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whatever you need | coryo snow x fem!reader

a/n: don't mind me, just eating pomelo and writing smut. i daydream about this piece every and all work day i have rn, it's pretty unhinged bcs i'm working as a gift wrapper for the holiday season and just staring ahead thinking of.... things. i'm technically an atheist, but i would need forgiveness for those thoughts. ANYWAY JEEZ. this took me like four days, help. i'm so insecure abt my smut writing, tho so ooohhh god am i actually dreading posting this. i'll just publish and run away from tumblr for a week. happy reading

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something strange was happening in the arena. something was being done to the camera feeds that were supposed to livestream every second of what was happening in it. only because something seemed to have gone wrong in the games y/n was stuck to the television screen in her living room slash lounge. her parents were called into urgent work in district three a few hours ago, so it was only her and some of the maids in the house. they kept to themselves, though, and were probably asleep in their quarters at the mansion’s far-end wing. except for the main housekeeper, who was adamantly guarding the entrance of the house, in case anyone came by.

her parents were counting on someone coming by - with the way she was recently behaving at school and with the rebel bombs, they were real worried about her well-being. she was always alone at home, because there was no one to bring home. except the dean, but he came by himself and only to serve his usual scolding and threats about y/n’s rebellious nature and behaviour at school. her parents hadn’t felt such worry for their daughter as they felt now since the war days. 

what soothed her mother’s worried heart and mind was the presence of the maids and the housekeeper. y/n appreciated their staying around and liked hearing noises made by someone else in the mansion, even if it was only a far-away creak of floorboards or a door closing. but she didn’t need anything from them, ever, she’d been very independent since her early childhood, and maids seemed like such an excess right now, an even backwards concept for y/n. her family employing them, unable to live without them, made her feel like the rich princess everyone deemed her being. 

y/n had felt fine being home alone until the feed from the arena turned strange. darker, blacker, and the audio seemed warped or otherwise manipulated. she’d caught sight of a familiar figure entering the arena – who was that? how did he get inside? who can tell... – and then the feed changed. there was nothing much she could see, but her eyes had been glued to the screen of her television for the past half hour, anyway. all the while she was straining her eyes to try to see who it was, and at some point that figure was joined by another by Sejanus’ tribute Marcus’ bruised and wounded body, and then the feed darkened nearly completely. 

she sat in her sofa in an embryo pose, blanket over her stressed form, covering her back and the bare feet and legs that the knitted bedtime jumper couldn’t. she realized the gamemakers or the Capitol were trying to hide something, nothing else could explain the feed changing and audio going wobbly and earning static in the process. 

the bell ringing at the front door startled her so bad that y/n gasped and jerked in her position on the sofa. her head whipped in its direction and she watched two figures entering her family’s mansion from the far end of the hallway. she could already tell who the two were, but she remained sat on the sofa, her legs unmoving out of anxiety. she shut off the television and just watched them walk towards her through the unlit hallway, arms wrapping around her knees underneath her beloved blanket.

“ms y/l/n, a mister Snow is here, for you,” the housekeeper announced as she and Coriolanus entered the living room, Coriolanus stumbling into the room more than walking into it. he looked like he was falling to pieces. his breath was heavy, hair and academy uniform in disarray, face just... bewildered. y/n nodded at her housekeeper, extended her arms towards Coryo like a child reaching for its favourite toy and sniffled quietly.

“thank you, Nora,” she told the housekeeper, “please leave us. you can go to bed, i won’t need anything else for the night.” she said in a hushed voice and the housekeeper nodded, knowing to listen to the child of her employers. y/n hated giving anyone orders, much less this spectacular lady, but she did want to be alone with Coryo. and by the look of him, she could tell he couldn’t be around anyone else but her. he was a man of privacy, after all.

as soon as Nora shut the door behind her and left for the maids’ quarters, Coryo accepted the plea in y/n’s extended arms and stumbled over to her on the sofa. “i—i’m sorry,” he said the first words out of breath, in a voice so broken and frail that y/n’s lips twitched downwards and she felt the need to cry, “i didn’t know where else to go, i couldn’t... i couldn’t f-face anyone else...” as he sat down before y/n’s bare feet peeking out from the blanket, she noticed in the poor lighting of the room that his clothes were dirty. there were cuts in his shirt, dirt, gravel, sand... blood. 

“what happened?” her voice wouldn’t go any louder than a whisper, and her lips were turning into a pout as she looked Coryo over, her meek hands reaching out for him but unsure whether she should touch him or not. he could fall apart like the frailest glass, it seemed, if anything touched him right now. his face was bruised. there were small cuts on his cheek, blood on his chin. she noticed how they had already been taken care of.

Coryo still took heavy breaths, but finally he felt like his vision was real and not fooling him, and he took in his surroundings. the dim lighting in the posh room, y/n’s bare feet touching his red academy pant leg, her legs pulled up to her chest under a cute throw-blanket in the pastel colour of chocolate milk, her small hands reaching out to him, unsure, unsteady. he lifted his head to look at her, and the expression on her face made his heart lurch in his chest. her glassy eyes – no doubt matching his –, the pout on her lips, her rosy cheeks, eyebrows scrunched in worry and confusion. he could never decline that face. “dr Gaul sent me inside the arena to get Sejanus out,” he finally said, and he spoke in a whisper tone that could only be meant for secrets, “but the tributes heard us... i’m not sure i should even be telling you about this at all,” he admitted.

y/n shook her head. “your secret’s safe with me,” she assured with a gentle nod.

“yes, but dr Gaul—” Coryo began, but she interrupted him in the voice of a faint whisper. 

“i know how terrifying she is,” y/n persisted, “she won’t know that i know.” she said even quieter and looked, really looked, into Coryo’s eyes, and nodded gently again at him. he searched her eyes for a few seconds, weighing the risk of her knowing this, trying to decide if he should tell her more or just cut short here. but really. she’s a loose end and she knows it. it’s not like dr Gaul was in high thoughts of y/n or deemed her more valuable than any other student, and her nature played a big part in that opinion of the young girl. how would she know that y/n found out about this night in the arena? she wouldn’t. it would never come up in conversation. y/n wasn’t part of this.

“the tributes heard us,” Coryo started to say as he sat closer to y/n, his body turned to face her, and almost loomed over her. he’s always been much taller than her, and sometimes that played a part in their dynamic. he took her hands in his above her bent knees and the blanket. he licked his lips and y/n searched his eyes, his... stoic blue eyes. there was a change in them, “they came after us and i...” he shook his head, “i didn’t want to hurt him,” Coryo’s voice broke and his head dropped onto y/n’s covered knees. 

she heard a sob from him, and it shook her entire form, making her gasp quietly. she’d never seen him cry before. the night on the rooftop, in the garden, she knew he was close to it, but she knew he’d never let his pride down so much that he’d let anyone see him cry. and Coryo didn’t feel so good about crying now, about opening himself up to her like this, he felt disgusted with himself. but he also couldn’t stop. and he couldn’t hide everything from her, after all. 

y/n shuffled around until her legs were tucked under herself and she moved closer to Coryo, taking his scarred cheeks between her small hands and lifting his face up so he would see her. she knew she made him nervous usually, but she calculated that that effect flipped around on itself when he was in this state, or one similar to this. breaking apart. feeling vulnerable. beaten down. she looked into his eyes and he back into hers, not really having any other choice. she had this compelling power over him, even if he didn’t want to admit it, and he didn’t want to hide from her. not really.

his breathing slowed down as he just looked into her wondering beautiful orbs, full of so much determination, courage and kindness. she was almost smiling at him, even though she wanted to cry, too, and her eyes were glassy with produced tears, but she wanted to appear strong for him. because right now he really needed a strong anchor to hold onto, he was the one in need of support. y/n took that role mainly in their friendship-relationship, especially at school, when she got herself in trouble, or at home, when her parents were giving her an earful about her irresponsibility and all the jazz they usually gave her an earful about.

last time Coryo and y/n saw each other, she realized he had the ability to ground her. and now she realized she had the ability to ground him, because by looking into his eyes she could see his emotions and mood changing by the second. and all because she’s holding him, and he’s looking into her eyes. he didn’t need much more than that. 

and yet maybe he did. he didn’t know which part of him had the urge, but all of him acted on it by ducking forward and kissing her on the lips. he could taste the sweat she had made on her lips out of stress, and the blueberry tartlet she must have had as a late snack not too long ago. and his hands couldn’t keep away anymore, either, they were taking hold of her face like hers was holding his cheeks between them. y/n would have gasped at his sudden action if she had any air to breathe, and she sighed heavily when he did give her a split second of air after fiery kisses to her delicious lips. 

he kept his eyes on her as he pulled his academy blazer off and threw it to the ground beside the couch, then came back closer to her, one hand on her cheek and the other pulling the adorable blanket off her legs. y/n placed a palm on that hand of his, which made Coryo furrow his eyebrows and look at her with puzzled eyes. didn’t she want this, too? she gulped, eyes averted from his shyly. “i’d rather we talked about it, Coryo,” she admitted and looked back at him carefully, eyes so un-knowing and yet more clever than most people’s. Coryo tilted his head slightly at her words. 

his hands took the bull by its horns, pulling the blanket fully away and welcoming the night air of the mansion upon y/n’s bare legs, making her gasp again. Coryo used the moment of surprise to his advantage and pushed her down on the sofa, sneaking in between her legs like the slippery mastermind he was, and he slid a hand under her knitted jumper, raising goose-bumps in his wake across her stomach and waist. y/n hated that she felt aroused, meaning she felt exactly how he wanted her to, was right where he wanted her, but she couldn’t exactly pull away. she hated being at someone’s mercy, but.... it was Coryo.

she surprised him when he found she wasn’t wearing a bra under her jumper, nothing was standing between his greedy hands and her naked breasts now, though her not wearing a bra at home wasn’t exactly a surprise. it’s just that his inexperienced self was shocked to find a part of her naked, and right there, at his disposal. watching her face, he placed his palm over one of her breasts and ran his thumb over her nipple, which hardened immediately under his touch. and her face, oh, the expression on it was to die for. eyes softly shut, eyebrows gently spasming as she was feeling something very new to her, her teeth biting her lower lip, cheeks turning more red and no doubt burning up. Coryo placed a kiss on her bare stomach, just above the elastic of her underwear, and watched her still as she whimpered for the first time. her thighs fidgeted around him, feet unsurely digging into the soft cushions of her couch—she really didn’t know what to do with herself and these sensations she was experiencing. 

“i’d rather we didn’t,” he said to her finally, though his actions were more than enough of a response to what she said, but she hardly heard him now. there was a gentle static in her ears, and heat all over her writhing form. her pure, supple, untouched form. all for him to touch, to explore. Coryo took his shirt off in a hurry, as if y/n might disappear if he had his hands off her for a second longer, and returned to her half-naked body a hungrier man. hands raking the insides of her thighs, he kissed her again, hot lips making their conversation just moments ago seem like the far past, making her almost forget it happened. y/n could hardly feel her legs, though she knew this was just the beginning, and she wrapped her arms around Coryo’s frame and held onto him as he moved his slender torso against her chest. she could feel the bones of his hips jutting against her own, his growing crotch pressing against her panty-covered soaking cunt, teasing her, making her pant heavily and whimper like a kitten. 

having her like this satiated the hunger that rose from the deep hole he’d created inside himself, gnawing at him like a big black hole with eager, starving claws. every stroke of his hips against hers beat the monster down but dangled the bait in front of it at the same time, leaving him in quite the paradox. this was more than enough, yet Coryo knew he could go further with y/n, further than enough, and that she’d let him. everything in him wanted to, and he couldn’t stop himself. adrenaline was pumping blood from his heart into his veins, she was available and the only one who could help with the hole growing inside him. 

but y/n couldn’t go further without another word spoken. he was avoiding her question, he was avoiding the whole last hour of this night. “Coryo,” she whispered softly as his lips kissed at her neck, tongue sweeping over a particularly bruised-with-kisses spot on her sculpture-like skin, he was an animal let loose. and his affections almost made her forget what she wanted to ask, and she thought maybe she doesn’t really want to know. but y/n sighed, trying to clear her mind, “tell me what happened,” she plead in a quiet voice and it made Coryo raise his head and look into her eyes again. 

he framed the side of her face with only a hand, his thumb on her chin and the rest of his palm splayed across her burning cheek. he loved seeing the look of lust and confusion on her face, in her eyes most of all. the pads of his fingertips softly pushed into her skin. “no,” he remained stubborn, and y/n would have been surprised to have him do otherwise. she gulped softly, hoping he wouldn’t feel it, but no, he felt every motion any part of her made now. his mind came up with a new idea as he slid a hand of his across her stomach, making a wave across her supple body, and then he reached her underwear. he knew, like everyone else did sort of matter-of-factly, that women were to be touched there. he knew it was the spot in her with which he could get her full attention. and he also knew he’d have to fabricate having experience in this field for y/n. he didn’t want her to think him inexperienced, which he was exactly, or least of all that he’s experimenting with her—which was also what he was doing. so he improvised by cupping her warmest place in the body, and he felt an immediate reaction. her thighs fidgeted around his waist again and her stomach lurched. her eyes shut, but he wanted to see them, “open your eyes,” Coryo urged her, and y/n had to force herself to comply, her beautiful eyes looking into his again. they held eye contact as he ran his middle finger in a straight line between her clothed folds, and he watched as her face contorted, caused by the new strange and pleasant feelings. she felt like warm honey on his fingers, “right now all i need is to feel you,” he told her and did the same motion with his finger again, only this time slower, making it pleasurably agonizing for her, coaxing quiet whimpers from her lips, “and this tells me you need it, too.” 

god, she hated that he was right. at first it was want, she wanted him to stay over, to touch her, to feel her, to do things to her that no one else had ever before. now, she felt so desperate for it that she felt she could explode if she didn’t get what seemed to be promised to her. the want grew to need. she wanted to shake her head, wanted to push him off—that would really be characteristic to her. but instead she brought herself to really look into his eyes and nod in response. Coryo’s lips almost made a smile or a grin, almost, she caught the ghost of it in the corner of his lips before he kissed her again. “alright, Coryo,” she whispered against his lips, “but if you don’t touch me properly right now, i willkick you out of my home.” she said surely, admitting to her desperation without shame and in turn – with pride, and now Coryo grinned. her feistiness was one of the things he liked about her, and it coming out in this setting was more than he could have asked for. in a weird way it got him going. 

y/n placed both of her hands on the sides of his face and kept him close to her as he reached his hand into her underwear, breaching into unexplored territory. she was all the warmer for him, and soaking wet. he hummed, their lips nearly touching, but not completely. it was torture for him. he wanted to devour her lips, her whole face, her whole existence. her lips were like the food of life for him, the sounds she made music to his ears and air in his lungs. “you’re just perfect for me,” he confessed to her in a shudder and y/n smiled lightly. his fingers ran through her naked warm folds, just testing the waters, until they found the opening between them, where the wetness and warmth were seeping from. Coryo would have dropped his head onto her shoulder if her hands weren’t holding it up right, but he just felt like he lost his damn mind at how incredible her walls felt around his fingers, and he could collapse right there on top of her. 

“Coryo,” she sang his nickname in a beautiful moan when two fingers prodded inside her, beating any expectations she had about this beforehand. they were long and thick, touching every inch of her, it felt like, and reaching just far enough. she was barely holding onto him, and her body was reacting to his touches immediately. hips moving, back arching, thighs squeezing his body between them, breaths shuddering. 

“no one’s done this to you before, have they?” Coryo asked, but he hardly needed an answer. by the way she was reacting, he could tell that she’d never felt like this before. y/n shaking her head at his question was merely the last dot on the confirmation, yet it still made him more aroused. knowing he was the first one to do this to her, with her. he grazed her upper wall with his finger pads, being careful not to let his nails scrape her, and it brought a moan from her that he’d never heard anyone make. guttural, coming from the very depths of her lungs, her vocal cords, from her very core. it made him shudder. he repeated the motion, slower one time, then faster the next, all the while watching her reaction. he loved seeing her eyes shut, her cheeks become redder, her lips parting, stretching, pushing breaths and whimpers out from between them. Coryo felt one of her hands sliding up into his hair, and he groaned. her hips bucked and she grabbed onto his perfect curls between her fingers when he reached farther inside her with his two fingers, and it made them both moan into each other’s mouths, y/n letting his lips rest over hers. he’d reached that great point inside her, feeling her hot and spongy against his digits. it’s almost like she was sucking him in. “you’re so good for me,” Coryo told her and y/n whimpered at the praise. 

“more, please,” she begged with no shame and Coryo obliged, picking up the pace of his fingers and massaging over her folds with his thumb all the while. when he accidentally grazed over her clit, y/n made a high-pitched moan of the utmost sensitivity, and he knew he’d done the right thing. and by accident, no less. he was on the winning team, “Coryo,” she cried with her eyes shut and he noticed a tear on her cheek, kissing over it immediately. next his lips were on hers again, lapping at her tongue with his own like the starving man he was, knowing nothing of tomorrow or the next hour, just so engulfed in her that he knew nothing else. she was the perfect getaway.

he could feel her body behaving in a different way, thighs trembling around him, walls squeezing his hand in, hands nearly powerless, chest shuddering. she wasn’t far off her release, he guessed. with another press to the sensitive bundle of nerves that made her cry, Coryo once again watched her reaction in amazement. but he didn’t want to feel her release like this, he needed them both different. Coryo pulled his fingers away, once again making y/n cry out, this time in the most desperation she could manage, and she looked up at him with pleading, tearful eyes. he offered her a gentle smile and moved down her body, dragging her underwear with him. down her legs and away, the light pink garment went, and y/n bit her plump lip in anticipation as she watched him. 

Coryo tucked her underwear into the trousers of his academy uniform that he was still wearing and returned to her body, laying kisses across her thighs on his way up to her. y/n squirmed under and around him, mewled, muttering his name in a mewl here and there, relishing in the feeling of his lips on her untouched skin and his hands roaming all over her body, under her jumper, over it, trying to cover every inch of her. she hated that he had stopped touching her right when she was closest to that one sacred edge she wanted so badly to reach, he was teasing her, taunting her, testing her waters. it was clear to her that he had never done this to another girl before. Coryo was just like her, and yet he’d put up a different façade. 

he dug his fingers into the flesh of her naked hips, which made y/n throw her head back into the sofa cushions, baring her delicious-looking neck to Coryo. he used that to his advantage, licking and kissing at the skin of her neck which he had already bruised marked with his lips just moments ago, he was devouring her with a hunger only she could really satiate, and yet he couldn’t get enough of her. his growing crotch pressed against her bare cunt, and y/n gasped at the feeling. eyebrows scrunched, cheeks and lips red and puffy, she looked up at Coryo again, and he returned the gesture. he took one of her hands in his and guided it down to between them, where he was growing harder and in size, it seemed, watching her face all the while and taking notice of her biting down on her lower lip in anticipation. Coryo made her feel him through his trousers, and he couldn’t hide the effect her touch had on him - shuddering throughout his whole body, eyelids fluttering, he was barely able to utter the next words, but he did so in a quiet voice. “feel what you do to me?” 

y/n nodded with lustful eyes, hungry like the wolf for the boy above her. her boldness came back and with it y/n unzipped Coryo’s custom-made trousers and reached into his boxers to really feel him. he had girth and he was solid, she could feel that all with her hand on him. she was making him a panting mess, giving his length a sure stroke, Coryo’s head falling into the crook of her neck and him moaning, though she knew the piece of his pride that died for him to do that. he hardly let anyone see his inner world, his true feelings, so for him to be this vulnerable with her took a great deal of courage. “do i make you... feel like this often?” y/n asked quietly, and Coryo nodded with a whimper as her finger flicked over his tip, pink and sensitive. y/n wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked up and down, slowly, looking at his face all the while, wishing she could see his beautiful eyes now, see the emotions swimming around in the blue of them.

Coryo fisted the pillow right beside her, heavy breaths leaving his parted lips, “yes, yes, yes, god, yes,” he chanted in her ear as the pace of her strokes grew faster, and y/n could feel each breaths in his lungs against her own, his chest rising and hitting against her so intensely. she’d made him crumble beneath her so quickly, it surprised her, “i need you, y/n, i need to feel you,” Coryo confessed and managed the strength to raise his head and look at her again. he was too afraid to utter the phrase i need to be inside you, feeling just too shy all of a sudden to say that. the look on his face was pure desperation, he looked like he could start crying the next moment, and y/n’s heart lurched in her chest at seeing that. seeing and recognising that she could make him as desperate as he’d made her. that she could make him small, “no one’s ever made me feel like this before,” he confessed more, breaking his own façade down, and y/n smiled at him sheepishly. she knew, of course, that what he said was true. she knew everything about him.

“you have me,” she assured him and brought him out of the confine of his boxers, making Coryo breathe in relief. he had felt so restricted in his own clothes, “but god, Coryo, will you fit? you feel too big in my hand,” y/n said shyly and bit down on her lip again, a habit that Coryo had noticed her having for quite a while now, and he looked down between them two. y/n knew her comment went straight to his growing ego, but she just couldn’t resist teasing him a little. and when he caught onto it, he looked at her again, with a smile on his lips this time. she grinned wide and giggled before she took his face in her hands and kissed his lips, as if it was her first time doing so. simple, loving, affectionate. 

suddenly she fully took in the look of his naked torso, his amazingly sculpted shoulders and arms, his pearly chest... the sight of him was so breath-taking and delicious that she nearly forgot all her other surroundings. Coryo, though the look her eyes were giving him flattered him so, took the bull by its horns again and pushed the very tip of his hard length through her folds, where her warm opening welcomed him. y/n felt a strain while Coryo felt the beginning of a true release, but he noticed her awkward expression, felt her hold on his face falter, and he paused his movements to just check in. 

“alright?” he asked quietly, as he couldn’t tell what to do next by her face, “too big for you?” he teased and it made them both smile, then erupt into mad giggles in unison. y/n would never have expected Coryo to have humour in a moment like this, but she was relieved that he did, and god did it make the whole thing easier. she wasn’t worried, wasn’t anxious anymore, wasn’t feeling insecure about any aspect of herself anymore. except the thing she’d heard that happened to most women on their first time – the bleeding, the pain, his reaction to it. those were the few things she wanted to avoid happening. but if Coryo was his sweetheart-self, then she had no bad reaction to worry about. she was glad he was the person she was doing it for the first time with, she’d really lucked out.

“just a little,” she finally answered after their giggle fit while holding each other in their arms, “try going deeper,” she urged in a hushed voice, and Coryo complied, adjusting his hips forward, slowly, not to accidentally hurt her more. he couldn’t deny how incredible this felt, how incredible she felt around him, her walls sucking him right in so tightly, “ohmygodohmygod,” y/n pushed the words out in a quick breath, feeling a burn and stretch inside of her at the size of him. she didn’t have anyone to compare Coryo to, and no one else had been inside her before, but he felt big enough. 

Coryo appreciated her arm on his back, her nails digging half-moons into his pearly skin, and her other hand splayed across his cheek, thumb almost digging a hole in his cheek. “you feel so perfect around me,” Coryo praised against her parted lips, and y/n could only look at him with strain and tears in her eyes as he inched himself further and further inside, her face changing by every inch, it seemed, until he had bottomed out with a groan and she’d only felt a momentary sting of pain. and the worst part was over—what a miracle it was that it had been so quick for her, she’d expected otherwise. Coryo could see the immediate relaxation on her features, and he smiled. 

he kissed away her fallen tears, but more kept falling from her eyes and y/n could only explain them as being happy tears, though she scolded herself for being so emotional in a meaningful moment like this. but maybe it was just right. Coryo smiled at her and she could see his orbs being glossy, too, and she was glad. it was no wonder, really, taking how shaken he was when he came into her home and sat down on her couch beside her. he was still in turmoil, but that didn’t matter now. he had her. 

“can i try... moving? you feel alright?” he asked her in a whisper. this slow thrust inside her had already felt like heaven, he couldn’t wait to repeat it over and over and over. 

y/n nodded, “yeah, go ahead,” she said and Coryo complied. she took in the feeling of him pulling out gently, slowly... teasingly. he was grinning, she saw, and she shook her head in disbelief as a beautiful smile adorned her features. and then he thrust inside her again, stuffing her walls with his great length, making her back arch and moans that she’s never made before escape her lips. he could hardly concentrate, but he didn’t want to miss all the different facial expressions she would make, the look in her eyes, while he made love to her now. he made himself keep his eyes open as he began to move rhythmically now. 

y/n’s legs wrapped around his waist, engulfing him in her more and more, and each of his thrusts earned him a squeak from her from the movements. god, he just adored her beyond measure. she was everything he needed now, and later, and forever. Coryo kissed her neck, licked at it, as he had before, and it only made her moan more, each moan in its own unique high or low pitch, and dig her fingers into whichever part of his skin she was holding. Coryo adored her touches, they turned him on, and he wanted her hands on him always, they were a lifeline. his hands gripped her waist, her sweater bunched just above them, only covering her arms and her breasts, though barely even those from how much Coryo was moving her.

“you're doing so good for me,” he breathed into her ear, and the praise only spurred her on. she clenched around him, and it made Coryo break his focus completely, his head dropping onto y/n’s chest, where he breathed hot air onto her skin, “i’m sorry, i think i’m close,” he confessed, and y/n raised his face with her hands, looking at him with puzzlement across her face. 

“me too, it’s okay,” she assured him and then took one of his hands in hers and lead it down to where their bodies met. she laid his palm over the bulge that had formed in her lower stomach from him. the sight and feel of it made Coryo groan, getting him all the more closer to his release. 

“fuck, that’s amazing,” he said into her neck, and y/n nodded.

“you’re so big, Coryo,” she complimented him again and felt his dick twitch inside her at the words, “made a bump in me,” she put it into words and it made the boy nearly lose his mind. then she guided his hand just a little lower and pressed his hand onto her clit, where he recalled was her most vulnerable point, “come on, touch me. we’ll do it together,” she urged him on in the sweetest of angel voices and Coryo didn’t need to think twice before complying. he loved her ordering him around a little, it was much needed tonight especially. 

he pressed his thumb against her clit as his hips had nearly reached their fastest pace, and watched as her face twisted in pleasure. eyes shutting, lips spasming, closing, opening, teeth biting, voice singing out to him. “oh, Coryo,” she called his name and he felt it go straight to his heart. there wasn’t much more that he needed in order to come now, and he prided in himself for lasting so long at all, all the while feeling a little ashamed about it. he wanted this to last longer. but since he could tell she was coming, too, his thumb drawing harsh circles on her clit to bring it on, he revelled in them both finishing at once. 

“fuuuck, y/n, i love you,” he whimpered into her ear as he spilled himself inside her tightly-squeezing walls while y/n all but chanted his nickname like a mantra. her hands almost drew blood on his back from how tightly she held onto him, and she shuddered around him at the feeling of her own release coating his entire length. her thighs trembled and she panted heavy breaths against his neck. she’d almost missed his quiet confession, she’d actually heard it amidst their joined euphoria, but she had thought it a hallucination. 

but that assumption dissipated as she came to and looked up at Coryo, whose eyes were worriedly, with tears streaming from them, looking down at her. she quickly moved her hands to his cheeks and tried to sit up in their awkward position. best she could do was position herself higher on her pillow against the sofa’s armrest, and she gulped. “you love me?” she echoed in the smallest of voices, searching his eyes. they were worried, fearful. what if he’d said the wrong thing? what if she felt different about him, different than what he felt about her? what if he’d said it too soon? what if he’d just ruined all this with her? 

but he did love her. he was sure of it. so he nodded, his curls bouncing with the confirming movement. y/n ran her hand over them and smiled wide at him. 

“you love me,” she said again, surely this time, in a happy tone of voice. as if she’d discovered the best, most well-wishing secret in the whole world. and perhaps that’s what it was. her favourite secret about Coryo was that she knew he loved her, “i love you, too,” y/n told him before he could assume otherwise, and kissed his trembling lips. Coryo felt on top of the world. he had said the right thing, he’d played his cards right, he’d told her how he felt. of course, his actions spoke volumes, but hearing him say it in words meant the world to y/n. 

“thank god, you had me worried there for a bit,��� Coryo half-joked between their kisses, and it made her laugh. she pulled back from his lips and admired the boy above her. forehead glistening from sweat in the dim lighting, curls messily falling over his beautiful face, his pearly chest rising and falling with each heavy breath he took. 

“who would i be without a little suspense, huh?” she asked and smiled at him again. she could see complete love and devotion in his eyes, two things she’d seen on his face only partly or half-meant before, and only towards herself. Coryo used the moment of silence to pull out of her and stuff himself back into his trousers. sitting against the sofa cushions to do it, he glanced at her cunt and saw it leaking with his white substance. y/n looked at him with sultry eyes and her teeth biting her lower lip, arms crossed over her chest, and she spread her legs just a little further to tease him with a wider look, “like what you see?” she asked quietly.

he just gave her eyes of total surrender, he was waving the white flag for giving up and he took a deep breath. y/n giggled as Coryo shook his head in disbelief and lowered his face down to her center, once again giving her anticipation. “you look so pretty,” he complimented and ran a finger through her folds, making her shudder as more of the snow-white liquid pooled out and coated her cunt, “pretty with me dripping out of you,” Coryo sneaked a glance up at her and saw the clear-as-day lust in her eyes. feeling that animalistic urge take over him again, he brought out his tongue and lapped up each drop coming out of her. y/n felt sensitive, sore, and Coryo was giving her a mix of both pleasure and pain as he drank at her. she had him right where she wanted him. the question was – would he stay there? 

his tongue prodded at her entrance just a tad, heightening her sensitivity, and he moaned against her folds at her shudder under him, giving her folds a kiss over once he was done. he wanted to leave most of his spill inside her, only having lapped up and gulped down what was excess. sitting up before her, between her legs, Coryo licked his lips and leaned over her form. y/n pulled him in for a kiss, and could taste something salty and something sweet all at once on his lips and tongue. it was both of them. 

“will you please stay?” y/n asked her in her small voice again, looking into Coryo’s eyes. she hoped to not find any resistance or decline, and her hopes were fulfilled. “please,” she plead more as he teased her with his silence. he nodded, and it made her smile wider than ever. he would stay over, like he promised her he would someday. it meant he didn't view her only as a secret anymore. maybe they could even go to Heavensbee hall tomorrow together, maybe hand in hand... “why did you say sorry? about being close?” she reminded him of the few moments before their euphorias. Coryo bent his head low for a moment. 

“just felt embarrassed,” he answered, “about not lasting long. i just... i just wanted this to last longer for you,” he told her and managed to look at her again. y/n made a comforting face and stroked the side of his face. she understood. 

“yeah, but it’s okay,” she assured him, “there will be other times,” she pointed out and laid a kiss to his cheek, “it was your first time, so please don’t worry your beautiful head over it.” Coryo managed a ghost of a smile just for y/n to kiss him and make his smile more life-like. “you did good, Coryo.” those words of praise went straight to his dick again, and he blushed. she had made him blush. y/n giggled. 

“you did great, too,” Coryo told her and kissed her hair, “thank you. i never would have wanted to do this with anyone else but you,” he confessed as they held tight eye contact. y/n’s heart surged at his words. 

“me too. i’m glad it was you,” she said and it made Coryo smile with shut lips, “now, can i get my underwear back?” she’d made a joke again, and Coryo felt like playing along further. 

“no, i’m keeping it,” he said in a hushed voice, shaking his head and y/n made a playful pout. she’d want to make him think he could keep it and that she’d steal it back later, but she couldn’t. Coryo having her underwear in the pocket of his academy trousers made her feel somehow proud. a piece of her with him wherever he goes. and if he went home and stashed them somewhere in his wardrobe cabinet, that would be fine, too. she loved knowing her underwear was a token for him. 

she only said, “alright,” and took his hand in hers, “let’s go shower and then to bed. you’ve exhausted me.” she admitted and Coryo took it as a compliment. he wanted this treacherous-turned-great day to end, too, and she was the cherry on top of it all. he wouldn’t have gone home tonight for anything. 

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[profoundtyrantharmony]

Loki Oneshots I recommend ~A~to ~H~

 ~A~

Loki says touch your... (from @angrythingstarlight)

~B~

Stop and smell the flower (from @bellesque)

Tinder swipe gone left (from @buckys-old-habits )

Small mercies // Bivouac // Dictate // She ain't heavy (from @BirdOfHermes on AO3)

~C~

Amnesia (from @coffeekeyboardsss)

Loki loves Loki // A single bed // Just a touch of love (from @clandestineloki )

Black like my soul (from @cordytriestowrite )

Reliable liars (@curseofaphrodite)

~D~

Surprise (from @domxmarvel)

~E~

Pillow talk // Take care of you (from @emeraldiis on AO3)

~F~

My queen (from @fakefanofmarvel)

We all have our kinks // Strip poker // Cooling down (from @fanficshiddles)

Jealous Who Me (from @fluffyemergencyx)

5 times + 1 (from @fan-fic-reblogs)

~G~

Troublemaker (from @generallynerdy)

Sharing a bed with Loki (from @gingers-writing)

~H~

Your worth (from @har-rison-s)

Loki’s new nickname (from @ifoundkylo)

To soothe a god (from @hopelessromanticspoonie )

Last updated : 09/14/22

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[comfort-reads]

𝓟𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓻

➳ 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼

@spideyanakin

➳ dragon eyes 

➳ ice cold 

➳ freaky friday 

➳ alrighty aphrodite 

➳ she can fight

➳ photograph

@scandalous-chaos

➳ bedrest 

➳ mr. smiles

➳ coffee run

@spidey-webz

➳ reminder of her 

@violetrainbow412-blog

➳ you are here 

@nyctophicbtch

➳ night patrol 

@waitimcomingtoo

➳ toothpaste 

➳ into the multiverse 

➳ honey 

➳ ink

➳ a soft place to land 

➳ have we met?

➳ smile for me

➳ the cup 

➳ you want to be loved 

➳ far from her

@devotion

➳ soft spot

➳ perfume

➳ goals

@stresslessbaaby

➳ hopeful

@stylesparker

➳ you take my pain away

@webslingingz

➳ a constant, despite inconsistencies

@eunoiathewriter

➳ come on

@kaylawritesfics

➳ band-aid brand

@jin0

➳ coming home to you

@har-rison-s

➳ tonight

@tomsparkyr

➳ multiverse lovers

@internetgremlin-writes

➳ bad days with peter parker

@peterparkerswife3000

➳ all this love

@wrathspoet

➳ feverish

@parkersbliss

➳ the ever so quirky peter parker

@genesisrose74

➳ no words needed

@tasmwhore

➳ deja vu

@lipstickbisous

➳ swingin'

@pctcr

➳ you could have anyone

@thebestandworstdayofjune

➳ you and me, forevermore

➳ 𝓫𝓵𝓾𝓻𝓫𝓼

@imaginingmarvelandeverything

➳ dresses 

@spideyanakin

➳ snowflakes

➳ hurt 

➳ spiderlove 

➳ anonymous 

➳ i love you 

➳ un poco loco 

➳ christmas

➳ home for christmas

@peterbenjiparker

➳ the morning sun

@parkerpeter24

➳ being stuck inside with you all day is my worst nightmare

➳ how are you not cold?!

➳ cuddle and more

@devotion

➳ more than you’ll ever know

@dashesofink

➳ swing-by

@earlgreydream

➳ decorate

@goddessofmischief

➳ together

➳ jumping

➳ rescuer

@cloudygeorge

➳ valuable

➳ home with you

@xoxoavenger​

➳ scene to interview

➳ ignore

@waitimcomingtoo

➳ funny seeing you here

@devotion

➳ mischief managed

➳ strawberry

@willsimpforanyone

➳ prank

@lizzie-boo

➳ a distraction

@ragnarachel

➳ spider kiss

@dylobilysmomg

➳ teenage romance

@pbnjparker

➳ magic

@parkersbliss

➳ kisses

➳ body heat

𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼

@chiefdirector

➳ a-z fluff alphabet for peter parker (andrew garfield)

@earthgirl616

➳ being flirty best friends with peter parker

@leydileyla

➳ christmas with peter parker (tom holland)

@kaylawritesfics

➳ fluff alphabet

@tatestripedsweater

➳ christmas day with andrew!peter parker

@waitimcomingtoo

➳ peter dating a reader with ice powers would include

@darling-i-read-it

➳ kisses w/ peter parker

@parkersbliss

➳ the ever so quirky peter parker

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[thatwriterkei]

Babe, I love your writing so much oml💕 could I get a HC of soft boy Stan dating a musical reader?? They play piano and ukulele + they sing but are a bit shy about it. It’s just me, I live vicariously through these tbh

Oh my goodness tysm 💖💖💖 literally same tho honestly lol

So when Stan finds out you're like super talented with instruments and singing

He's like freaking out inside

Because there you are on the streets

With a ukelele

And just singing your heart out to

Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana

And he just stares at you for the longest time

You have such a beautiful voice

And the fact that you can play while singing

AND you look good doing it

Like those shorts

If you guys were already dating by that time

He would've approached you after you finished

You would be flustered

Just surprised to see him there

And he's continuously praising you

"why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"

And then, "you're so talented, y/n/n!"

"now you're going to give me special attention because you're so cute."

Next time

The two of you are in his room

He's slightly in awe because

You've never shown him your room

It's just some instruments scattered in the corner of your room

Because you haven't had the money to properly place them on your wall and such

He's begging you to sing for him

You give in eventually because

Well, because he's Stan!

So you're playing a short tune on your piano

And surprisingly it isn't Nirvana

It's just a short melody of you humming

"Gosh, you're just amazing at everything baby.."

Stan would just be the most supportive, adorable bean in the entire world

________________

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[benhardyisdaddy]

What A Time - Part 15

MASTERLIST 

(omg hi im really sick today, but i had the desire to write so im sorry if its not that good i tried really hard lolol i have a feeling the next chapter will be the last, or second to the last and im sad but i loved this story so much and im so glad you all do too <3)

Word Count: 1,624

“Max?”

Roger takes a step back and watches as Max looks you up and down, his face falling. He knits his brows together and a wave of anger washes over him. He gently shakes his head and clenches his fists tightly at his sides. He looks to Roger and his eyes have suddenly turned dark.

“Did you sleep with her?” he hisses through a clenched jaw.

You pull the blanket tighter around yourself and feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment. You should’ve listened to Roger and just stayed up stairs. You scoff at his question and take a step towards.

“That’s so inappropriate to ask!” you say, annoyed.

He looks to you quickly and his face softens up.

“Y/n, whatever he’s said to you, it’s all a lie.” he says softly.

You shake your head and look to Roger as he stares at you, his heart pounding in his chest. You shake your head and look back to Max.

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about, but you should leave.” you say quickly.

Max shakes his head and takes a step towards you. Roger stands up straighter and watches him closely.

“No, you don’t understand! You two aren’t dating!” he half yells, causing you to jump slightly.

“Aren’t I suppose to be the one with the memory problem? I was in an accident, Max. We were dating before my accident.” you say super dramatically slow, hoping he would get it through his head.

But he doesn’t. He just looks frustrated and half laughs while running a hand through his hair. He looks to Roger and holds his hand out, pointing at him, but staring at you.

“You two were never dating when that happened! He was your ex! He didn’t even want you!”

“Hey!” yells Roger, his face red with anger. “You need to get out of my house. Now.” he hisses.

You look to Roger and watch him. He didn’t deny anything that Max was saying. You furrow your brows and turn to face him even more. You wrap your arms around yourself as a chill runs up your spine.

“Is it true?” you half whisper, causing him to look at you.

His face falls as he struggles to find a lie to use. Lies. That’s how all of this started and because of him. Watching you stand there with sad doe like eyes, broke his heart. You looked so confused and scared as you looked at him, waiting for him to say anything… But he doesn’t. You shake your head and take a step back from him. Roger shakes his head as he watches himself lose you all over.

“No, y/n, wait-”

“We were never dating when all of that happened?” you whisper, trying to understand it.

“He was with someone else.” says Max, smugly.

“Max, shut up!” you yell, feeling your head starting to spin.

You look back to Roger and his face is full of guilt, it made your stomach sick. You take in slow, deep breaths to calm yourself down, but it doesn’t work. Roger’s eyes become watery as tears flood yours.

“I love you, y/n.” he whispers, causing you to look up at him. “I always loved you, that was never going to change.”

“Psh, yeah,” scoffs Max, half rolling his eyes. “Is that why you chose Dominique over her?”

You go to tell Max to shut up once more, but you freeze.

“Dominique.” you say out loud.

You quickly remember how bad your head had hurt and suddenly that name popped into it. You look to Roger and his face has turned white as he stared at you.

“Dominique?” you ask, louder.

Roger closes his eyes and his head slightly falls. He knows he’s done for. Everything he tried to make work was failing in front of him.

“You’ve lied to me this whole time? Made me feel bad for not remembering this so called amazing relationship we supposedly had together before my memory went to shit. You lied to me about everything! And I felt guilty for not remembering, but what’s there to remember!? We weren't even together!” you scream as tears stream down your cheeks.

“Please,” he whispers to you. “I screwed up before. I know I did. I missed you so much and I just thought, maybe, just maybe, I could fix everything and finally make you happy again.”

Your heart fluttered at his words slightly. Finally make you happy again. You did feel happy. Every time you looked at Roger, it made you happy. Confused, yes, but happy. You blink some tears away and sniffle. Max is stood there as he watches the both of you closely. He can’t believe how soft you look for Roger.

“Are we forgetting the man chose another woman over you!?” he asks, upset. “You apparently caught him with her, and he chose her. Not you.”

Roger turns to Max and takes a step towards him.

“You better be leaving now, Max.” he demands.

Max looks to you then shakes his head fast.

“No, I’m not going anywhere until she’s away from you. You, you lying creep. Who lies to a girl just to get in their pants?” he asks, half laughing.

Roger glares at him as you lightly gasp at his words. Was Roger just trying to get in your pants?

“Get the fuck out now, before I make you.” growls Rog.

“And the fact you even wanted to sleep with him just shows me what kind of whore you are. You apparently barely know the guy and he’s taken you to bed!” he says, looking directly at you.

You look down at the ground quickly as Roger strides up to him.

“Get out!” he shouts, shoving Max back.

Max stumbles, but catches himself. He looks to Roger and the smug look on his face quickly turns into a pissed off one. You take a step back as your head begins pounding hard. You watch the two boys stare at each other intensely and you’re scared. You take a step back as Max marches up to Roger and grabs him by the collar of his shirt, pushing him back slightly. Roger leans his arm back and decks Max in the nose hard. 

Max’s body flings to the floor as blood trickles down his face. He looks up to Roger half shocked as he wobbly stands to his feet. He yells and goes back towards Roger. Suddenly, your head is throbbing. A lightning bolt of pain shoots through it, causing you to hiss. You were trying to focus on the fight and to make them stop, but your eyes were squeezed closed. You grab your head and pull on your hair, doing anything to make it stop. You moan out in pain as you open your eyes and spot Roger hovering over Max, repeatedly slamming his fist into his face. Roger’s left eye was swollen as chaotic rage filled him.

“You have no idea!” Roger repeatedly yells at him. “You have no idea! You have no idea!”

“Roger!” you scream out, but regret it.

Your head screamed right back at you. You hold it with both of your hands and all of a sudden cry out loudly. You don’t know what to do anymore. You want to make Roger stop, but you couldn’t even focus. You open your eyes once more and watch as Roger looks over to you with a fearful expression on his face.

You heard a loud scream fill the room and wish it would stop. Several seconds pass and you suddenly realize you were the one making the loud screaming noise. Everything felt like slow motion. The room around you began to spin rapidly. You close your eyes and your vision begins to go white. 

You feel like you’re on a never ending ride, wishing it would stop so you can get off. Flashes of images fill your head, almost like a movie. Scenes of you and Roger in bed, laughing. Another scene of Roger telling you he loves you. A scene where you’re on the phone with Roger in front of you, crying. A scene of seeing Roger with a beautiful brunette, his eyes on you. Another scene where you get a call from Roger while driving, but don’t answer it.

Everything then stops spinning and goes completely pitch black. You hear a voice yelling your name. Suddenly, you feel yourself slam into the floor below you.

Sirens of all kinds fill the outside world around you. Roger was sat on the floor with you as he placed your head on his lap. He was sobbing as he runs a hand through your hair. He could barely get two words out when he was speaking to the emergency operator on the phone.

“Please… Help…” he cried out.

They were fortunately able to find his location and dispatch help. Now help was pulling up in his driveway. Paramedics rush into the house and straight to you. Some others spot Max on the floor. Confused, they hurry to help him as well. They lift up your fragile body and place you on a stretcher. Roger didn’t want to give you up. He wanted to hold you close to him until the end of time.

All of this was his fault. If he hadn’t of been stupid and went home with Dominique. If he hadn’t of chose her over you all because he was scared. If he hadn’t of lied to you again. If he had just been a better man for you like you deserved, none of this would be happening. He would never be able to forgive himself. And because of him, you’re back in the hospital in critical care.

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[butlegendsneverdie]

I’m Sorry Kisses

Just You and Me Series

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Have any questions about Marie? Ask away! I’m always open!

Marie age 2

“Play papa.” Marie successfully made an attempt to climb onto her father’s lap to watch him work. She playfully shoved her favorite stuffed animal cat in his face. Gently he moved the toy out of his line of sight, so he could see what exactly he was doing.

“I’m a little busy baby. I need to finish this for uncle Freddie. Then we’ll have all the time in the world.” He kissed the top of her wispy unbrushed blonde mop.

“For Mama?” Marie tried see what he was actually writing. But the words just looked like squiggles to her. “I want Mama.”

“I know.” Roger nodded continuing with the child on his lap.

It had been about three minutes when Marie became bored. The little girl grabbed her father’s writing utensil and started to draw in the corner of the paper.

“Look papa! I’m help.” She squealed in delight. She thought she was being a big girl and helping her father write, maybe if he got done fast he would have more time to play with her.

Roger didn’t say anything, just taking the blue pen back from her tiny little hand, tring to ignore the little doodle. He loved Marie more than anything is this world, but at the same time there were times were he kind of wished Y/N was here to take her and he could get sometime done in peace.

Within a couple of minutes the blonde child started to wiggle and squirm. Roger tried putting back on the floor, but she would just climb back on his lap. The was no end with this child today. He just needed to get this done then they could do whatever her little heart desired.

The last time Marie jumped on her leg, she ended up head butting him, hitting hard in the nose with her hard head. Her father yelp loudly and placed her on the floor again. He dropped the pen in his hand and rubbed his nose with it.

“Shit. Ow. Baby girl that really fucking hurt.” Roger said rather loudly. By the tone of his voice Marie could tell papa was angry. It wasn’t often that he got angry with her, but those few times that he did, she got a bit scared.

A quiet whimper escaped her lips as she began to cry, upset that papa was hurt. Even if it was by here own doing. She felt bad and the sharpness in her father’s voice scared her.

“Shh. Marie. It’s okay.” Roger instantly calmed his voice. He never meant for it to get loud like that. He turned Marie around to face him, running a down her back trying to soothe her. “See, papa’s alright baby bird.”

Marie wrapped her tiny arms as around Roger as best she could, hugging him tight, and her tears staining his shirt.

“Can you stop crying?” He straightened Marie so she was looking at him. Marie sniffled and smaller tears continued to fall down her cheeks. “Papa was really busy. Sometimes you need to wait. And when you jump like that and hit papa it hurts. You just have to be careful.”

“I sowy Papa.” Marie kissed the tip of Roger’s nose, trying to kiss the owie away.”

“It’s okay baby bird.” The man hugged his baby close. “What do you say we have a tea party? I could really use some right now.” Roger smiled, deciding there that the song could wait and playing with his child couldn’t.

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What Have We Done? (George Weasley x Reader) - Part 4.5

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Summary: Molly and Arthur Weasley find out about the long-awaited relationship between their son and his best friend.

Warnings: Pure  F L U F F 

Wordcount: 600

Molly Weasley turned the letter of yellowish parchment over in her hand, reading the address on the front. The minute she saw the sharp and messy scrawl, she knew who had sent it. It was easy for her to tell which one of her children had sent it just by the handwriting, even the twins. This was a letter from her son Fred, whose letters were a messy print – nothing compared to Ginny’s neat cursive. Ginny’s words could be sharp in meaning though, if they were sent to anyone but her parents.

She tucked her broken and short fingernail under the flap of the envelope and opened it, taking out the letter. She opened it up to reveal a short mess of black ink with splotches dotted around the margin.

Dear Mum,

I’m writing this letter to let you know that your least favourite twin and his best friend snogged the other day. George and (Y/N) are now all over each other and I feel like vomiting in my mouth whenever I see it. They’re happy though, which is enough for me.

I hope you and Dad are doing well. Make sure to tell him this new piece of hot Hogwarts gossip.

Love,

Fred.

P.S. We may or not have gotten another detention. Love you.

As Molly read the letter, she couldn’t help but feel a smile tug at her lips. The relationship had been a long time coming, it seemed everyone in the Weasley family but George had been able to see it for years. Molly could still remember the time when she had first thought it, all the way back in George’s fourth year. It had been as they were making their way over to her, after a long school year at Hogwarts and she could see (Y/N) laughing at something silly George had said. It was the look on their faces as they looked at each other that gave it away, and Molly had just known that there was no one else (besides maybe Fred) that had the power to make her son that happy.

Each time she had seen them together since (and there were a lot of them), her initial thought was only confirmed. (Y/N) was a lovely girl and had spent most Christmas breaks at the burrow, sleeping in the space between George and Fred’s bed. Molly smiled to herself, there would be no more of that now. Not while they were dating.

(Y/N) seemed to get along with everyone in the Weasley family. Arthur would often spend hours bombarding her with questions about what having a muggle family entailed. Often, it was only when Molly nudged him to get him to stop that she was given a break. Ginny loved her like she was her sister, spending hours locked up in her room and talking about God-knows-what. All Ron, Bill and Charlie thought she was a great friend to the twins, especially to George.

And, call it Mother’s intuition, Molly had known that George loved (Y/N) before either one of them did. It was the way that he smiled at her when he thought no one was looking or the way that he would instantly gravitate towards her whenever he entered a room that told her. She meant so much to him, and it was easy for a mother to tell.

Molly heard Arthur shuffle about in the next room, probably sitting down with a muggle book about cars in his hand. She continued to grasp the letter in her hand as she made her way towards him, a smile still stuck on her face.

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counting on it | coryo snow x fem!reader

a/n: hello all... this is supposed to be a part 2 for fear or endearment, but i feel like rewriting that one so idk, this could as well be a stand-alone writing / one-shot with a possible continuation? idk though. happy reading <3

this is techincally part 2 of this little drabble

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word count: 4k

themes: fluff

warnings: mention of bombs, idrk what else??

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the phone in her room never rang, which meant only one thing – it wasn’t the usual mysery business calling. each time the house phone rang, however, it was like a heart attack for her. any incoming calls to her home were only to her parents to tell them about her making trouble at the Academy again, and again. so it was never a pleasant phone call.

but she knew it could only be Coryo calling now, so she picked up the phone with a lovey-dovey smile on her lips already. “yes?” she asked into the round microphone end of the device, squeezing it between her rosy cheek and her shoulder. 

“good evening,” coryo’s shaky voice said into the speaker, and it was so uptight that she giggled, “is this you or not?”

“i-it’s me, yes,” she confirmed with another giggle. he’s nervous around her still, and miserably so, and it’s coming out in the form of a very formal greeting, “but is this really you, coryo?”

“of course it’s me,” he said, now so sure of himself he was bleeding with it, “were you expecting someone else to call?”

“well, there’s the routine call from the Academy about me misbehaving that comes once or twice a week,” she answered, “no one other than that. why are you calling? i usually call you.”

she could hear him make a smile into his microphone, and she blushed at the thought of it, and his quiet chuckle that she heard, too. “i was thinking of you,” he admitted, and she raised her eyebrows. coryo being nervous one minute but then blunt the next really does a number on her. she wouldn’t believe he was such a nervous wreck around her by his looks, or by her own. he must be really... “if you’re free and not sleeping, i wanted to show you around grandma’am’s—well, our family’s—garden upstairs. o-only if you want to, of course, and if you’re free.”

she smiled again and shook her head. this cold boy was warming his way into her heart quicker than he was before. before they’d crossed that sacred line with the kiss in his empty kitchen. “yes, i’m free and not sleeping, and i would love to,” she said, “didn’t know you had an upstairs garden. i’ll be over in less than twenty minutes. do you need anything from my cooks?” 

she always looks out for him, doesn’t she? he hadn’t even thought of that aspect of their relationship. he’s only in total emotional turmoil and was missing her terribly. the bombing at the arena and then being in hospital, out for who knows how many days, robbed him of seeing her every day, like he usually would, which he’d grown used to. she would have visited him in the hospital, but apparently she was not permitted to – she guesses because of her trouble-making at school. her presence and the frequentness of it brought him comfort. he couldn’t think of anyone else at this time, not even Tigris could console or comfort him. not like y/n could. 

she got barely a good enough answer from Coryo, but packed a bag of sandwiches and pie nonetheless before departing in her driver’s car for Coryo’s apartment in the Corso. she knew he didn’t like charity, and wouldn’t be asking for food from her if it wasn’t absolutely the end of days. he also didn’t let anyone else from school but her see where he lived – and even about her, taking her upbringing and current wealth, he had doubts. with her unpredictable nature, he could never predict her reaction to seeing his home. and not knowing whether she’d run and belittle him at school or stay and still like him regardless was frustrating. because he could never have any control over her reactions, and that scared him. 

but she didn’t run away, nor belittle him, nor think less of him. a home is a home, and she knew how hard anything was to come by for the Snows. because her and Coryo had become friends over all their time spent together at school, even despite the vast difference in their personalities, they had this undoubtable connection, she had grown to care about him. therefore it was her idea, of course, to bring him any food she could from her mansion of a home where food was always excess. truth be told, Coryo had thought of the possibility of asking her, but he would never have let down his pride or let her see his vulnerable side. perhaps, until now. 

she was panting and heaving when she finally reached the floor of the Snows’ penthouse in the apartment building, which isn’t the ideal state to meet the boy of your fancies in, but seeing his welcoming smile made her feel at ease. she hardly came off to people as anything but frazzled, but Coryo has proved that it doesn’t matter to him, so she dares not worry. she smiled back wide, too, and doubles over for a few moments to catch her breath. 

Coryo paced over to her and put a hand on her arm, which made her look at him. “hey,” she said in a heavy breath and with a smile still on her lips, “i’m fine, really,” she said with a shake of her head. Coryo nodded and then shrugged.

“how improper of me, i should have gone down to walk you up,” he said, then, and they both chuckled.

“don’t worry your pretty head over it,” she said in response with a carefree throw of a hand, “just a shame the elevator doesn’t work.” Coryo nodded again at her statement, and y/n breathed one last sigh of heavy breath before really looking up at him. there was something different about him. most of all, his piercing blue eyes looked glassy, unlike their usual look- cold, convicted, confident, calm. all the characteristics she could match to Coryo himself. her eyebrows twitched slightly as she reached a hand out to his cheek, and upon touching it found him trembling. now that she looked at him closer, and he let her do that, she noticed his curls messy, out of their usual arrange, and his cheeks not as rosy as always, blueish rings under his eyes. something was troubling him, and she didn’t have to guess twice what. 

she kissed his lips quickly, feeling as though he might fall apart or spill his worried words out like a river if she didn’t. Coryo immediately sunk into her through the kiss, arms wrapping around her coat-covered waist so close he nearly started to lift her up and, really, with the mood he’s in, he might as well have. he was so desperate for her, so desperate to feel her close that it made himself nauseaus. he’d sworn off any romantic relations until he and his family had a better place to live, and the breaking of his own promise made him an enemy to himself. what was she doing to him?

but this felt so good with her, so good that he never wanted to let go of her, never wanted there to be a day in which he doesn’t get to see her if only for a few seconds. she was making him feel things he’d never felt before, things he couldn’t understand now. pulling away from her after giving her a searing hot kiss was torture, but he had to give them both air to breathe. “i missed you,” he admitted to her what he’d never admitted to anyone else before. y/n smiled and nodded, their foreheads touching, “i wanted to see you. i had to.”

“i know,” she nodded again, “i’m sorry i didn’t come to the hospital – i couldn’t.” she admitted with a gentle shake of her head, and suddenly she felt strongly overcome by emotion. “they wouldn’t let me in.” her hands rested on his neck, on his chest, she nearly made desparate gestures, as if he wasn’t in her hold or would be taken away any second. she’d missed him, too. Coryo furrowed his brow. they wouldn’t let her in? he looked into her eyes, and she nodded, her eyes sad, too, but not nearly as sad as his own. “my reputation as sort of a rebel and all.”

that word. poison to him. poison to the whole nation. her using it as a joke didn’t come off too strongly with comedy, and he wished she wouldn’t use it at all. “they were fools not to,” Coryo said amidst his inner disagreement, “you should have come with Tigris and Sejanus, they would have let you in then.”

“pretty hard to get hold of them when they don’t really know about us,” y/n pointed out the fact with half a smile on her face, hoping it wouldn’t stir the wrong nerve in the boy. but it didn’t. Coryo always knew the truth, just didn’t always act on it or deem it worth anything. what good was the truth if you could tell lies instead? he nodded at her and closed his eyes, “i only found out you’ve been hospitalised from the news. and the bombing – god, Coryo, that’s just...”

he made a firm shake of his head at her words and pressed a kiss to her cheek before taking her hand and leading her away from the stairwell. she just watched him as he pulled her through his door, knowing Coryo doesn’t like remembering the war days. they both experienced it, both had run-ins with bombs and many other traumatic war characteristics that they’d rather forget. Tigris and grandma’am were both asleep, so there were no worries about accidental run-ins with either of them, while y/n was still unintroduced to both. Coryo wanted to avoid an awkward situation right now as best he could.

Coryo led her to a door by their kitchen, which opened up to a stairwell, rather than a simple cupboard (what would they keep in there, anyway? the Snows had so little belongings to them and so little food to eat that there was hardly any excess anything in the apartment), and, himself going first and y/n following suit with her hand still in his, led them both up those stairs that looked older than his grandmother with no doubt. the breeze of the night welcomed them with sweeping arms as a cloud of red and white surrounded y/n’s vision.

a rooftop garden. the Snows were giving y/n’s family a run for their money with the beauty of this scooped-away little paradise. she gasped as she tried to take it all in, looking all around herself at all the roses – white and red – engulfing her and Coryo. there was scarcely anything else on the rooftop besides the roses, just a pair of old chairs, gardening tools and a watering can in one of the far corners. this was just unbelievable.

her hand covered her mouth as she looked at Coryo in shock and fascination. there was quite nothing like the beauty of so many roses, and the view this rooftop gave of the city. truth be told, the Capitol could look better – torn, burnt buildings, trash littered in the streets, hardly any plants growing anywhere, and it looked especially worse now in the night, scary even – but still, a panoramic view was a panoramic view. she clung to Coryo, arms around his waist as she all but blushed and gushed at the sight around them. “it’s breath-taking, Coryo,” she said finally, and he put an arm around her, smiling softly at her joy. he didn’t know another person’s smile could mean so much to him, and even warm him and make him feel better. 

“grandma’am’s pride and joy,” he said to her, overlooking the garden, too, and he walked them both further into it, away from the door – god forbid either of his sleeping family members woke up from their voices in the night. 

“i’ve been wondering where you got those roses you like to give me,” and the one for lucy gray, y/n said as she ran her hands over the beautiful, seemingly perfect white petals. no flaws on them, none visible, anyway. just like Coryo himself. she looked back to him, his hair seeming to glow in the dark of the night, and Coryo smiled at her with tightly closed lips, “god, it’s great here. i love this view,” she said and leaned on the edge of the stone balcony, her hands splayed on either side of her, stretching further away from her. Coryo took slow steps to approach her, and finally he dared to come up just behind her, arms wrapping around her waist again. she immediately leaned into him, locking her hands on his on her stomach. 

“it’s great for when i want to be alone, catch a break,” he said and sighed softly. her thumb gently grazed across the pearly white skin of his hands and her eyes slowed down in wonder. they usually jump around, never rest, but it’s different when she’s with him. he seems to ground her a little. 

“was tonight one of those nights?” she asked quietly and felt him nodding as he made a hum of confirmation. she turned around in his arms and looked up at him, hands on his chest. “i figured as much. you never call me yourself.” she said and made an airy chuckle, though Coryo’s lips barely lifted to make any kind of expression at all. “what is it?” he shook his head and made to kiss her again, dipping his head down, but she moved away. “you have to talk to me.” she said, with a firm hand on his cheek now, in case he attempted for her lips again. “you have no reason to hide from me, come on. and i wouldn’t tell anyone, you know that.” it’s her unavailing ability to always somehow make a half-hearted joke that Coryo likes about her, even though he wouldn’t let himself like that. 

but he found himself unable to say no to her. so he turned them around, him being the one who leans against the edge now, both of them holding onto each other still. he looked at her thin coat and the dress she’s wearing underneath, and he traced his hand up her arm just to ease himself. “the bombs were horrible,” he finally said in a quiet voice, “i was scared for Lucy Gray, too. but see, she saved my life.” Coryo said, and y/n could see he hated to admit it. that a district girl could do good. all this propaganda about district people being animals and monsters worked well on them as children, but now, as they’re growing up, they’re seeing some truth for themselves. even if the propaganda is hard to erase from their minds. “i’m in her debt for that. and i’m not sure i could ever repay her.”

“you could help and make her win the games,” y/n suggested, but with nods from Coryo she knows he already thought of that, of course.

“i don’t know if i can do that,” he said in a frail voice, “she said to help her i should start believing she actually could win, but... i don’t think she’s gonna make it,” Coryo admitted, “other tributes are better at fighting and stronger than her, she barely has a chance. which means she’ll probably be one of the first ones to get killed, and then i’ll lose the Plinth prize and the Snow name will go into ruin.” he jumped to conclusions quickly, as she has found that he usually does, and it made her sigh. she pulled him in for an embrace, her arms around his neck, forehead to forehead, her curls tickling her cheek. 

“i still can’t believe they let the games go on after the bombing,” she admitted quietly, “but that would be Capitol showing weakness, so of course they wouldn’t stop the games. but look,” she held his trembling face in her hands, trying to make him look at her, “you and Lucy Gray both have charm. as much as i’ve noticed, no one else does. and no one is as bonded to their tribute as you are. her song brought her a lot of donations, and you can work with that. she just has to hide out long enough and...”

“that’s where i stopped, too,” Coryo said and shook his head with a sigh again, “it was doomed from the start. Highbottom has something against me, i know he does. i got the last district, and i couldn’t help her – just as he wanted.”

“i still believe you can prove him wrong,” she argued back, convicted, “but as mentors, you are��pretty helpless when the games start. it’s all up to the tributes themselves.”

Coryo looks up at her again, “i bet you would have made a great mentor,” he told her with that charming half-grin on his delicious lips that made her tilt her head at him in disbelief. 

“me?” she echoed and Coryo nodded. “please, you’re just saying that to get into my pants. i can’t even make people like me at school, much less make the whole nation like someone from the districts enough to support them in the arena.” she shook her head. “i would be a terrible mentor.” 

Coryo shook his head and pulled her closer to him again by her waist, her having taken a step back while talking. he had her attention now, she looked down at him again, with seemingly a question mark in her eyes. “i like you, and i’m from school,” he said as his hands slid up her back, his fingers so long and his palms so big he could cover just half her back with his hands. 

“yeah, but i didn’t make you like me. i didn’t even try and here we are,” she said dismissively and meant to pull away again before Coryo kissed her lips again. ah, so that’s what he was trying to say – she didn’t even need to try to get him to like her. there was no effort, there was just her usual self and he liked her for that. it still seemed hard to believe, though. “i like you, too, by the way,” she butted in again before returning a kiss and smiled at Coryo chuckling at her little joke. he spread his legs for her to get even closer, now standing between them and kissing his pink lips with one of her hands splayed on his cheek and the other carefully ghosting over his snow-white curls, not wanting to ruin them. 

but Coryo didn’t care, they were all dishevelled before they met up, anyway, and in this moment between them his own visual look didn’t matter that much to him. she was already kissing him, anyway, he’d won her over, so to say. and he was pulling her closer and closer to him with his hands roaming all about her back and her hips as their kisses grew more frequent, more hot, more messy. Coryo felt like his head was spinning, and he knew he was disobeying the doctor’s orders to rest and take everything easy with this. but he couldn’t help it. it was her.

he hoisted a leg of hers over his, surprising her and earning a gasp from her. which gave him the advantage to deepen the kiss with his tongue now poking at her own between their heated kisses, and he actually made her moan. it hummed so deliciously into his mouth and Coryo felt himself shudder because of it, his trousers tightening exponentially around his crotch. she was no longer afraid of ruining his perfect hair, she ran her hand through the soft curls and reached into his half-unbuttoned shirt with her other hand, skimming his perfectly-shaded naked skin with her careful hands. their kisses lost count and air ran out, but they just needed each other so much that they didn’t even notice. Coryo ran his hand across her up-hoisted thigh, even reaching under her dress, which made her hum against his lips again. “ungh, Coryo,” she mumbled into his burning mouth and grabbed onto his neck for support as he edged his hand higher and higher up her dress.

he might have reached near the spot where she had the most heat ignited for him, but her accidentally pressing her hand into a sensitive, wounded area on his back made him yelp out and jerk like he’d just been hit by live electricity. she immediately jumped off him and saw the hurt expression on his wincing face and felt guilty. a hand covered her mouth as the other one carefully reached out to him. Coryo took his shirt off and looked over his shoulder—though he could barely see that way—if any stitches had broken loose, and then exhaled sharply, suddenly sounding exhausted.

“Coryo, i’m so sorry,” she said in a hushed voice, still wary to touch him without his permission. he looked at her for a moment and then shook his head. she could see the pain was fading away by the expression on his face – the wince and cringe were slowly letting go of his facial muscles – but she still felt bad. 

“don’t be,” he told her in a hoarse voice, “i didn’t tell you about my injuries. you couldn’t have known,”

“but i still feel bad,” she said and came closer to him again, “i—i could take a look for you. maybe stitch you up, uh...” Coryo shook his head just as she took his hands in hers, and his head hang low again. “i’m sorry, let me fix it.”

he gave her a firm head shake again. “you don’t need to, i’ll go to a medic tomorrow,” he assured her and looked up into her bambi eyes again. she looked so pretty to him suddenly. well, of course, she always looks pretty and beautiful to him, it’s just her emotions right now that made her eyes look bigger and... he couldn’t put it into words.

“i could... stay over, if you don’t want to be alone. we could just talk or sleep, whatever,” she suggested with a naïve smile on her over-kissed lips, though already knowing that it’s probably going to be a “no” from him, knowing that the two of them were a pretty private item. if they were an item at all, of course. and, of course, Coryo shook his head.

“it’s late, you should be home,” he told her and gave a kiss to one of her hands, “besides,” he added, getting close to her again, nose to nose, “i’ll just get carried away with you again and then i’ll bleed all over you,” he said with a slight smile, and she appreciated the notion of a joke from him this time, instead of her. she giggled and her head dipped lower, his words – both dangerous, comedic and enticing – making her blush as if she was as young as twelve or thirteen and a boy had just flirted with her for the first time. Coryo kissed her temple and squeezed her hands. “you’re irresistible to me.”

she looked into his eyes and saw nothing but sincerity and lust as he said those words, so she believed him. she took a deep breath and made a small smile, that blush ever present in her cheeks. “as you are to me,” she said, “you could stay over sometime, though, at my place. i’d love for you to stay over,” she admitted quietly before she got ready to leave.

Coryo made a sheepish grin at her words and walked her back down the stairs and to the door of his penthouse. he took her close in his arms again for one more time before she had to leave and whispered in her ear, “i can’t promise i’ll be on my best behaviour with no one but you around.” he told her words that made her shiver and she just smiled wide as she stepped away from him.

before slipping out and through his door in the hour of creeping dawn, she said something very characteristic of herself, “i’ll be counting on it.” and with a kiss blown to Coryo, she was out and on her way home.

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The King and His Chérie (Ch2)

Chapter 2

Summary: Crowley has an interesting encounter with a female hunter.  The new female hunter, Samantha, adjusts to her new home with the Winchesters.  She becomes accustomed to the hunting life and how it’s like living with Dean and Sam. She learns about the Winchester’s previous encounters, including one with a particular red eyed demon…

Word Count: 4664

Warnings: Fluff, no smut

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Samantha found her way into the kitchen, tying the robe at her waist a smidgen tighter.  It fell to the floor, just how she liked.  Most women’s robes were at the knee - even the winter ones, which she always hated.  This one, however, just so happened to be floor length, and very comfortable. She smiled and searched the cabinets for a coffee mug.  She was still getting used to the place and getting used to where things were.  She found a black mug and poured herself some coffee and filled it with creamer.  Giving it a stir with a spoon, she brought the warm cup to her lips and took a sip “Mmm…” She hummed. Samantha smiled at the taste and set it down, looking for a pan and some eggs to cook.

“Hey”

The young girl gasped and spun around, “Oh-- hey Dean, you scared me.” She faced him, putting the pan down on the stove.

“That’s my robe, princess” He looked at her with squinted eyes in the doorway, wearing his pajama pants and grey t-shirt.

“O-oh,” She subconsciously looked down and reached to touch the ties of the robe. “Really? I’m sorry, I just found it in the bathroom.  It was folded up and it looked like it hadn’t been worn in a long while, so-”

“It was just washed” His facial expression was grumpy, but the corner of his mouth crept up in a smirk from seeing her falter so innocently. “It’s alright, no harm done. Just remember to put it back in my room, okay?”

“Okay,” She replied almost obediently and took another sip of her coffee. “Would you like an omelet or some scrambled eggs? I was just about to cook some for you two…if that’s what you like.”

Dean raised a brow, “Really…? You were? That’s awful nice of you. You don’t have to do that.”

“Well, I wanted to. I’m your guest, and I’m new…” she blushed, “I wanted to do a little something for you guys.” She smiled and pushed her hair back behind her ear.

“Hmph,” Dean strode over to the coffee maker with a smirk on his face, and grabbed himself a black coffee, “That’s adorable.” His voice rumbled as he let out a small chuckle, “But if you really want to, you can make me an omelet and Sam some scrambled eggs. He likes those.” Dean’s speckled green eyes flickered over to her warm brown eyes. She returned his gaze politely, then returned to making their breakfast.

“So you guys have been living here for a few years now,” she looked up at him with furrowed brows, “How old is this place?” She inquired.

Dean leaned back against the counter and crossed his arms, coffee in hand, “Yeah, we’ve been here for a little while now. We finally have a place to call home. It’s great. It’s a damn fortress too,” He took a sip of his coffee. “The bunker’s been here since the forties.  It was one of the home bases for the Men of Letters. It’s pretty big, but you’ll get used to it.” He grinned and pointed a finger at her. “You still need a tour”

Samantha nodded, “Yeah I do. I should probably know the in & outs of my new home.” She opened the fridge to see if there was any orange juice, and saw something else that caught her eye. “Hmm…bacon?” She looked at him curiously and his eyes went wide like a small puppy, “Yes please. You’d be an angel if you made some bacon” She chuckled and took them out along with the OJ.  “Well, if it’s what you want, I’ll make it for you.” Samantha put them on another pan and lit the gas on the stove.  “You know…it’s really comforting knowing I live in such a sturdy home- completely warded off from all monsters” She sighed, very relieved, yet still in disbelief of her home invasion back in New York.  “It’s nice to know I didn’t just hitchhike with a couple of rednecks and be taken God knows where…heh…” A red tint rose to her cheeks with embarrassment.

The sturdy hunter rolled his shoulders and pursed his lips before clearing his throat, “Yeah thank God for that”

“Ughhh….*yawns* mrrugh” Sam appeared from the corner, rubbing his eyes and yawning like a bear with his hair sticking up in random places.

“Mornin’ sleepy head,” Samantha chirped, peering at the giant in the kitchen, “You sure seem well rested” 

Before Sam could open his mouth for a quick reply, he noticed she was wearing Dean’s robe.  His brows cinched together questioningly, as he gave Dean a knowing look. Dean explained, mock-offended with outstretched arms, “She’s not even here a week and she stole my robe” 

The comment made her giggle and she dished out their breakfast.  “Here’s some food to make up for it” She handed them their plates and Sam looked surprised and flattered, “Aw, you made me scrambled eggs? That’s so nice. Thank you” He leaned over and ruffled her hair, making it messy. 

She smiled and said sweetly, “Bon Appetit, Monsieur Winchester” She made a plate for herself and took it to the counter while the boys ate at the small table.

They both took their first bite and groaned happily.  She peered at them, pleased with their resounding reactions to her cooking. “Mm, that’s delicious. Are those spices on my omelette? …I didn’t even know we had those…”

“I found’m just laying around. I’m glad you like it,” She smiled and drank her coffee.

“It tastes delicious,” Sam grinned sweetly, “We don’t always have the time to have home cooked food, so it’s great to be able to enjoy it when we can.”

Samantha tilted her head, confused, “What do you mean?”

“When we’re out on a hunt - we usually have to resort to greasy burgers and stuff like that,” Sam informed her.

“Oh...”

“Which you’re not going to do for a LONG time,” Dean interjected, “So you can just stay here and cook all the food you want and be out of harm’s way,” he smiled.

“Well, she’ll still have to learn how to hunt eventually, Dean.”

“Eventually, meaning a very long time from now- possibly never…” Dean grumbled while drinking his coffee.

Samantha huffed, “Why not? I wanna go on a hunt one day!”

Dean sighed, “Look, no offense to you at all, but it wasn’t even my first choice to bring you here and have you tied up in our supernatural chaos.”

Sam shot him a bitch face and peered at Samantha with soft eyes, “Dean is sort of right… -about hunting. But…There’s no rule that says you shouldn’t learn self defense” This reassured her, and peaked her interest.

“Hmm…that makes sense.  I should start out small. And do the ‘looking up’ thing you guys do. I should practice that”

Dean turned to her and smirked. “You mean, research?”

“Oh- yeah, yeah. Of course,” She blushed and stuffed some more food in her mouth, “Well…I have a bachelor’s degree in psychology.  Would that be helpful in any way?”

“Definitely,” Dean said, “Being a mind reader has its perks on the job.  You gotta know who’s lying, how to read people, whether or not they’re bluffing, and you gotta know how to sweet talk your way into places”

“I figured so,” Samantha nodded and rested her jaw on her fist, “So you guys are always dressing like feds and getting into crime scenes that way?”

“Yep,” Sam said, “Or on special occasions we’ll be deputies or journalists”

“Well it must be nice to dress so dapper all the time,” she smiled.

“Eh, it’s a monkey suit…” Dean groaned, “You get tired of wearing the same suit all the time. But…” He mulled it over, “It doesn’t hurt when you want a lady’s attention.” 

Samantha glanced away as he winked at her, too nervous to keep eye contact.  She gathered from her time with the boys that Dean was the lady’s man, and was quite ‘experienced’.  It intimidated her slightly and she couldn’t deny that.

“Speaking of hunting - I came across a possible case last night,” Samantha’s thoughts were pulled back into the conversation as Sam spoke. “I saw a big headline online about a few girls that went missing.  Apparently they found their bodies drained of blood”

“A vampire case?” Samantha guessed.

Dean looked at her impressed, “Most likely. Where is this? It better not be over three hundred miles, I’m not in the mood for something far after going all the way to New York.” 

“I’ll do you one better. It’s in Oak Hill, less than 200 miles away.

“Great, so when are we going?” Samantha perked up. The boys looked at her cute, proud smile and they both looked at each other with regret.

Dean grabbed his empty plate, about to put it in the sink. “Sam and I are going,” 

“That’s nice that I’m going with you, Dean” She smirked right back at him and he faltered, realizing what she meant. “You-” He let out a sigh and put his dish in the sink, then came back over to the two of them. He looked between the two of them and ran a hand down his face. “You guys are gonna have to settle on your nicknames.  I’m not gonna go crazy figuring out who’s who”

“Uh,” Sam let out a breath, amused, “I don’t think you’ll remember Dean. You call me Sam and Sammy all the time.”

Dean rolled his eyes and threw his head back. He looked at the young girl and pointed at her, “Girl-Sam,” then pointed at his brother, “Sam.”

Samantha chuckled and put her dish in the sink too.  “So girl-Sam has to sit at home then?”

“Yes. I’ll get you settled and familiar with the rest of the bunker,” Dean grabbed her forearm and guided her out of the kitchen without another word like a child, “Come on, girl-Sam.” Sam laughed at his brother’s gruffness.  He knew he was going to enjoy confusing him with another Sam in the bunker.

“This is the gun range, of course you won’t be using it anytime soon, but when you do - this is where it is” Dean leaned over and showed her where the targets were. “You stand here, the target is down there, and you try to hit a bulls-eye” He patted her back firmly and she jolted at the sudden strong contact, “O-oh. It’s kinda creepy down here, and dark.” She looked at the window and the goggles and headphones in the sling under it. “How do you guys get over there to get all the bullet casings and reset the targets?”

“There’s a door on the far side that opens to the other side, but, no need to show you that,” he grinned, folding his hands behind his back, “Next room”

She rolled her eyes and started walking. “You know I’m not a baby, Dean. I am an adult.”

“Oh just barely, princess. How old are you again?”

“I’m 22. Aren’t you like 30 or something?”

He scoffed, “Yeah I wish. Thanks for flattering me, I’m 37″

She blinked, “Oh, well you certainly don’t look it” 

“Well maybe the secret to looking younger is dying a hundred times and coming back to life,” he smiled sarcastically and scoffed, “Sam and I have gone through so much crazy shit.”

“I know…you told me about some of it already…and I’m sorry by the way, for…all the hardships you two have gone through,” She looked up at him with remorse in her eyes, “I can’t begin to imagine all the torment you’ve suffered from what you told me.”

Dean’s brows furrowed slightly. He tried brushing it off like it was no big deal. “It’s alright, but this is why I don’t want you to get involved.”

Samantha’s eyes met the floor and she gulped.  Juno’s barking was heard on the way out, followed by Sam’s heavy footsteps.  They passed by the doorway and she saw Juno wag his tail and bark at Sam again, wanting to be chased. She giggled at that, especially when Sam’s laughter was heard echoing down the hall.  Soon, they were both running past the gun range, and out of sight. “God damn,” Dean cracked a smile, “Your dog is gonna put my brother to work.”

“It looks like it,” she smiled and looked past the doorway and down the hall, “Huskies are very hyperactive. They love running around, but they mostly love pulling sleds in the snow”

“Ya know, I’m not a fan of dogs, but I gotta say, props to you for getting a real one. You’re smart to have him for protection.” 

She pushed her hair back behind her ear, “Thanks. I’ve always grown up with huskies.  They’re so beautiful - and like you said, protective, and strong. I love Juno a lot.” She crossed her arms and walked forward, heading into the map room in front of her. Dean sensed her uneasy behavior from a mile away, and chalked it up to her being a new roommate that’s not quite settled or familiar yet.  He didn’t agree with the thought of her hunting, but he didn’t want her to be miserable here. He wanted her to be happy living in the bunker with them.

“The map room serves more as a coffee table. We also use the library, right down there, to do our research.” He pointed in the direction of the mahogany wood desk and the old book shelves.

“It looks really relaxing. I like it,” She smiled and walked over to the library. She went over to the desk, and ran her fingertips over the surface. The wood was polished and certainly wasn’t cheap.  Her curiosity perked up as she went to pull out a random book from the shelf.

Dean touched the back of his neck with his hand, “I uh- I gotta go talk to Sammy about that case. Is there anything else you need me to point out?”

She thought for a moment and shook her head, “No, I don’t think so. At least not right now. I’ll stay here and read for a bit”

Dean nodded, “Okay. Just holler if you need me.” He left her in the library, where she sat and started to read.  Juno soon found her and wagged his tail happily, and joined her at her side. “Hey boy, I think we’re gunna like it here.”

“But sir, I-”

“To the torture chambers with him” 

“What?! No, no!” *poof* The guards teleported the sorry soul out of the thrown room, as the king had ordered.

That very king, looked over the list in his hand with a drawled sigh.  Over 600 more sentences needed his approval today.

A woman, or demon in a woman’s meat suit, approached the king respectfully. 

“Well I do hope you’ve got some interesting news for me,” King Crowley groaned with a hand over his face, clearly bored of his tedious duties.

“Yes, my Lord. I would like to inform you that we have almost everything we need for the spell you ordered”

“Really now…?” Crowley’s brows raised.

“Yes, we found all but these two items,” She handed him a small list with all of the crossed out ingredients, and the two that were missing.  Upon seeing them, he immediately knew where he could find such items. “Thank you. You are dismissed.” He straightened up, fixed his collar, and rose from his seat. “I think I’ll be visiting a couple of lumberjacks...”

After some time, Samantha decided to go back to her room.  The boys told her they’d go out on a supply run and would be back soon.  With them gone, she took advantage of her time alone and got the rest of her things in order in her new living space.

She grabbed all her toiletries to put them in their proper place in the bathroom.  Once she was completely satisfied, she got undressed to hop in the shower. Tossing her dirty clothes on the floor, she turned the nob to let the warm water pour over her skin. The bathroom filled with steam, and she got to work right away, feeling refreshed. As she scrubbed every inch of her body, the sweet smell of her shampoo and body wash consumed the entire room.  The water fell over her hair and she fingered through it, getting all the knots out. 

With a final rinse, she shut the water, and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around herself. Oh…damn. I should’ve brought some clean clothes in here. She sighed, and picked up her dirty clothes off the floor and exited the bathroom.  She tossed them in a hamper and made her way down the hall, just as she heard her phone ringing.

Crowley stepped into the bunker and looked around him in the main room. 

“Oh Deeean. Saaam,” he sang in singsong. He pursed his lips, looking back and forth. Strange. He felt their presence there earlier. Samantha followed the sound of her phone until it stopped ringing. 

Samantha walked into the library, and she gasped.  As she clutched her towel to her nude body, she stared at the stranger in the room with pure shock. 

“My oh my…” Crowley’s deep voice drawled with a wicked grin, “Didn’t mean to catch you naked, darling.” Crowley’s eyes sauntered over her, taking in the doe eyed beauty, and the sheer look of panic on her delicate face.  Her hair was still wet and matted to the sides of her face. “You must be a lady friend of the boys, am I right?” He grinned and smirked at her, “I guess one of them had to blow off some steam.” Samantha stood there frozen.  She gulped, and felt her fist tighten around her towel, the only thing guarding her vulnerability.  She could barely even register what he was saying to her.  Her delicate voice stammered out, “W-who are you? What are you doing here?” 

“Ah yes, where are my manners?” He snapped back to his senses and shook his head, “The name’s Crowley.” He strode over to her slowly, taking each step with caution.  Her eyes locked on him incredulously, watching his every move.  He stopped when he was a foot away from her, just close enough to analyze her up close. His hand reached for hers, “And to whom do I owe this pleasure?” He rose the back of her hand to his lips. Her body jolted from the unexpected polite gesture. His salt and pepper beard brushed against her skin. It was surprisingly soft. She swallowed and took her hand back “Samantha”

He smiled, “Samantha? Well, you share the same name as Moose. …Have you happened to see him, by chance?”

“Huh..?” Her brows furrowed as she tried to piece this together. She thinks that he knows Dean and Sam, but how could he have gotten in here? “Yeah…I have,” she said timidly, looking up through her lashes, “But- how did you get in here?”

“Demon” He shrugged his shoulders as if it were obvious, only making her feel uneasy inside. “They lowered their defense grid a while back so they could let me in,” He winked.

She took in a shaky breath and stammered, taking a step back, “B-but, how? They told me this place is completely warded off against those things…”

This made Crowley furrow his brows. So she wasn’t some girl either of them picked up at a bar. She clearly knew a little more about them. “How do you know about demons…?”

Before she could answer, Juno’s growl could be heard beside her. It was a threatening growl, and Juno advanced on the suited man and barked at him viciously. She was soon coming to terms of the situation, starting to believe he really was a demon.

“So you do know the boys.” He glanced down at the snarling husky and simply smoothed his hand on his head with ease, looking at him for a moment, and he calmed down instantly, going as far as to lick his hand as well. Samantha’s jaw dropped at the trick.

“What did you do to my dog?” She reached for her pup by his collar and hugged him to her protectively, but when she looked at him, he was perfectly fine and he licked her face.  She looked up at Crowley confused.

“I assured him I meant no harm,” he spoke, “And the same goes for you too. The Winchesters and I are besties.”

“‘Besties,’ huh?” The girl ran her fingers through Juno’s fur for comfort.

Crowley squinted his eyes, and looked her up and down, “I think I can make the assumption that you’re more than just one of their pick ups for the night”

“I’m not either of their- ‘fuck buddies’,” she blushed, feeling embarrassed, “I’m just their friend…”

“So, I see. But a friend of the Winchesters is a friend of mine.”

She looked at him confused. “Oh yeah? And how can I trust you?” Crowley reached in his coat pocket. He fished out a picture of him and Dean and brought it to her attention. Samantha was pleasantly surprised he was telling the truth. Both of them were wearing cowboy hats with big smiles on their faces in a bar. “See, a friend of theirs is a friend of mine.” Samantha looked at the picture and her features softened, and looking at it a second time, she chuckled at the funny shot.

“I need something of theirs and clearly they’re not home,” Crowley explained, “Perhaps you’d be so kind as to help me? It’s important.” His eyes peered at her charmingly.

“Uh…umm…” She licked her lips, all of a sudden realizing how handsome this man really was - dressed in a well-tailored black suit and blue printed tie, his beard was full and the bit of gray in it made him look distinguished. The deviance in his honey colored eyes was something she couldn’t miss. “How about I put on some clothes,” she murmured.

“Don’t feel pressured that you need to, love,” His voice lowered a little, making her curse in her mind, “I’m quite comfortable with you like this”

“W-well I’m not. S-so just stay right there!” She pointed her finger at him like an angry cute little child would. “Hmph…” 

He grinned, bearing his teeth. Even the King of Hell couldn’t deny the admirable tone of her voice coupled with the red in her cheeks. He put his hands up, showing compliance. When her back turned, he took his bottom lip between his teeth, and drank in her curves as she walked away. 

She would’ve sent Juno to watch him, but knowing that he had powers over him, she decided not to. Without another word, she shuffled back to her room as quickly as she could and locked her door. Hurriedly, she dressed herself in a burgundy pullover sweatshirt, black leggings, and put on a pair of black slip-on shoes.

Juno groaned and laid on her bed, wagging his tail slowly and eyeing her. “Juno, I’ll take you out later.”

He talked back to her, softly, and stuffed his nose in the sheets with a final grunt.

She laughed and opened her door, with Juno shooting out of her room like a bullet. “HEY! JUNO!” He ran like crazy, stopping to pounce and look back at her while barking. She giggled and ran after him. Juno sniffed the floor and found Crowley again, and barked at him and sat by his side. Samantha stopped short, seeing Crowley pet Juno as he waited for her. “Fido likes to get things done. Coming?” He said so casually, as if him and the husky were waiting on her.

She nodded. Crowley led her to the lower level, the dungeon as Dean called it, where he figured these items would be.

“Wow…there’s a lot of files down here” Samantha looked around her and noticed a room across the hall filled with files just the same. “What did you need from the boys again?”

“Just some rare herbs, darling. And an old artifact of the Men of Letters. Daddy’s got a little business to take care of…” He murmured the last part to himself, thinking about the enemies he would soon be dealing with later that day. He continued to snoop around, throwing things haphazardly.  Samantha walked into the other room, but didn’t think she could find any herbs in there or any old artifacts.  She looked at the shelves and noticed something weird about the room.  She could see a lot of floor space past the shelves, and it looked like they were hiding something. She tilted her head to the side and pushed them a little. The shelves slid and she pulled them, and they pulled out to the side. “Oh…what the hell?” She walked forward through the gap and saw a table in the middle of the room. There were a few handcuffs attached to the single chair at the table. The single spotlight in the room shining down hinted the true purpose of this hidden room…  “Just imagine what it’d be like being locked up in this godforsaken hole for months on end…” His gravelly voice made her jump as she spun around to face him.  He was inches from her face. “Can’t stretch your legs. No one to entertain you…It wouldn’t be fun. Trust me,” He sneered.

“How would you know? Have you ever been held up like that before?” She asked innocently. 

He bit his lip and looked away, “You could say that…”

She brushed it off and went to look in the other storage room. Before she could walk away, he caught her arm. “How much do you really know about the Winchesters..?”

“Um..I mean they told me about monsters and hunting and stuff. They told me all about their past.”

His eyes narrowed and he cocked his head to the side ever so slightly. “Interesting…” He let go of her arm and followed her close behind. “So you’re the new ‘Winchester recruit’ for the ‘family business’,” he air-quoted, chuckling, “Funny, they aren’t ones to share their hunting lives with innocent people like yourself.” He pursed his lips, curious, “Killed anything yet?”

She fumbled through the contents of another storage room as he spoke, “No, I’m going to be on research duty for a while,” she shrugged sadly and crossed her arms, “But to be fair I’ve only been here two days.” 

“It’s never too early to start,” he smirked, “Ah, there it is,” He picked up a small jar containing the familiar herbs, along with the small artifact on a shelf underneath it, “I knew the boys were hiding these somewhere…”

“Crowley?”

He turned and looked at her, standing before him with uneasiness in her eyes, “Since you’re a friend of their’s...and have probably known them much longer than I have,” she hesitated but met his eyes cautiously, “Have the boys done…bad things?”

He took a moment before answering, “Haven’t we all done bad things?”

“I mean like…evil bad things…killing innocent people and stuff like that”

He stepped towards her, “They haven’t when they were in their right mind, as far as I know. I’m more than sure you’re safe here” He winked, and took a step closer, “But, a word of advice- don’t feel selfish for doing things for your own survival, darling.” Her bangs hovered over her eyes as she peered at him, listening to him carefully.

Crowley’s ears perked up. His eyes glanced to the side, picking up on the sound of the front door of the bunker being opened. Samantha, being human, couldn’t hear, or sense it from this far below. “I’d love to stay and chat, but I’m needed somewhere else,” he said smoothly, distracting her and moving closer. “Thank you for your help, love.” Carefully, he trailed his finger along the side of her face, down to her jaw. “Till next time, darling”

And with that, he vanished in the blink of an eye. How did he...?

The way he disappeared, without even fading from view had her marveled. The boys had told her all about demons - their powers, their abilities - but meeting one herself felt indescribable. Nonetheless, it proved to be an entirely different experience…than what they had described it would be….

Hi everyone!

I realized I had to get a lot of technicalities correct, and review the overall story I have planned. I’ve decided the story will be set in about season 10.

I’ve had a sequence of events lined up in my head forever and I can’t wait to share it with you.

Thanks for reading!

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What A Time - Part 16

MASTERLIST 

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“This is all your fault!”

“My fault!? You’re the one who stormed in and threw everything at her!”

“And you’re the one who chose someone else over her!”

“I was trying to fix my mistakes!”

“No, you were just trying to make yourself feel less shitty about what you did! You don’t deserve her!”

“I know I don’t! You don’t understand how badly I need her in my life!”

“Where were those same thoughts when you fucked another-”

“Hey, you two! Break it up! Swing at each other one more time and I’m kicking you both out!”

You were, once again, in a hospital bed. Tubes were down your throat and wires were hooked onto you all over. When you entered the hospital, they ran even more tests on you. It turns out that the swelling in your brain had come back. Roger was beside himself as watched you lifeless in the hospital bed once more and knowing that, once again, he’s the reason you’re there. Your doctor reassured them both that you were going to be perfectly fine. They were just waiting for you to decide to wake up. If you would remember anything when you wake up, was still a mystery. They weren’t sure what would happen to your memory. Roger didn’t care. He just wanted you to be okay.

He had been at your side for hours upon hours now. He’s sat on a tiny chair as he leans forward on the side of the bed. He’s gently holding your hand and brings it to his mouth to kiss. His eyes are bloodshot and watery from exhaustion and crying. He hated himself for this. For everything he had did to you, especially before your accident. He continues to watch as your chest lightly rises and falls when there’s a light knock on the door. He turns around and watches as Freddie and Mary walk in. They both look terrified as Mary covers her mouth with a gasp. She stares at you with wide eyes as Fred rubs her arm soothingly. Tears stream down her face as she watches her best friend unconscious in front of her. Mary looks to Roger and can see the hurt in his eyes.

“Where’s Max?” asks Fred. “You said he was here.”

Roger looks back to you and to your soft face. He rubs your hand slowly.

“He left not too long ago, thank god.”

Mary walks up to you and looks up and down your fragile body.

“She’s going to be okay?” she whispers.

Roger looks to her and sadly smiles while nodding.

“Doctors said the swelling is gone. For now. Just up to her when she wakes up.”

Freddie walks close and stands next to Roger. He pats him on his shoulder and squeezes.

“It’s alright, Rog.” he says.

Roger squeezes his eyes closed and shakes his head fast.

“It’s not alright, Fred. It’s not. I did this.” he says, looking up to him and referring to your current state.

“We all did this.” says Mary quietly, making the boys look to her.

She’s weeping as she stares down at you.

“We helped you hide everything. We did this too.”

“Mary, no,” starts Roger as he stands up. “You did nothing. I did this the moment I walked away from her. You were still there when I wasn’t.”

She sobs out and shakes her head at him.

“No, Rog! I’m just as guilty. I lied to her too. The one person I promise I would protect, I didn’t. I’m just as guilty. We all are.” she says sternly, her face going serious.

Everyone gets quiet as they think about what she had just said. She was right tho. They might not have done all the damage, but they helped it. If Mary or Fred had just told you the truth, none of this would have happened.

“Should’ve never have helped you with any of this.” she says looking down at you and grazing her hand over yours.

“I’m so sorry.” she whispers to you as she chokes back tears.

Mary turns around, begins walking towards the door as Fred pats Rog on his shoulder and follows her. Just as she’s about to walk out, you moan. Everyone’s heads fly to you as your hand twitches. Roger rushes to your side and watches you closely, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Did she-” goes to ask Fred.

Roger nods his head fast and looks back to them.

“She’s waking up! Get a nurse!”

Mary nods and runs out of the room fast, in search of a nurse. The two boys all stand around you as your head turns to the side and you groan out once more.

“Y/n,” whispers Rog, tears running down his face. “I’m right here, it’s okay.”

Seconds pass by when a nurse and your doctor rush into the room and straight to you. The nurse checks the wires and your vitals on the machines that are surrounding you. The doctor checks you all over and writes something down on his clipboard.

“I’m gonna have to ask you all to give us some space for a while, okay?” says the nurse looking at the three of them.

Roger shakes his head and takes a step towards you.

“Sir, please step out of the roo-”

“Rog,” says the doctor softly, knowing what he’s going through. “I promise I’ll keep you updated. Just hang out in the waiting room, okay? We’ll take care of her.”

Roger closes his eyes, exhales and slowly nods. He walks out of the room, but not before turning to look at you once more. Mary reaches forward and grabs Roger’s hand, gently squeezing it. He turns to look at her and she smiles as she continues walking down the hall and into the waiting room.

“She’s trying to wake up. That’s such a good sign.” says Fred, pouring two cups of coffee and handing Roger one.

He sips on the hot drink and smiles to him, his eyes red and glossy.

“Do you think she’ll remember?” he asks.

Mary and Fred look at each other and then to Roger.

“They said they weren’t sure what would happen. Just have to have hope.” says Mary.

Roger half laughs and slumps down in a chair. He leans forward and shakes his head, bringing the drink up to his mouth before he speaks.

“I haven’t had that in a long time.”

***

Hours had passed since they all had been thrown out of your room. Roger had continuously walked up to the front desk and asked over and over about your status. They keep explaining that they don’t have any news, but when they do, they will let him know. Roger kept pacing back and forth in the waiting room, anxiously thinking about everything that would possibly happen when you wake up.

“She’ll hate me.” he says out loud.

Mary and Fred are sat next to each other as she leans her head on his shoulder. They both shake their head at him and sigh.

“No she won’t, Rog.” says Fred.

“I don’t think that girl could ever hate you.” murmurs Mary. “We don’t know if she’ll remember or not anyways.”

Roger stops walking and rubs his face with his hands.

“All I know is if she does remember everything, she’s going to hate me even more than she already did.” he groans.

“You got that right.”

All three of them turn their heads and watch as Max enters the waiting room. He has a smug, serious look on his face and a bouquet of flowers in his right hand.  Roger tenses his jaw as he’s about to say something, but is stopped when two other people enter.

“I’m so sorry we’re late!” says Brian as he walks past Max and straight to Roger.

John walks behind him and eyes Max suspiciously. They can feel the tension in the room.

“I’m just happy you’re here.” says Rog as he hugs the both of them.

“Who’s this?” asks John, looking back at Max.

“A good friend of y/n’s.” says Max, smirking to them.

“Hardly a friend. More of an acquaintance.” says Roger.

Max raises a brow and half laughs.

“Isn’t it bad when a so called acquaintance treats her better than a long time boyfriend?” he mocks.

Roger takes a step forward to Max, but is quickly stopped by Brian. He places his hand on Rogers chest and pushes him back. Roger’s eyes are glued to Max’s as Max just smirks to him, knowing he hit a nerve.

“Roger.” says Mary sternly.

“Not here, mate. Y/n wouldn’t want that.” says Bri calmly.

Roger exhales, nods his head and turns around from Max, not able to look at him. He runs a hand through his hair and can’t stop thinking about you.

“Have they said anything about her yet?” asks John as he munches on a bag of crisps from the vending machine.

“N-” starts Roger, but is interrupted.

“No. Nothing yet, but when they have any info, they’ll let us know.” says Max fast.

“Why are you even here?” asks Roger upset.

Max looks to him and his face grows dark.

“I could ask you the same bloody thing. You’re not helping her any at all. When she wakes up, she’s going to either remember you as her cheating boyfriend or remember you as the cheating stranger that lied to her. You have nothing here. She’s gonna despise you no matter what. Stop hurting her!”

“Enough!” shouts Fred, looking to Max. “I’m so sick and tired of you two arguing. And if you tell him once more to leave, I’ll personally have you escorted out. Do you hear me?”

Max exhales and nods as he rolls his eyes. He knows the status of Fred and believes him. Max turns around and walks to a seat all the way to the far corner of the room. Roger is still stood there, staring off into space. Everything Max had said was one hundred percent correct. No matter what, you’ll hate him. He wasn't good enough for you and he knows that. He keeps hurting you and it’s as if he can’t stop. He didn’t want to hurt you anymore, but it was like his curse. You deserve someone much better and as much as he hates it, that someone might be Max.

Everyone is quiet as they all, besides Max, watch Roger as he continues to stand there in a daze. Mary is about to call out to him just as the large double doors open up and your doctor walks out.

“Roger?” he asks, making him spin around fast.

The doctor slowly smiles and nods his head.

“We removed all of her tubes and she’s breathing on her own.” he says, watching them all.

They’re all staring at him and waiting for the words they have been longing to hear.

“She’s waking up.”

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Party of Four {5} (b.h)

A/N: AAAH. Sorry it took me so long to write. This is far from perfect but I’m satisfied with the result I think. Sorry if anythings not quite accurate. Any how. Enjoy! Like Comment Reblog.

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Pairing: Ben x Reader Summary: Morning sickness and doctor appointment.  Warnings: sickness Words: 839

Late July 2016

Anything and everything was making you nauseous and you couldn’t keep anything down. You knew you had to eat and drink, you had a growing child inside of you. But anything you placed inside your stomach, ended up in the bottom of the toilet bowl hours later. It was getting to the point where it was hard to find the energy to get up. When you arose from your perch you almost instantaneously get hit with a wave of dizziness and needed to sit back down. It was making you miserable.

Ben was due home any minute now. The project he was working on was finally over with and he was planning on spending some time at home with you before jet setting off to the next destination.

You don’t remember when Ben arrived home, it was early in the morning. You were fast asleep, but it was a nice feeling to wake up in the strong arms of the man you love so dearly. It was also a feeling that only lasted until you caught a whiff of him and the smell had your stomach churn.

“Crap.” You scrambled to get out of bed and to the bathroom that was attached to the master suite. You barely made it to the toilet before emptying whatever was in your stomach which was nothing. It  didn’t stop there though, once the contents of your stomach were gone you started dry heaving. Which left your throat with a horrible burning sensation.

“Hey.” Ben shortly followed you into the bathroom, once he figured out what was happening. He grabbed the glass by the sink and filled it with water. He sat down on the ground next you leaning against the bathtub, murmuring soft words to you. He knew there wasn’t much he could do, since this was more of a natural thing.

“Get rid of your shirt.” You greeted him by wrinkling your nose at him. It smelled of smoke and his cologne. Something you always enjoy, but now was making you sick. Ben nodded taking off the cursed item and throwing it to the outside world.

“How often are you getting sick like that?” He proceeded to had you the glass he had prepared for you. You took small sips of it, not really wanting it, but knowing it would help in the long run.

“It’s never ending. And most of the time I’m not hungry and water is repulsive.” You shrug, it was a hopefully minor side effect of something you willingly signed up for. 

“Maybe we should talk to the doc about this at the appointment next week. Maybe there’s something more going on.” Your husband suggested looking at you.

“We can mention it. I guess.” You shrug forcing yourself to take a small sip of the of water. It did nothing and made you want to regurgitate again. But nothing came out. “I doubt it’s anything Ben. It’s just morning sickness. It’s normal.”

Mid August 2016

A week and a half later you had your second appointment with Dr. McPadden. She was a nice older lady with dark hair and a sweet voice. She had been your doctor when you were younger and now you trusted her with the care of your unborn little one.

“So how are the Jones’ doing today?” Dr. McPadden entered the room that was adorned with poster about babies and little kids. She looked over your charts, studying them. “Doing good?” She asked when there wasn’t a response.

You and Ben look at each other contemplating what to say. The morning sickness you were experiencing over the past couple of weeks only had intensified and you were starting to think you were losing weight.

“No. Not really.” You take a deep breath and start to explain what has been going on with getting sick multiple times a day, and other things. Ben moved to grab a hold of your hand as a single tear ran down your face.

“Let’s take a look at things.” The doctor nodded in acknowledgement of what you were telling her. “I’m going to be doing a couple of test to rule things out. And we’ll go from there.”

“Alright, I think I’ve got everything we’ll need for the tests.” Dr. McPadden noted, handing the samples to a nurse. “We’re going to do the ultrasound now. The tech is going to be taking over for now. I’ll in a couple of days with the results of the tests and we’ll make a plan.” She bid you adu for now as she walked out the door.

The ultrasound was going well. The gel was a bit cool, but what like what you had always pictured from movies and shows. Which was nice.

“This is the heartbeat for baby A.” The tech pointed to a dot of the screen. You look at Ben frowning. Baby A? He shared your expression. “And here is baby B.” The lady made note of the looks on our face, coming a realization. “Congratulations. Looks like you’re having twins.”

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