he got in late last night on a flight back from europe with the team. you were shocked he was even up before noon because jet lag never seemed to work on him. he always just slept like the dead afterwards.

“can i come over?” he asks. “i’m bored and i’ve about had it with cole.”

you sigh, “are you sure? you didn’t get home until, like, five yesterday.”

you only knew that because he texted you when he was in bed, just like he’d done every trip since you’d gotten together a little over two years ago.

“if i get tired, i’ll just take a nap. your bed is more comfortable than mine anyway.” he reasons and you bite your lip. “i’ll even help with chores.”

you giggle and move the hockey stick that also dangled from your necklace, “you’re not going to take no for an answer are you?”

“nope,” he pops the ‘p’, “besides, i know where the spare is. i’m going to get in one way or another.”

“i feel vaguely threatened.” you joke and he snorts. “sure, come over whenever.”

“i love you.” he says as you hear rustling over the other end. there’s muttering before he sighs, “cole says he loves you too.”

you smile at the mention of one of your best friends. “tell him i love him too.”

“and…”

“you’re alright.” you laugh loudly as he swears, “i love you too, case. please drive safe. the roads are probably still a little wet.”

“i will, love you.” he says again and waits for you to say it too before disconnecting the call.

the music starts up again with a new song and you sigh, sitting there for a few minutes before getting back to business. you strip the pillowcases and drop them on top of the laundry pile before picking up the basket. you put your phone on top before going downstairs.

at the sight of you, gatsby wags his tail. gatsby, a seven year old golden retriever named after the character from your mother’s favorite book, walks over to you and nudges your bare legs. “hey, gatz.”

you go into the laundry room with him following close behind and sit the basket down. you lean down and pet him, talking in your baby voice. “case is gonna come over soon. yeah, you’re excited? me too.”

you go ahead and toss your sheets into the dryer, starting that cycle before sorting out your other clothes. like the goodest boy, gatsby laid down and watched you as you sorted. when you’ve only got a couple more piles to sort, you hear the door opening and case call for you.

you stop the music as gatsby runs out of the room, giving case your likely location. the dark haired boy strolls in clad in shorts, a sweatshirt, and a big smile. “hey gorgeous.”

you drop the shirt in your hands and open your arms. he gives you the biggest hug and you breathe in his smell, fresh for the first time in a few weeks. “hey handsome.”

you feel gatsby circling and sniffing the two of you but you don’t bother with him and neither does case because you were finally seeing each other in person. you stay like that for so long that gatsby huffs and lays back down. when you pull back, your eyes are watery and case pouts his lips. “am i that ugly?”

“stop,” you push him slightly and then pull him back, “i missed you.”

his lips peck the top of your head before they meet yours. “i missed you more.”

“impossible,” you laugh and wipe your eyes with sleeves of your, case’s technically as it was one you made him wear before leaving so you could have it smelling like him, “let me finish sorting. it’ll only take a couple minutes.”

he nods and squats down beside gatsby who rolls over for tummy pets. “your like your mom. excited to see me at first and then needy.”

you roll your eyes and quickly finish sorting so you could get to case. the sheets still had twenty minutes on them, so you, case and gatsby go into the living room. “are you thirsty? hungry? i was gonna make lunch in a few.”

he shakes his head, “your mom at work?”

you nod and plop down on the couch, opening your arms for him. you huff as he drops down onto your chest. “how was europe?”

“great, like always. i just wish you were there.”

case and the rest of the team had gone to europe to play their last games in ntdp. after the last one, he facetimed you crying and you cried too. both of you shedding happy and sad tears.

“that reminds me,” he reaches into the pocket in his shorts, “i’ve got your keychains.”

you laugh, because when you’d first gotten together and he’d gone out of country, you’d asked him to bring you back a keychain. he did, one from every country he’d gone too, and now does it every time he goes somewhere whether it be national or international. you’ve got one from every city he’s been in hung on a wall in your bedroom. they were, without a doubt, your most prized possessions because no matter what happened, he always brought you back a keychain.

“thank you,” you analyze them and he watches you do so, “i love you.”

just as you share a kiss, the washer sounds you sigh. you get up and case follows you, “what do you want for lunch?”

you throw the sheets into the dryer and start them before looking at case, “grilled cheese?”

“grilled cheese.” you confirm and follow him into the kitchen. you grab everything, yelping when case slaps your butt, and make two sandwiches. the two of you sit at the island munching down and talking. you don’t move until the dryer buzzes. “help me?”

“course.” he shrugs and drops the plates into the sink before going into the laundry room. he takes your sheets, refusing to hand them over upon your insistence, and goes upstairs to your room.

he helps put the pillowcases on their designated pillows and when you tease that he knows that by heart, he rebuts, “i’m here everyday. i know this entire house like it’s my own.”

when tucking the sheets under the mattress, he speaks up, “i’m gonna marry you someday. i just feel like you should know that.”

“what makes you say that?” you ask after your heart stops beating for a split second.

“i just know and i figured you should too. mrs. y/n mccarthy has a nice ring, don’t you think?”

he drops onto the bed and you drop down beside him. he turns on his side to look at you. you push his hair out of his face and run your hand through it.

“i’ve got it all planned out actually. wanna hear?”

you nod.

“we’re gonna graduate and i’m gonna get drafted. we’re gonna go to boston and get a cute little apartment. i’ll be there for a couple of years and then go to the pros. you’ll graduate and then come with me. i’ll propose somewhere during that time, don’t worry.

“you’ll get your dream job and a few years later, we’ll have babies. two boys and a girl, hopefully. cute ass kids because duh.” he gestures between the two of you. “we’ll have at least one dog. our kids will do whatever they want. if they want to play hockey, fine. if they don’t, fine. i don’t care.

“i’ll spoil you senseless. we’ll have matching range rovers- stop laughing. we’ll live in a cute suburb-’’

“how long have you been planning this, case?” you ask, interlocking your fingers with his.

“since the day you sat down beside me in chemistry. i was like, ‘damn. i just met the mother of my children.’ i’ve known i’m gonna wife you up, since the early stages, y/n.”

you shake your head, “you’re crazy.”

he smiles, “but you’re gonna marry me. so what does that make you?”

you smile, “touché, mccarthy.”

#case mccarthy #case mccarthy imagine #hockey imagine #usntdp imagine #ntdp imagine #usntdp #ntdp #boston university #boston terriers #my work #nhl draft 2019 #new jersey devils

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sheeple · 6 years ago

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Spideypool

GIF NOT MINE. THIS IS ALL FICTION. Genre(s): Marvel!au / College!au Group(s): EXO Pairing(s): Deadpool!Chanyeol x Spider-Sona!reader (Inspiration) Summary: Dp!Chanyeol has a thing for Sg!reader and tries to charm her in his own little way. Warning(s): Mentions of blood / killing / bit weird / idk man A/n: this fic is made for the lovely @youxidol, the first person who requested something and it just filled my heart with so many sparkles <3 [Masterlist] [Moodboard]

“I swear to God”, I mumble while rubbing my temples through my mask.

This is the third time this week that I received a ‘love note’. That’s how my admirer calls it. Down at my feet, at the bottom of the building, a pile of bodies formed in a heart. Blood trails are coming from all around.

“I know you’re here, Dpool.”

A deep laugh is heard from behind me and the giant in the red leather suit and throws an arm around my shoulder. “Do you like it, my love bug?”

I just know that he’s grinning behind that stupid mask. I just know.

“Keep your hands home, creep.” I shrug his arms off my shoulders. An irritated groan runs through my chest as I hear the sirens of the police coming our way.

“Yah, (Y/n)! You have to retreat. The Police are one block away”, I hear in my ear, Sehun informing me from his comfortable seat in his dorm.

“Well, it seems like my time is up. Don’t go around killing innocent people.” I let myself fall off the building, shooting the web and sticking it to a building, swinging away.

“They were never innocent”, I hear faintly as I swing towards my dorm.

I leap through the open window in Sehun’s room and let myself fall on his bed.

“That Deadpool guy really likes you”, grins Sehun while spinning around in his desk chair.

“Oh just shut up, you twit.” I jank my mask off my sweaty face and throw it at him. Sehun shrieks and falls off his chair, face hitting the floor.

A loud laugh burst out my mouth and I roll over the bed while clutching my stomach.

“Just get showered, we have class in an hour”, he informs me grumpily while pushing me out of his room.

I groan loudly as I peel my skintight suit off my body, annoyed at the thought of going back to college.

I mean, it’s not like I hate going to college. But being a superhero won’t pay the bills so I have to get a degree and find a job.

Sehun is an engineering major and I am a history major. We don’t have any classes together except for astronomy and chemistry.

Sehun and I take the car once I have showered and filled my stomach with some food to get to our first class.

“He-hey, (Y/n), wait up!”, we hear a disembodied voice coming from behind as Sehun and I want to walk to our astronomy class. I let out a soft huff as a giant comes running our way. What does he want?

Park Chanyeol. He’s too tall for his own good, well build but clumsy. He always carries his guitar with him, even if it’s not needed. But he’s a music major, so I kind of can understand?

“Can I talk to you?”, he puffs while leaning on his knees once he catches up to us.

I raise an eyebrow. Is he seriously out of breath from running down the hall? He looks better in shape than he actually is.

Chanyeol eyes Sehun and he sighs, glaring at me before walking away towards our class.

“So eh... I kind of am failing astronomy and mister Kwon said you are at the top of our class. So can you help me? I mean, I get if you don’t want to but─”

I put up a hand, stopping Chanyeol mid-sentence to spare me some non-stop rumbling. “It’s okay, it’s okay”, I chuckle softly.

Chanyeol let out a short, relieved laugh while scratching the back of his neck.

“I don’t know if I can help you but I am free tomorrow night so I can... I don’t know, teach you?”

A bright smile beams on the giants face as I turn around, walking towards our astronomy class.

“If I was you, I should sit next to me. I may let you copy my notes.” A small smile lingers on my lips as I hear the heavy steps of Chanyeol following me.

We quickly walk into the classroom to slide in the seats in front of Sehun. He throws me a questioning look. I raise my shoulders, telling him I will explain it later on.

Chanyeol stayed silent the whole class, glancing once in a while at me to look at my notes.

After class, I didn’t even have the chance to talk to Chanyeol as Sehun drags me out of the classroom.

It’s been two days since Chanyeol asked for my help. It was quiet last night on my patrol, strangely quiet for a Seoul night.

Crime never sleeps but that night it took a nap. Weird. But, the stupid masked hero I am, I am fully geared up and position on to of a roof, phone in my hand.

It’s not like I am complaining. I need my rest too since Chanyeol keeps bugging me with stupid questions about Astronomy that can easily find in the textbooks we got. But I guess he’s just an idiot?

And Sehun hasn’t talked to me since yesterday afternoon. He just stopped, out of nowhere and won’t answer my texts. It worries me to death.

“What has you looking glum, sugarplum?”

I grimace under my mask at the sound of an oh-so-familiar voice.

“Not now, Deadpool”, I grumble while looking at a red, blinking dot on my phone screen that claims to be Sehun’s location.

“Oh my, what has your panties in a knot, my dear.” Deadpool wraps an arm around your shoulders, looking down at the screen. “Looking for someone? A new bad guy? The new Doc Oc? Someone who stole granny purse?”

I whip around, ready to slap to shit out of the giant pain in the ass but his leather-clad hand stops me before I even can come close.

“Oof, feisty.” He smirks as I jank away.

“Can you like ─ I don’t fucking know ─ kindly fuck off or something? Go search for Francis.” I wave him hastily off, eyes glued back on my phone.

Before Deadpool can answer, my phone rings and Sehun’s name pops up on the top of the screen. I hold my hand up and pick up the phone, lifting my mask just above my lips to be better heard.

“Jesus Christ, Sehun! Where the fuck are you? I get that you’re angry but this is just─”

I stop mid-sentence as I hear a laugh. It’s not Sehun’s, the laugh is too sinister for it.

“If you want your sidekick back come alone to this address.”

My phone vibrates and I see that I got a text from Sehun’s number with some address.

“Come alone. Otherwise, the boy is dead.”

My breath hitches as the call gets ended. What am I going to do? Well, I am definitely going to the address.

“Spidey?”, Deadpool says softly behind me while laying a hand on my shoulder.

“DON’T fucking touch me.”

I open up Google Maps and type in the address before pulling my mask down my face and fire a web, swinging off the where the blue line brings me.

It’s an abandoned building in the middle of nowhere. Typical. I land softly on both feet as I look around. Nobody. Not even security. Quickly and as soft as possible, I walk into the building blending well into the shadows with my black suit.

“You can come out now, Spider-Sona!”, says a sickly wicked voice that makes me puke and I do what they say.

My breath hitches as I see Sehun tied to a chair all bruised and bloodied with a gag in his mouth, his eyes blown with fear as he sees me. He begins to move frantically, shaking wildly his head, telling me to go back.

I have trouble not ripping my mask off my face and running towards Sehun and embracing him.

But the person standing next to my best friend stops me. He has the barrel of a gun pressed to Sehun’s temple and I stop in my steps.

“Not a step further or you can scrape his brains off the floor.” The man smirks while pushing the gun firmer against Sehun’s head.

“What... what do you want of me?”, I ask with a tremble in my voice.

He laughs. “Is that so hard to understand? I want your life ruined like you ruined mine.”

I knit my eyebrows together. I ruined his life?

“You caught my father, doctor Liam Smith and send him to jail. Thanks to that he could never go back to work! He hung himself in his cell. And thanks to that, my whole world got destroyed!”

Now I see it. “Hank? Hank Smith?”, I ask, unsure if I got it right.

I caught his dad, Liam Smith, for experimenting on kidnapped children of rich people before selling them off to the human trade.

“Hank... I am... I am sorry but what your dad did was wrong! Sorry to say but he deserved it!”

Hank laughs creepily, two pairs of hands grabbing me harshly from behind and holding me in place. I struggle but notice that it is fruitless and that I am only exhausting myself.

Hank walks with slow steps towards me as he licks his lips, eyes travelling over my masked face.

“Once I reveal your true identity to the world, I will make sure that you die of a horrible death as everybody watches the life drain from your eyes.”

I gulp, struggling out of the grasps and kicking the guys behind me in their crotch. They let go of me and I attack Hank, shooting my webs in his face so he stumbles backwards and drops the gun.

But he’s far smarter and blocks the webs, firing the gun and shooting me in the leg. I scream out and drop to my knees.

Sehun grunts loudly while struggling to get loose.

Hanks groans and turns around, hitting Sehun with the gun and knocking him out cold.

He turns back to me and kicks me to the ground, a breath of air wheezing out of my lungs as I hit the dirty floor painfully. Blood soaking through my suit. “Now I have you like I want it, all vulnerable and helpless, begging for your life.”

I look up, gritting my teeth. “I guess you need some hearing aids because I don’t beg.” I spin my good leg around and Hank falls on the ground, hitting his head on the floor. I crawl towards him to grab his gun but Hank jumps up, making me fall backwards and he grabs me by my throat, squeezing my airways close.

My breathing gets shallow as my head begins to feel light.

“Any last words, Spider-Bitch?”, Hank smirks wickedly before lifting the gun and placing it under my chin.

“Yeah”, a voice says behind us, “stay the fuck away from my spider.”

The sound of multiple bullets that get fired ring through the air and blood spatters all over my face, Hanks body dropping limply on top of me while releasing my windpipe.

I take a deep breath while letting my head fall back, eyes slowly closing.

“Hey, hey! Stay here, okay?” A red mask hovers above me and I turn my head, stretching my hand towards Sehun’s body.

But consciousness loses against the dark nothing and my eyes close, sleep welcoming me. The last thing I remember is the yelling of someone and reddish, fluffy hair sticking to someone’s forehead.

I wake up with a shock and sit up. But my body tells me that is the wrong thing to do and I wince, a sharp pain hitting me everywhere. I lay back down and look around the room.

It’s obviously a guy’s room as it has dark colours and lifting weights stalled out in the corner together with a boxing ball that hangs from the ceiling.

But the thing that catches my sight is a familiar red and black, leather suit hanging on a hanger on a closed and my suit laying folded on a chair.

Despite the protest of my body, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed. My eyes grow wide as the hole where Hank shot me almost doesn’t hurt and is only a small wound.

“How in the world”, I mumble under my breath as I look further down my outfit. I am only wearing an oversized sweater and my panties.

I stumble out of the bed and walk out of the bedroom, following the smell of freshly made food, my stomach rumbling at the idea of food.

Once I step out in the kitchen, my breath hitches as I see a familiar giant standing with his back towards me. “Chan... Chanyeol?”

The giant yelps and turns around, a relieved smile adorns his lips while scanning my body.

I feel a bit insecure and pull the sweater down. Chanyeol catches onto that and turns around, lifting up the frying pan and scraping the scrambled eggs onto two plates with toast.

He places the plates on the table and I understand the sign and take place on a chair.

I look around and knit my eyebrows. “Where’s Sehun?”

Chanyeol cuts a piece of toast and puts it in his mouth. “I dropped him off at the hospital. You know, your web-slinger is actually very hard to use.”

I let out a soft chuckle. “I know, it took me two months at least to understand the thing.”

Silence engulfs us after that and we eat our eggs and toast.

“Soooo”, I begin, “you’re Deadpool, hmm.”

Chanyeol raises his shoulders. “I could say the same of you. I never expected you to be Spider-Sona. Not like I mind, not at all! Now I think of it, it kinda fits.” A smile spreads on his lips.

I snort. “Ah, so asking my help for astronomy is not a trick to get closer to me?”

He chokes on a piece and coughs, very dramatically I must add.

“What? No! Well, not as Deadpool, of course. But just as Park Chanyeol.”

I shake my head. “I have so many questions, my dude.”

“And you can ask them under a cup of coffee before we visit Sehun in the hospital.”

My head shoots up, a faint blush spreading on my cheeks. “Like a... like a date?”

Chanyeol quickly begins to mumble. “I mean if you want to! I totally get it if you want to have nothing to do with me. I am kind of annoying, you know.”

Chanyeol gets beat red and I giggle, finding it very charming.

“Of course I would like to go on a date with you.”

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crazedlunatic · 5 years ago

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Questions

“Quit whining, Blaine.”

“I can’t.”

“Why can’t you?”

“Because I’m grumpy and sleepy and I need a nap.”

“So shut up and take a nap?” David asked, looking at Blaine like he was crazy.

“I can’t just take a nap. There are certain parameters to be met. Wes isn’t here, you’re busy, and I know I technically did cuddle with Andy once but it was just weird.”

“When did you cuddle with Andy? How did he meet your parameters? Wait. Andy from here or Andy from church?”

“Are they not the same Andy?” Blaine, who was half draped over the back of the couch, sat up straight.

“… They look nothing alike.”

“That actually explains a lot... so I’m not sure which it was.” Blaine fell back onto the couch in a laying position. “Do you think your mom would mind if I went home this weekend without you?”

David looked at him, clearly trying to decide if he should laugh or be annoyed.

“Because your sister cuddles me. Your mom too. And I’ll have you know that once, I cuddled your dad. He didn’t necessarily cuddle back but it was still nice because he didn’t push me away. Do you think I always want to cuddle because I was starved for affection as a child?”

“No. I think it’s because you’re a cuddle whore.”

“That is rude.” Blaine scoffed.

David got a mischievous grin on his face and then said, “Hey, Kurt!”

Blaine shot up into a sitting position, eyes lighting up.

“God, this is disgusting.” Wes groaned as he came in behind Kurt. “Please don’t. I can’t stomach the painfulness today, Blainers.”

“I thought we weren’t going there?” David looked at Blaine, amused.

For how many times Blaine had openly admitting that he wanted to cuddle Kurt, he never came out and did it.

“I need body heat to survive. Otherwise I’ll slip back into a depression and we’ll lose regionals, soooo….”

“You better get your ass over there and start cuddling then.” Wes’ voice was much more urgent. “Please don’t make me give that solo to Nick because we will be fucked in the ass—no offense to you, Kurt, Nick, or Jeff.”

“I think Blaine needs fucked in the—ass.” David cringed as Kurt walked within hearing distance.

“Did I…. interrupt something?”

“Blaine needs body warmth. Apparently, his chubby cheeks aren’t doing it for him right now.” Wes said. “You should sit with him. Or on him. On his lap. With your pants off—”

Blaine grabbed an empty can of Dr. Pepper and hurled it at Wes’ head.

“God. I think your talent is wasted on soccer.” Wes huffed, raising his textbook before it could hit him right in the face. “Gross. I think there was still some in it. Thanks for that.”

“Any time.” Blaine said and then smiled brightly at Kurt. “Did you have a good weekend? We missed you yesterday.”

“I did have a good weekend. I miss my Dad when I’m not here so I try to go a lot… we’re pretty close.” Kurt nodded.

“Well Blaine’s also pretty close to his hand…”

Blaine’s eyes widened in horror and he shot Wes a very un-Blaine look.

Kurt blinked several times, unsure if he’d heard what he thought he did.

“Yeah, I’ve got stuff to do.” David hopped up, giving Blaine a very pointed look.

Blaine tilted his head, facial expression neutral but it was clear they were having a silent conversation with each other.

“I’m going to go with him ‘cause I’m afraid to be outnumbered by gay guys.” Wes hopped up as well, following David out of the common room.

“… Are you the weird one or are they the weird ones?” Kurt asked him, still looking confused.

“That’s debatable, honestly. They pretty much adopted me and won’t let me leave.” Blaine said—which was kind of the truth. “So… uhm… do you like Harry Potter?”

“Not really.” Kurt shrugged. “My aunt tried to get me into it when I was little but—why do you look like I just killed your sister? Oh God. Do you have a dead sister? Wait, do you have siblings?”

“I have a sister in law I’ve only met once and I’m pretty sure she was alive.” Blaine said.

“So, you have a brother?”

“Yeah. He’s a lot older, though. He moved to Italy when I was three so I don’t really know him that well. It’s kind of a every couple of years holiday dinner type deal.” Blaine shrugged. “You don’t like Harry Potter? Do you have siblings?”

“I have a stepbrother. I actually had a huge crush on hm at one point but we just pretend that didn’t happen.” Kurt said and then his blue eyes widened. “That might have been too much information.”

“Nah. I had a crush on Wes for about 4.5 hours and we’re like brothers.” Blaine shrugged.

“Wes? Really?”

“He’s pretty sweet if you get him in the right mood… and he actually cuddles with me usually but he’s in a mood… probably because David lost his virginity first.” Blaine shrugged again. “You do like Disney, though, right?”

“I mean, I haven’t really watched the movies much since I was younger but I went to Disney World every year until I was seven.” Kurt shrugged this time.

“Why did you quit going?”

“Uhm… well, my mom died.” Kurt admitted.

Blaine’s eyes widened in horror.

“It’s okay!” Kurt said quickly. “Really!”

“This is why they just let me sing but not actually communicate with the outside world.” Blaine groaned, covering his face with one hand.

“I could ask you a personal question to make up for it?” Kurt suggested. “If it’d make you feel better?”

“It might.” Blaine lowered his hand.

“If your family lives in Westerville, why do you live here? Don’t you even stay on the weekends?” Kurt asked. “I know a lot of kids aren’t local to here, so…”

“Uhm… Well, I don’t spend all of my weekends here but I don’t spend any of them with my family.” Blaine said, tone very… even.

Because he hadn’t expected this… although, honestly, David had warned him it would be coming.

They’d been friends for months and it was only natural for Kurt to wonder.

“Can I ask why?” Kurt asked.

Blaine opened his mouth a few times to speak but closed it just as many times.

“You don’t have to answer.” Kurt said, now looking concerned.

“The best way to put it is that… my grandmother is a politician and judge… a Republican politician and judge…” Blaine said. “I don’t really stand for what they believe in and, honestly I don’t really want to be in a spotlight anyway, especially for that, so… I just don’t go home. I get lunch with my Mom once a week, though, which is about as much as I can handle.”

Kurt stared at Blaine, his blue eyes wide.

“It’s fine.” Blaine said quickly, able to tell Kurt was now worried. “I’m fine. I just… I’m more comfortable here and with David and Wes’ families. I’m happy at Dalton and my parents aren’t great but I do have a solid support system in their families so it’s… good. It’s good. I’m good.”

“Blaine…”

“No. Really.” Blaine reassured him. “Honestly I’m happier than I’ve been in a really long time and hopefully I’ll get a scholarship and never have to worry about it again.”

Kurt’s expression softened.

“Pinky promise?” Blaine held out his pinky.

Kurt bit back a smile, linking pinkies with Blaine. “Okay. So, you get to ask another question. Maybe three more to make up for that one.”

“Hmm.” Blaine looked thoughtful, tucking his legs underneath himself. “What do you want to do in college? I mean… assuming you want to go to college.”

“I would like to go to Parsons for fashion design in undergrad… maybe stay there for grad school or move to LA to grad school.” Kurt said and then added, “Assuming I’d even get into fashion for undergrad. What about you?”

“Well I’m hoping I’ll get a soccer scholarship. I could get recruited from Duke, US Santa Barbara, and UCLA… I mean, supposedly. I know they’ve been around but I haven’t actually talked to any of them after they’ve watched.” Blaine shrugged.

“But what would you go for?”

“At the moment I think I’m more focused on getting out than what I’ll do once I get in.” Blaine admitted.

“You don’t know what you want to do? At all?”

“Honestly the last couple of years I’ve just been trying to get to where I am now. I used to want to be a lawyer or a doctor but… I’m not so sure anymore.”

“Why not?”

“My dad is a doctor and my grandmother is a judge… and I don’t really want to follow in their footsteps.” Blaine paused and then added, “Or end up like them. I’m kind of counting down the days to graduation so I’ll never have to see them again.”

“I’m sorry.” Kurt bit his lip, looking upset.

“I’ll get everything figured out once I’m not tied to them anymore. I just need to get to that point and then I’ll be good.” Blaine said confidently.

“Yeah.” Kurt nodded.

“Seriously. Don’t worry.” Blaine gave Kurt his usual, bright smile.

“I just didn’t know you might be leaving this summer.” Kurt’s voice was soft. “I didn’t think about it. Sometimes I forget you’re a year older than me… well, a grade higher, really. Our birthdays aren’t far apart but I missed the school enrollment deadline by a month to be in your grade. I’ll… miss you.”

Blaine frowned because, honestly, he hadn’t really thought about that.

He knew he liked Kurt—liked him much more than even David or Wes probably knew. And of course he’d known he was a senior and Kurt was a junior… but he hadn’t thought about what that meant. That soon they may have been separated.

“I’ll miss you too, Kurt.” Blaine’s voice was soft. “I could end up at OSU or UK, though.”

“I understand wanting to get out.” Kurt said. “More than you may know. Starting over on your own, no history… I really want that too.”

“Hey, maybe I’ll get into UCLA and you’ll get into fashion design school in LA. We could totally be roommates or something.”

Or something as in maybe boyfriends… then partners… then husbands… then dads.

But that was ridiculous.

They were in high school.

That kind of stuff didn’t happen in real life.

“I think you’d be a really good lawyer or doctor.” Kurt said. “You shouldn’t write those off because of your family.”

Blaine swallowed hard looking at Kurt, his chest tightening at the thought of maybe leaving in August and never seeing him again.

What if it was too late and they’d missed their chance?

“I should probably work on my French essay, but maybe I’ll see you at dinner?” Kurt stood up.

“Kurt—” Blaine moved to stand but didn’t do it. He looked up at Kurt, his hazel eyes meeting Kurt’s blue ones.

“Blaine?”

“I really, uhm… like you.” Blaine licked his lips anxiously.

“I really like you too, Blaine.” Kurt’s voice was soft—it was always so soft. “It just… it’s hard to think about not being…”

“Yeah.” Blaine said, knowing what Kurt meant because he felt it too.

They both knew they wanted to be together but for some reason, Blaine was holding back. It was obvious Blaine was the one, too. Kurt was upfront. Kurt was consistent. Blaine was out outlier. The wildcard.

Everything was in Blaine’s court and he hated it because he had a hard time admitting his feelings over the simplest things, let alone how hard it was to talk about what was in his heart.

“How is Pavaratti doing? I know you said he was acting a little weird last night.”

“I don’t know. I think he’s okay. Maybe he’s not done molting yet or something?” Kurt grabbed his bag. “I’ll see you tomorrow for more Blaine and the Pips practice. Have a good night.”

“Yeah, you too.” Blane frowned as Kurt left the common room, his stomach in knots.

Why was it that he had a plan, a real plan, to get out… and then Kurt shows up? And why was it that he couldn’t get Kurt out of his mind for more than an hour at a time?

And why did his heart feel like it had been ripped out after seeing Kurt’s facial expression when Blaine admitted he wanted to get away when he went to school?

And the even more important question… why did he want to sabotage his next recruit visit the next day so he had an excuse to stay local and go to OSU or UK?

#wbuct drabble #preklaine #my babies

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vickypoochoices · 6 years ago

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Christmas Countdown part 3.

[MASTERLIST.]

Days 6-10.

Day 11.

She huddled closer to Kaitlyn and Zack, a wave of warmth enveloping them as they remained under the covers of her bed. Flicking the switch of a flash light, Zack held it up to his chin, pulling his mouth into a gurn and making a strange wailing sound.

"Remind me what exactly you're doing Zack."

"Uhh, setting the mood?"

"You said you wanted to help me 'talk tactics', not tell ghost stories. Why are you always like this?" She queried, but she couldn't stop a small smile from slipping.

"Just so you know Zack, I appreciated it." Kaitlyn nudged him with her shoulder.

"Of course you did." She rolled her eyes at the pair of them, both looking back at her with innocent smiles on their faces.

"Okay, we've played with you enough tonight. Just FYI, winding you up is so much fun, you always bite. So then, where's today's message from Mr Lover Lover? Cutting it a bit fine today isn't he? It is almost 10pm. Hey, wait! Did we ever even establish if this is a guy or what?"

"Zack. We've established nothing." She jabbed him in the arm, hard, to emphasize her point.

"Wow...Owww."

"He's never missed a day, something will show up soon. I don't know what it is, I just have a feeling it's a guy."

"Are we gonna do this? Put money on it? What odds can I get on this being a chick?" Kaitlyn enquired, eyes seeming to light up in excitement.

Forcefully, she shoved Kaitlyn out the bed, squaring her shoulders and fixing Zack with a hard stare.

"You're next Zilberg"

He raised his hands and quietly hopped out.

"Okay, we're out of here. Don't worry, I fully intend to give it my all tomorrow. Secret admirer is going dowwwnn."

Barely a minute had passed since Zack and Kaitlyn's departure, and as she lowered herself back into bed, a quiet vibration gained her attention.

Day Eleven - You are, and always have been my dream x.

A small smile teased her lips. She'd been waiting all day for this, he could do better than that.

You're sweet, but I need more tonight!

She lay back, watching the screen intently. After a few minutes of nothing, she huffed out an irritated breath, rolling onto her side.

And then her phone buzzed.

You are the answer to every prayer I've offered. You are a song, a dream, a whisper, and I don't know how I could have lived without you for as long as I have x.

Her ears started ringing and her heart felt like it was thrashing against her chest. His words were beautiful, yet familiar, although she couldn't think why.

Why does this sound so familiar?

So it's not gonna be easy, it's going to be really hard; We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you forever, every day x.

Something inside her head clicked instantly as she took in the words. He was quoting from The Notebook. Her all time favourite romance film. It was beautiful, it made her cry without fail every time she watched it, and Ryan Gosling was in it, and that was reason enough.

I'm impressed! First you woo me with Love Actually, and now you're telling me you've watched The Notebook? I'm in love!

I love you. I am who I am because of you. You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I've ever had x.

Her stomach flipped as she poured over the words. He wasn't messing around anymore, his words carried more meaning now than any of the previous days. At a loss with what to reply back, she stared dumbfounded at the screen, before it vibrated in her hand one final time.

If you're a bird, I'm a bird x.

If there was one thing she was certain of, it was that Zack had to find out who was behind this. Quickly.

Day 12.

Zack paced up and down the empty hallway for the umpteenth time, pointlessly batting at his face in frustration. It had been two hours. Two very lonely, extremely boring hours keeping watch outside their apartment. Checking his watch, he made a mental vow to stick it out at least another twenty minutes before throwing the towel in. As he straightened his aching back, he suddenly noticed a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye, followed by the sound of hurried movement.

Whirling around on the spot, Zack broke into a fast paced jog. Catching sight of his target, his attention momentarily slipped as a post it note fluttered towards him. Reaching out to catch it before it fell, he managed to read the small scrawl 'Day Twelve - Je t'aime x.' before scrunching it up roughly.

Eyes focused ahead, a smirk creeped on to Zack's face as he realised his patience was about to pay off. This was his apartment building, and he knew they were heading towards a dead end, with nothing but a cleaning cupboard to run towards. The figure slowed, realising the error, back still facing Zack.

"You've played a good game Sir, but it's time to find out who you really are." Placing an encouraging hand on his shoulder, he slowly turned.

Zack's mouth flew open.

Day 13.

"Edgar? As in Edgar Edgar? That doesn't make any sense!" Kaitlyn shrieked as Zack filled them in the next day.

"Why? We always knew it could be anyone."

"But, it's Edgar! He really watched The Notebook? And liked it enough to quote it?" Kaitlyn squeaked, clearly having a hard time accepting all of this.

"Actually, I wasn't quite done. Edgar insisted he'd been getting emails from an unknown source asking for his help. He confessed to leaving the flowers after class. But he was pretty adamant that was the only part he played."

"But why would Edgar agree to this? What's he getting out of it?" She asked, confusion etched across her face.

"Whoever this unknown source is, they've been hyping up D and D everywhere. Apparently so many people are interested now, they've had to set a waiting list up to cope with the demand."

"No wonder Edgar was game! Hey, you know Tyler could probably crack this. I bet he could track this unknown source with his eyes closed." Zack enthused.

"Actually I...I don't think I want to."

"WHAT?!" Zack and Kaitlyn complained loudly in unison.

Ringing her hands distractedly, she was unable to meet the steely gaze she felt bearing down on her.

"It's just, he's gone to a lot of trouble to not be found. He's gone as far as to recruit Edgar as his minion for Christ's sake! That's dedication. I don't want to ruin this for him. It's not like he can hide forever, what would be the point to all of this then?"

Kaitlyn and Zack exchanged a look.

"And you couldn't have said all this before I went all badass yesterday?" Zack questioned, eyebrows raised slightly.

"Oh shhh. I'm sure you got a kick out of it."

"James Bond better watch out." Zack winked.

***

A few hours later she was slowly sinking under a pile of books, studying hard after slacking so much recently.

Her laptop chimed in front of her, notifying her of a new email. Her pulse quickened as she noted that she now had her very own unknown source, patiently waiting in her inbox. Her finger hovered over the cursor for a brief second, before she relented and clicked away.

Day Thirteen - You can't go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending x.

Day 14.

As she made her way home that afternoon after a long day, she couldn't think of anything better than curling up in bed for a cozy little afternoon nap. Entering the building, she could hear music playing loudly from one of the apartments. With every step she took closer to her apartment, the louder the music became. She couldn't stop herself from humming along, recognising the song as That's How You Know from the film Enchanted. Weird choice of song to be blasting so loud. When she finally reached the front door, it was clear that one of her roommates must have gone deaf over night. Because if that wasn't the reason, she was about to give them a piece of her mind.

Unlocking the door, she stormed in, ready to yell, only to be met by an empty room.

"Okay, which one of you is it? Come on, out you come. I promise I won't lay into you that badly!" She called out, making her way down the hallway, opening each bedroom door she passed. They were all empty. No one was here.

Racing back to the living room, she located the source of the music. Kaitlyn's ancient music system stood in the kitchen. Everyone always poked fun at her for being stuck in the 90's, but she insisted on keeping it in the kitchen, songs from their childhood constantly played as she did the dishes or cleaned up. On top of the CD player, was a case she didn't recognize. Picking it up, she found a post it note slipped inside the cover of the otherwise empty case. Day Fourteen - He'll find a new way to show you, a little bit every day. That's how you know, that's how you know he is your love x.

As the song repeated itself over and over, she did nothing but take a seat, listening to the lyrics intently. She knew he'd been ramping up the affection recently, and becoming bolder with his words. It was becoming clear that this wasn't a game anymore, his feelings were stronger than that. He was in love with her, yet she didn't even know his name. Could she go on like this, or was it time to ask Tyler for a favour?

Day 15.

"Yo, sweet cheeks! Party planning is about to start, get your ass out here!" Zack yelled from the other side of her bedroom door.

"I'll be right there!" She chirped back, picking up her phone and standing to join everyone. She stopped in her tracks as the phone beeped in her hand.

Day fifteen is a choice x.

Well this was different. Plopping back on the bed, her fingers hurriedly got to work with a response.

What kind of choice?

I'm giving you the choice to end all of this now. Say the word, ask me outright who I am, and this will all be over x.

And the other option?

Indulge me a little longer. Things stay as they are for now, we'll continue the fun. Make a little time for me on Christmas Day and I'll tell you everything you want to know. From that point on, whatever happens next is up to you x.

Okay... Before she could finish tapping out a reply, her bedroom door flung open, Chris grinning at her widely. Her hand slipped in surprise, and she quietly groaned as she realised she'd accidentally sent the message.

"People are getting impatient out there, I've been elected to come and get you."

She raised her eyebrows at him, folding her arms across her chest.

"When you say people I know you mean Zack. And when you say elected I know you mean you were forced to do his dirty work for him."

Chris laughed, rubbing the back of his head as he tried and failed to think of a lie on the spot.

"Don't even think about it Powell. I see right through you."

"Okay, okay. Do me a favour and come join everyone please?"

She smiled sweetly at him and clambered off her bed whilst Chris reached into his jeans pocket, pulling his phone out.

Taking in the look of delight flash across his face, she couldn't help but question him.

"Hmm I know that look. Who's the lucky girl then?"

"What? Nothing. No one." Chris fumbled, cheeks glowing.

She eyed him suspiciously, maintaining eye contact for a moment, prompting him to shift nervously from one foot to the other.

"Whatever you say Christopher. I'm watching you!" She tried to make light of the situation, but deep down she was desperate for answers. Was Chris the one behind all of this? And if he was, how did she feel about that? They were just friends right?

Days 16-17.

Tagging: @zigortega4life @emerald-bijou @krsnlove @darley1101

#choices #christmas fanfiction #fanfic #the freshman #chris powell #zig ortega

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lazymilkshakecolor · 7 years ago

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Their bond

Note: this is Sasusaku, with interactions between team 7.

It's been two months, two months since the war ended, two months since Kaguya was defeated, two months since team 7 reunited and two months since she got a full eight hours of sleep.

''Ughh….'' The pink haired women groaned as she buried her head further into her arms.

She just finished a three-hour surgery, a surgery that came right after training new medics, training that came right after check-ups on war shinobi that thought there was nothing wrong with them, and even when she finished completely healing them, they still insisted that there was nothing wrong with them.

That's why she fell unconscious on her desk, above a stack of paperwork she was supposed to have done by yesterday.

And her lack of sleep when she could have slept didn't help either, thanks for the nightmares she still has from the war, the sight of white zetsu, and the sounds of screams never ceased to enter her mind in it’s most fragile state, but that was nothing compared to the sight of red eyes glaring at her, accompanied with the sound of chirping birds as imaginary pain tore through her chest.

She knew that that Sasuke was gone, that he’ll never do something like that again, but she just had to convince her subconscious mind of that.

Sakura straightened her back and leaned in the chair she was sitting on, knowing that there is no hope of sleep now.

She let out a sigh of defeat as she picked up a paper she was sleeping on and proceeded to read it, quickly losing interest as she read on.

''Sakura –chan!'' yelled the intruder that jumped in from the window.

''Naruto…'' she groaned, that was the fifth time this week that he did that, and she was sure that the guy that repaired the walls here is getting tired.

''Oh come on Sakura! The sun is shining, the birds are chirping and the bastard is getting out today!''

Sakura's head jerked up at the news, Naruto certainly knew how to get his female teammate’s attention.

''Really?!''

''Yeah, I told him to meet us at our old training grounds so we could spar a little before we get ramen, that's why I came here. And I don't care what you have, Tsunade baa-chan or shizune nee-san will do it.''

Sakura was honestly too happy to give Naruto a lecture about the importance of hospital shifts.

It's been a couple of days since she's last seen Sasuke, who was in prison then, but thanks to Naruto, Kakashi and her good word he was going to be pardoned early, but she didn't expect this early.

''Well then let's go.'' She said as she got up, but her hand bumped into a stack of paperwork that was ready to be picked up by her assistant.

Sakura glared at the stack of papers on the floor as Naruto chuckled at his teammate's clumsiness, and people say he's the clumsy one.

''Took you long enough.''

''Hey Bastard! Sakura had a little ' accident' at work today.'' Naruto said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Sakura's brow twitched as she grabbed Naruto by the collar.

''Naruto, it's been a long day.'' Sakura said, glaring at Naruto.

'Still as intense as ever.' Sasuke thought as a sense of nostalgia took over him.

After a minute of pointless bickering with Naruto, Sakura remembered the presence of the black haired man.

''Sorry, I had a paperwork crises at work.'' She said, while rubbing the back of her head, a habit she picked up from Naruto.

''Hn.''

''Now come on let's spar, I'll go first against Sasuke in an all-out fight.''

''No way! I ain't healing you again, and we're in the village Naruto!''

''So? I won’t be too hard on him and we'll be careful not too…''

''Sakura.'' Sasuke interrupted when Sakura turned to look at him, she saw his hand forming the traditional ninja gesture that signifies a fight.

''You want to spar with me?'' she asked unsurely, she never spared with Sasuke before, mostly because he never cared to spar with her, she wasn't exactly the biggest challenge when they were a genin.

''What? Afraid?'' he taunted, a smirk playing on his lips, soon enough, a smirk made it's way to Sakura's face too.

She reached into her weapons pouch and pulled out her leather gloves, and she put them on before cracking he knuckles.

''You're on, shanaroo!''.

''That was so boring!'' Naruto whined as they made their way to Ichiraku's.

''Naruto you got to spar with Kakashi.'' Sakura countered.

''Yeah but that was after I watched you two spar for a whole hour, and even when my spar with kakashi was over you guys kept going!''

''You're just annoyed kakashi beat you dead last.''

''That's it you fu-''

''Hey it's team 7!'' shouted a kid to his friend group, who all looked where his finger was pointing.

''Wow! They look so cool.''

''She's so pretty!''

''I hear the grey haired guy is going to become hokage.''

''You mean the old looking one?''

''Yeah him.''

Sakura held her laughter, but Naruto didn't have that social courtesy so he bellowed.

''Kakashi-sensei you're getting old looking aren't ya?''

Kakashi sighed, '' And here I was planning to treat you to ramen.''

''Oh come one Kakashi sensei don't be like that.''

Of course, Kakashi ignored him and continued marching on along with Sasuke and Sakura.

''Oh come on guys!''

''So what now?''

''We go home.''

''But it's still early, let's go out for drinks.''

''You're underage Naruto'' Kakashi pointed out.

''It's alright, Sakura would buy for us, she's eighteen.''

''Sorry Naruto, I have to get back to work.''

''Oh come on Sakura-chan you should take a break, shizune told me you fainted yesterday from exhaustion.''

''I doubt a night of drinking would make my exhaustion go away naruto, I'll just go to work, maybe I'll catch a nap there.''

''Hn I'll walk you there''

''What?'' Sakura asked, surprised.

''What?!'' Naruto almost shouted.

As for Kakashi he just smirked from under his mask.

''To make sure you won't faint on the way, now come on.'' the black haired man said, turning his back and marching forwards.

''Emm, yeah sure.''

''Nice save Bastard!'' Naruto shouted at their backs but neither of them acknowledged him.

''And then Ino came and it was all a mess, but she was still happy that we thought about throwing her a birthday party,'' Sakura told Sasuke who hummed occasionally to let her know he's listening.

It wasn't until Sasuke got her to where he wanted did she notice that they weren't on the way to the hospital.

''Did you just lead me home?''

''Took you long enough.'' He said.

''But I have papers to sign and I have a surgery tomorrow and…''

''You have to sleep.'' He said, more as ordered, as he pushed her gently towards the stairs to her building.

Sakura turned her head around to look at him, she didn't know if she should be annoyed or happy he cares about her health enough to make sure she's getting some sleep, but on the other hand, he’s bossing her around.

‘‘And why are you bossing me around?’‘

And to her surprise, Sasuke smirked.

‘‘You changed,’‘ he said.

Sakura took a moment yo understand the meaning of his words, back in their genin days, she would have obeyed, but now, she didn’t.

‘‘But you’re still annoying.’‘

He said as he turned around, Sakura thought he let the matter go, bu he continiued speaking.

‘‘And I talked to Kakashi, he agreed to give you a break off work for these couple of days.’‘

‘‘Sasuke you’re so...so.... annoying!’‘

She didn’t see it, but his lips formed a teasing smile.

''So you're here…again,'' Sasuke muttered as he looked at the pink haired kunoichi sitting on the bench he layed her on so many years ago.

Sasuke was on his way to the gate when he found Sakura waiting for him, he wasn't supposed to go for another couple of hours, but he wanted to have some time alone in this place before his team came to send him off.

But he'd be lying if he said that he didn't hope for the person currently sitting at the bench to be there.

Sakura didn't answer, she just moved on the bench so there was room for Sasuke to sit.

After a moment of silence, Sakura spoke up.

'' Did I even come close to convincing you all those years ago?''

Sasuke thought for a second before answering.

''Dangerously close… to the point that if I didn't knock you out when I did, you could have stopped me.''

Sakura raised her head to meet his eyes.

''But thinking about the if's and why's of the past never did anybody good.'' He continued.

‘‘Then why are you going now?’‘

‘‘Forgivness.’‘

''Everybody in the village forgave you, you saved the world Sasuke, Naruto forgives you, Kakashi forgives you, I forgive you…''

''You forgot the most important person.''

And it was obvious to her, ever since he was imprisoned, that he didn’t forgive himself.

''But…'' she stopped for a moment, careful with her words, '' you deserve it.''

''Sakura'' he said in a low voice.

''You went through so much in your life, you deserve a break, you deserve to spend time with people you love and with people who care about you, like me and naruto and kakashi and and…''

''And?''

''And a lot of people.''

''But a lot of people wish I was dead.''

''But…''

''This journey is to prove to them, and to me, that I am not what I used to be.''

''But you're not who you were.'' She said, a slight shake in her voice.

She knew Sasuke as what he is really, not the cold avenger that wanted to kill the people he loves, not the stone-faced person who would build his walls higher if someone climbed them, not the guy who would look down on people weaker than him and sacrifice his comrades for his own good.

Sasuke wasn't all that, he's the guy that walked her home so she won't go back to work, he's the guy that secretly loves animals, he's the guy that carried a little girl that broke her leg to the hospital, he's the guy that has the driest and sarcastic but still funny sense of humor, and most importantly, he's the person she fell in love with, the person she only saw glimpses of in the past.

''Sakura,'' He muttered, his hand touching hers gently.

''I will be back.''

Sakura took a deep breath, before answering.

''You better, or Naruto chasing you back will be the least of your problems.'' She declared, shoulders feeling lighter.

''Hn, like one dobe wasn't enough.''

''Hey, dobe is better than being an ass.''

''You got mean over the years.''

''I'm not mean, I'm just not giving you favoritism anymore, Sasuke-kun.''

He answered with a low rumble that she came to associate with chuckling.

They spent their final moments together before his journey on the same bench he layed her on all those years ago.

In both cases, they were saying goodbye, but this time there's a silent promise, a promise of return, a promise of always finding each other when the other is lost and helping them out of their problem. a promise that they will reunite him a changed man and her a changed woman.

Cause that's how strong their bond is, it's bond stronger than that of teammates, than that of friends, it's so strong it's unbreakable, so lasting it's unlimited, a bond that is selfless but selfish at the same time.

It's the bond that ties Sakura and Sasuke together, a bond that is easy to miss, but hard to overlook when noticed.

And a few years later, a living being will be the symbol of that bond.

#sasusaku #sasuke uchiha #sakura haruno #naruto uzumaki #kakashi hatake #team 7 #fanfiction #fanfic

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prettyfunkyunorganized · 7 years ago

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Daughter Series - McCree pt. 2

Sorry I took such a long break! This is the first day I’ve REALLY felt okay again - not coughing and wiping my nose a ton. GET YOUR FLU SHOTS, PEOPLE!!! Holy crow. I appreciate your patience while I caught up on life stuff and planned my big fic :)

Anywho. here’s another McCree and Juniper post! Inspired by my bought of Influenza B. Only 1,800ish words. I’m learning to keep it shorter! :O

More Daughter Series: Hanzo, Roadhog, McCree, Soldier 76, Genji

McCree installments: pt 1, pt 2

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It was about the middle of the afternoon and McCree was damn hungry. What he wouldn’t give for something fried and topped with some sorta shellfish, but Mercy had pitched the fryer weeks ago – she was a cruel, health-minded tyrant. Leftovers or a sandwich would have to do. “Wonder what my sweetpea’s up to,” he mused, wandering down the hallway. Juni was probably elbow deep in some turret or Winston’s temperamental Tesla Cannon over in Torbjorn’s workshop. How that girl could spend all day with that sour little engineer, McCree would never know. She was always smiling though and swore Torb treated her well.

The cowboy pushed open the door and was instantly greeted with the sound of angry Swedish grumbling.

“Somethin’ givin’ you trouble, Torb,” McCree asked.

“Yes, but I’m sure you can’t do anything about it,” the little man griped. He was madder than a wet hen today.

“Alright, alright. I’ll leave ya be,” he chuckled. “You know where my Juniper is, though?”

“Haven’t seen her,” Torbjorn said, muffled by the screwdriver in his mouth.

“Since . . .” McCree asked leadingly.

“Since yesterday.”

He frowned deeply. “Yesterday? She hasn’t been in here all day?”

Torb sighed heavily and swiveled on his tall stool. “That’s usually what ‘since yesterday’ means. Maybe you need to cut all that hair, cowpoke – I’m starting to think it’s clogging your ears.”

McCree burst out laughing, “Oh, but that giant-ass bushy beard never gets in yer way?”

The man opened his mouth and took a deep breath to retaliate, but then stopped dead. “Good point,” Torbjorn shrugged. “But no, I haven’t seen little Juniper today, which isn’t like her. I figure she’s got her reasons. I was going to go knock on her door, but I lost track o’ time. You going to check on her?”

“Yeah,” he nodded vigorously, “I’m gonna find her.”

“Let me know if something’s up,” Torbjorn said turning back around, “but I’m sure she’s just a little burnt out. She’s a little worker bee, that one. I found her in here at 9:30 last night and told her to take a breather. Probably just relaxing somewhere and drifted off. She definitely got that ability to sleep anywhere form you.”

Jesse beamed proudly and thanked his teammate for the tip. Every time someone pointed out a similarity between him and his daughter, McCree swelled with pride. She was an infinitely better person than he was, but she also made him feel like a better man. If Juni saw something worthwhile in him, he must be doin’ alright.

“Juniper,” he called, knocking on her door – just a few feet from his own, “you in there?”

All was quiet, but just as McCree was about to leave, the thick metal door slid open. Juni stood blinking in the fluorescent lights with a big blanket wrapped around her shoulders and her hair strung about wildly.

“Takin’ a nap, sweetpea,” he laughed.

“Yeah,” she said roughly and began coughing. The smile fell from McCree’s face.

“You feeling okay,” he asked worriedly.

“I’m sick,” she explained, rubbing her face drowsily.

“Aw, honey, why didn’t you tell me?!” He pulled her into a hug, and she giggled, coughing into her blanket after.

“I didn’t want to bug you,” she replied, smiling up at him. “I know you guys have a lot going on right now with Overwatch operations being started up again. And I already went to Angela for some meds, so don’t worry.”

“Did she say it’s just a cold,” he asked rubbing her cheek.

“Yup. She told me to take it easy and get some rest. I’ll be okay soon.”

McCree squeezed her tighter. “You still should have told me,” he pouted, “I shoulda been takin’ care of you.”

“I was going to let you know eventually, honest,” she said into his serape.

He smoothed her hair and kissed her forehead. He loved holding her close. “You doing any better now?”

“Not really,” she moaned. “I should take some more medicine and get some water, though.”

“Have you eaten?” She shook her head. “Well then, I’m going to heat us up some soup and bring it to you.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Juniper insisted.

“Hey,” he said pecking the top of her head, “don’t deny me the chance to take care of my sick baby girl. I missed out on every other cold, so I got a lot of making up to do.”

She snorted and smirked, “You don’t have to make up for anything, McCree. You’ve already done so much for me.”

“I want to take care of you, Juni,” he said softly. “Now, go curl up, and I’ll be back soon.”

“Okay,” she laughed. “Thanks, McCree. I’ll leave the door unlocked for ya.”

He rushed to the kitchen and plopped a couple cans of soup in a pot, tapping his foot impatiently as the contents heated up. Slowly. He dug around in the cupboards and found some powdered “Orange Drink” and dumped it in a jug of cold water. Hopefully, it wasn’t too nasty. Winston was about the only one who liked this stuff, likely because of his time on the Lunar Colony, but it did have a lot of vitamin C and D. A while later, McCree was juggling a filled thermos of chicken noodles, a couple of bowls, two spoons, and the fake OJ. He hardly had a free finger to thumb her door’s keypad.

“Need a hand,” Juniper asked with a giggle as he walked into her room.

“I got this,” he laughed, catching the bowls before they fell too far down his side.

McCree set everything down on her bedside table, scooting a few things over.

“Sorry it’s a mess in here,” she said flushing. “I’ve never been the best about keeping my room clean.”

“Don’t you worry about that,” McCree smiled at her, “I don’t mind a bit. I was a messy guy for a long time until this place whipped me into shape. Not that you need to be whipped into shape! I was much, much worse.”

“I’ll tidy up soon,” she promised, snuggling deeper into her bed.

“It’s ok, baby girl,” he said slowly. “Stop worrin’ so much. You’re perfect, ya hear?” He kissed her head again.

“You’re gonna get sick too if you keep kissin’ me like that,” she laughed.

“Pfft, I’ll be fine! I’m healthy as a horse! Now, you eat up.” He sat on the edge of Juniper’s bed with her and they ate quietly, some soft music playing from her phone. Eventually, she slumped over and rested her head on his shoulder, yawning.

“Thanks for the soup,” she said putting her bowl on the table before leaning back into him.

“Did it help any,” he asked, putting his head on hers.

“Yeah,” she nodded, “my throat feels better.”

“Good,” he cooed softly. “Drink your juice? Or, I guess, juice-like drink?”

She smirked, “Yeah, I got a glass down.”

“Was it gritty?”

“So gritty,” she laughed.

“Damn. I was hoping that stuff had gotten better over the years, but I guess not,” he chuckled.

“I might lay back down for a while, McCree, if you don’t mind,” she said rubbing her eyes.

“Alright, baby girl, whatever you need. You want me to go? I can sit with ya ‘til you fall asleep if you want,” he offered sheepishly. “Or not.”

Her smile was wide and understanding, as it often was. It made McCree realize just how lucky he really was. “You can stay if you want to. That’d be nice. Real nice.”

Juni’s lilt was making a strong appearance now that she was medicated and sleepy, which filled her father with delight. She crawled over the small bed and flopped onto her pillow, a box of extra soft tissues by her side. McCree twisted around so he could toy with her hair and rub her back, his knee resting on the sheets.

“Comfy,” he asked quietly, dimming the nearby lamp.

“Mm-hmm,” she sighed happily, wriggling to his side so she could nuzzle against his leg. McCree almost melted, then and there.

“I’ll be right here if you need anything, sweetpea,” he whispered, sappy tears filling his eyes. She was everything he’d ever wanted.

“Okay. Thanks, McCree.”

“Of course, Juniper.” He pulled off his serape and draped it over her, making Juniper’s smile grow.

“McCree,” she said, looking up at him, “thank you, for everything. You’re my favorite person in the whole world, and I don’t know what I did before I found you. I’m a really lucky kid.”

“Aw, Juni, honey,” he sputtered, incredibly overwhelmed, “I’m the lucky one! You’re the most wonderful little thing I’ve ever seen, and I love you, sweetpea.”

“I love you, too,” she said back. “I’m really glad you’re my dad.”

He laughed, brushing her brown locks behind her ear. “Me too. You know, you can call me Dad, if you want.”

Her face drooped, and she turned away.

“But you don’t have to,” he said hurriedly, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.

“I just . . . that’s a complicated word for me,” she said heavily.

McCree rubbed her arm, as if trying to warm back up her mood. “That’s alright, hun, you don’t have to call me that if you don’t want to. It’s just a glorified nickname.”

She sighed again, sitting up next to him. “It’s just that I asked Harris if I could call him ‘Dad’ when I was really little, and he said no. It kinda broke my tiny, kindergartener heart and I’ve never really liked sayin’ that word since. I’m sorry. I know it’s dumb, but – ”

“Juni, it’s not dumb,” he said wrapping his arms around her and dragging her so her back so it was pressed against his chest. “You’ve had a very, I ‘spose . . . unorthodox upbringing. If there’s some stuff you’re not feelin’ up for, I can 100% understand that. I just want to be there for you, hon, no matter what you call me.”

“Promise yer not mad,” she asked softly, putting her hands over his.

“Not even a tiny bit,” he promised her.

Juniper wormed out of his arms and turned around to give him a proper hug. “Thanks, McCree. You’re the best.”

“I try,” he chuckled, “Now why don’t you lie down and get some rest?”

She slid back under the covers, cuddling close to him again. “You’re still gon’ sit with me for a while, right?”

“I’m not going anywhere until you toss me out of here by the scruff of my neck,” he grinned.

“Good,” she said through another yawn.

He took care of her for the next few days – pouring her cough syrup, bringing her crackers, or smothering her with hugs. Of course, McCree got sick, too, so Juniper was happily able to take care of him in return. Neither one had ever been so happy while ill.

Additional tags: @watch-your-grammer @winchester-sonsandcastiel

#mine #writing #overwatch #overwatch drabble #drabble #my drabble #mccree #juniper #torbjorn #daughter series

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jeonjungsmut · 7 years ago

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One night in a strange city

Chapter 12 in the midnight glow

When you woke up you were alone, there was only a Tae shaped dent in the bed next to you and the smell of him all around. You pulled your legs up over the side of the bed and let them dangle there while you let your eyes adjust to the sunlight. Your body felt wet and smelled of soap, Tae must have cleaned you in your sleep. Looking up you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, that after sex glow shining on your face and reddening your cheeks.

“Hey Tae? Did you borrow my moisturiser?” You heard Jimin shouting from the room next door.

“Yeah! It’s on the side!” Tae replied.

You heard footsteps and quickly realised you were still naked. You managed to yank the covers over you as Jimin flung the door open and walked in.

“Oh hi!” He looked you up and down and giggled. “Finally, ey?” He winked at you and moved over to the side table. He pocketed the moisturiser in his luxurious robe after only a second of searching and turned back around to face you. “I was wondering why he was up so early this morning.” Grabbing the door knob he turned back at you once again. “I’m really happy for the two of you. I hope it lasts forever!” He smiled sweetly and closed the door behind him.

“She’s so cute.” You heard him giggling to Tae outside the door and was greeted by a freshly showered Tae just shortly after.

“Morning.” His towel hung low on his hips and you gulped hard at the sight. “Sleep well?” He chuckled to himself before leaning forward to plant a kiss on your head.

“Mmm.” You hummed in response, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of his lips against your skin. Your arms slipped around his waist and pulled him into a hug, crushing your face against his smooth tummy.

You felt his laugh through his stomach and he pushed you off him lightly. “I’ve got to get ready for practice.”

“Mm okay…” you sighed and lay back on the bed.

“And you’ve got to go out today. Alicia told me you’ve got some shopping to do.” He pulled the cover off your legs, the cold air making you curl up, pulling your legs up right against your chest. Tae just stared at you intently.

“What?” You asked, pulling your legs in further.

“Please put some clothes on.” He whispered.

“Huh?”

He trailed his fingers along your calf. “I won’t be able to resist much longer..please.” He begged.

“I-I oka-y.” Tae being so, so desperate made you weak in the knees.

You clambered off the bed and picked up one of Tae tops from the floor and slipped on your underwear.

You heard Tae getting ready as you sauntered out of the room, his shirt tickling the back of your knees.

The bathroom with the shower was occupied so you sat yourself down on the sofa, next to a cheerful Hoseok and a grumpy Yoongi.

“So.” Hoseok smirked at you. “You’ve been a busy bee.” He laughed to himself.

“Oh god does everyone know!” You pulled you head in your hands and feigned embarrassment.

“How could they not.” Yoongi huffed beside you, eyes glued to his phone.

“He’s just jealous it wasn’t him getting any.” Jimin poked the grumpy hyungs side as he walked past, chuckling.

“Shut up!” Yoongi threw a pillow at Jimin as his perfectly sculpted ass sashayed into the kitchen.

Zarena walked into the living room and sat down by yoongi and began chatting to him.

You heard mumbling as Namjoon and Jin came through the door, holding hands.

Joon looked at you, cocked his head and pointed. “Is that my shirt?”

You looked down at yourself. “Oh shit! Sorry I thought it was Taes I’m so sorry I’ll go take it off.” You rambled as you stood to go change.

“No no it’s fine. Keep it. I’m used to my clothes being stolen anyway.” He looked lovingly at Jin who rolled his eyes and lightly smacked his chest.

“You love i-” a massive crash from the kitchen interrupted Jin and his eyes went wide. “Who’s in mY kitchen!!” He screamed and ran in to see what happened.

Jimin came walking out the kitchen with his hands held high in surrender, alicia and Jungkook following behind giggling.

“What did you do now?” Namjoon asked them, trying to be stern but failing.

“You mean how much dick you gotta suck to make him calm!” Hoseok laughed, slapping his knee before cowering as namjoons glare intensified.

“We just wanted to make cakes!” Alicia giggled, hiccuping and nearly collapsing into Jungkook.

“are .. are you drunk?” Namjoon eyed them suspiciously.

Alicia and Jungkook both shook their heads vigorously, chuckling and clinging to eachother.

“They are so drunk!” Jin came storming out the kitchen. “The brought 8 bottles of soju Yesterday and it’s already gone!!”

“4 whole..bottles each? How are they not dead!” Hoseok gasped beside you.

“Ali is a heavy drinker so she’s chill but… is Jungkook gonna be okay?” You asked, alicia was known for drinking most nights so you weren’t worried about her but Jungkook…

“Aish he drinks secretly all the time! He even has a stash under his bed.” You heard Taes voice behind you, but before you has chance to turn he circled his arms around you. You could smell his minty breath against your face.

“Hyung!! That’s a-a secret!!” Jungkook looked completely shocked after his best friend had sold him out. “Come on alicia, let’s leave these boring losers!” He laughed as he grabbed alicia wrist and pulled her into his room, slamming the door behind him.

“Those two fuckn?” It was zarena who asked the question you were all thinking.

“Well if they weren’t they will be.” Jimin said as he walked back to his room.

“Ah whatever we need to be in practice in like,” Hoseok checked his watch. “20 minutes so the van will be here soon.”

“What will we do about Jungkook?” Yoongi asked.

“He’s an amazing dancer, he’s already got this choreo down, one missed practice won’t make any difference trust me.” Tae spoke next to your ear before standing up and pulling away, his hands still resting on your shoulders, rubbing small circles.

Jin disappeared back into the kitchen, Namjoon trailing after him.

“Let me know when the van is here!” He yelled before disappearing completely.

“Why are you wearing joons shirt?” Tae questioned. You tipped your head back so you could look up at him.

“Thought it was yours.” You explained.

“Silly.” He leant down and kissed your nose as the doorbell rang. His body shot up, he gave you one last squeeze on your shoulders before going to fetch Jimin.

“JOON! THE VANS HERE!” Hoseok screamed, unnecessarily loud.

“COMING!” Joon screamed back.

Yoongi stood, said goodbye to you and zarena then stomped to the door, opening it before pushing past the man who has knocked.

“Goodbye ladies. Have a nice day!” Hoseok kissed both you and zarena on the cheek and then followed yoongi out the door.

It was Jin and Namjoon who left next, waving at the two of you before stumbling out the door, one final shout to the 95’ line as they went.

“I’ll see you in a bit my love.” Tae said, quickly kissing you as he and Jimin left too.

“Bye!”

Your phone buzzed from in Taes room, the unmistakable chimes of your moms Skype tone ringing throughout the dorm.

“Oh shit!”

You scrambled up to catch her.

“Mum!”

“Oh hi, I thought you might be out. How are you?” She yawned. You suddenly remembered the time zones and how she must be getting ready for bed.

“I’m good! Really good,” you laughed, watching as she yawned again. “Hey mum, go to bed and call me back later. I’ll be awake still when you’re up don’t worry. Loves you!”

You went to turn the call off but your mum protested. “No Hun it’s okay, Chris needs me to help him with something in a minute away I was just having a little nap.”

“Oh? Okay then. How are you doing? Missing me?” You teased.

“Nah..”

“What!!”

“Oh of course we are!! Don’t be so stupid!! I’ve already started saving so I can come visit you guys over there!!” She smiled lovingly.

“Oh mum don’t worry about that! I’ll help you get over here plus Tae’s already offered to bring you here, I can’t see he’d object to flying you here for a bit but yeah. I’m excited to see you too!”

“Oh no it’s okay, I’ll get there don’t worry. How’s things with you and Tae anyway?!”

“Really really good. I think he really likes me, like not just because he has to because of the press thing.” You sighed, content.

“Aw I’m happy for you sweetie.”

“Thanks mum, loves you.”

“Loves you too.”

Final chapters coming soon…

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seokjingiggles · 7 years ago

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Stares Pt. 1

genre: angst, fluff

member: taehyung (w namjoon on the phone)

words: 1888

what happens when a member, specifically, your boyfriend, gets kicked out of the group? you find him famished, disheveled, and crying after a long day of being alone (the first of many to come). how can this mess be resolved?

part 2

ok so this is my first post aHhhhhHh hh h h H hh

although I already have some ideas in mind of more stories I would greatly appreciate any requests/suggestions you may have!

just fyi there’s a lil flashback from the day before which is separated by a line so you don’t get confused. enjoy :))

Your keys clinked in your left hand as you walked into your moderately chilly home. After peeling off your heels and closing the door, you put your purse on the wooden table by the entrance. Unbuttoning your coat, you called out for the love of your life, your sweet sweet angel, Kim Taehyung.

“Baby, where are you? I’m making pasta tonight. Have you eaten already?”

No response.

Walking towards the living room you asked, “Tae, are you in here? Do you want marinara or Alfredo sauce?”

No response.

You saw him slumped in the recliner. He was wearing pajamas with his head down, ruffled hair covering his eyes, and his hands on his knees. You paced towards him and moved his long and bony hands so you could sit in his lap. He didn’t move his head - just his eyes. Those eyes. Those eyes that always radiate joy and pure innocence, that make you laugh endlessly until he starts laughing too and you’re both rolling on the floor tickling each other. But right now, those eyes were droopy and pink from crying. Just looking into his eyes made your heart deflate, recalling the events from yesterday. You gently pushed the hair out of his eyes and proceeded to play with his fingers.

“Tae, after I left for work today, did you wake up and make breakfast? Lunch? Did you even do anything?”

No response. Just the sad gaze he wouldn’t let falter.

“You just…sat here?”

He blinked slowly.

At this point, your motherly instincts came into action. You kissed him on the forehead and squeezed his hand. “Let’s eat,” was all you could manage to say. You got up and hurried to the kitchen.

While you were preparing the water and sauce for the pasta you said, “I’m so sorry I couldn’t call you today, baby. I was stuck in meetings all day. You know I would’ve called and brought you something to eat if I had the time.”

You heard the recliner in the living room shift. You glanced over your shoulder to see that Taehyung had swiveled the chair to face you. With a straight face, he stared at you with that resilient dead stare.

Still in your work clothes, you put the noodles in the boiling water and returned to Taehyung.

“Honey, you wanna talk? Please say something to me. I know you’re having a rough time but it’s not gonna benefit you if you don’t let me help.”

He closed his eyes and two tears fell onto his lap.

You walked over to him and held his hand. You made him stand from the recliner and move to the sofa. You helped him lay down and covered him with a blanket.

Rubbing his arm you cooed, “Why don’t you take a nap while I make dinner? I’ll brew some tea too and we can watch a movie if you don’t wanna talk yet, okay?”

With the slightest pout of his lips, he nodded and shut his eyes.

Stirring the pot of noodles in the kitchen, you ran your fingers through your hair and took a deep breath. You still hadn’t completely realized that BigHit had kicked him out. They called him last night in the middle of your dinner to say that Kim Taehyung was fired.

Taehyung stood from the table and giggled while telling the person on the other line to stop fooling around and call him after he finished dinner. Sitting at the dining table, you couldn’t hear what was going on in the phone conversation but you could tell from Taehyung’s body language that what he thought was a joke was becoming more serious than he imagined. His arm fell from his hip and his mouth dropped open, wide enough to demonstrate shock and confusion. You stood up from the table and walked towards him with a concerned expression on your face. He held his hand out to stop you from coming further. He asked where all of “this” came from without warning and how “it” could be possible. His eyebrows bunched together in anger as he heard no response from the other line. He ended the call and squeezed the phone tightly in his hand. Carefully stepping towards him you asked, “who was that? Jungkookie? What did he say? Honey, why are you mad? Tell me what he said.” You always had a habit of asking too many questions.

You could tell he was breaking. He pocketed his phone and scurried into your arms. You wrapped them tightly around his muscular figure and searched his face for meaning.

“I…I…I got fired…They called and…and…said they didn’t n-need me anymore,” he whimpered as he sobbed into your chest.

Pulling him closer, you pleaded, “Taehyung baby, it was a joke okay? They would never do that! They love you! Everyone loves you! You give it your all and you always shine on stage! What are you even talking about?!”

He only cried more. You could feel his warm tears through your shirt.

Pushing him to face you, you clutched his shoulders and gave a determined stare straight into his glazed eyes. You wiped his tears with your sleeves. “We are going to get to the bottom of this. There is no way in hell you are getting kicked out. That’s insane. We’re gonna fix it. We’re gonna be alright.”

And with that, he half-smiled and hugged you tight, very tight. The two of you stayed there, swaddled in each other’s arms for a while until you became aware of your drowsiness. You waddled to the shared bedroom and managed to wiggle yourself from his strong grip. You both changed into pajamas and ran under the covers of your cold bed, in your cold room, in the cold night. Autumn was not giving up on its ferocious gusts, and you weren’t about to let your boyfriend, your one-and-only, your happiness, give up on his dreams. Holding him securely, you kissed his wet cheeks until, eventually, you both dozed off.

You left the kitchen to fetch your purse. You fished your phone out and checked the time. It was 7:30 at night; you could still call him and ask what the fuck went wrong. You dialed the number and paced back and forth.

“Namjoon? Okay, what the hell? Did Taehyung call you today or talk to any of the boys? Did he have contact with anyone?”

After a long pause, Namjoon spoke. “Y/N, he didn’t call anyone today. We called him a couple times and when he didn’t answer, we thought he was with you…Is he alright?”

Frustrated, you yelled a little louder than you should have into the phone. “Are you fucking kidding me? You think he’s alright? He woke up and sat in a chair crying all day. He didn’t eat. All he did was fucking sit. I was busy the whole day and I thought you assholes would’ve come over to help him! I knew I should’ve called in sick today.” You could feel the tears forming.

No response.

You continued, “You better tell me right now why my baby is no longer a part of BTS and fix it or I will personally come to BigHit headquarters and make everyone feel sorry for what they’ve done!”

You heard other voices in the background. Namjoon was not alone.

“Okay, Y/N, listen. It wasn’t any of the boys that made that call. It was another company. You know how BigHit was bought by Sanddollar Entertainment? Maybe they had something against Taehyung–I don’t know. They already had their eyes on a trainee from Seoul and wanted to replace Taehyungie. I guess they made their decision last night and delivered the message without telling the staff at BigHit or any of us. We found out today when Taehyung didn’t show up for practice and the CEO of Sanddollar told us. We were all as furious as you and wanted to help but we had to practice and do those goddamn interviews. I know it’s crazy but trust me, we really did try to contact him and fix it ourselves. They said they have to perform a final evaluation on the new trainee this week and make the ultimate choice within four to five days. We’re all so sorry, Y/N.”

They wanted to replace him? The word reverberated in your head as you stifled a cry. “S-So..he’s not officially out yet? There’s still a chance that they won’t want the trainee and Taehyung can join again?”

Namjoon clicked his tongue and replied, “yeah. Yeah I guess. Y/N, don’t worry, okay? BigHit staff will do all they can to fix this for him. For us. For you. I better go now. We love you, Y/N. Please tell Taehyung we care and will see him soon.”

“Thank you, Joonie. I’m sorry for being an ass earlier. I just love him too much to watch him live like this.”

And with that, the call ended and you headed back to the kitchen to assemble dinner. Walking past the living room, you watched as Taehyung’s chest moved up and down slowly. Both arms were tucked neatly under the blanket and he seemed so at peace. That’s one thing you always adored about your boyfriend. No matter how terrible he was feeling, he always appeared to be so serene in his sleep. You enviously wondered how he could possibly be dreaming of something pleasant at a time like this.

You got the pasta ready and set down two bowls on the coffee table. You placed the warm tea on a coaster Seokjin had bought for you two when Taehyung first decided to move in. An odd gift, but greatly appreciated. Sitting on an empty space on the sofa, you stroked his fluffy hair and kissed him softly on the lips. His eyes tenderly fluttered open and you made eye contact. He gazed upon your kind, loving eyes and, for the first time today, he grinned. It wasn’t his boxy smile that bore teeth; it was the kind of smile that said ‘thank you’ and ‘I love you’ simultaneously. You would give anything in the world to see that smile more often.

“My prince has risen!” you exclaimed. “How are you feeling? I talked to Joonie about what’s been going on and he explained it to me. I’ll spell out everything later, okay? Let’s just eat right now. You must be starving.”

“Thank you, Y/N. I really needed this. I really needed you. I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you earlier. I…just couldn’t. I was too ashamed,” he said with pink cheeks.

Instinctively, you cupped his warm cheeks with your hands and attached your lips to his. He closed his eyes and held your waist. You stayed there for a while.

“Aishhh! The food is getting cold! Hurry and eat up, I don’t want you dying of hunger before your next comeback!” you squealed as you pulled away from him.

He eagerly reached for the bowl and practically inhaled the noodles. You both giggled at the slurping noises he was making.

Legs outstretched, wrapped in his arms, toasty and slowly drifting off to sleep, you flashed a cheeky grin as Taehyung pinched your nose and said,

“I really do love you, you know that?”

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Ok ok i just had this idea but what if the goverment tried to take the twins and mc away beacuse they were werewolves and werecats so . They end up getting vanderwood in on this . The rfa have to convince the goveners aka prime minister (the twins dad) They wonder hurt anyone. And they are safe . Jumin jahee zen and yoosung and vander are ready to kick ass.

Anon!!! You little shit!!!! There is so much in here that there is no way to write this in less than 1000 words! This took over 3k words and I still didn’t really finish it! And YOU WILL READ EVERY WORD! Damn, this was a great ask actually. I tore into it and was on a roll yesterday then stuff happened, I had to go to the movies and other stuff happened and I didn’t get to work on it again till like four hours ago and yes, I’ve been working on it that long! LONGER! Got damned Anons and their interesting asks….

Saeyoung stared at his phone, confused. It was ringingbut he didn’t pick up.

“What’s wrong?” MC asked.

He glanced at her then back at the phone. “It’sVanderwood.”

“Aren’t you going to answer it?”

The phone stopped ringing and Saeyoung breathed a sighof relief, until it began again.

“Just answer it!” MC told him.

“Why would he be calling me? We haven’t spoken since…”

“I know, but without him we probably wouldn’t be alivenow. It must be important if he is reaching out to you.” She suggested.

Saeyoung nodded and hit the accept button, “Hello.”

“Seven! Thank god! I’ve been trying to reach you fordays! I finally got through, listen….shit….ahhh….” it sounded as if he was in acar, there were traffic noises and screeching tires. Suddenly there was a noisethat sounded suspiciously like gunshots.

“Vanderwood! What’s going on, is someone shooting atyou?”

“What?” MC motioned for him to put the phone onspeaker mode. Saeran and Yoosung jumped over the sofa and joined them. Theystood in a circle surrounding the phone, listening as Vanderwood let outexpletive after expletive.

“Saeyoung! Damnit!! Fuck off you shits!” and theyheard more gunfire, this time louder and they were sure it was Vanderwood whowas shooting.

“You need to get out of the house now! Take everyone!Yoosung too…” more tires screeching and Vanderwood sounded as if he had beensucker punched, his breathing becoming more labored.

“They know.” His voice was no longer yelling, itsounded tired. “They know about you and Saeran, and somehow about MC. Theythink they can make more of you Saeyoung, you need to run, hide! OperationOmega, remember!” he screamed the last part and there were more screechingtires, and crunching metal sounds before the phone went dead.

“Vanderwood! Mary!!!” Saeyoung shrieked into thephone.

MC and Yoosung covered their mouths at what theythought they had just heard. Saeran looked at Saeyoung. Vanderwood had beenwith Saeyoung for years, he wasn’t sure if they were friends, but they weresomething and Saeyoung didn’t look well.

“We have to go Saeyoung, grab the bags, I’ll get thevan ready.” Saeran took control but Saeyoung wasn’t moving. He grabbed hisbrother by the shoulders and shook him. He screamed into his face, “Grab the gobags and MOVE!”

Saeyoung nodded, coming around, the adrenaline finallywashing through his body. He grabbed MC’s hand and ran to their bedroom. Sheknew what to do as well. She contemplated taking time to take some mementos,but decided against it. the whole reason to have a go bag was so that theywould not waste any unnecessary time. She grabbed hers and Saeyoung’s fromunder the bed and headed to the garage. Saeyoung met them at the van withanother bag that was full of weapons, ammunitions, currency and differentidentification. Saeran and Yoosung had similar bags for themselves.

They threw it all into the van and jumped in. Saeranwas getting into the driver’s side but Saeyoung grabbed his arm.

“Let me, I know where we’re going.”

“Operation Omega?” Saeran cocked and eyebrow.

“Yes.”

They took off, Saeyoung keeping within the speed limitto avoid any detection. A mile from the house several black SUV’s passed themgoing the opposite direction. Saeyoung looked over at Saeran in the passengerside.

“One guess where they’re going.” Saeyoung said.

Saeran sat back, his body tense with adrenaline, theyhad barely escaped. He turned to Saeyoung, “He warned us. It was enough timeSaeyoung, if it wasn’t for Vanderwood…” he let it drop unfinished.

“And so we owe him our lives again. How did I repayhim last time?” he shook his head. “This time he paid with his life.”

“You don’t know that. We heard a crash, he could befine.”

“I’m sure he was shot. I know the sound of a man witha bullet wound.” Saeyoung slammed his fist against the dash, frustrated andunable to contain it.

MC wrapped her arms around him from behind. The touchcalmed him some, she didn’t need to say a word.

Yoosung was terrified, huddled in on himself, feet onthe seat, arms around his knees. His forehead was nestled between them and hetried desperately to keep the tears from falling. Saeran turned to check on himand saw the state he was in. He motionedfor MC to trade places with him. He jumped in the back and she crawled onto thepassenger seat. She placed her hand on Saeyoung’s thigh and squeezed. He lookedat her and she gave him a reassuring smile, it was all she was capable of atthe moment.

Saeran sat next to Yoosung and wrapped him in hisarms.

Yoosung hiccupped and began to sob.

“Gah…I…ca…can’t…stop…” he tried to catch his breathbut his chest rose and fell with his heaving.

“You don’t have to stop yourself Yoosung. Let it out.I know you’re scared. I am too. Here.” He took Yoosung’s hand and placed itflat on his chest over his heart. “Feel that?”

Saeran’s heart was racing faster than Yoosung had everheard it, even when he was in his wolf form. He looked up into his green eyesand saw that Saeran wasn’t lying, his eyes were wide trembling, his whole bodyfelt as if it was vibrating. He glanced at Saeyoung and MC and realized thatthey were all just hanging on with adrenaline and necessity. They could notafford to fall apart. Saeyoung bit his lower lip and he could see tears in MC’seyes when she peeked over at Saeyoung.

He held tight to Saeran and tried to comfort him asmuch as he was being comforted.

They drove the rest of the day and into the night.Saeyoung took many different turns, he could have driven straight to theirdestination, but he wanted to make sure they were not being followed. They hadleft their phones in the house, he did not want anyone being able to trackthem.

“Saeyoung.” MC whispered. “Let me drive or pull over,you need to sleep.” Saeran and Yoosung had fallen asleep in each other’s armsin the back seat and MC had napped off and on. she rubbed his arm and hegrabbed her hand, kissing it, then held it in his lap.

“I’m sorry about this MC. This is not the life Iwanted to give you.”

“This isn’t your fault. And you heard Vanderwood, theywant me too. They know about me as well. How would you have stopped that?”

“I don’t know.” He shook his head. “I don’t know howthey even know about Saeran and me. I wish he had been able to tell us more.”

“What are we going to do Saeyoung?”

“We’ll get where we’re going. I’ll set my equipment upand then we can call Jumin. He needs to know about this, he has connectionswith the government, he might be able to find out information that is notavailable through hacking.”

“Won’t that put him in danger as well?” she wasworried about bringing anyone else in the RFA into the situation.

“No. Jumin is too high profile, they wouldn’t darehurt him. Plus, who is going to believe him if he starts talking aboutwerewolves and government conspiracies?”

“I guess you’re right. Are you sure you aren’t tiredyet?”

“You know me.” He smiled.

“Yeah, you’re a monster at staying awake. Well then,I’m going to try to take another nap, wake me if you get tired ok?”

“Ok.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise babe.” He kissed her hand again and let itgo so she could get comfortable. As comfortable as possible in the passengerseat. Saeyoung drove through the night.

………………………………………………………….

MC woke up and was surprised that it was so bright andthey were no longer moving. She sat up straight and glanced around. Saeyoungwas nowhere to be seen. Outside the window all she could see were trees andbrush. There was no road and she wondered at how they had gotten there.

Saeran and Yoosung were still in the backseat, they hadat some point lay down, wrapped around each other so that they would not fallover.

She reached over and shook Yoosung. He came awakesuddenly and fell over onto the floorboards.

“Oh, Yoosung, I’m sorry.” MC said.

Saeran jerked awake as well with the abrupt absence ofYoosung.

“Where the hell are we?” Saeran asked as he and MC helpedYoosung off the floor.

“I don’t know.” MC answered. “I don’t see Saeyounganywhere though.” She turned in her seat and opened the door. Saeran andYoosung slid the backdoor open as well and they all stepped out.

They stood in the middle of a dense forest with treesso tall they could not see the tops.

Saeran sniffed the air, finding Saeyoung’s scent. “Thisway.” He said and headed farther into the trees. He stopped and sniffed again.

“What is it?” MC asked.

“It’s gone. Saeyoung’s scent ends here.”

“How is that possible?” Yoosung asked, turning 360degrees looking up and down.

Saeran turned as well, confusion written all over hisface. He looked up into the trees, but there was none close enough to explainthe sudden absence of smell. If he had gone up, Saeran would have still beenable to follow it. So, he looked down, knelt and began wiping the twigs,leaves, and dirt away. Yoosung and MC hovered over him, watching what he wasdoing. It didn’t take long for him to find a wooden trap door. He glanced atYoosung and MC before more aggressively clearing the door until he found a ringthat could be pulled. He stood back up and was bending over to pull the dooropen when it swung upwards on its own.

Saeyoung’s head popped up, smirking at their surprisedfaces.

“Well that took you long enough! Come on, watch yourstep!” He held his hand out to MC and she took it, stepping on the top step andfollowing Saeyoung down. Yoosung followed slowly and Saeran bringing up therear.

“Close the door behind you Saeran.” Saeyoung said overhis shoulder. Saeran did as asked and it became pitch black for a few seconds.Then some lights attached to the walls turned on and illuminated the largeroom. There was a pantry of sorts in a metal cage along with an impressivearray of weapons. Farther in the room there were several monitors on the walland on several tables. They were all on. Several appeared to be surveillancecameras, they could see the van, the door, and several miles of woods.

There was also a small kitchenette, a kitchen tablewith 4 chairs, a sofa and a couple of armchairs on either side of the sofa. A singledoor stood at the far end of the room across from the stairs. There was also adoor under the stairs.

Saeyoung pointed to the door under the stairs, “Bathroom’sin there, if you need. There’s a single bedroom through there.” He pointed tothe other door and then to the sofa.” That pulls out into a bed too.

“What is this place?” MC asked, eyes wide as she triedto take everything in.

“A safe house. It’s one that Vanderwood and I set up,just, in case. I’m sure he has more and I’ve got some too. But, we if hesurvived, he will make his way here.”

“So the agency doesn’t know about this?” Saeran asked.

“Nope.” Saeyoung sat down at one of the tables infront of a computer.

“I’ve already called Jumin on a secure line and toldhim what happened. He said he would look into it right away. He’ll get back tous when he has anything. In the meantime, make yourselves at home!” he gesturedwith his arms to encompass the room. They looked at each other, wondering howlong it would be before they could rejoin the world.

…………………………………………..

It had been almost two months and they were stillhiding out underground. They had moved the van and hidden it under a greencanvas of leaves and brush. Jumin had been checking in regularly and lettingthem know what he had found out. Saeyoung and Saeran were getting more and moredisillusioned.

From what Jumin had ferreted out, the information onthe brothers had come from the Prime minister. The government had been tryingto track them down for years, finally finding them and they had learned aboutMC through invasive investigation. MC and Yoosung at first did not understandwhy the brothers seemed to deflate with that information. They already knew itwas the government that was after them. They finally told Yoosung and MC thatthe Prime Minister was their father. Which explained how they even knew aboutthe twins. The news was shocking and both Yoosung and MC attempted to comforttheir mates. It had little effect. Saeyoung spent most of the days in bed,refusing to leave. They very rarely transformed and ran free in the woods. Eventheir mating cycle was less intense, as if they had lost something important totheir identities.

It was MC’s turn to watch the security feed. Anymovement was usually animal related. It was night time and everything lookedstrange through night vision. Suddenly there was a streak of bright lights anda car rolled into view.

“Saeyoung!” she screamed, scooting off the chair, tootense to stand. Yoosung and Saeran jumped off the sofa where they had beenreading, dropping their books and running to the monitor. Saeyoung scrambledthrough the door of the bedroom, in a t-shirt and underwear pushing his glassesonto his nose. By the time he joined them the car had stopped. Nothing happenedfor several minutes, then the lights went out and the driver’s side door openedand a tall figure emerged. The person began to limp towards where the trap doorwas hidden. Their head was down and long hair covered their face. The left armwas pulled in against their abdomen. The foursome watched, mesmerized by theslow approach. Right before the entrance, the person fell on their knees,shoulders hunched, rising and falling rapidly.

Saeyoung gripped the table, his knuckles white.

The person on the ground finally looked up into thesecurity camera. They waved with their right hand once before collapsingcompletely.

“Vanderwood!” Saeyoung shouted. He pressed a buttonand a lock released. He ran up the steps and threw the door open. Saeranfollowed him and together they werw able to bring Vanderwood down withoutincident.

Yoosung ran up the stairs and closed the door oncemore as the twins lay Vanderwood on the sofa. There was a wound on the rightside of his abdomen and on his right leg. Both were bandaged but the one on theabdomen had been aggravated enough to open up again. MC ran to the cage andgrabbed one of the medical kits in there. They had inventoried everything theyhad so they know how long they would be able to safely stay underground. She pulledout a bottle of alcohol, some wound pads, and gauze. They cleaned andrebandaged him as best they could. Doing the same to his leg. It looked as ifthey had not been taken care of in a long time. He was pale but breathingnormally finally.

He slept for two days straight and they were beginningto get worried. They could not feed him and he needed liquids. They haddiscussed it and had decided that if he did not wake up today, they would takehim to the hospital and leave him there. Saeyoung did not want to do thatbecause he was afraid that the government would find him and try to get moreinformation out of him, or kill him. If they did that, he was resigned toleaving this safe house and moving to one of his own. If Vanderwood talked, at leastthey would no longer be here.

“Where the fuck am I?” Vanderwood sprang up and thenwobbled and fell back on the sofa.

Saeyoung was relieved. “Thank god. I thought you weregoing to die on me Mary.”

“Stop calling me Mary you asshole.” His voice was asdry and crackled as paper.

MC grabbed a water bottle, opened it and handed it toVanderwood, sitting next to him on the sofa.

“Thanks.” He said as he took it and swallowed half ofit.

“Slow down. There hasn’t been anything in your stomachfor a while, you don’t want to throw up.”

He nodded and set the water bottle down.

“I’m glad you made it here.” He looked them over,noting that they were all there and safe.

“In the nick of time. If it wasn’t for your call, wewould have been cornered.”

“And you would have gone down fighting, right?”

Saeyoung glanced at his pack. The idea of being takenalive and the government doing god knew what to them was horrifying. He didn’twant to die, but he couldn’t live like that.”

“Yes.” They all agreed with him, even Yoosung whowould have been nothing but a tool to keep the rest in line.

“Well, maybe that would have been preferable. I’m notsure that you’re going to have much of a life now. Your father isn’t going tostop looking for you.”

“How did you know he was our father?” Saeyoung asked,astonished.

“I am in the intelligence business after all, and I’vespent years with you Seven. You were different when the subject of the PrimeMinister was ever mentioned. Little clues here and there. Plus, you can’t denythe resemblance.” He started coughing and MC patted his back until he regainedcontrol.

“Fuck, being shot hurts like hell.” MC helped him leanback and let him drink some more water. “You should lay back down. I’ll try tofind you something light to eat.” She said, and stood to rummage in the pantry.

“I have to take a piss, who’s going to help me dothat?” he looked at the three guys seriously, then laughed, doubling over atthe sudden pain he had caused himself.

He stood and wobbled to the bathroom, then settledback down on the sofa.

“What are we going to do now Saeyoung?” Yoosung asked.

“We make a plan.”

“A plan for what?” Saeran narrowed his eyes.

Saeyoung looked up at him, “A plan to kill our father.”

Werewolf AU

#Werewolf choi twins #werecat mc #saeran #saeyoung #yoosung #mc #vanderwood #Jumin #this took hella long!#Anonymous #my posts

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