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stuckinmono · 3 years

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Swimming in Your Taste

The corners of his lips seem to tug upward. “I said,” his breath warm against your ear, “you smell like coconuts.” If your brain wasn’t so fuzzy you would have retorted that of course he knows what you smell like, he’s always sniffing your neck every time he’s fucking you.

º hoseok x female reader

º genre: smut | fwb | roommates | one shot |

º words: 3.1k

º includes: summer sex, unprotected sex, coconut oil as lube, sex on bathroom floor, fingering, , grinding, oral sex (f receiving), cum inside (always practice safe sex ppl), oblivious reader

º note: summer + hormones = this fic. Hope you enjoy reading this!

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Whoever gave the idea that summer is all fun and fresh vibes is just plain stupid.

The only thing summer is giving you is sweat. Lots and lots of sweat. And you stink now, too.

Therefore even when you wish you didn’t have to move at all you know that it’s time to hit the shower for the second time today. And it’s only noon.

Moisturizing after a good shower is actually your favorite part. It’s like the proper ritual of cleansing. You apply some oil onto your palms and caress it all over your body. Every skin is covered. It feels like you’re actually taking care of yourself. It’s nice.

The mirror is just above the shelf containing the essential stuff, and when you stand in front of it, you see your entire body clad in absolutely nothing. It’s not a magazine perfect picture, definitely not the smooth and spotless skin of the people in porn, but it’s okay, you suppose. You have curves but they’re like minimal. Your skin isn’t fair all over, and you have some marks littered over your skin. But honestly, overall, you’re o-kay.

Standing in front of the mirror, you’re seeing the sight of your hairless vagina right in front of you. Honestly, private parts are weird. You really don’t get the hype.

“Are you seriously staring at your pussy right now?”

And suddenly you’re not alone. You whip your head to see Hoseok at the door. “Oh my god, you startled me, Hoseok, what the hell. What are you even doing here?”

“Looking for something of mine. Also this is my bathroom too.”

You shoot him a weird look. “But I’m still here.” He moves his hands in a fuzzy gesture as if to say meh. Fine, then. You fuck once and then some and apparently privacy isn’t a thing anymore. Whatever, Hoseok is still a nice roommate anyway, and also you don’t really care much.

“What are you doing?”

“Moisturizing.”

The shelf is a bit of a mess, but the bottle of coconut oil stands at the bottom. The bottle is huge, and the oil has a lot of uses. It’s very convenient. Trying to moisturize the part down there isn’t very convenient, however, because you have to spread your legs a bit and bend down to really cover the area.

“Can I?” His voice startles you because why is he still there, and also, he’s looking at you in a funny way. He looks at you and you feel stripped beyond mere nakedness. And your chest is starting to do that thing again, that thing it does every time he looks at you like this.

You shrug your shoulders to say it’s okay. It’s actually a weird question, one you’ve heard from him way too many times already. Can I? Yeah, sure, whatever you want. You don’t actually say that, though. You simply stand there, waiting. He’s getting closer, and it’s getting hard to think properly. You watch him move through the mirror. He stands behind you, and reaches for the bottle of oil you always use.

You feel the heat of his body through all the clothes he’s wearing. He’s fully clothed, and he presses against your naked body. It’s also getting a bit harder to breathe.

His movements are slow. His hands glisten as he rubs the oil between his palms and on his fingers. A moment passes where he pause to hold your gaze, and now you just want to curl inward. As if on cue, his other hand grabs hold of your shoulder and one of his feet nudge your legs to spread farther. He leans down and you automatically shut your eyes close.

“Coconuts.” You feel his breath on your neck, his hand lightly crawling up your thigh, and you shiver, barely registering that he said something.

“Huh?” you mumble intelligently.

You would have responded properly. “It’s the-“ It’s the oil, you would have said.

Except Hoseok chose that moment to cup your pussy, and you can feel the warmth of his fingers against your sensitive skin. What you would’ve said turns into a sharp gasp. Apparently your reaction is funny to him because you hear him chuckle behind you.

“The oil, huh. The one I’m using on you right now?” he asks. You say yeah, though it sounds more like a needy whimper.

“Cute. Then, would I taste coconuts if I fuck you with my tongue?”

Your eyes squeeze shut at his voice and his words and your hand fly out to move his. Please start moving because you really need it. Hoseok probably knows this, how you’re starting to slip and become needy. Every time his hands touch you like this, it becomes so easy for you to simply remain under his hold, still and pliant as you melt under his touch.

Then he starts doing two things at once: with his free hand he slaps your hands away, and he rubs his two fingers back and forth your damp pussy. The pleasure makes your knees melt, as you feel the heat from deep within your core. You feel your pussy steadily getting wet with Hoseok’s fingers. Your wetness makes it easier for him to slide between your folds until he finally sinks a finger inside your soft and slick folds.

He thrusts his finger inside and out slowly, hand coming up to press you against his chest. Which was what you really needed because any moment soon as he keeps on touching you like that you’re going to crumble.

“O-oh.” Your breath stutters, and you grip Hoseok’s arm tightly. He’s so good with his hands that when he holds you like that you feel boneless with his touch. He knows just where and how to touch you, knows all you sweet spots from head to toe, kisses you so good it’s like he has a map of you memorized.

His hand goes up to your chest, squeezing your chest lightly. He goes to cup you breast, thumb and forefinger playing around with your taut nipples. You moan from the action, and jerk from the feeling of his finger alternating its motions from thrusting into you and sliding along your folds, occasionally hitting your sensitive clit. You feel his breath on your neck, light kisses treading down from your nape to your shoulder.

“Hoseok,” you whimper. You want more, need more. His fingers languidly explore you from deep inside, touching your walls just right. But you really need more. “Hoseok,” you call out to him again, and he responds with a kiss on your cheek. You turn to meet him and he’s instantly there, lips on you, and it’s both fast and sensual, heated and slow. You can’t help but go crazy from the way he moves with you.

“Baby,” you look at him, and you see the way his pupils are blown from the lust charging between the two of you. Eyes still on you, he brings his fingers that’s soaked with your wetness and nudges your lips open with it. “Suck.” You feel shivers from Hoseok’s commanding voice. You do your best to lick his fingers, suck every part, all without breaking eye contact with him. You can tell he’s just as heavily affected with the way he breathes heavily while looking at you, his fingers snug in your wet and warm mouth.

You let his fingers fall from your mouth, and he turns you around to face him fully. His arms embrace you tightly as you let out a deep exhale. “’Seok?”

He hums as his arms hold you tighter and he moves to kiss your forehead gently. As he nuzzles your neck to drink in more of you, you call his name again. “Hoseok.”

“yeah, baby?”

“Need more. Need you.”

You pepper kisses on his clavicle, kissing the skin that you can access, sucking the skin right below his jawline. You feel the vibrations from his chest as he moans from what you’re doing to him. Your hands move around him, from the small of his back down to his ass, gripping him to meet your core. “Mhm, baby.” Hoseok makes a sound between a moan and a growl, making you more desperate for him.

“Need you, ‘Seok, need now.” You’re practically grinding against him now, doing what you can to feel him, and you know he needs it too, feeling his hardness against you, and you can’t wait to feel it deep inside you.

You feel hands on your shoulders holding you tight. “Hands on the countertop. Hold on to it for me.” His breath is warm on your ear, and you feel him leave a soft kiss on your ear as he lets you go.

You’re quick to follow his instructions. You are impatient for him, after all. So is he, evidently, because not a second later and he’s immediately there behind you, covering your body with his. But this time you noticed that he’s already removed his shirt, his chest now directly touching your back. Skin on heated skin. He’s quick to hold you, a touch of madness in the way he roams his hands around your chest, your waist, all the way to your thighs.

Hoseok seems to have changed his mind as he twirls you around and spreads your legs. Your heart pounds when you see him kneeling, and his eyes concentrated on your pussy. Without a thought, your hands move down to your center, fingers sliding down your folds. “Oh, god, fuck,” he growls when your fingers spread your folds in front of him, opening up your pussy just for him. He removes one of his hands on your thighs in favor of gripping his clothed cock, feeling the need for relief.

You need it just as badly. You put a finger inside, sighing as you feel relief when you stretch your walls. It feels good, but what makes it amazing is the way Hoseok’s eyes are fixed on you with wild lust in his gaze. “’Seok,” you can’t help but whimper his name, and he’s quick to respond.

“Baby. How does it feel, huh? Feels good?”

“So good, mmm. Wish it were your fingers, ‘Seok, you’re so good with your fingers, always make me feel so good, mmhm.”

“Mmm, I can tell how much your pussy loves it. Always soaking wet for me, always so good. Want a taste, baby, gimme a taste.”

Gingerly, you bring your hand to his mouth, and he opens wide for you, and immediately tastes you from your fingers. All the while he keeps on rubbing his cock. He’s so hard it’s starting to hurt. Hoseok loves it though, loves the pain and the pleasure, basks in the feeling of seeing you lost in your own pleasure, goes crazy at the feeling of your nails digging into his skin as you cry out his name. He loves making you feel good, loves your sounds of pleasure. Hoseok feels like a man on a mission when he’s holding your body, that mission being to touch, to kiss, to worship every sweet spot on your skin and inside you. And damn, what a reward it is to see you come into completion over and over again.

He goes back to hold your thighs apart, spreading them just so he can dive into his favorite taste. The reaction is immediate: your moans of pleasure quickly rings in his ears and your hands come to grip his hair, and he loves the burn in his scalp. High for your taste, he digs his tongue deeper, relishing for more. He looks up to see you, and what a sight. Face red, eyes drooping, and mouth open as you pant heavily. He licks every part, every patch of wetness. Fucks you harder with his tongue, going in deeper. He grips your thighs harder and with his thumbs he opens you up so he can have more.

“So good, tastes so good, baby.”

“Hoseok,” you cry out. There are practically tears flowing down your cheeks as you feel his tongue fuck you so good. If he’s this good with his tongue, then he’s a god with his body.

You push him off, dropping down to your knees in front of him. Swiftly, he takes you into his lap, and with a mad rush he holds your cheeks but gently, and he kisses you ferociously once again.

As you grip his shoulders tightly, you move your hips back and forth against his lap, and you both moan. It’s a flurry of sensations: his hand gripping your waist as you grind on his lap, his other hand holding the back of your head as his tongue licks into your mouth, plays with your own tongue, and his mouth claims your own.

You decide you’ve had enough and break away for him, needing to hold his hard cock. Frantically, you grip the waistband of his sweats, and with clumsy coordination, Hoseok moves to bring down his pants only enough to free his cock. It slaps against his stomach, and your eager hands wrap around it, thumb rubbing his slit to spread his precum all over his cock.

Hoseok pulls you closer to him, his hand squeezing your ass and you hover above his cock.

Finally, you sink down on him.

“Mmmmmhm, Hoseok, ‘Seok,” you’re both moaning as his entire length is fully sheathed inside you, deeper and deeper.

“Baby, c’mon, ride for me, baby.”

You can’t respond anymore. As you grind on his cock and start bouncing, only the sounds of your pussy hitting his lap and your whining sounds can be heard. You’re desperately chasing the feeling of your orgasm and the Hoseok’s cum deep in you.

“That’s it, babe, c’mon, keep going,” his hands hold your hips steady, his own thrusting up sharply to meet you.

“’Seok, mmmhmm I want, need—please please,”

With the way you’re bouncing frantically it’s almost as if your life depends on it.

“I know, baby, hold on,” With one hand caressing your hair and the other hugging you tight, Hoseok takes charge of your body and drives his cock hard into you, pistoning up and down, and your mind goes crazy from the motions.

“Aaah!” His change in the angle of his thrusts has you screaming, hands holding on tight to his shoulders. “Yes yes yes hnngg, ‘Seok,”

The sound of your gasp is cut off by his mouth on you. It’s messy, with the two of you frantically moving, but it’s perfect.

Your mind is clouded with haze, and you feel Hoseok consuming you, all over you, and in the depths of you.

You’re close, and he can feel it. He fucks you harder and holds you tighter. He rubs his thumb quickly on your hardened clit, making you squeal.

One forceful thrust from Hoseok in you and you scream from the orgasm that hits you like a freight train, shooting you up into the sky. His hand never leaves your pussy, still rubbing quick circles, until you’re gushing onto his stomach.

You probably blacked out from your orgasm, and you come to just in time to hear Hoseok’s drawn out moan and feel his cum shoot into your deepest parts. The feeling of his cum makes you feel relief. He slumps towards you, his forehead touching yours, eyes still closed.

He smiles when he feels you press butterfly kisses on his cheeks and nose.

“You okay?”

“Mmm.”

“Wanna clean up?”

“Wanna hug.”

Hoseok chuckles, moving his hands across your back and sides, knowing how much you like the contact, before pulling you closer.

But the good feels from the high of the orgasm has already worn down by now, and you’re already sober enough to register just how hot everything is. Not like, sexy hot. It’s actually hot as fuck.

“Oh God,” you move away from the sweet confines that is Hoseok’s arms and lap in favor of standing up because there is sweat everywhere and God, you need another shower!

“What’s wrong?” You look at Hoseok and see the triangle forming on his lips again as he looks up at you with concern?

“It’s your dick, Hoseok.”

“What the fuck? What’s wrong with my dick?”

“Nothing baby, but it made me sweat so hard and it’s the middle of the cursed summer.”

His face immediately morphs into a teasing one, his eyebrows waggling at you.

“That good, huh?”

“Oh, shut up, you. I gotta shower again because of you.”

“Well, if you weren’t staring at your pussy earlier—“

“I wasn’t staring! I was just inspecting.”

“Who the fuck inspects their pussy with that intense look on their face? Do all girls do that?”

“As if boys don’t whip out their dicks and check how long they are. Don’t tell me I’m wrong.”

“Mmm, I won’t if you let me shower with you,” his arms try to circle around you, maneuvering you towards the shower.

Whatever you were going to retort gets interrupted by your own giggles when Hoseok tickles your neck with his kisses.

“Hoseok! Hey, I don’t want to slip. Stop kissing me, why are you so obsessed with me?” your voice is full of jest, poking fun at Hoseok, but all of a sudden he stops, and you feel him slowly move away from you.

You’re confused by his silence. It’s kind of disorienting when Hoseok becomes silent like this.

“Hoseok?”

He says nothing, only strips the rest of his clothes off. He looks at you for a moment and reaches the shower knob behind you. The water falls like rain, and the two of you face each other. Hoseok grabs the soap you use. Coconut scent. He rubs it on your skin, and as always, his touch is firm but gentle. The rest of the shower go like that. Quiet, gentle touches of your hands on each other’s skin.

When you’ve finished cleaning up, he takes one of the towels and wraps it around you.

He smiles at you, pinches your cheeks before he dries himself off.

You finally leave to get dressed, but not before looking at him. You’re not sure what happened, why Hoseok went quiet all of a sudden, but you hope it’s just temporary. It’s probably weird but your moods seem to flow with Hoseok’s moods. But anyway, maybe your plan to buy him his favorite takeout from his favorite chicken store will make him feel better.

Hoseok is left alone in the showers, where it is rife with the scent of you. He basks in it, almost like he is swimming in you, just for a while longer.

Coconuts. His favorite scent. Every single time.

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witcher-and-his-bard-archive · 3 years

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When It Pulls Me Under (Will You Make Me Stronger?)

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written for the Monster March prompt list

From the moment he sees the notice, Geralt is horrified. The description of the man is far too familiar, the details piercing through the thick protective walls he's been building around himself.

There is a group of men gathered around the signboard, picking up flyers and huddling around one in particular. A contract on a man possessed. It sounds like an old wive’s tale and most of the men are surely there to pick up an easy coin on what they think is a drunk roaming the town. Geralt knows better.

Demonic possession isn't common, but he's seen it before. He's fought them and sent them back to the otherworld they come from. Only this time, the man they describe, the one thought to be possessed, is Jaskier. Geralt is certain of it.

It's been months since they've seen each other, but the way they parted, Jaskier's whole demeanour, his expression- if he truly felt the way he looked on the top of that mountain, the way he felt, he'd be much more susceptible to possession.

And it's Geralt's fault.

He shoves through the crowd, grabbing the notice from a gruff-looking man with a black beard. A few of them shout and shove, but when they look up at him, all fall silent. One or two slink away, knowing they're no match for a Witcher, especially in this field, but most of them watch him in stunned silence. They reek of fear, and for once Geralt is glad for it. He doesn't want anyone getting involved and mucking this up. It's been a long time since their parting on the mountain and he can only hope the demon hasn't taken hold of Jaskier completely.

It's rare that Geralt has full faith in any notice or request for a Witcher, but as he folds the paper and tucks it into his jerkin, he's certain.

The request says to speak to the local blacksmith, so that's where Geralt heads first. He doesn't know what to expect, nor is he particularly looking forward to what he'll find, but he needs to know. Jaskier was- is important to him and if he can help in any way, he'll be happy to. Demons can and will eventually take over their host body, leaving the host all but dead, unable to move and think for themself, and Geralt would rather let the thing possess him than let that happen to Jaskier.

The blacksmith says exactly what Geralt was expecting; a foppish, well-dressed man with a bright smile. He'd killed four already in town, and there were rumours of cases in surrounding towns and villages as well. All people betrayed. Like Jaskier was betrayed by him.

He spends the remainder of the day gathering any information he can from the locals and rents a room at the inn. It's more for Jaskier once he's finished than it is for himself, but it gives him someone to keep his things when he's not needing them. And it gives him an excuse for a warm meal and an ale - not that he thinks he deserves either.

Because all of this is his fault. Four people are dead, likely more, and Jaskier risks losing his own life if he's not quick enough - all because Geralt fucked up so many months ago.

He never wanted to push Jaskier away. If anything, after losing Yen, he wanted to bring him closer, hold him closer, know that someone at least was still there for him. But everyone leaves eventually - Yen had only proven that - so why not make it sooner rather than later. Why fall further in love only to have him ripped away later anyway, if not by choice, then by the brutal mortality of a human.

He shakes his head, looks down at his stew, but he's not hungry any longer. Pushing the bowl aside, Geralt empties his mug and rises from the table. He has to get started or he'll lose his mind lingering here, even if there's not much to go off yet. He'll just have to wait.

The last murder took place just at the back of the grain farm, so Geralt sets himself up there, waiting. It's late before there's any sign of anything, and when he does show up, Geralt smells him before he sees him. He stinks of fear and betrayal and loathing and Geralt wants to run so he doesn't have to see the pain on his pace, so he doesn't have to face what he's done. But he knows better now. Jaskier deserves better. And he has a job to do. More people will die if he doesn't take care of this now.

Luckily (or not) Jaskier spots him too, sauntering over like he doesn't have a care in the world. Only Geralt can tell immediately that it's not Jaskier. The movements are too fluid for a human body, the way he holds himself just slightly off.

The demon approaches knowing full well who Geralt is, what he's there for, and it steps right up to him, the smug smirk on its face a mockery.

"Well, Witcher," it says in Jaskier's voice, "didn't expect to see me, did you?"

"You're not him," Geralt says calmly, keeping his voice as steady as he can manage. "You reek of your own plane, I'd know you weren't him in an instant"

"Oh, but I am," it purrs, "your bard is in here... somewhere, but he's sleeping. It's all me now."

Geralt grits his teeth. He knows that isn't true. His medallion trembles against his chest and he can smell the scent of ozone and sulphur but, he knows Jaskier is still in there. He's fought against demons who have completely consumed their host and they aren't like this.

"Get out of him," he warns, knowing full well there's nothing he can do. He needs to bring Jaskier to the surface, needs Jaskier to be the one to push the demon from his body. Any harm Geralt can do risks harm to Jaskier as well.

"I don't think I will," it shrugs. "I like this body. Everyone likes this body. It's so easy to get close to them, to lull them into a sense of security and then-"

"Enough!" Geralt growls, "I know what you've been doing with his body! I'm here to put an end to it."

"Mmm, sure you are. And how do you intend to do that without harming your poor, precious bard?"

He doesn't know. The last time they saw each other, Geralt was furious and Jaskier was... if he had to put a word to it, he'd say he was devastated. The last person he'll want to see is Geralt and without time to find someone he will react to... Geralt doesn't break eye contact. He has to try something.

It's a long shot, even for him, but he mumbles the beginning notes from memory; he's heard them often enough to know the whole damn song by heart. If anything could bring Jaskier back, it's his music.

But he hums a little and there's no response. Again, and there's no response. So he thinks back to a night he spent at a tavern, to a bright-eyed bard with curly blonde hair. She had announced the song as belonging to Jaskier, but Geralt didn't recognize it, but it was emotional. And he understood at once who it was intended for. Clearing his throat, he tries out the words,

"The fairer sex, they often call it-"

The demon laughs and mocks him, but Geralt doesn't relent, singing as much as he can recall from that night. And when he runs out of words, his chest aches and he moves instinctively, reaching out to grab Jaskier's shoulder.

"I'm sorry," he whispers and the body under his hand jolts. It's so brief he would miss it were he human, but it happens, and when he looks up, there's clarity behind those blue eyes, recognition.

"Jaskier!" he exclaims and Jaskier's whole demeanour shifts.

"Geralt?" he asks, groggy, confused.

"Yes! Yes, it's me. Jaskier, are you-" there's a gurgling groan and Jaskier stiffens again.

"I don't think so," the demon's voice comes, taunting and sharp. "You had a chance. You left him, right? Your choice. So he's mine now." There's a choking sound and a growl that could rival that of a wolf and Jaskier's limbs loosen again.

Geralt reaches for him immediately and Jaskier slumps forward into his arms, panting.

"'S hard to fight," he mumbles and Geralt tugs him forward, helps him straighten up.

"How did you do that?" Geralt huffs, meeting Jaskier's eyes again as they stand up straight.

"Heard you," he offers a small smile, "knew you must have come to help. Geralt, I didn't mean to- I didn't want this-"

"I know. Jaskier, I know. It took advantage, it's my fault."

"No, I should have known better than to think you'd-"

Geralt doesn't think before winding his arms around him and pulling Jaskier into a warm embrace. He holds him close and presses his nose into Jaskier's neck.

"Not your fault," he mumbles. "I never wanted you to think you were unwanted, that I didn't care-"

"Geralt," Jaskier says, pulling back out of his arms, "what are you saying?"

Unthinking, Geralt leans forward, catching Jaskier's lips in a desperate kiss. His mouth tastes of sulphur and ash, but he pushes past that, feeling Jaskier soft and real under his hands. He's human, Geralt reminds himself, this can be expelled. And even as Jaskier pulls back again, a look of shock on his face, he seems brighter, his skin a little less pale.

"Geralt," he whispers, "what-" Geralt tips forward, their noses bumping together in the proximity.

"Can you hold it?" he asks. "You broke free from its hold, can you keep that control?"

"It's hard."

"I need you to try," Geralt breathes, shutting his eyes. "I can't help you, Jaskier, you need to expel it yourself."

"How?" he asks, panicky.

"Hold on to something. It was able to take hold because you were weak, right? Because of what I said?

"Geralt-"

"You need to be strong, find something and hold onto that, show it that it has no place in your body any longer. What helped you break free the first time?"

Jaskier suddenly goes very quiet, ducks his head so he's not looking at Geralt.

"I heard your voice," he admits, "and I've been hoping, gods Geralt, I've been so desperate to see you again, to make sure you're okay that nothing has finally-" he cuts himself off and Geralt nods quietly. He understands.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers, "hold on to me, then. Focus on me, on my hands, on my voice." He kisses him again and Jaskier lets out a soft sound, wrapping his arms around Geralt's neck and holding him close.

He kisses him like he's dying for it and Geralt thinks grimly that it's an apt comparison. But he'll take it. He'll do anything to get this thing out of Jaskier, to have Jaskier back at his side like he used to be. To maybe be given a chance for what he really wants.

He puts all of his energy into kissing Jaskier, running his hands over his body, proving to him that he cares, that he's here now even if he hasn't been. That he's coming back to take him away from this darkness. His hands slip under Jaskier's doublet, tangling in the soft linen of his shirt and he clings to him.

Jaskier makes a soft sound and presses forward fitting against him like that's where he belongs and Geralt wants so badly to believe that he does. That all of this can be fixed, after all. Fingers slip into his hair, tugging lightly and Geralt can't help the little groan that escapes him, but it only seems to push Jaskier on.

Jaskier draws back, nipping at Geralt's lip and when he pulls back completely, he's panting, his cheeks flushed and bright with colour.

"How do you feel?" Geralt asks and Jaskier tips forward, brushing his lips against Geralt's neck.

"Good. Stronger than I have in months. Geralt, I have a thought. What if... if you're what I need to fight it off what if you- if we-"

"Anything," Geralt hums, "anything to get it out of you."

Jaskier leans in, pressing his lips to the shell of Geralt's ear. "Fuck me," he whispers and Geralt nearly stumbles at the request.

"Jask-"

"I need you," he whispers, "Geralt, I want you. I've always wanted you and you- you can give me that now and I'll never bother you again, but please."

"Okay," Geralt huffs, "okay, but not because I need to. Jaskier, I... want you, too. That's why I'm here, now."

"Say it again," Jaskier whispers.

"I want you."

"Mmm. Again."

"Jaskier," Geralt repeats, slipping his hands down to the small of his back and tugging him forward, "I love you. I want you. I will do anything to get you free of this thing." He lifts him off his feet and there's no hesitation. It feels like Jaskier's body would appear to anyone else that he's alone in it now, but Geralt knows better. He knows Jaskier can't keep this up forever, that the bond between them is the only thing keeping the demon at bay.

Geralt finds a spot near the treeline and kneels down in a patch of clover. He tugs his cloak off and lays it out as well as he can, spreading it out with one hand before laying Jaskier down on it. It feels somewhat like handling a bomb, afraid that one wrong move could shift Jaskier's control and he could lose him again. Geralt may be what he's clinging to to pull himself back, but he's also the reason Jaskier was so low in the first place. He thinks, briefly, that it's a good thing his emotional stability is not what's keeping Jaskier safe or they'd be fucked.

Jaskier settles himself and reaches up for him, fingers slipping around his neck and Geralt moves over him, dropping onto his elbows. He noses at Jaskier's neck, kissing behind his head and down to the crook of his shoulder, gently lifting his shirt and doublet out of the way as they interfere. His heart is pounding and he's never felt so out of his depth with Jaskier before, but he can't fuck this up. If he fucks this up-

Soft hands come to settle on his face and he's aware of Jaskier's voice, but it's foggy, like a dream. Geralt's body moves as though on its own, working open the clasps on Jaskier's doublet and lifting the shirt up over his head. He runs his fingers through dark chest hair, stopping over a freshly healed scar. It snaps the last of his focus and Geralt curls his hand into a fist, pressed firmly over Jaskier's head.

He doesn't realize he's trembling until Jaskier pushes him up, rolls him onto his side.

"Hey," he breathes, and Geralt's eyes snap up to his. "Hey, it's just me. It's... quiet right now, thanks to you." Jaskier climbs onto him, straddling his thighs, and for a split second, Geralt is terrified he's fucked up, that the demon is in control and this is Jaskier's revenge on him.

But his medallion only lightly shakes against his chest and Jaskier's touch is soft and reassuring. So Geralt steadies himself, allows Jaskier to undress him and tries to focus on the touch of him. But he should be doing more, he should be- He doesn't realize he's speaking out loud until Jaskier interrupts him with a pointed kiss that lingers longer, Geralt suspects, than intended.

"You don't have to do anything," Jaskier breathes against him, "it, er- it's actually better being able to touch you. I- well, Geralt you must know that I've wanted you."

"Yeah..." he replies slowly, "Jaskier, I-

"Shh," Jaskier hums, "if you really think this will help, let's just get rid of this thing first."

Jaskier reaches down with one hand, easily pulling Geralt's trousers open and slipping a hand inside, wrapping around his cock. It feels good and he's thought about this more times than he can remember, but he can't settle, and even Jaskier's hand around him, fingers slipping up the length of him, fails to get him hard. He squirms and bucks, trying to get his body to cooperate, to no avail.

He feels the shift when it happens, like a shudder in the air and he knows Jaskier is slipping. His medallion shakes and Geralt pulls Jaskier's hand from his cock, settling his hands on his sides.

"It's not your fault," he whispers, "it's not you."

"Geralt, you don't have to-"

"I know. I want to, I just- I don't know what's wrong."

"You're in your head," Jaskier says simply, "you're always so... locked up up there. Maybe we shouldn't."

Geralt shuts his eyes and pulls Jaskier against him. Jaskier settles and Geralt pushes one hand up his spine, curling around the back of his neck. The other moves down, following the same line toward his lower back to cup his ass. He pushes Jaskier's hips forward and there's a soft little groan against his neck and he can feel the press of Jaskier's cock, hard against Geralt's hip.

"I still want you," Geralt whispers. The words feel stilted on his tongue, but there isn't time for him to worry about how he sounds or what Jaskier thinks of him because he's not the one at risk here. He reaches into the pouch on his thigh, fumbling with the bottles until he finds the one he's looking for.

There's not a lot of oil left, but it's the only one he has that he would risk putting on Jaskier's skin. Tentatively, he pushes Jaskier's trousers down, slipping his fingers between his cheeks. Jaskier's breath catches and Geralt can hear the thudding of his heartbeat, smell the scent of arousal drifting between them, but he's so worried about fucking this up. Jaskier's life could be in danger if the demon gets hold again.

"Okay?" he asks and Jaskier hums his confirmation into his neck, nosing under his jaw. Geralt hurriedly uncorks the bottle, and slicks his fingers, pushing back again and Jaskier shudders as they brush over his hole. Even Geralt shudders at the touch and he presses forward eagerly.

Jaskier opens for him easily, allowing two fingers inside him quickly. He fumbles to get his trousers undone, letting his cock slip free and peek out, rubbing against Geralt's skin. Pre-come eases the way as he rocks his hips in time with Geralt's fingers and Geralt's cock stirs.

Jaskier shifts, lifting himself to push back onto Geralt's fingers and then settling again so his cock sits alongside Geralt's. His hips twitch hard as Geralt's fingers brush his prostate and Geralt groans at the sensation. He readjusts his own position, shifting his torso so he can press deeper, bumping against his prostate with every thrust.

He keeps a steady pace going, one hand remaining on Jaskier's neck to brace him, even as Jaskier slumps against him, rutting mindlessly and nipping at his neck. He looks beautiful like this, feels incredible, and Geralt should be able to muster more than a twinge of arousal, but all he feels is scared.

Scared that this won't work, that he's taking advantage, that once this is done - if it is successful - Jaskier won't want anything to do with him again. He uses that emotion to push through, fucking into him until Jaskier's thighs shake around him and then, with a quick thrust, Jaskier's coming.

He shakes and shudders, hips jerking erratically and Geralt holds him with one hand, fucking him through it with the other. He's aware of Jaskier whispering in his ear, but he's too focused on the medallion, now shaking violently against his chest.

Then, just as abruptly as it started, it stops and Jaskier slumps.

Geralt holds his breath, withdrawing his hand and wrapping both arms around Jaskier's shoulders. He listens for a pulse, for the sound of breath and for a moment, there's nothing. Geralt shuts his eyes. He doesn't believe in any gods, nor destiny, but he pleads to them now, not to let Jaskier be taken from him, not for his words, not for his mistakes.

Just when Geralt thinks he's lost him, Jaskier inhales sharply against his neck, gives a soft grunt of protest and shifts to get comfortable. He doesn't wake and Geralt doesn't let him go, clinging tightly to him.

Jaskier doesn't wake until late that evening. They're back at the inn and Geralt's had a bath drawn and food brought up for them both, but he hasn't been able to eat. He'd cleaned them both up in the field, dressed Jaskier as well as he could manage and brought him back here. Since then, he's been pacing the room. For hours. When Jaskier stirs, Geralt nearly jumps out of his skin. He's at the bedside in an instant, on his knees next to him.

"Geralt?" Jaskier asks, confused. He's still a little woozy and Geralt doesn't know how much he'll wind up remembering.

"I'm here."

"How did I-" he eyelids flutter a little, "Geralt, did we-"

"Shh, relax. I'll tell you everything after you have a bath and something to eat." He reaches out, resting a hand on Jaskier's chest and Jaskier's hand comes up to cover it, slipping his fingers between Geralt's. His eyes fall shut again.

"You didn't get to come," he mumbles and Geralt huffs a laugh despite himself.

"It doesn't matter," Geralt breathes, leaning in and tentatively laying his head on Jaskier's stomach. "You're okay and that's all that matters." Jaskier's free hand curls around to push his fingers through Geralt's hair and he sighs softly.

"Later then," Jaskier says, "you can join me in the bath and I'll make you come."

#geraskier #demonic possession #monster march #spicy #nsft #rex writes

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whythinktoomuch · 3 years

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ii. a change of scene

(pt i)

Bundled up in a fleece-lined flannel, a beanie pulled down past her eyebrows, and a hand-knitted scarf, Kara ventures out into a cold that she hasn’t had to endure ever since moving to National City all those years ago. And yet, here she is:

hugging herself and shivering,

breath visible in the brisk autumn air,

being jerked about by a very insistent dog who seems to know where he’s going,

and in Midvale, of all places to be!

To say Kara’s somewhat taken aback by her current predicament would be the understatement of the year—maybe even decade, though it’s only been half that since she’s last seen Siobhan, which of course was at Siobhan’s wedding, and a wedding that Kara had attended with Andrea on her arm no less.

And yet—and again—here Kara is. Somehow.

Kara’s watching Krypto watch a colorful cascade of crunchy leaves when she notices a familiar flash of dark hair and a phone that shouldn’t be out whilst one is crossing the street. Her feet are already bounding forward.

“Hey,” she barks out, and Lena turns around with a bright smile that only brightens with Kara’s approach.

“Oh, hey, you,” she says. “How—”

“What the hell did you do to me?” Kara demands.

“—‘s it going...” One corner of Lena’s smile curves up in clear amusement. “Well. And a very good morning to you too.”

But Kara’s frustrated—again, an understatement—so Lena very cheekily and helpfully reminds her of what they’d discussed the night before, all that talk about hypotheticals and squandered potential, and such. To which, Kara promptly reminds Lena about how they were just talking, and she was perfectly fine with how everything was going actually, and could Lena just please take her back to National City already?

“... Are you sure?” Lena asks.

“Yes!”

“Things aren’t the same over there, you know.”

“Okay! Just do it!”

Lena pockets her phone with a nonchalant hum and murmurs just under her breath, “Hm... bossy.”

“What?”

“I said, ‘give me your hand.’”

Kara scoffs. “No, you didn’t.” But Lena is just smirking at her, hands outstretched and waiting, so Kara has no choice but to slap her hands on top.

In a flash, Kara’s out of the cold and right outside her apartment, which shouldn’t be possible, but she’s never been one to study gift horses up-close and personally. Except...

“Why’d you bring Krypto?” Kara asks, incredulous, holding up the leash still wrapped around her hand.

Lena narrows her eyes. “... You brought him.”

Though plenty exasperated already, Kara has to move on with a sigh, because she just doesn’t have time for this right now. She’s already got enough on her plate as it is, what with having to explain to her beloved fiancée why she hadn’t come home last night, even though she did.

Kara pats down her flannel and jeans for her keys, and comes up empty. She goes to re-check her back pockets, and her hand brushes past the worn carabiner that Siobhan had clipped to her belt loop this morning, right before delivering a very much unexpected smack to her ass.

“Where are my keys?”

Lena, who’s now kneeling by Krypto to scratch behind his ears, frowns up at her. “They’re in your hand.”

Kara lets go of the carabiner, cheeks burning red hot, and protests just as hotly, “These aren’t mine.”

“Then why are they on your pants?”

Sighing again, Kara just raps her knuckles against the door, dismissing the keys as yet another thing for her to explain to Andrea. Though all thoughts of begging for understanding and forgiveness disappear when the door finally opens and Kara ends up face to face with the last person Andrea had dated before settling on her.

Russell smiles very politely. “Yes, can I help you?”

“What... are you doing here?”

Russell then starts frowning very politely. “... I’m sorry?”

But before Kara can say anything else, a tiny boy who couldn’t be more than three or four launches himself out the door, screaming Puppy! and swiftly wrapping his entire body around a very receptive Krypto.

“Honey, no, we don’t go touching random animals after bath time!” Andrea calls out, immediately on scene to sweep the child into her arms. She shoots Kara a withering stare. “You’re not allowed to have pets here.”

“I know that,” Kara says, almost sputtering. “I live here too!”

Andrea spares a cursory once-over for Kara’s attire before pursing her lips, clearly in disbelief.

By then, Kara’s caught on enough to know that she doesn’t belong here anymore. “... Sorry, wrong door,” she quickly mumbles before taking off. She’s already outside in the cold that’s not quite cold enough to warrant her flannel when she remembers that Lena is still there.

“All right, take me back,” Kara says.

“Gonna need your hand again,” Lena says, and Kara rolls her eyes and shoves her hand into Lena’s, and they’re back in Midvale.

“It’s temporary, you know,” Lena finally says, when Kara stews in a mopey silence for a beat too long. “Just a teensy little taste of what your life could have been if you’d stayed here.”

“Well, how long will I be here then?”

“Hm... how does two days sound?”

“Two days?” Kara gasps out, indignant.

“You know what? Just for that, I’m making it five days.”

“Five whole days?”

“A week then.”

“You can’t—” But Kara cuts herself off, clapping her hands over her mouth when Lena just raises an eyebrow in challenge.

Lena walks up to Kara, smirk mildly annoying and annoyingly attractive, fingers nimble as she buttons Kara’s flannel up to her chin. “I’d usually prefer the top two or three buttons undone on women as handsome as you. But it’s cold here, and you,”—she taps the tip of Kara’s nose with a gentle finger—“my dear, are taken, so. Go on. Time for you to get home.”

Kara stumbles back a few steps, tugging on her collar, suddenly warm all over, and Lena’s gone, lingering smile and all.

Kara gets started on the long trek home, with Krypto thankfully leading the way. She’s still wondering how she’ll ever make it an entire week in such a topsy-turvy world when a loud honk! grabs her attention. A blue beat-up pick-up truck comes to a stop beside her and the window rolls down to reveal a very familiar broad grin.

“Got you good, didn’t I?” Alex says, snorting. “Well, that’s what you get for not paying atten—hey, come on, get off me, weirdo!”

Kara can’t remember the last time she’s seen her sister, let alone got to hug her (though this is definitely the first time that she’s done so through a car window). It’s just been too long, much longer than it ever should have been in the first place.

Alex eventually shoos Kara off, insisting that she’s already running late for work, but Kara’s burst of happy tears must have been contagious because Alex’s eyes are just a bit shiny as well.

“You’re so weird,” Alex complains, rubbing at her eyes. “Just... hurry up and get your weird little ass home before your girlfriend sends out a search party.”

Kara laughs, then hiccoughs slightly. “Right. My girlfriend...”

Alex rolls her eyes. “Sorry, fiancée. Happy? Kelly and I are coming over for dinner tonight, by the way.” And Kara’s just so excited at the prospect of seeing her sister again so soon that she forgets to ask who Kelly even is. “So, I’ll see you then, all right? Bye, dumbass. Love you.”

When Kara finally gets home, her chest is still positively bursting with such pure joy that nothing could bring her down. Not even Siobhan shoving her toward the bathroom, demanding that she take a shower because apparently she stinks like a dog or something.

“Would have joined you,” Siobhan says, all casual as she’s applying her eyeliner. “But some-body had to take their sweet ass time.”

“Sorry...?” Kara waits for Siobhan to leave the bathroom so she could undress before realizing that it’s not going to happen because, oh yeah, they’re dating—no—engaged.

“Whatever. Just a little something to look forward to for tonight, I guess.”

Kara blinks. “... Showering?”

Siobhan flashes Kara a tiny smirk. “You’re cute,” she says simply, stopping to give a gentle pinch, then a gentle kiss to Kara’s right cheek, the same way she’d always done between classes at Midvale High. “Have a nice day, babe, okay?”

Siobhan fixes her lipstick one last time and blows Kara a kiss as she leaves, and well... perhaps spending a week here wouldn’t be such a terrible experience, after all.

#turns out there's going to be four parts; not three; sorry #my words.

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julieloveupstead · 3 years

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"-Are you jealous?

- Me, not at all." - Jay Undercover part 3, Upstead 8x15

Description: How will Hailey react to the fact that Jay will have to go subbing at the club? Hailey is not one for jealous women, but is she really?

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- Do you really have to go there? - I tried to sound natural and understand Voight's decision to divide the task during today's action even though it didn't seem dangerous or very complicated, but I still don't like it. Aside from the fact that Darrell son of Deputy Superintendent Samatha Miller appears out of nowhere with information about one of the dealers and is now our CI, which messes up his paperwork, it's Jay who's doing the black work as usual.

- To this club? - Jay sat down on my desk as usual, I leaned against the chair I was sitting on to see him more clearly and nodded. We were alone in the room, as Kim was probably in the locker room, Adam and Kevin downstairs with our newly CI, and Voight disappeared somewhere right after we discussed the details, so we were free to chat. - Well, you know, there's no compulsion, but you know, with Miller on the case, I don't think it's right to say no, and besides, it's going to be quick, and then we can go somewhere to eat. - He smiled as he usually does and that made my knees soften, like probably all women. And it's this thought that I can't get over, because after all Jay Halstead will be alone in this club with no cover except for Adam and Kevin who will be sitting in the van but that doesn't change anything because still Jay will be alone with so many women who I'm sure will be very scantily dressed. Damn.

- Yeah you're right - I said and got up. I went to the breakroom to make myself a coffee or whatever to make these stupid visions popping up in my head disappear. To be honest, I've never felt as piritic as I do now.

- Hailey, are you okay? - Jay stood behind me as I started making coffee for both of us.

- Yes - I replied without even looking at him. It's not that I'm angry or anything I just feel too many emotions at once and as usual I prefer to stay in my bubble alone and besides it's ridiculous that I feel jealous, I've never been jealous of any of my former boyfriends and then Jay Alexander Halstead appears and everything in her life changes by 180%. Feelings awaken in her which she didn't even know existed or which I feel more intensely than before I met this detective.

- Honey, I can see - he touched my shoulder gently, at which I closed my eyes. It still surprises me how my body reacts to even the slightest touch from him, this is another thing that hasn't happened before.

- Nothing, just," I sighed. I didn't know how to put into words what was swirling around in my head. After all, if Jay finds out that I'm jealous, he won't leave me alone and he'll remind me of it at every opportunity, and besides, my pride doesn't allow me to say it out loud.

- Hailey, I don't want to pressure you and if you don't want to tell me now okey, but I want you to know that I will always be there to listen to you even if it's bullshit to you because it won't be that way to me. - he said in a calm, tender voice. He put his arms around my back so that I could rest my back against his chest.

- I don't want you to go there, I know I am selfish, but I don't give a damn. - I said all in one breath and bit my lip nervously waiting for my boyfriend's reaction.

- Why? - he asked, and in his voice I didn't find any mocking, ridicule, just pure curiosity.

- First of all - I turned around and moved a little bit to look at him better. - This whole affair stinks to me from a distance, secondly, you are still doing the black job for everybody, I know that you are the highest rank (except for me, of course) - at the last comment we both laughed - and don't you think that going to a night club is not a little demanding for such a good policeman - I said in a relatively neutral voice. I saw Jay biting his lip and trying to remain serious, but there were funny flares sparking in his eyes. I knew he wouldn't take me seriously. I shouldn't say anything.

- Hey wait, give me a chance to say something, please - seeing my hand and wanting to leave he grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers together. - First of all you are right, there is something wrong in this case, but it is worth checking, especially that it is about Miller's son, and secondly as for me doing the black job, well no one solves cases as well and reliably as I do the wonderful, excellent, handsome and eloquent detective - he winked at me at the last comment, which made me laugh. And the fact, nobody is as good as him, you have to admit he is right about that. - And thirdly, can you imagine Adam walking into that club? Because I don't - right I can already see Adam burning his cover because some girl has recognised him, or something will upset him quickly or he's had too much to drink. That's how Adam totally fits in. - And Kevin is already upset that we have to use badges to help his son higher up anyway. You know how touchy Kev is about this - that's right too. I understand Kev and I respect him a lot for his views and he is one of my best friends apart from Jay of course, Kev is the closest to me out of the whole team and I hope there is a promotion for him in the near future because he deserves it very much. - And fourthly I know you too well Honey to guess that's not the main reason, am I right? - Jay raised one eyebrow and tilted his head with a small smile, knowing he was right. Damn, he saw through me, on the other hand it doesn't surprise me too much. He knows me too well, he can read me like an open book. Sometimes just one look and he knows what ails me, what's wrong with me and vice versa. We know each other like horses and maybe that is why we are such good partners at work and in private life. Neither of us has to make an effort to understand the other, which for me is a great help, because sometimes I find it very difficult to find the words and courage to confess something to him.

- Well," I began, releasing my hand and immediately felt a chill, but I ran it over my face to gather the right words. - What I mean is ... - I started talking nervously. I don't know why I'm nervous to tell Jay that I'm jealous, after all it is Jay. He won't laugh at me or say anything negative, so why can't I tell the truth? Well yes because your pride won't allow it I thought. And that you think it's childish, that you're jealous and the past has shown that nothing good comes out of jealousy.

- Hey, honey, what's going on? It's me after all - he put his hands on my shoulders and sent me a reassuring smile.

- Okay - I took a deep breath. Once a goat's death. - When I think that in this club there will be so many half-naked women who will devour you with their eyes it makes me squirm. I'm sorry, I know it's childish of me and that I shouldn't feel jealous and - Jay's lips sawed into mine interrupting my speech.

- Honey, don't cry - he put his hands on my cheeks and wiped away the tears with his fingers. I didn't even know I was crying and I didn't know why. - First of all it's not childish of you and you have all the right to be jealous because it's an emotion and like any other emotion it's necessary and completely normal. It took me a long time to get to this point, but now I know that the emotions we feel should never be apologised for, ok. - He kissed me on the cheek to cheer me up a bit. - Hailey - he lifted my hand and placed it over his heart - For the four years since you walked into this bank, this has belonged to you and no one else, Angel, and no matter how hard any woman tries or how good she looks she can't match you and how I feel about you. - He squeezed my hand and pulled me to him. It was hard for me to hold back the tears that started running down my cheeks. I don't think I'll ever get used to Jay's words. I still can't believe that he a handsome, wonderful man with such a huge and pure heart chose me a girl with problems who messed up a lot of things, with a lot of demons that she is afraid to fish out and let's not hide with average looks. Jay could have anyone so why me? It's a question that's been swirling around in my head all the time, but I've never dared to ask him and I doubt I ever will. - I love you so much. Hailey you are the best thing that ever happened to me - he pulled away from me so he could look at me. He wiped away my tears again - You are the only person I think about when I get up and when I go to bed and even in my sleep. - He kissed me on the forehead and I cuddled into him. How this man can make me fall in love with him all over again and when I think that it is impossible to love someone more, it turns out that it is possible.

- Okay you can go to that club - I said which made Jay laugh. and also me. - Just be careful, because when you get home there will be a surprise waiting for you - I said pulling away from Jay with a sly smile that foreshadowed the coming night, or day in fact. Jay bent down to kiss me on the lips and looked at me. I could see in his eyes that he was looking forward to the end of today's affair as much as I was.

- Every day when I wake up and look at you I can't believe that life has given me such an unusual and lovely surprise - he whispered against my lips and kissed me again. - Angel how much I love the prospect of kissing you and holding you in my arms unfortunately we have to stop this because it is time for me - he said pulling his lips away from mine.

- I know - I didn't mean to, but I pulled away from my boyfriend. Jay kissed the top of my head one last time and walked towards the door, at which he still stood and turned towards me with a big smile, which I immediately reciprocated.

- By the way, it's sweet that you're jealous.

- I knew you would reproach me for it - I tried to be serious, but the giggle that escaped my lips betrayed me.

- I know you love me anyway - he said also laughing. I shook my head at the idiot who disappeared a moment later. He's right I love him no matter what.

As I watched Jay leave the room I was reminded of a quote I once read:

"Love. Two people meet by chance, and it turns out they've been waiting for each other their whole lives."

I didn't know I would ever say that quote applied to my real life until I met Jay

#upstead #upstead fanfiction #upstead fic #hailey upton #jay halstead #chicago pd 8x15 #undercover jay

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spacedikut · 4 years

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pumpkin party ; spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid (criminal minds) x short f!reader

summary: “hi can i request a spencer x f!reader who’s like short (like 5 ft tall short hehe) w curly hair and uh they do like cute fall stuff together like pumpkin picking and halloween and baking and leaves and stuff ??? sorry if that isn’t specific enough i love ur writing ur amazing okay gn” 1502 words

a/n: here’s a kinda short terrible thing about pumpkin picking and carving w spencer because honestly nothing sounds better

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As sweet as the gesture is, you can’t help but stare incredulously at Spencer when he offers you his coat.

“Are you…serious?” You ask, eyebrow raised.

“Of course. Only for a few minutes, until you warm up a little. Actually, men are colder than women; temperature responds to changing hormone levels, so women’s body temperatures vary depending on the phase of their menstrual cycle.”

“Please don’t talk about my menstrual cycle when we’re at a pumpkin patch.”

“Right. Sorry.” He giggles, “But a man’s body temperature is often hotter near his-“

“Don’t! There are children!” You hiss, but can’t resist laughing along. You two are the only adults at the pumpkin patch without little ones running around, but neither of you seem to mind.

“Here,” He says again, “Take it.”

“Spence,” You sigh, “That jacket is gonna basically be on the floor if I put it on. I don’t want to ruin it.”

“How is-“ He starts, confused, before he realises you’re referencing your stark height different, “Oh. Yeah. Then I can’t help you.”

You should’ve known it was bound to get chilly at the nearest farm. Spencer asked if you were sure you didn’t want to bring a jacket, and you said of course, and now look at you. You’re surprised he hasn’t said, “Told you so!” yet.

“I did say-“

There it is.

You tug on his hand, interlocking your fingers as you start walking, “Let’s just pick our pumpkins and get out of here. I’m too excited about our new carving tools to wait.”

He happily follows along, both of you commenting on pumpkins and their appearances as you walk around – who knew Spencer could be so judgemental? – before one of you finds one you deem good enough.

You find yours first - ugly, slightly deformed, but that’s how you like them. It’s shaped more like a typical squash, elongated and thicker at the bottom, slimmer at the top. You love it.

Spencer usually likes the ugly pumpkins, too, so you’re surprised when he picks a near-perfect one from the bunch.

“I need another one.” He mumbles, set on his mission. He wanders around a little more, perfectly round bright orange pumpkin in hand, eyes dancing around the patch. “Another one…”

You tenderly grasp your squash-like pumpkin and wait patiently, watching him roll the second pumpkin he likes up his leg, to his hip, so he can heave it into his arms.

He only looks like he’s struggling a little.

“I can take one, if you want,” You offer, but he vigorously shakes his head.

“I got it, I got it.”

You watch him wobble towards you, clearly suffering with the weight in his hands, and can’t help but offer again. “Let me, Spence,”

He beams at you excitedly, “Love, really, I’m okay. Let’s go.”

He waddles by and you follow him to the front, keeping a close eye on him because you’re concerned he’ll drop to his knees. “We both know I got the muscle and you got the height.”

“I’m a very strong man. I can handle two pumpkins.”

You decide not to argue back, even when he lets out an obscene groan as he loudly dumps the pumpkins onto the cash register.

Not even when you hear him whisper an encouraging, “I’m a very strong man.” To himself before heaving the pumpkins back into his arms.

Or when he falls asleep in the car ride home.

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The tradition you and Spencer have, even before you started dating, is you wouldn’t tell eachother your ideas until the big reveal after carving. Spencer holds this tradition very dear to his heart, so when you start questioning him about his plans that involve two pumpkins, he is rightly offended.

“Why can’t you just tell me?” You laugh, lightly nudging his side as he lays all the tools out onto the table.

“Because!” His lips quirk up, stifling a chuckle, “You know, over one-point-five billion pounds of pumpkin are produced each year in the U.S.”

“Actually, I have a pumpkin fact for you.”

You’re grinning at him, a blinding smile that makes Spencer feel mushy inside. You look genuinely enthused, pure eagerness on your face as you bounce on your toes when you tell him that, for once, you have a fact for him.

He knows it won’t be new information to him, but he loves you so he’ll listen and pretend it’s his first time hearing it.

He loves you.

Holy hell, does he love you.

“Did you know…” You trail off, all dramatic and suspenseful and making Spencer go heart eyed, “The original jack-o’-lanterns were made with turnips and potatoes by the Irish.”

Yes. He does know that.

He raises an eyebrow.

“So you’re making a jack-o’-lantern?”

You guffaw. How did he-

“My guess is you were looking for pumpkin carving ideas, probably on Pinterest, and ended up looking at jack-o’-lantern ideas and stumbled upon some facts.”

Smugly, he hands you a carving tool while you stare at him, mouth agape.

“I’m taking that as a yes.”

“You suck.”

Quietly, he says, “You love me.”

And as you both get to work, you can’t help but think yes, I do.

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Spencer works at record-breaking speed. His first is done (and harshly discarded, you note) within thirty minutes, then he moves eagerly onto the next.

Even though the element of surprise is ruined, you work meticulously – you won’t let your literal hours of research (and practice doodles in your notebook) go to waste. Your tongue peeks out of your mouth, brows tensing and easing sporadically. Your whole apartment stinks of pumpkin, the innards of them building quite the mountain between you and Spencer.

Good thing you like the smell of it, you suppose.

“You nearly done?” Spencer asks, stretching after over an hour of being hunched over the table.

You purse your lips, “Yeah, I think so. What about you?”

He bites his lip when your attention is directed to him. There’s an anxiousness to him, beyond his normal jitters, and you wonder what he’s done. Will you have to have a serious conversation after this? Is he breaking up with you? Is he dumping you through a goddamn pumpkin?

“You go first.” He tells you.

“I assume I don’t have a choice?”

“Nope. Show me the jack-o’-lantern!”

You playfully groan, dejectedly spinning the pumpkin until it faces Spencer. He reacts with excitement, a pleased grin on his face as his eyes momentarily widen and his eyebrows shoot up. It’s a cute reaction. He’s cute.

“That’s incredible, Y/N!” He says, leaning in to look closer at the cuts and design. “We have to put it outside.”

“You think so?” You bashfully fiddle with the stalk at the top.

“Yeah! It’ll match mine!”

Spencer spins his first pumpkin, then, and it’s another jack-o’-lantern like yours but a different facial expression. You love it, reacting in a similar way to how Spencer did to yours – joy on your face as you exclaim a, “Whoa!” when you look at it.

“I think we’re spending too much time together,” Spencer jokes, “I was planning to do a jack-o’-lantern, too.”

“Great minds think alike.” You smile, and his heart flutters. “Now, the other one! Is it another-“

You move to turn the second pumpkin yourself, but Spencer’s hands stop you.

“Wait-“ He calls, removing your hands from his work. You look at him in confusion. “If you hate it, let’s just pretend it never happened, okay?”

“What?”

“Just- okay?”

You nod. After a deep breath, Spencer turns his second pumpkin until it’s directly in front of you. He gives you some seconds to take it in, read what’s written on it and process.

You take too long to process and Spencer starts panicking.

“Like I said-“

“Do you mean it?” You look at him, and there’s tears in your eyes, “Really?”

You look back to the pumpkin with ‘I ♡ U’ carved messily in it. Somehow, though just two letters and one symbol, you can tell it’s distinctly Spencer’s scrawny writing and it’s perfect.

It’s the first time he’s ever said he loves you. And it’s kind of weird, to do it through a pumpkin, but it’s so Spencer and God you love him too.

“Yeah,” He says, quietly, “Yeah, I do. I love you, Y/N.”

You jump out of your chair, straight into his lap, his arms immediately wrapping tightly around your waist. Your hands find themselves in his hair, tugging his lips to yours and kissing him with reckless abandon.

He giggles happily against your lips. It’s the best feeling in the world.

When you pull back, his hands flex on your thighs as you beam at eachother. Everything feels perfect.

“I love you too, you know,” You whisper, blushing.

He brings you in again, pressing feverish kisses on your lips, repeating the same sentence over and over, I love you I love you I love you I love you.

You repeat it back every time. And you always will.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #mine #u know when an idea in your head seems really good? and then u write it..

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Making Christmas happen for Sam and Dean

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This is supposed to be like a really nice Christmas with both Winchester; however, Sam is your boyfriend, so there are more moments with him, but there is some platonic Dean. Lots of Fluff and some laughs. Hope you enjoy.

You had been planning to do something for Sam and Dean for a while now. You’d only known them for about 3 years and been dating Sam for some of that time, so you knew they were good people and thought they deserved some kind of normalcy. Since the last time you came in contact with Sam, you’d put a tracker on him to know where he was. While yes, it was a little stalkery. With the job he had, you just liked knowing where he was at the very least. Plus, the tracker would come in handy as you knew simply asking them to come wouldn't fly. Thus, it was four days before Christmas Eve, and you called up Sam. You made sure to call when he was close enough to drive back to your place.

“Y/N?” He asked.

“Hiya, Sam. Whatcha up to?”

“Looking for a case.”

“Any luck?” You crossed your fingers he hasn't found anything.

“Not yet.”

“So, how are you?”

“Good. You?”

“A bit tense these days…”

“Tense?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you going to elaborate or…”

“I think I might have a job for you.”

“You d-Dean give me the-” Suddenly, Sam is cut off, and Dean’s voice comes from the screen, and he says, “Y/N, How the heck are ya?”

“I’m good. You?”

“I was good.”

“Was?”

“Yeah. Like a good brother, I went to get us some food early in the morning. I came back to see Sam under the covers moving his arm in an odd movement-” You could hear Sam call Dean’s names alarmed. “If you catch my drift on what happened-” You laughed out and answered, “I do.” You hear clatter around, Sam says, “Give me my phone back!” with a little out of breath Dean telling you, “I blame you!” You hear a loud crashing noise in the back before a huffing Sam was on the phone again says, “Do not believe a word he said. He’s messing with me.”

“I’m just gonna say I believe you.” You tease.

“No. Don’t do that, believe me.” You giggle a little and respond, “Whatever. Back to the matter at hand. There’s some weird stuff going on in my apartment complex.”

“Sounds serious.” He clears his throat. You swore you could predict him sitting down at the moment. “I need details.”

“Alright. You know I live in a house with my roommates, but they’ve all gone to their hometowns since the holidays are coming up. I’m by myself, and I get this weight down feeling...I don’t know…” You were feeling a bit bad worrying him like this, but you knew it would be worth it. “Flickering light?”

“Yeah. Uh...I’ve been getting weird marks on me and have no idea where they came from.” This was true, but you also knew it wasn’t supernatural.

“Bruises?”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

“How scared are you?”

“Enough to want you to come…”

“I guess you got lucky. It sounds like an easy salt and burn. Call me if anything happens. Do you know the drill?”

“I know salt and iron.”

“Of course you do, why did I ask.”

“So, you’ll come?” He chuckles and answers, “Yeah. We should be there in a few days. We might even get there on the holiday. Is that okay?”

“Completely. I miss you.”

“I miss you too. It’d be nice to see your face.”

“Mine? Come on, yours is the main event.”

“You-” Sam stops speaking, and you hear Dean make gagging noises. Sam ignores it, and he says, “Even over the phone, you’re making me blush!” You can hear Dean says, “Alright. I’m leaving the room!” You both laugh at the instance, and he says, “You’ve got some real sorcery on you. Making me blush and making Dean leave, wow.” You giggle in response. “I can’t wait to see you laugh and smile again.”

“Who's making who blush here?” You felt your cheek heat up at the thought of his happy face on. Your alarm goes off to signal for you to go to work. “I’ve got to head to work. I appreciate you coming.”

“Of course, I’d come for you.”

“Thanks again.”

“I’ll see you when I see you.”

“See you soon.”

Christmas Eve, it was about five in the evening. You could see the impala park out front. You quickly headed toward the door. You opened before they got the chance to ring the doorbell. You look at them with a bright expression. Immediately, you say, “Aw. You guys got here real quick. Guess I matter more than I thought.” You teased. As there was no danger, Dean sped up to hug you. However, Sam’s expression remained blank. Not sure of the reason, you tried to get an answer by asking, “Why does it seem like your brother is more happy to see me than you, my whole boyfriend?” Sam begins to respond, “Well-” before Dean interrupts to say, “We really rushed here. I need to hit the can.” with a smile. You let out a small laugh and told him, “Upstairs. The first door on the right.” You open up your arms for Sam. In return he just gives you a puzzled look along with the statement, “This was all a lie.”

“Guess you're still smart. Glad we established that. Now, come on! My arms are getting tired waiting for you to fill them.“ You moved your arms up and down dramatically.

“I was worried-”

“You’re always worried. What’s new?” He went red, but he walked forward and pulled you into a hug. “Happy Christmas Eve.” You say softly.

“This is just wow.” You hear one of your phone alarms go off. You remove yourself from Sam and race over to the kitchen to take something out of the oven. “This is a lot of food.”

“Good thing I’m not eating it all by myself.” He smiles softly and looks around at the attempt of decoration you have set up. The tree being the highlight as it had dazzling lights, ornament, and various beautifully wrapped gifts. Even though the kitchen was hot and heated as is, his heart was a lot hotter for you from the whole gesture. Dean came back down. He sits on one of the kitchen counters and says, “You lied, and I am all for it.” You laugh and smile. Then you laugh out even more as you realize where he’s sitting and ask him, “Dean, did you happen to see what you sat on?” Dean looks down and begins to speak, “Whada-you talkin-” He plants his feet back on the ground. He turns his back toward Sam and you. You see lots of flour over his now white ass. Dean arches his neck and back to see and says, “Shoot..” Sam burst out laughing. He even points to annoy Dean even more.

“Why don’t you go change or shower too? I wasn't expecting you guys to get here so quick. We’ve got time to eat.” Suddenly, Dean pulls you close to his side by putting a hand on your shoulder, “Sam, never let this one go. Best girlfriend you’ve ever had. She’s feeding us. Aw!” Dean rushes upstairs like a kid. You put something else in the oven and check on the turkey. You look over to Sam who hasn't moved.

“Sam, you should go freshen up too.” He walks over and closes the oven. He moves the hair from your face with both hands, and he holds your face. His eyes sparkling at you. He kisses your lips softly. He wiggled his eyebrows at you and said, “Only if you come with.”

“I can't shower with you.”

“Of course you can.” You rub his cheek with your thumb softly and state, “I will not let this food burn because it took forever.”

“When Dean comes back we can get him to watch it”

“Is that because you trust him enough with all of this, or you just really want to be in the shower with me?”

“Fine. I’ll shower.”

“Deserts the only thing to go, so I’ll let Dean handle that much.”

“That’s a job he can do. He won’t let anything happen to it.”

“I need to change, so we’ll see each other then.” He nods softly and asks, “What do I wear?”

“Whatever you want.”

“No one else is coming?”

“Nope.”

“Now that I think about it, why aren’t you with friends or family?”

“I’ve had plenty of Christmases to be with them. I wanted this one for you. I thought about inviting a whole bunch of people, but I didn’t want to put too much pressure on you. As is, I wasn’t even sure how upset you were going to be that I lied to get you here.”

“Pressure on me?” You wrapped arms around his neck. “Yeah. I wanted you and Dean to relax without having to lie about who either of you are. Not lie about what you do or where you come from. This is a normal and nice day for you guys.“ You give him a small kiss before playfully and slightly shoving him. “Go shower. No matter how much I love you, you stink.”

“Fine. Fine.” He lays a kiss on your cheek and races up stairs. After a few minutes, Dean comes down the stairs.

“Need any help?” He asks.

“Perfect timing, Dean. Can you watch the pies?”

“Pies?”

“Yeah.”

“Did I already mention how you're the best girlfriend Sam’s ever had?”

“Eh, who's counting? Just make some marks on the pie you think you can do that?

“Yeah.”

“Then, you leave it in for about 30 minutes. I should be back soon.”

“I will watch this pie like a hawk.”

“There’s beer in the fridge if you-” Dean instantly walks over to the fridge. You head upstairs to your empty room. You quickly change into some clean clothes and shoes, Sam comes out of the bathroom in wearing jeans and an undershirt. “I’m liking this combo.” You joke. You walk over to your mirror to look at how your look was. Suddenly, Sam comes up behind you. His arms go around to your waist. He snuggled and tugged you close. His head side by side to yours as his chin met your shoulder. You had both your hands hold onto his forearms as you just pressed your thumbs back and forth on them. Inaudible, he utters, “I can't believe you did this.” You saw his lips move and asked, ”What?”

“I can't believe you lied to me.” He said. It wasn’t a negative statement, but he said it almost cheerfully.

“It was a good lie. I mean that can exist, right?” Sam lets out a chuckle. He nudges his head closer to your cheek, so his cheek was pressed to yours and responds, “If there were one, it’d be this one.”

”Yay! Point one for me! Am I good or-”

“Amazing.”

“Aww. I should lie to you more often if you're going to call me amazing for it.” He rolls his eyes playfully, and you laugh out a little.

“Have I said thank you yet?”

“No, but-” You reach your hand behind you to rest your hand gently on his cheek and you draw circles with your index finger. “You don't have to.”

“Thank you. Holidays are about being grateful. I’m grateful for you.”

“Such a sweetheart. Right back you, now, get a shirt on, so we can actually start this up.” You try to get out of his grip, but it tightens before relaxing once more.

“Even though there’s Christmas and amazing food downstairs.” He lays a soft kiss on the corner of your lip. He whispers, “You're the main event.” He playfully bites your cheek. You scrunch up a little from the action, but your small giggles leave your lips. As he kisses all over the side of face and moves down to your neck, your giggles become louder and closer together. In between giggles you say, “Alright. I catch your drift!” He stops his kiss and once more states, “I can't believe you did this…You know I can’t really recall too many holidays that were good. I can think of the closest I got to it was this one time on Thanksgiving, and it wasn't even with my family...” You pat his hand comfortingly and assure him, “It can happen.”

“It was at a girlfriend's family dinner. I was so excited to be normal.” He snuggled closer softly against you. “Dean doesn’t know.”

“Well, I hope this can be even just as good for the both of you to remember.”

“You're already off to a good start.” You quickly remove yourself from him.

“Alright we have all the time to be together later. You put on a shirt. I will not let our food get any colder, and I need to check on the pie.” You pecked him on the cheek before heading downstairs. Immediately, Dean’s music hits your ears, and you smile. As you walk into the kitchen, Dean is pulling out both pies from the oven. He gives you a smile as he sees you and says, “Mission accomplished.”

“Thank you. You can go sit down. When Sam gets here, we can finally eat.” You take out the turkey and set it on the table. Dean just smiles and sings along to the music. “Happy?”

“Much...Never had a proper thing like this that I can remember.”

“I hope this burns into your brain, then. You should have at least the one.”

“You know this is just really great. I know Sam will love it if he doesn't already.” Sam comes down the stairs and they all sit down. You stand up to carve the turkey, but Sam stops you and states, “You cooked, let me cut the turkey and ham and set your plate.”

“Fine.”

Once eveyones got food on your plates, silence falls as you all shove food into your mouths. You glance over a lot to see if they were enjoying themselves. Dean’s face filled with pure bliss while Sam’s face remained a bit neutral with only a small quirk of his mouth upward, but you couldn’t even technically call that a smile. Your hand found the nape of his neck, and you ruffled at the small hairs there. You turned to him and asked, ”Is it good?”

“I think we should uh...give thanks...that’s a thing people do, right?” You nodded your head slowly. He sat back down a little bashful.

“Of course. Sorry. I just got focused on the food for a minute there.”

“Okay.” You nodded and smiled to yourself as you conformed enjoyment from Sam. You moved your hands and went back to eating. Suddenly, Sam reaches his hand over and holds your hand as you both continue to eat. After a few minutes, Sam clears his throat and stands awkwardly while still holding your hand.

“Who wants to go first?” You ask, and they both stay silent. You let out a small laugh and continue to say, “First a foremost, I am thankful to be decently happy and have my health...Uh...I’m thankful to have a loving boyfriend, and I am grateful he has an amazing brother to look out for him.” You look over to Dean. “Dean, you could hate me for all I know, and I could be worried 24/7 about what could happen to Sam. I worry about you two, but you have each other, which I am grateful for.”

“I guess I could hate you.” Dean shrugs.

“We both know Sam’s track record with past demons and such.” You and Dean laugh out loud, and Dean continues to say, “Right. Right. Uh...I’ll go next, I thank Y/N for all of this food and for lying to us. Most important, I am grateful for the pies she made.” You all laugh out. “But, I can say I’m glad Sammy here has someone to care for him almost as much as me.”

“Right, you're the gold standard.” You nudged at Dean.

“You hear that Sam?” Sam rolls his eyes at Dean and smiles before saying, “I am grateful for both of you. At the end of the day, I can count on both of you.” A small weird silence falls, so you release Sam’s hand and walk over to the nearby tv. You start serving the channel for football. When you finally land on it, Sam gives you a quizzled look and asks, “Do you even like it?”

“Doesn't matter, it's gonna play because you guys like it. It’s your tradition.”

Dean interjects to add, “She’s kinda alright. If there's anything we have it’s football at any cheap hotel crap tv.” You all finish your plates and head to the living room to watch a bit with beer in hand. You sit cuddled to Sam. While football plays on tv, you care more about them enjoying themselves. After a bit more time, you say, “Pie should be cool now.” Dean immediately rises from his seat and states, “I’ll get it. You got ice cream?”

“Yeah.”

“Great. Be right back.” Suddenly Sam nudges your cheek with his head.

“What is it Sam?”

“I didn’t expect this from you, Y/N, but it was all so-so-so...good.”

“There is good in this world.” Sam is about to reply when Dean adds, “The goodness is right here.” He says as he holds and looks to the pie with love. You laugh at the statement, which snaps him out of his daze and he adds, “Oh. You weren't talking to me…” He shrugs. By the end of the game, Dean has succumbed to sleep from the multiple beers and a hearty full stomach with the last happiness being pie. Sam sighs and states, “I should get him in a bed.”

“Let me help.” You tell him. After getting Dean into bed, you yawn out, and head down the stairs. Sam is quick to follow to see you wrapping up food. He lets out a small sigh, pouts, and asks, “Do you really need to do that, now? Can you just chuck it all in the fridge?”

“I kind of can. However, I think while I have the energy, it’s good to pack it. Plus, I really did make a lot of food. I’ll be giving you guys some of this to last you at least a few days when you go back on the road.”

“I love you.”

“I know you do.” He gives you a kiss on the cheek and a bright smile before holding you back the food while being behind you. His large frame completely covers your own. Quickly, you finish, and you head upstairs to your room. Both of you change into comfortable clothes and lay down wrapping each other's limbs. You were so happy and peaceful in his arms that sleep is found quickly; however, Sam tries to stay up as long as he can, so he can take in your features and keep them for memory. He traces your face so soft that it doesn't bother you. Eventually, he followed suit to your sleeping. In the morning, you woke up by yourself. You were really hoping he hadn’t had to leave for some emergency mission. You searched his side with your arms and looked to both night stands to see that there was no note, which was a good and bad thing. You rose to your feet and opened the door to your room. An unfamiliar smell hit your nose. It seemed to come from the kitchen. As you neared, the smell was becoming sweet. You see Sam and Dean in the kitchen making breakfast. A smile graces your face, and you relax. Pancakes, eggs and bacon are put in front of you by Sam. He leans over to kiss your lips and you can taste syrup. Him and Dean say simultaneously, “Morning.”

“Good morning.” You were all eating in happy silence before you moved over to the living room. Your eyes land on the tree, and you see a few bag wrapped gifts. Although a few looked like they were wrapped in a rush wrapped with similar looking wrapping to yours, which no doubt meant that Sam probably found your leftover decorations. “When did you have the chance to get gifts?” Sam answers, “I go to many places. I sometimes pick things up for you. Now, you’ll get them in bulk.” Dean drinks coffee and adds, “I had to run out to get stuff.” You stand up and hand them a gift from you. You watch their eyes fill with joy like children as you hand them gift after gift. While appreciating the gifts they got you, you felt way more happy about their reactions. You were sitting on the couch next to Sam. He muttered, “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas Sam.” You lay your head on his shoulder as he marveled at his gifts. You look to see Dean just as delighted. With happy thoughts, mouths, and bellies, you knew you made the right decision to lie and couldn't be happier at the turn of events.

Hope your day got a little better

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jovialyouthmusic · 3 years

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Two’s Company - Changes

A polyamorous fanfic based on The Royal Romance

With Drake’s help, Lucy arranges a way to jog King Brad’s memory after suffering from trauma induced amnesia.

Word Count 3661

A/N No smut here, just fluff and a little drama. But still No under 18s please.

7 Diving Down

Brad elected to be the one to go back to bed with Lucy. His stomach was still a little full after his midnight feast, but he soon fell asleep. He was woken by Lucy stirring. She groaned and turned to a tin at the side of the bed, getting out a dry biscuit and sitting up gingerly to nibble at it. Groggily Brad sat up too.

‘I can get you some water’ he offered. Lucy nodded.

‘Thanks. I’ll try not to get any crumbs in the bed, but if I don’t do this I end up dry heaving. First trimester sucks’ Brad padded to the bathroom to get the water. It was pretty obvious from her expression of misery and her pale cast that Lucy wouldn’t want to ‘have fun’ as Drake put it, at least not for a while. He sat next to her on the edge of the bed and took her hand, stroking the back of it.

‘What can I do to make you feel better?’ he asked. She waved her hand weakly at the head of the bed.

‘You can rearrange these pillows to start with’ she said ‘Oh, and ask the kitchens to get me some ginger tea. I forgot to put it out last night’ Brad couldn’t help but smile as he plumped up the pillows so Lucy could sit up a little better.

‘I’m not surprised. We were all a little preoccupied last night’ She rolled her eyes.

‘You don’t need to remind me. That was pretty spectacular’ A smirk flickered across her face. Just then there was a knock at the door and Drake poked his head into the room, fully dressed. Seeing that Lucy was awake, he came in and clambered onto the bed to plant a kiss on her forehead. She grimaced and wrinkled up her nose.

‘You stink of toothpaste’ she grumbled.

‘Wow, your sense of smell is pretty acute, I rinsed pretty thoroughly’ Drake remarked. ‘If Brad’s happy taking point, I was going to go to the stables and check on the new foal’

‘Of course. Lucy’s safe in my hands. Just ask the kitchens to send up some ginger tea before you go’ Brad asked.

‘Sure thing, your majesty.’ Drake gave him a mock tug of his forelock, slid off the bed and left.

‘Anything else you’d like me to do?’ Brad asked gently. Lucy nestled back into the pillows and sighed.

‘You can massage my belly’ she said ‘Not that I’m showing or anything, I just find it soothing.’ She pulled down the bedclothes and Brad placed his palm on her skin, gently circling. She moaned happily ‘Oooh that’s just what I needed. Drake is too hamfisted, he’d make me puke for sure’ she sighed.

‘I’ll look into what massage oils are safe for pregnant women’

‘That would be just perfect. Oh – just a bit higher there…’ She closed her eyes in bliss.

‘Did we – do anything like this before?’ Brad asked. She laughed softly

‘You do give a great shoulder and neck massage’ she replied. There was a tap on the door and a muffled voice.

‘Your tea, your majesty’

‘Just leave it outside, I’ll get it in a moment’ Brad called out.

‘Gladys told me to let you know you’ve some papers to see to this morning’ the voice went on.

‘Okay, I’ll wait until Drake gets back from the stables’ he called. He smiled ruefully at Lucy ‘Sorry about that. Apparently the work of a monarch is never done. I can run you a bath if you like’

‘No, just bring the tea, I’ll take a bath later. I really need to get dressed and moving about’ Brad fetched the tea and she sat sipping it for a while, and he offered to lay her clothes out. She directed him what to fetch, and before long she was up and dressed.

‘Let’s walk down to the stables and meet Drake’ she suggested ‘Then you can hand me over and go back to your papers.’

‘Are you sure it’s safe for you to be there?’ he asked ‘You know, around animals?’

‘I’m pretty sure that just applies to cat litter.’

‘I’ll do some research’ Brad said solemnly. Lucy let out a peal of laughter.

‘That’s so typically you.’ she exclaimed, but Brad smiled sadly.

‘I wish I could remember…’ he started with a hitch in his voice, but Lucy hugged his arm and kissed his cheek.

‘It’s okay Brad, really it is. We’ve just got a new beginning, that’s all. You’re still the sweet considerate guy I fell in love with’ She held his gaze and wrapped her arms around him, bringing her mouth close to his before kissing him on the lips. She pulled back, arms draped around his neck. ‘I’ve got some ideas to help you remember. You got a few things from that pasta last night, didn’t you?’ He nodded in assent.

‘I did – and you know when we’re in bed I remember other things’

‘See - that’s a start. I read somewhere that strong emotion can trigger memory – and so can taste and smell, so maybe it’s touch in that case. Maybe it shows how good we are together – you know – in bed’ she nudged him and he pressed his forehead to hers.

‘I’m head over heels, Lucy’ he whispered.

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Lucy didn’t want breakfast even though she was feeling better, so Brad asked the kitchen to make up a couple of bacon sandwiches and they set off for the stables. Drake was busy grooming Phoenix, watched by her foal, who was growing fast.

‘Hey Drake, I bought you some breakfast’ Brad announced, holding up the paper bag he carried. Drake grinned and stopped what he was doing, going to Lucy to give her an affectionate kiss and wrap a protective arm around her shoulders.

‘Thanks Brad, I was just thinking it was time to eat.’ He let go of Lucy and lead the way over to a stack of haybales, hauling a couple down for them all to sit. ‘Nothing for you, Luce?’ he asked. She shook her head.

‘No, I’m just about holding it in with the smells of the stable’ she replied. Drake did a mock double take.

‘I’ve always found the smells in here kind of comforting – you know, leather and fresh hay’

‘And dung and horse breath’ she grumbled ‘It doesn’t usually bother me but…’ she rubbed her belly. Drake tutted.

‘Well let’s hope it wears off before Baby makes an appearance’ he said, then fell silent as he made short work of the food Brad had brought. Brad was still eating as Drake stood up again. ‘Time to let Mom and baby out’ he said, and went over to the stalls to lead Pheonix out. Little Star followed, prancing on her spindly legs, and Lucy smiled indulgently.

‘Mind if I go with Drake?’ she asked. Brad waved his sandwich at her.

‘Of course, Lucy. I’ll go and see to that paperwork when I’ve finished this’ She smiled and sprinted to catch up.

‘Careful there, Luce, don’t want to spook Mama’ Drake cautioned ‘I’m not so sure you should get too close to her’ She sighed heavily.

‘You don’t need to wrap me in cotton wool’ she grumbled ‘But I get your point. I can pet her over the fence once she’s in the paddock.’ Drake opened the gate and lead the mare in, and the foal gambolled after her. The gate closed, the mare stood still and lowered her head to nuzzle the little creature. Lucy leant on the fence, adoration in her eyes, Drake by her side gazing at her and smiling fondly.

‘Look at her – she’s so sweet and gentle’ she said ‘I wonder how it will be when our little munchkin arrives’ She turned to Drake, worry etched across her face ‘What if I don’t bond? Does all this come naturally? How will I cope with the birth? Will it even get that far?’ Drake put his arm around her shoulder, and she turned and buried her face in his chest, taking a shuddering breath. He squeezed her tight.

‘You’re overthinking things, Luce. Phoenix didn’t have any problems, and we’re just sophisticated animals after all.’ He kissed the top of her head ‘And you’ve got both me and Brad to take care of you and the baby – and I’m sure the doctors and nurses will watch you very carefully’ He laughed softly ‘To say nothing of all the staff here and at the Palace. They’ll be queuing up to help’ He felt Lucy shudder again.

‘There’s a lot of pressure’ she said in a small voice ‘After all, this is the Royal Heir we’re talking about’ She looked up at him ‘and I so want to have your baby too. What sort of life will our children have?’

‘One full of joy and love’ Drake said reassuringly ‘You know I’ll take all of them camping, and teach them to make a fire and roast marshmallows, no matter if they’re mine or Brad’s. He’ll protect all of us from any unwanted attention - and don’t forget the whole of the King’s Guard’ She sighed and leaned into him, looking over at the mare and her foal,.

‘Talking of the King’s Guard, we should call and find out how Sophia’s getting on. She’s close to delivering, isn’t she?’

‘Sure is. You can practice holding babies when she’s had the twins, she and Bas are going to need all the spare hands they can get’

‘Bastien never does things by halves - oh, they can come and stay for a while’ Lucy said, her eyes brightening ‘Then I can have cuddles any time I like’

‘They’ll probably appreciate nappy changing too’ Drake laughed. ‘You can’t have all the best bits. Maybe we should go and visit Savannah too, you can find out first hand what toddlers are like’

‘We haven’t told anyone yet’ Lucy pointed out ‘We should probably discuss that with Brad’

‘Sure, let’s not rush into anything. What do you want to do now?’

‘I’d love to go for a ride, but I’m guessing Brad would throw a fit and tell me it’s too dangerous’

‘Well, you do have a track record of falling off horses’

‘It was just the once’ Lucy scowled.

‘And I don’t want it to be repeated’ Drake scolded ‘Remember how devastated you were when you thought you were pregnant?’ Lucy shivered.

‘Okay, point taken. How about a walk along the trail by the river? We can’t get in trouble doing that’

‘I’m sure Brad would disagree, but I think it’s pretty low risk. How about I call the kitchens and have a picnic lunch delivered to the lodge up on the ridge? Brad can join us if he’s finished, and we can drive back together, or stay overnight if we want to push the boat out.’

‘Oh, now that would be good. We could fire up the hot tub’ As she spoke, Drake looked sheepish. ‘What is it now?’ she asked testily.

‘I think maybe that’s off the menu for you, Valois.’ he said, rubbing the back of his neck. She slumped.

‘Now I’m officially pissed’ she grumbled. ‘No alcohol, no riding, no hot tub. What next, bread and water only?’ Drake hugged her again, leaning back against the rail and pulling her with him.

‘Don’t you worry, we’ll come up with some treats’ he mumbled into her hair, kissing the top of her head. ‘Me and Brad, we’ve got you’

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It was refreshing to have Lucy to himself for a while, Drake realised as they wound their way along the trail by the river. He didn’t have to think about what was happening between him and Brad. Lucy really was the glue that held them together now. If it wasn’t for her they might never have discovered their feelings for each other – but if they had, he’d have run a mile, so they had her to thank for that. But just now, the fresh air, the joy of striding out, the sunshine and birdsong was just what he needed. He half wanted Brad to be there to experience it rather than him driving along the forest trail to meet them at the cabin. There was something about reaching a destination on foot that was grounding and settling.

Lucy didn’t know that one of the King’s Guard had been assigned to follow them at a discrete distance, so he wasn’t going to suggest that they take a stop for some outdoor hanky panky. He knew Brad was rather partial to risky outdoor sex, but he was a little more cautious and didn’t want to traumatise young Parker, who was doing a good job in remaining unseen. Besides, the day before had been pretty active in that respect and they needed to pace themselves.

‘Can we stop for a moment?’ Lucy asked ‘I could do with a drink’

‘Sure thing. There’s some rocks ahead we can sit on and watch the water’ They carried on a little further to where a few trees overhung the swiftly flowing water, the rocks interrupting the flow and breaking it up into little eddies and cascades, the boulders worn smooth by many wet winters. They settled down and Drake opened his rucksack to get a bottle of water out. He handed it to Lucy, who sipped at it as she gazed at the water.

‘It’s so beautiful out here’ she said ‘Are we any closer to opening it up to walkers?’

‘We have to have security in mind’ Drake replied ‘Some parts closer to the Manor have to be fenced off, no matter how much we’d like to share all this with the public. Brad suggested limited access, so there can be days when it’s closed and we have it to ourselves’

‘I suppose that makes sense’ Lucy mused ‘After all, we’re not really sure if we cleaned up completely after Anton, or if there’s anyone else with a grievance’ Drake picked up a smooth pebble and skipped it over a smooth stretch of water.

‘That’s the price you pay for privilege. There’s always someone who doesn’t agree with the way things are run, or simply wants to cause trouble.’ She turned to face him, sorrow on her face.

‘I’m sorry Drake, I forgot your father paid the ultimate price. That must be hard to live with. I wish I’d known him’

‘He was a good man – brave and selfless. But I don’t think Mom ever forgave him. I wonder if she ever thought of leaving him when she realised just what his job could cost her’ Drake leaned across to retrieve the water bottle, and put it back in the rucksack. He stood up. ‘We should move on’ he said shortly, obviously not in the mood to continue the conversation, and with everything else going on in their lives, Lucy didn’t think it was wise to press him further. He reached out to offer his hand to help her up, and they continued on the trail.

It was an hour or so before they got to the top of the ridge where the cabin overlooked the little valley, and Lucy’s cheeks glowed with the exertion. An SUV was parked next to it, and Brad came out to welcome them, putting his hand to Lucy’s upper arm and kissing her on the cheek.

‘I’ve only just got here’ he said ‘Cook put something together, and I made sure it’s all safe for you, Lucy’ She made a face.

‘Oh great, you just became the Food Police’ she grumbled. Brad looked hurt.

‘There’s fresh sweet potato and red pepper soup, a few different bread rolls, a selection of hard cheeses and a couple of soft ones – safe of course – and pickles, salad, boiled eggs. There’s plenty to choose from, and fresh fruit to finish’

‘Well I suppose that’s okay then’ she huffed.

‘I only want the best for you and the baby, my Queen’

‘Oh come on, stop belly aching and let’s chow down’ Drake interrupted ‘I’m starving’

‘And I’m not going to sit and do nothing while you two put it out’ Lucy asserted ‘I’m quite capable of pouring out a couple of bowls of soup, so don’t tell me to sit down’

‘Yes, your highness’ Drake grinned.

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When they had finished eating, Brad drove them back down to the Manor, noticing the longing look she gave the hot tub as she passed it. He thought that maybe he would draw her a nice warm bath with a few pregnancy friendly oils in later on, which he’d already asked the staff to source.

‘Do you boys mind if I get in touch with Hana to arrange to meet up with her?’ Lucy asked as they walked back into the grand entrance hall.

‘Of course not – you go ahead. Were you thinking of telling her the good news?’ Brad asked.

‘What do you think? Lucy replied ‘The staff already know, and they’ve been told not to say anything, but it’s way too early for any official announcement’

‘I’d trust Hana to stay quiet’ Drake said, and Brad nodded assent.

‘Drake’s right, Hana’s very discreet. If you want to tell her, feel free’

‘Thankyou’ Lucy said, giving Brad a kiss on the cheek. ‘Are you busy this afternoon?’ Brad sighed.

‘I have a telephone conference, but I’ll be free for dinner.’ Lucy smiled mischievously.

‘In that case, I’m going to ask Drake to take me into town. There’s a few things I need for later on.’ Brad raised his eyebrows.

‘Later on?’ he asked quizzically.

‘It’s a surprise’ she said archly, taking Drake’s arm. He looked as nonplussed as Brad, and shrugged as the King angled his head in query.

‘Just a little something to jog your memory. As soon as you’re done with your call, let us know’

‘Okay’ Brad said cautiously.

‘Good, that’s settled then’ she said cryptically ‘I just need to change – Drake, see you back here in half an hour’

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Brad put the phone down and pulled his fingers down over his face in frustration. He’d had to be prompted in a few minor details that had vanished from his memory, so at least he knew it wasn’t just Lucy he’d forgotten. He got up and poured himself a whiskey before getting his phone out and texting Lucy. It was a few moments before she rang him back.

‘Brad – all done now?’

‘Yes, Lucy. Now what’s this big surprise?’

‘It’s not quite ready yet. I’m going to ask you to stay in your study a little while longer. I’ll call you when things are ready. Oh, and don’t order anything to eat – that’s all part of the surprise’ Brad pulled at his ear nervously.

‘This is all very cloak and dagger. Is it a murder mystery?’ A peal of laughter rang down the line.

‘Don’t be silly. I told you, it’s something to help you remember’ Brad wandered over to the window and looked out.

‘Lucy, there’s another car in the drive. Have we got visitors?’ He heard her curse softly under her breath, and thought he heard another voice in the background.

‘No questions. Stay where you are and wait for me to call’

‘And if I need the bathroom?’ he asked cynically. He heard Lucy scoff.

‘Stop nit-picking, Brad. Just call and let me know and I’ll hold off for a few minutes’

‘Okay’ Brad replied. He heard the voice again and she giggled.

‘It won’t be too long, Brad – promise. Less than an hour’ The line went dead, and Brad paced the room before he remembered his whiskey, and sat sipping it thoughtfully. He decided to make a few notes for his secretary back at the Palace before opening up his phone and looking through photos he’d taken over the last year or so. It was full of pictures of Lucy – some sparked fragments of memory and others drew a blank. In frustration, he switched to playing a mindless game for some time before a knock came at the door. Gladys poked her head around it.

‘Your majesty, if you’d like to follow me’ she said ‘the Duchess wants you to change before we move on. Your clothes are laid out in your room.’ Puzzled, Brad followed her. When they were in Valtoria she called herself Duchess rather than Queen. True to what she had said, a suit, white shirt and a blue cravat were laid out. He frowned in puzzlement. There was nothing special about the outfit, and he couldn’t remember wearing that shirt with that cravat before, but he dutifully changed. Once outside the door again, he followed Gladys downstairs and to a door off the hall he thought went to the cellars, but he couldn’t say he’d been through it. She gestured, standing aside.

‘If you’d like to go through, Sir’ she gestured.

‘Very well. Thankyou, Gladys’ he said solemnly. A small smile played across her lips as he opened it to reveal a set of stone steps leading down. Faint music came up the dimly lit stairwell, and he caught on to the handrail to descend. There was another door at the bottom, and he knocked. Nobody answered, so he threw it open to reveal what he could only describe as a stage set. Improbably it was arranged as a bar with a couple of booths, music playing and two men sitting at one of the tables. Images and sounds started to nudge the back of his mind.

But standing with her back to him was a waitress, dressed in work clothes. And her hair…he caught his breath. It was Lucy, holding a small notepad and pencil. He swayed slightly as she turned to greet him, and half remembered fragments jostled and swam around in his head. He staggered and leaned heavily against the door jamb. Drake stood up in consternation, and so did…

‘Max – what – what are you doing here?’ he croaked. Fog swirled around in his brain ‘Where - where’s Tariq?’ and everything went black.

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make-them-laugh · 3 years

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Coming together

Secret Santa for septicabzies for @codesecretsanta !!!! I saw you had ocs and I love writing ocs! I hope I did them justice! I wanted to get a few slice of life vignettes to get a few different interactions out! I hope you like it!

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“Why did I room those two together?” The headmistress whispered under her breath as two boys were led into the office. She smiled tersely and sighed. “Rafael, Antonio. What brings you in today?”

Antonio’s lips quirked up in a smile, despite his trying to avoid it. “Absolutely nothing, Miss Delmas. We were just minding our own business!”

“With backpacks full of homemade stink bombs,” Elisabeth Delmas raised an eyebrow and both boys hung their heads as she sighed. “Where were you planning on putting them?”

Both were silent for a long minute, and Sissi crossed her arms. “I’m waiting. You’re not leaving this office until you tell me where you were going to let off these stink bombs.”

Raphael sighed and lifted his head. “The second-floor boys’ bathroom. We were going to set them off above the ceiling at different times so no one could figure out where they were coming from or when they’d go off…”

“Thank you for being honest, Raphael,” Sissi smiled softly and nodded. “But your behavior still needs to be addressed. Both your parents will be receiving a call, and you have detention for three days. You’re dismissed.”

Antonio and Raphael quickly stood and took their now empty backpacks from the teacher that had brought them down. They headed for the dorms, and before Antonio could ask, Raphael slipped one singular stink bomb out of the pocket of his cargo pants and handed it to Antonio.

“Don’t ask questions, now we can get back at Geoff and Hanson for pouring spoiled milk on our carpet.”

Antonio cradled the last stink bomb and laughed. “You didn’t tell her that was the plan?”

Raphael made a face. “Of course not, didn’t you know? Their dads were like her best friends when our parents were in school. She wouldn’t take their side, but she’d have come down harder on us for not coming to her first.”

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“Carry the one, move that there, move that to the other side, simplify, and I should have… Tristan, can you look at this problem? I think I did it right, but I want someone smarter than me to double check before I commit to the answer.” Daniel looked up from his homework and slid the paper towards his roommate, who took it quickly.

Tristan’s eyes scanned the page quickly, and he smiled as he handed it back. “Looks perfect, Daniel. You’re really coming along with this, and soon you won’t even need me to look over your homework.”

“You really think so?” Daniel took the paper back with a smile.

“Yeah,” Tristan turned back to his laptop and let his fingers fly over the keys. “You’re smarter than you give yourself credit for.”

Daniel beamed and turned back to his homework with a hum. “I think that’s one of the nicest things anyone’s said to me in a while.”

“Well, you deserve it, and don’t let anyone or any subject make you think otherwise,” Tristan leaned into his computer. “A little work, and you could probably test into honors math for next year.”

Daniel smiled wider as he wrote out the next equation to solve. “Hey, do you mind if I put on some music to study to? It always helps me think.”

“Sure thing, I’ll probably tune it out, but that’s fine.”

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“Where did you manage to find scented nail polish? I thought no one sold it anymore,” Kimiko chuckled as she dipped the brush back into the literally bubblegum pink liquid. She pulled it back out, let the excess drip back into the bottle and gently brushed it onto Maya’s finger.

“The corner store had a few bottles of a few different scents! They had a black grape that I picked up for you if you want me to do yours next!” Maya grinned widely and watched as the pink spread and shimmered in the fluorescent lighting. “I love the shade! It’s so pretty!”

“It is really nice, and it’ll look better after a second coat,” Kimiko agreed before leaning in with a conspiratorial grin. “I’m sure Antonio will love it.”

Maya flushed and looked away with a yelp as Kimiko laughed.

“I’m sorry, I’m just teasing you,” Kimiko smiled. “Just a little joking between roommates, you know?”

“Yeah,” Maya sighed. “I guess I’m just not used to feeling so… silly when a boy walks by. Have you ever gotten that feeling?”

Kimiko shrugged. “A couple times, but I never let it bother me too much. Crushes come and go, but it’s not like my brother lets them anywhere near me anyway.”

“A tad overprotective?” Maya laughed

“That’s an understatement if I’ve ever heard one.” Kimiko laughed as well.

Maya looked at her finished hand as Kimiko started on her other hand. “Thank you for helping me with my nails. It’s something my mom and I always do together, and it never looks right when I do it by myself.”

“No problem, Maya,” Kimiko smiled. “You said you want to do mine when yours are dry?”

Maya grinned and nodded eagerly. “I would love to.”

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“Are you reading the Crimson Runes series?!” Daniel’s eyes lit up when he saw the book in Raphael’s hands. “I love the Crimson Runes!”

“Oh my god, don’t get him started, he won’t shut up about it,” Kimiko groaned. “It’s the only book he likes, but he’s obsessed.”

“I’m rereading it for an essay on a work of fiction that means a lot to me in English class,” Raphael slid into the empty seat across from Daniel. “I got the first book a few years ago with a gift card for my birthday and I couldn’t put it down! Read it in two days!”

“I have a signed copy of the first book,” Daniel smirked. “My dad took me to a comic con a few years ago because I saw he was on the guest list and I begged him to go to get my copy signed.”

“That is so cool!” Raphael put a napkin in his book to hold his place as he set his notebook aside, marked with pages and quotations. “I tried to go to that con, but we had a family thing we had to go to.”

“Bummer,” Daniel shook his head. “Maybe if he ever does a con again, you and I can go together and get your copy signed!”

Raphael smiled and nodded. “That’d be cool.”

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“Skateboards aren’t so hard once you get used to them, Maya,” Antonio smiled as he held the board out to his classmate. She looked warily at the plank of wood and took it hesitantly.

“Do I have to do this?”

“Of course not! Only if you want to!” Antonio held his hand back out to take the board back, but Maya held it to her chest.

“No, I want to try! But…I don’t have to try any ramps today, do I?”

“Nope! We can do all flat concrete today if you want,” Antonio smiled and reached to check her helmet, making sure it was on securely. “Ready, Miss Belpois?”

“No, but I want to be,” Maya set the board on the ground, and carefully went to stand on it. Antonio let her balance herself on his arms, and held her steady as she got her bearings.

“You’re doing great, Maya!” Antonio smiled and bit the inside of his lip. “Tell you what. You stay on the board, I’ll walk you forward a little, you focus on balancing while it’s moving, okay?”

Maya nodded, and Antonio started to walk, holding Maya’s arms carefully so she didn’t fall. As she found her center, she giggled and stood a little taller, making ANtonio grin.

“That a girl! You’ll be riding like a pro in no time!”

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Jeremie smiled at the letter from his daughter.

“Aelita! Maya sent a picture she took with the camera we got her for Christmas last year!”

Aelita came up behind Jeremie and kissed the side of his head as she looked at the picture. She saw the kids gathered around their two, and her eyes softened when she saw all the familiar features in the other children.

“They look…alive. Happy.”

“I think sending them to Kadic was the best decision we could have made,” Jeremie put his hands on hers and kissed her cheek softly. “Should we tell them they can invite their friends over sometime soon? I want to meet the kids they’re spending all their time with.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Aelita kissed his nose and sighed. “I miss them.”

“Me too.”

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thirty-five-portland-row · 3 years

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Okay, so in this post I’m going to include the short story “the talk” which is in special edititions of Flashback, and probably going to explain why I hate Alden so much. Okay, I’ll get on to it now I guess.

“Lord Alden,” Lord Cassius said, dipping his head in what could barely count as a bow before he stepped aside to let Alden enter the Shores of Solace – aka his used-to-be-secret-getaway-though-no-one-actually-wanted-to-go-there-with-him home. “I thought the Council ordered all of you Vackers to the Tribunal Hall today for the big verdict. It’s all I’ve heard about these days. People do love a good scandal – and this is the best our world has seen in ages.

“The sentencing isn’t until this afternoon,” Alden explained, ignoring the rest of Cassius’s jab as he made his way towards the mother-of-pearl walls. His teal eyes looked rather impressed as they skimmed over the fancy furniture and enormous ocean-view windows – but his gaze softened when he focused on the blond boy sprawled across one of the couches. “I was hoping I’d find you here.”

Keefe pulled himself to his feet, making sure to brush all the crumbs from the butterblast he’d snacked on for breakfast onto the otherwise pristine floor. “Is everything okay?”

Alden nodded. “But I’d love a quick word with you if you don’t mind. Perhaps somewhere a bit more private?”

“Or I can lock Lord Nosypants in a closet,” Ro offered, striding out of the shadowy corner flashing a pointy-toothed grin.

How the pink-haired, heavily armed ogre princess could make people forget she was in the room was one of life’s great mysteries.

“Let’s save that fun for later,” Keefe decided, leading Alden to the one place at his father’s house where he felt like he could breathe: a wide outdoor patio facing a glittering black sand beach. Cushioned swings swayed in the salty wind, and Alden sank into one of them, watching the turquoise waves crash against the shore long enough for Keefe’s brain to put together a pretty extensive list of scary things that might be happening.

Clearly Foster’s ever-worrying ways were rubbing off on him.

“Sooo…,” he said, dragging out the word as he plopped onto the swing next to Alden. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing bad,” Alden assured him. “I’m just hoping you’ll be willing to attend the tribunal today.”

Ro groaned. “Nooooooooo! Then I have to go, and everyone’s going to be all smug and sparkly and give boring speeches about how brilliant they are – and I’m not even allowed to stab anybody!”

Keefe ignored her. “I thought it was family only.”

“It was. But I’ve convinced the Council to make an exception, because Fitz is going to need a friend today.”

Yeah, that was kind of an understatement. Keefe was pretty sure Fitz was going to go into rage-monster mode if the Council gave Alvar anything less than a life sentence. And if Alden felt the need to bring in reinforcements…

Keefe slumped back against the cushions. “Does that mean you know –“

“What I know,” Alden interrupted, “is that I’m doing everything in my power to get my family through this.”

Which wasn’t really an answer.

“The thing is,” he added quietly. “my son is far more likely to listen to you than he is to me. Especially under the circumstances.”

“Okay, but if you’re looking for a voice of wisdom, you’d be better off asking someone who’s a bit more… shall we say, responsible?” Keefe felt the need to point out.

“I agree. Which is why I’ve arranged clearance for Sophie to attend as well.”

“Perfect!” Ro jumped in. “Then you don’t need us!”

“Actually, that’s why I do.” Alden’s eyes dropped to his hands, his fingers twisting the edge of his embroidered cape. “You and I both know, Keefe, that my son doesn’t necessarily excel at controlling his temper. And… I don’t think either of us wants to see him channel any of that anger at Sophie. So if you’re there –“

“Hang on.” Ro made a time-out gesture. “Are you seriously asking Keefe to be the punching bag during your pretty boy’s little temper tantrums?”

“Of course not! I’m asking an empath to watch for moments when his best friend is getting close to losing control of his emotions, and to keep him from saying or doing anything he’ll later regret.

“Or you could just leave our pretty little blond girl out of this one,” Ro reminded him.

“No, I can’t. Fitz… needs her.” His eyes shifted to Keefe, and there was something tentative about his expression.

Something nervous.

“He needs her,” he repeated gently, taking a long breath before he added, “I think you know that. And… I suspect you know how Sophie feels too.”

Unfortunately, Keefe did – and he was always trying hard not to think about it, because it made him want to punch things.

“Hate to break it to you guys,” Ro informed them, “but Blondie doesn’t know what she feels.”

“Perhaps not,” Alden conceded. “But that mostly has to do with the fact that my son has yet to make things clear. Once he does…”

He didn’t finish the sentence, but he didn’t need to. Keefe was well aware of all the miserable mushiness he had ahead.

The hand-holding.

And cuddling.

And…

Ugh, if he had to watch them kiss, he was going to vomit all over his boots.

Alden placed his hand softly over Keefe’s, waiting for Keefe to meet his eyes before he told him, “I realize that all of this is… complicated for you, given how you feel about –”

“I’m just gonna stop you right there,” Keefe cut in, pulling his hand away and jumping off the swing. He paced to the far end of the patio, relieved that his legs pulled it off with some swagger. “Leave the feelings-reading to us Empaths, okay? Cause you’re wrong. Like, super, super wrong.”

“No, I’m not.”

Keefe was dying to ask him how he could be so sure – and if that meant Fitz had figured it out too. But that would mean admitting it, and the only way he was going to get through this conversation was to deny, deny, deny.

Alden sighed. “Sorry, I know this conversation is difficult – and I’m not trying to meddle –”

“Um, I’m pretty sure this is the definition of meddling,” Ro argued.

“No, it’s the definition of caring.” Alden stood and made his way closer, wrapping an arm around Keefe’s shoulders. “You may not be my genetic son,” he said quietly, “but I’ve long considered you part of my family.”

Keefe had to remind himself to breathe.

Part of him wanted to pull away and run. The other part wanted to lean back and see what it felt like to not have to stand on his own. But he was pretty sure that either way, he’d end up getting hurt.

So he just stood there, stiff and silent, watching the frothy water smooth the dark sand into a shiny, black canvas.

It wasn’t fair that the beach got so many do-overs.

“I’ve never told anyone this,” Alden murmured, “but long ago before I met Della, there was… another. Someone I was convinced was my perfect match – and the matchmakers agreed. But, as it turned out, she… preferred a close friend of mine.” He let the words hang there for a beat before he added, “So I’m no stranger to your situation, Keefe.”

“There’s no situation,” Keefe insisted.

“Maybe there isn’t. But I’m going to pass on some wisdom to you anyway. I’m a father. It’s what I do. And don’t worry, I’m not about to give you a long speech on how someday you’ll find your true match like I did – though you will.” He pulled Keefe slightly closer, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze. “The wisdom I want to give you is simply this: If you really care about them, let them be happy.”

Let them be happy.

Those words made Keefe want to vomit even more than the idea of Fitzphie smoochfests.

“I know,” Alden said gently. “Believe me, I undersand exactly how heartbreaking that is to hear. But take it from someone who ended up losing two valuable friendships. There’s only one way this ends –”

“Uh, no there isn’t!” Ro snapped. “We’re talking about teenagers! Stop acting like any of this is a done deal.” She waited for Keefe to meet her eyes before she added, “It isn’t.”

Alden sighed. “I suppose only time will tell. But that doesn’t change where we are today. Today, Sophie and Fitz are both going to need your help. So the question is, are you willing to be their friend?”

Keefe opened his mouth to answer, but Alden shook his head, drawing Keefe into a hug before he stepped away.

“That’s all I came here to say,” he said, pulling his pathfinder out of his cape’s inner pocket. “I hope I’ll see you at Tribunal Hall in a few hours. But I’ll leave that up to you. Think about what I’ve said, okay?”

Keefe managed a shaky not as Alden held the crystal up to the sunlight and glittered away.

“That guy’s got a lot of nerve,” Ro grumbled. “You know what that was, right? He’s trying to get you to back off so he can keep his spoiled son happy – and he’s totally using your daddy issues to make you play along!” She held out her arm, pretending she was wrapping it around an imaginary person’s shoulders. “I’ve long considered you part of my family – what a stinking load of garbage! He’s just trying to get rid of the competition. So what you need to do now is –”

“I’m going to the Tribunal,” Keefe interrupted.

Ro rolled her eyes. “Of course you are. That’s what you do – sabotage yourself over and over because it’s easier than putting yourself out there!

“I’m not sabotaging anything! Sophie’s not some prize that Fitz and I get to fight over. She’s a person. And she has her own feelings – and no one knows those feelings better than I do!”

Ro blinked, and he realized he’d shouted that super loud.

Loud enough that he was pretty sure his father had heard every word.

But it didn’t matter.

Lord Cassius wasn’t the type of person to go for a heart-to-heart.

Keefe’s hands curled into fists and he sucked in a deep, slow breath before he said, “I’m going to the tribunal. Because two of my friends are going to be there. And they’re going to need me. You can whine about it all you want. Or you can stay here…”

“Oh, I’m going,” Ro warned. “And there will be an abundance of whining.”

“Bring it on,” Keefe muttered, heading for his room to get changed. He tried to slam the door in Ro’s face, but the ogre princess had annoyingly fast reflexes and managed to block it with her elbow.

She sighed. “Fine. I’ll leave you to your sulking. But just… promise me something, okay? Don’t give up.”

“I’m not,” Keefe said.

And he meant it.

He wasn’t giving up.

He was just… waiting.

Being the best friend he could be.

Trying not to wreck anything.

And hoping, hoping, hoping that someday things would change.

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I just really hate how manipulatactive alden was and how he also told Keefe to give up the love of his live for his entitled jerk of a son. ive ranted about this before on another post but this was just mainly to put the story out there for people who haven’t read it.

#Kotlc #kotlc alden #kotlc Keefe #kotlc ro #kotlc Flashback

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By The Lake*Chapter Seven

Summary: A family friend offers you a place to stay to get away from an abusive past. Her home is a place that you are familiar with, an old town with a large lake you spent many days in. You went there years ago for one full summer, where you became close friends with a very young Daryl Dixon. You two were inseparable until you had to leave. But now you’re back, escaping from a past much like his. You will need to weave your way through the town’s problematic people, your own problems, and above all the confusing Dixon. Will you two find your way back to each other again? Or will he push you further away? And above all, will your past cease to haunt you?

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Pairing: Young Daryl Dixon X Reader

Warnings: Mentions of abuse and violence(potential triggers), cussing, more mature themes(not smut or anything tho), slow burn romance, described wounds and injuries

Authors note: I don’t own the character Daryl Dixon, he belongs to the creators of The Walking Dead. This fic talks about abuse, and the terrible reality involved to spread awareness about the matter, not to romanticize it. Also, I was writing the last couple of paragraphs with a horrible sense of deja vu because I could have sworn I wrote it already, and then I realized that I have but tumblr didn’t save it, so I wrote the end with immense caution and fear in case my wifi cut out again. But it’s okay because both endings have sticky sweet fluff!

Word Count: 2.2k

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It was the dreaded dinner of the century. Cherry’s words lingered in the back of my mind like an all consuming fog. “We have to talk...dinner?”. And her face, god, her face was so sad. Was I disappointing her? Do the kids not like me? I glance to Daryl who looks just as nervous beside me. Does she know? Daryl catches me looking, and he glances over my expression, his own frown forming.

“Don’t stress ya’self out too bad, huh? We’ve gotten in trouble a plenty times before.” He adds with a wink, I roll my eyes, grateful for the smile he brought out of me. He shifts the angel cake to one hand and knocks on the door with the other. Cherry answers with an uneasy smile, that turns into a slack jaw as she sees Daryl.

“Daryl?” I think she meant it as an excited hello, but it came out more as a threatening question to me. That is probably because I forced him to come with me as a buddy for the night. If Cherry’s going to tell me off for Daryl, then he should be here too. Or if Cherry wants to kick me out, I’m going to need emotional support in the form of a redneck, tough love friend. Daryl’s the best option.

“Daryl, are ya alright?” She goes to touch his face, not knowing it’s the best of his wounds. His long sleeve shirt and jeans covered everything else. He flinches back slightly but she didn’t back off. Daryls breathing picked up as she traced the bruises and cuts. I restrain myself from pushing her hand back as Daryl takes a slight shift back and gives her a stiff nod of his head, mumbling something about roughhousing with friends.

“M’sorry for just showin’ up. Thought Mark would’ve liked to talk about our day tomorrow. Cars almost done.” He offers a small smile which she returns, though she gave me the stink eye. God bless his soul for covering for me like that, but everyone knows he’s here cause I asked him. At the mention of his name, and apparent super hearing, Mark pops up behind Cherry. His smile the widest out of all of ours.

“Daryl! What a good surprise! That cars almost done ya know. Come in, come in.” He ushers everyone inside and Daryl hands over the angel cake. Cherry sets in on the table further inside, glancing behind her shoulder to make sure I was following. Which I was, I was following her like a dog with it’s tail between it’s legs.

“(Y/N)! What the hell? Daryl comes around looking like he got bulldozed. Is everything alright? Did he really come here to talk about cars?” She looked stressed out, bags under her lightly mascaraed eyes, deep enough that no amount of coverage could hide it. Her hair was fizzy, and for the first time I’ve seen it, unkept. Does this have to do with her news? Could I really lie to her in her state?

“I’m sorry Cherry, I just-it’s just that-” My voice came out more strained than I meant, a familiar burn in my eyes start to work up. “I can’t tell you all of it alright? But things are bad, I just don’t know what else to do.” She steps forward and raises her hand, I nearly jump out of my shoes, but she just rests her palm on my cheek and wipes away a tear. I don’t tell her about Daryl’s truth, it isn’t mine to tell. I don’t tell her about him staying with me, although she should probably know. I don’t tell her about the crushing weight of it all, or that I feel like I’m betraying her. But I don’t have to. She saw it, and now she is the one comforting me. She rest her forehead against mine and nods softly.

“Lets just breath darling. I’m not going to punish you for anything. I just want to know if you’re doing what you think is right? That’s enough for me.” I take a few breaths in until they run steady.

“I am doing what I think is best. Whats right.” I whisper out, drained from the past couple days.

“You always do, doll.” She kisses my forehead. “Now, lets eat!” She cheers, pulling back and quickly wiping her own tears.

“Wait-” I pull her back to me, quietly over the sounds of the family and Daryl rushing into the kitchen to eat I ask her. “What was the news you wanted to tell me about?” She doesn’t say anything, only gives me a small smile.

“Later.” she says with a shrug, masking her true emotions. Mark was near and pulled her aside when he heard this. I meant to give them privacy but it was too late, my curiosity got the better of me.

“Cherry, are you sure we should wait to tell her?” I’ve never heard him so serious in my life.

“I’m sure, they’re just kids. We should let them be that for a while-” The rest of her sentence was forgotten because Daryl scared the shit out of me.

“Curiosity killed the cat ya know?” He scoffs out behind me, obviously not proud of my behavior. I give him a sheepish smile.

“But satisfaction brought it back.” I point my finger at him making him roll his eyes. He guided me away from snooping on the married grown ups, and to the dinner table. When walking to his seat, Daryl casually snatched Rosie’s napkin, and dropped it on her lap for her. This made Rosie giggle, so when Daryl sat down she took his napkin and put it on his lap. We all laughed at Daryl’s surprised expression, it held a softness I haven’t seen before. He laughs with us and says a quite thank you to her.

Cherry and Mark came and sat down minutes later, both giving each other mean looks. They obviously had a heated conversation. But as dinner went on everyone was happy. Daryl and Rosie were talking about this Magic Tree house series she was reading, and at one point Rosie wiped food off from Daryl's cheek. “So messy.” She mumbled exhausted under her breath. Everyone nearly died laughing at this, Daryl included. Monty told him all about his favorite dinosaur and Daryl even mentioned a few he liked, which surprised me. The kids loved him, and dinner was a blast.

Although dinner was fun, cleaning was not. Cherry assigned Daryl, Rosie, Monty and I on cleaning duty.

“Ow. Heavy.” Rosie complained, she came walking in with a grumpy expression nearly hidden by the stack of dinner plates she was bringing into the kitchen. Before I could warn him, Daryl fell right into her trap.

“I’ll take those for ya!” Daryl all but hummed, as he lifted the “weight” from Rosie. She beamed up at him.

“Thank you Dare Bear,” Daryl blushed and gave me a sheepish look when the nickname came. “I’m just so tired, it’s past my bedtime.” Before she could fake a yawn I spoke up.

“It is not, you liar.” Rosie gave me an offended look, I was going to ruin her plan. But she was smart, smarter than me apparently. Her lips curled up and her eyes, as if she was a talented working actress, teared up. Daryl was at her side in an instant, giving me a shocked look. I didn’t miss the amusement in his eyes though. I gave up right then and there, her plan was going to work. She had Daryl wrapped around her finger all night.

“Don’t ya call her that. She’s sensitive.” He whispered the last part to me as he picked her up. “Lets get ya to bed.” I nearly melted at the sight, as Rosie wrapped her small arms around his neck, and he rubbed her back soothingly as he carried her off to bed. She gave me a bratty smug look, pulling a smile from me. “C’mon Monty.” Monty, who didn’t feel as hopeful on getting out of cleaning duty until now, ran towards the two, beaming.

Then there was one. I walked to the hallway to get a rag from the laundry closet, it was next to Rosie’s room. I heard her giggle before her little voice echoed in the silence. I was holding my breath. I didn’t dare to ruin the moment.

“Here Dare Bear, you can ‘ave it when doing the dishes for me.” There was a few moments of silence before I heard Daryl chuckle, almost in defeat.

“Alright. Thanks.” He chuckled again. “Sleep well, Rosie.” I rushed back to the kitchen when I heard his light footsteps approaching.

Minutes later and I turn around as he enters the room.

“Oh. My. God.” I try so hard to keep it in, I really do, but I laugh the hardest I have in years at the sight before me. I nearly hit my head on the wall from leaning back and cackling so hard. I can’t form the question I want to between trying to breath and laugh.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Say what ya will, but I look good.” He tries to joke about it, but his blushing face said he knew he looked ridiculous. Tied around his waist and neck, was a pink daisy apron, made for a 5 year old. It didn’t even cover his whole torso. Wordlessly, I pointed my finger in the air and spun it. Daryl stared at me exasperated before he did a little twirl for me. A giggle escaped me and I sent him a wink. He laughs now too, taking the rag from my hands quickly and swatting me with it.

“Shut it and get to work.” We do as he says for a while but I just could not focus. It was starting to annoy Daryl by the way his fingers would twitch every time he saw me drying the same plate for five minutes.

“Play music.” He scoffed out after I nearly dropped the cup in my hands, he was giving me a pointed look.

“Fine, if you want it so bad.” I mumble as I make my way to the radio. It turns on with a familiar tune, Daryl and I share a smile with one another.

“Ain’t for me.” He whispers, noticing how I get back into the easy rhythm of cleaning. I blush as I realize how well he knew me. Some things never change. I move my hips to the song and notice him doing the same. It nearly makes me laugh but I hold it in so he won’t get shy. The song was “I see it, I like it, I want.” by Shirley Ellis. We knew the song well. Whenever Daryl and I would hang out in town, my mom would give us money for groceries and a little extra for ice cream. The ice cream shop played that song religiously. So often in fact, Daryl and I could never decide if we loved it, or hated it. But by the way our bodies moved to the beat like old times, it was clear we did not hate it.

“You look damn good in an apron.” I giggle out, I would have been shocked at my boldness if it was any other song. But this song makes a girl get what she wants.

“Ya think so?” Daryl asks, turning around with a soapy sponge in one hand and a dripping plate in the other. I nod and he sets the two things down, his eyes playful as he engulfs at me.

Soap was everywhere. Slipping wet through my hair, and dripping down my arms as he grabbed my hands and swung me in a dance. When I was pulled back into his chest his lips were by my ear, the song playing from his lips sounded much better.

“From the moment I laid eyes on ya,

This is what I said, I said a beautiful sight to see

Because everything that makes ya, you, means so much to me!” He spun me around once more before letting go and circling around me with bad dance moves. I pushed him to a stop before singing the rest of the song to him.

When that song was over one played that we haven’t heard before. But it was slow and beautiful. Daryl fit his soapy hand in mine and leaned down close to my ear. His lips danced shyly against my cheek as he spoke.

“Ya know, I don’t just dance for anybody,” He pulled away and looked at me with those beautiful eyes of his. An easy smile was on his soft lips, but only a fool would miss the anxiety ridden twitch they would have every couple seconds. He was nervous. I lend him courage with a squeeze of my hand and the words spilled out of him like butter. Like he was never more sure of anything. “Go on a date with me?”

We stopped our dancing as I gaped up at him. A date with Daryl? The thought of it made my heart swell.

“Nothing sounds more perfect.” A large smile breaks his intense stare as he gives me a kiss on the cheek, whispering in my ear he says.

“Keep ya eyes off the lake tomorrow, sunshine.” Words proceed me, as I just nod up at him like a love sick puppy. Nothing witty comes to me so we get back to work after he twirls me once more. We finished cleaning the kitchen with laughter, our horrible dance moves, and shy intimate looks at one another over our shoulders. He winked at me when he took the rag from my hand and finished the last dish. Oh I just can not wait for tomorrow.

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msjr0119 · 4 years

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One Temptation

Part 11

*This series is based on The Royal Romance characters who belong to Pixelberry - AU Plot switch*

Riley Brooks moves back to New York after leaving five years prior- struggling to get by in life she wanted to go home. After getting mugged, a woman and man come to her rescue and offer her a job at their strip club. A rich business man Liam Rhys is forced to visit the club as part of his bachelor party. What will happen that night?

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Warnings: Swearing, smut, verbal abuse.

*****

“Is the baby mine? Is Alice having a sibling?” Remaining silent, she placed her hand over her stomach. Closing her eyes, she knew exactly who the father was- regret? Maybe? Running away, Liam remained stood dormant overthinking the situation- if she was pregnant with his child they would be the perfect family- the family that he had always imagined. Although he would never confess what he had done to his children.

Drake ran after her, he had supported her last time so believed that he was the best shoulder for her to cry on.

“What are you doing sitting on the floor?” Noticing her sat on the kerb outside the hotel lobby, he knew she was upset- but didn’t realise that she was that upset to risk a cab running over her feet.

“I don’t know. I couldn’t stay in there. Maybe Bertrand and Savannah should have kept it as a family only invite. The baby shower, you punched him. Today I punched him- again. Now the whole of New York City will be thinking that I need to pay Maury a visit with Liam’s comment...” Referring to him assuming that the baby was his, she could imagine the headline on the Maury show ‘ex boyfriend cheats on me, impregnates the other woman. Then raped me years later. Now I’m pregnant and he believes that he is the father.’

“Liam would be able to support you both, he has the money to do that. Don’t ruin your second chance at being a Mom. I know he’s an arsehole, but that is your baby. I’ll support you as I did last time. I care about you too much to let you go through all of this alone. You also have Leo, Max and Bertrand. Please don’t abort another child. You’ll regret it again.”

“I’m not going to abort it. I can’t....”

“Good- I wouldn’t allow you to either, do you want me to take you home?” He interrupted her, thankful that she wasn’t going regret another decision.

“You didn’t let me finish what I was saying, Drake....”

“Sorry, what was you saying?”

“I’m not going to abort it. I can’t do it to us again.” Empathising the word ‘us’ Drake didn’t realise why- he just assumed that she meant her and the baby. “The baby isn’t Liam’s. After the rape, I had those tests done. They advised me to do a pregnancy test a month after- which I did and it was negative. I did another a week after that. The only person I’ve slept with is sat next to me. At your moms before I left and at the Crowne plaza...”

*****

Getting off the subway near Central Park, she was too punctual with her timings- not wanting to be stuck in the crowds waiting for him, she decided to have a stroll towards broadway and Times Square. It would be a fifteen minute walk, if she walked at a normal pace- knowing she would still be early, she would take her time.

Arriving at 7th Avenue, she was still too early to meet him. Noticing a group of people dancing, she paused as she watched Maxwell in the middle of them- Shaking her head, she should have known to expect him completing in such a thing. Forcing her way to the front of the crowd, she had time to support her best friend. Nearly having a heart attack, witnessing him do a back flip- she was relieved when he landed gracefully on two feet.

“Go, Maxi!” Hearing her voice, he wondered why she was there- leaving the troupe, he ran up to her- picking her up and swinging her around like a rag doll.

“Stranger! It’s good to see you!”

“I should have guessed that you’d be showing off. What are you doing here?”

“Well, I was due to meet Daniel for a drink, but I got distracted. You?”

“Erm, I’m meeting...” looking at the time, she needed to get her arse into gear and finish the brief reunion. “Max, I need to go. I’ll text you, we can meet up for a drink at some point?”

“Sounds like a plan.... I’ll text you tomorrow. Love ya!” Placing a kiss on her cheek, he returned to the circle - encouraging the crowd to join them.

......

Making her way further down the streets, she stopped abruptly causing the rush of people to ‘tut’ at her. Panic ran through her veins. Attempting to ignore the fact of who she had just seen, she had failed as his eyes locked onto hers - fuck, she murmured to herself.

“Riley!” Hearing his voice, she was trying desperately to get lost within the crowd until she felt his hand grip her arm.

“Liam, I’m actually really busy. I need to go.”

“As am I. I just wanted to say hi.”

“Hi. Goodbye.”

“Ri...” noticing that she couldn’t look at him, he knew he didn’t deserve it. “I came to the club when the police informed me about what you did, but you wasn’t there. I just want to say thank you.”

“I didn’t do it for you. I really need to go.”

“Before you do, I have a proposition for you... you seem to care about my daughter. This isn’t about us, I was going to ask you if you wanted to become her nanny, home school her. That way you could sort of get your dream job of being a teacher.”

“She has a nanny.”

“Yes she does, but Alice idolises you. I will buy you an apartment, pay you a good wage.” He is unbelievable. Fuck off liam.

“No thank you. Bastien is trying to gain your attention, a man in a suit is stood with him. See you around Liam.”

“Just consider it, please. I’ll Erm, text you or something?” Riley got her phone out as she left him, furious that he would even consider this- she knew Liam, and she knew that he would use his daughter as an excuse to get close to her. Li 💕 - forgetting that she had kept the love heart emoji next to his name all these years - she edited his name to ‘piece of shit’ then blocked him.

........

Riley made her way to the location where they had arranged to meet. Pausing as she got closer to him, she took a deep breath- and counted to ten. It’s going to be okay.

“Hi.” She said nervously as she tapped him on the shoulder.

“Hello. I didn’t think that you’d come. I got you these. You deserve everything and more.” Smelling the flowers, the scent surrounded them filled her senses.

“They are beautiful, thank you. So what do you need to talk about?”

“You. Me. Us.” Riley furrowed her eyebrows at the man stood in front of her.

“I don’t have time to be sentimental. I just want to look forward to my future- the last week or so I’ve been the happiest I’ve been in a long time.” Looking down towards the floor, he knew exactly what she was referring to. Feeling like she had stabbed him directly in the heart- all he could do was try to cheer her up. He didn’t want her to runaway again. Not knowing if he would be able to find her this time.

“I’ve booked a room in the Crowne Plaza, we can order room service- have a talk. I’ve missed you, it’s always been you. I... I love you. I just needed you to know.”

Ignoring the love, she put her hand in to his- this unexpected gesture formed a smile on his face

“Come on, I’m starving!” Internally scolding herself- she believed that she could cope with food then escape.

Walking through the lobby, he suggested having a few drinks at the bar before they headed up to the room. One drink, turned into two, turned into three- before she knew it she was staring at another empty glass. The alcohol had gone straight to her head- but her mind was still able to function, wondering what made her think it was a good idea to meet him in the first place. Wondering what other people would think. “Fuck it. Fuck them.” She muttered to herself. “More, please.” She slurred to the barmaid.

“I think you need to slow down.. have you actually eaten today?”

“No I haven’t. Don’t tell me what to do, please. You suggested ordering food, before we came here instead.”

“Ri....”

“Please don’t Ri me... you know life if shit. It sucks. There’s hope that it’ll get better, some days it does.. then some days it doesn’t...”

“I’m sorry. Come on, finish that then let’s get the food that was promised.”

Making their way upstairs, Riley stumbled but had the strong arms around her- supporting her, no matter how much anger she still had towards him, she was grateful. Opening the door, he immediately rung for room service knowing that she needed some food, making her a coffee this would also sober her up.

“Here, you don’t want a stinking hangover.” Smirking at him, she didn’t care about the hangover- she worked nights so would have time to recover. Accepting the coffee, she slowly slipped it.

“Thank you.” There was a moment of silence, he sat next to her- holding her hand. She had no energy to force him off of her- instead she turned her head towards him. Cupping her cheeks, he lent closer towards her- kissing her in a long lingering kiss- her drunk mind craved more. His gaze focused on her as he broke the kiss away- would she slap him across the face? Or punch him? Standing up, she bit her lip- turning to face him once more she held his gaze. A smile formed on his alluring mouth- don’t fuck this up, he thought to himself on repeat.

“You. Me. A hotel. Like old times eh? Shall we start over? My names.....” she placed a finger over his lips, as she lent down towards him and eventually straddled him.

“I know what your name is you moron. We have slept together before.” Pushing her away, he wanted to touch her more than anything.

“Ri... I’m on a break with Liv. I know you are still in love with Drake. He is madly in love with you. I saw him before, we went for a beer...” Seeing the disappointment creep up onto her face, he was unsure if it was due to his rejection or the mention of his name.

“You just said that you loved me... that you wanted to talk about ‘us’...I’m sorry I was abrupt when you said it, you’ve healed me once with heartbreak....”

“Riley, I’ve always loved you- since Florida. If there was a chance for us, I’d snap it up right here right now. But you don’t love me. It was just sex with no strings remember.... Drake.. he’s in love with you- wants a future with you, I could see the sincerity in his eyes and hear it in his voice.”

“I’m actually meeting someone on route, but thanks. See ya around Walker.”

“What time are you meeting the mystery lady?” Leo turned around, why is he assuming that I’m meeting a woman? Looking down towards the flowers, they were a huge giveaway.

“I am meeting Riley at half eleven...” Drakes heart sunk, hearing her name- knowing she had arranged to meet up with Leo, and had ignored his texts. Leo noticed Drakes sudden heartbreak written across his face.

“I’ll let you get off, you don’t want to keep her waiting. Tell her that I’m thinking about her, and that I’ll always love her...” Sighing, Leo knew that Drake did love her- believing that it was now time to talk as civil adults to hear his side of the story regarding his past. Give him a chance to explain.

“Walker, wait. Half the time she isn’t punctual, I don’t even know if she will actually show up. Why don’t we go for a beer? And you can explain what’s in that bag.”

Arriving at the Hard Rock Cafe, Leo wanted to be close to where he was meeting Riley incase he lost track of time then he could sprint to the location. Ordering them both a beer, Drake thanked him- not knowing how it was going to escalate. All he kept thinking about was Riley, as he had done ever since she had runaway from Texas.

“Is Riley okay?” Talking about the common factor between the two of them, he assumed it would break the awkward silence.

“Not really. Only had a few simple one worded texts off of her. You know when she left New York, there was only me who took time to try and find her. Spending that week with her, I fell in love with her every second I spent with her. At the time, I believed it was because we had been hurt by the same people. When you came on the scene, I knew that she was instantly attracted to you. So I never told her the truth. Why did you have to hurt her? She deserves happiness, she is the most caring person I’ve known- and every man she has been involved with has hurt her...”

“Leo, I love her too. She was carrying my baby- I didn’t want her to do that decision that she chose to. The woman that I was engaged to, it wasn’t love from my end. I agreed to the arrangement to help my family. Kiara’s father is rich, she had always told me that she loved me- she was suffocating- she stalked me everywhere. He offered to pay my family’s debts, to ensure that they kept their home- if I married her. I’d never fallen in love with any girl, so I thought why not? I believed that I would possibly fall in love with her eventually. But it just got worse as time went by. I broke off the engagement, I didn’t really care about the consequences and came here. Started a new life, made new friends- I thought I’d found the love of my life. I didn’t want to hurt her.” Leo sipped the beer, slowly- Drakes words slowly sinking in. They were both in love with the same woman- Leo was also in love with another. Olivia had realised that their was much more to his relationship with Riley- so they both agreed to have a break.

“So what’s in the bag then?” Drake nervously, took out the two boxes.

“If and when Riley ever spoke to me again, I thought I’d treat her, as an apology for the misunderstanding- the lack of communication from my end.” Opening the first box, there was a gold bracelet. Fuck me, I need to get a new job if he can afford things like that.

“This, this is a ring I sort of designed- a personal touch. My grandmother would be turning in her grave in she knew what I’ve done...” Explaining to Leo that he had the diamonds from his grandmothers ring removed and cleaned- the jewellery store added them to a band with a few extra diamonds. “Was you planning on proposing to her?”

“In the future, yes. But it all doesn’t matter anymore. She won’t respond to my texts or calls.”

“She’s a stubborn mofo. Can you love her more than I can?” Leo asked, Drake was confused by this question- not knowing if he knew the answer.

Leo reiterated what had happened when he had seen Drake, missing out the personal detail regarding the gifts as well as the future plans of a proposal.

“By the sounds of it, this Kiara is in love with him but he never loved her. He agreed to the proposal to help his family. He ended the engagement and moved here. When I bumped in to him, he had been somewhere to get you a gift. You need to talk to him...I’m always going to be here, I’m always going to protect you and love you.” Pulling her down towards him, he pressed his lips onto hers- the rest of his words that he was going to say were now lost against her mouth. He kissed her softly, his heart wanted more even after all this time. Breaking, the kiss, he stood up abruptly - leaving Riley confused with his actions.

And hold me while you wait

I wish that I was good enough (hold me while you wait)

If only I could wake you up (hold me while you wait)

My love, my love, my love, my love

Won't you stay a while? (Hold me while you wait)

I wish you'd cared a little more (hold me while you wait)

“Where are you going?”

Holding her in a tight hug, he stayed there a while- knowing there was no future for the two of them, not yet anyway. He was happy for her if Drake was the one. At this moment in time, all he wanted to do was hug her- but had something to do before they said goodbye.

“I’ll be back in a minute....”

......

Leo had been gone longer than a minute, Riley began picking at the food that he had ordered them. Sobering up gradually, she wasn’t sure if it was due to boredom or the food. Hearing the door open, she wanted to inform him that she was madly in love with Drake and apologise for allowing the kiss to happen.

“You said you’d be a minute, I know you flunked math but come on Leo. Surely know how to tell the time.... oh... Drake...”

“He flunked math? He said he was a smart ass at school, just wait until I see him...”

“How are you?” Changing the subject, she didn’t know what else to say- knowing the reason why Leo was longer than he said, she was sure this was his way of getting them both to talk.

“Better than you by the looks of it. You’re going to have a stinking hangover in the morning.”

“Leo said exactly those words too... alcohol is good for healing heartbreak....I just wish that you’d have warned me about your past before we went to your moms...” kneeling down beside her, he had hoped that he could talk to her openly- Leo had given them both this chance. Giving up his own happiness, to try and get them both together. Walker, go into the room- grab your girl. If you hurt her again- I’ll kill ya. Don’t let me down- prove that you can love her more than I could.

“I wish that I did, I didn’t tell you because it was over. That is the reason I left Texas...”

“I know, Leo told me.”

“I’m so sorry that you found out the way you did. If I believed it was going to cause problems, I’d have told you straight away. I didn’t want to lose you...I went back to Texas, I told them straight...”

“You don’t have to explain...”

“But I do. They were awful to you. It’s all my fault.” Seeing tears creep into his face, she stood up and led him over towards the bed. Sitting beside him, her eyes were beginning to leak too.

“Drake.. don’t cry please. People treat me like shit, I’m used to it.. I’m going to take it to my grave.” Shrugging her shoulders, she decided to make a joke out of her life- laughing, she wiped the tears away from his cheeks. “Can you take something else to your grave?” Riley was confused, Drake held both of her hands. Looking into her eyes, he would fight to win her back no matter how long it would take him. “I love you, can you please take my words to your grave with you. I know you probably don’t believe me- but I’m being honest. It will always be you. I’m going to go home. Enjoy your night with Leo...” Feeling as if she was some type of virus, that people were avoiding- she wasn’t going to allow another man to leave her without any explanation.

“Drake, don’t go...”

“Why?”

“I... I’ve.. for fuck sake Drake, I’ve missed you... I’m sorry I’ve ignored you.”

“I’ve missed you too, you’re the first and last thought of my day... I don’t blame you, but I wish you’d have talked to me.”

“You should know me by now, I get a thrill out of running away from my problems.”

“I better get you some baby reins then? Keep you close to me... I mean close to us... I mean... fuck. It was a joke, Ri. Just ignore me...”

“I wouldn’t mind being close to you...”

“I wouldn’t mind you being close to me Miss Brooks...” closing the distance between the two of them, he tilt her chin upwards- brushing his thumb over her lips, she closed her eyes. Leaning down, he gently placed his lips on to hers.

“Ri, I want you in my arms again. So much. But you’ve been drinking, I’ve had a couple...” she gazed at him, with her sparkling baby blues.

“Leo got me a coffee and food, I’ve sobered up a bit.” Looking at her with a sorrowful expression, she shook her head. “What the fuck do you want from me Drake?”

“I wanted you! I’ve always wanted you. You keep fucking shutting me out. I can’t do anything right with you can I?”

“Maybe you should have fucking warned me about an ex fiancée and the psychotic family that you have!”

“Maybe you should have fucking spoken to me rather than fuck off! We had sex, then poof you’re gone. As you always fucking do. You’re not the only one who’s fucking broken, Riley!”

“Oh yeah. Why are you broken Drake? Have you got a psychotic ex who raped you? Have you been attacked verbally by your boyfriends fucking family? Do you have people criticise you for what you do for a living?”

“I’m broken because the woman I love keeps shutting me out- but goes for a lunch date with the man who raped her, then drops the charges. Oh and she chose to kill my baby!”

“It wasn’t a fucking date! It was a quick lunch. Where he actually confessed what he did. I would never forgive him. I did what I thought was right about the baby- and everyday that goes by is proving that it was the right decision. You’re a fucking jerk. I’m going.” Grabbing her wrist, not allowing her to leave- he felt awful for the words that had been exchanged. Pinning her arm against the wall, no words were spoken- instead their facial expressions had a silent argument.

“You’re a fucking stubborn bitch, Riley Brooks.” Feeling his hot beer infused breath linger on her - she had also regretted the way she had spoken to him. All the anger let out in a full rage. Drakes mouth descended onto hers; not gently- but passionately and demanding. Both giving into the temptation, the desire that they had both been craving for weeks. His tongue brushed against her lower lip- waiting for permission to enter- both their tongues battled and curled around each other. Breaking the kiss, he rest his forehead against hers- still holding her wrist pinning her arm against the wall- he moved his hand into hers, intertwining their fingers.

“I’m sorry, Ri. I didn’t mean to say all of that...”

“I’m sorry too.” Leaning forward to kiss her neck, he released her arm which immediately went around his waist pulling him flush to her. Feeling like she was melting away with every touch he made along her neck and shoulders- she placed her hand under his shirt, feeling his toned body. Wanting to do more than feel- she was eager to see him, even though she was stubborn to ignore him for weeks she had deep down missed him. Removing his jacket and shirt in an urgent manner after feeling her touch his bare skin, he wanted to give her more access. Noticing her baby blues fixated towards his bulge- he gulped as her delicate fingers fumbled with his zipper and pulled it down- carefully pulling his manhood free from his boxers.

Her fingers wrapped around his cock, instantly they began sliding up and down over the tip of his shaft while her thumb circled his cock head. He instantly had a full erection, it wasn’t only he that had missed her. “Ri...”

“Shhh...” her eyes searched his, as she continued to rub him- smiling softly at him as he let out a low growl. “I’m close...” feeling the sensation of pleasure pour out of him- he arched his back as he orgasmed, Riley kept her eyes locked onto his as the hot sperm exploded into her hand.

“I’m sorry...” Referring to the mess in her in hands, he wished that he didn’t allow her to touch him like that.

“Don’t be, I instigated it.” Smiling at him, she made her way to the bathroom. Hearing the tap, he didn’t know what to do- watching his cock deflate like a popped balloon, he decided to put it away after quickly wiping it with a serviette. Sitting on the bed, he checked his phone quickly.

Well you haven’t begged to meet me. I assume it’s going well?

Sort of.

What you mean sort of?

It started off well, all the miss you’s- then we insulted each other.....

Oh fuck. Then what?

Then she jerked me off.

And I assume you are going to continue? Like, fuck her senseless? If not, I can do it. 🤔

No Leo. I’m not called you. If we have sex, it’s making up sex- not just a fuck. I appreciate what you’ve given up, for me. For her. I promise I’m not going to hurt her, and I’ll repay you somehow.

Don’t worry about it. Myself and Riley would have never worked out. Maybe I should have told her before? I’m happy for you both. If I get charged for your cum stains, you better cough up Walker. 😆

Leo, I don’t know what’s happening. I’ll pay you the money that you paid for the room. Deal?

Deal. Enjoy 😉

“Drake? Are you okay?" Asking as she returned from the bathroom - her blue eyes twinkling as she sat on the edge of the bed next to him.

Drake coming back to his senses, held her in his arms- wondering what was next for them. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thank you for ... you know...”

“You don’t need to thank me. I feel like I owe you more than a hand job, the way I ran out on you. The way I’ve ignored you.”

“You don’t owe me anything...”

Laying backwards, the soft feeling of her body pressed against his bare chest as she rest on him providing deep passionate kisses. Almost like deja vu, she sat up- releasing his cock again.

While her tongue slid all over the sensitive skin of his shaft, he drank in the sight of her - not knowing why he was allowing her to pleasure him yet again. Sucking the head of his cock between her soft lips, she began to run her tongue around the tip- looking up at him with those beautiful eyes of hers. Feeling the warm blood rushing to fill his rapidly growing member- it wasn’t deflated anymore. Drake quickly slipped from beneath her and rolled himself on to her before she had a chance to react. She was pinned lying on her back, as his dick nestled in between her legs.

“Drake? What the fuck?" Kissing her lips, his hands cupped her breasts- the fabric of her dress being a burden he wished that he could touch her bare skin.

“I want you to fuck me" she whispered close to his lips- smelling the strong scent of alcohol lingering on her breath he was in a dilemma. She seemed sober, sober enough to consent.

“I need you to be sure Ri. I want you to be sure. I don’t know what’s going on between us- I don’t know if you want what I want?”

This is you, this is me, this is all we need

Is it true? My faith is shaken, but I still believe

This is you, this is me, this is all we need

So won't you stay a while?

“I want you Drake, please... even if it’s just for tonight...” Just for tonight? I want you forever. Standing up, he discarded the remainder of his clothes- Riley stood up and did the same before laying back on the bed. Not wanting to jump straight into sex, as she asked for, he laid next to her- feeling her soft hands gently pumping up and down his member.

"Do you want this Drake?" Riley asked insistently. Nodding, she threw a leg over his body and began straddling him. Resting her hips on his thighs - her hand still rubbed his cock head, she was his drug- he was addicted, every touch made him want to cum again. Lifting her hips up, she guided him to her wet entrance. Placing her hands on to his chest, she slowly sunk her hips down, allowing for his cock to enter through the tightness of her sex.

"Oh Riley, I’ve missed you..." Drake barely moaned- watching her lift her body up, allowing his cock to slide almost out of her then settle back down.

“I’ve missed you too- I forgot how this felt... with you...." she moaned as his cock plunged back into her as she slid back down. Drake didn’t want her to do all the work, he couldn't resist anymore and forced his hips upwards, driving the last few inches of him into her warm walls.

She had asked for this and Drake was going to give it to her- not knowing what would happen afterwards, but he didn’t care at this moment in time. He was in a trance with her being so close to him again. Reaching his hands up, he cupped her breasts- tweaking at the buds whilst rapidly thrusting his hips up and down. "Oh my god. Yes... oh Drake..." Riley couldn’t contain her moans escaping from her lips, attempting to match his rhythm - she failed miserably. Leaning forward, she was practically laid on his chest as he continued thrusting inside of her.

“Cum for me baby...” He practically begged through gritted teeth.

“I am Drake... Yes!" she moaned. This encouragement, as well as the sudden trickle of her juices made his speed increase not knowing if he could go any faster. The orgasm was so strong that Drake felt her insides slowly contracting back and forth around him. Forcing her off of him, he slipped out- he was ready to cum but wanted to give her something. Spreading her legs, he licked up and down the length of her folds. Sucking her clit between his lips- flicking his tongue eagerly over the top of her pleasure spot- she screamed, unable to remain silent.

Removing his lips and tongue, Drake slowly made his way up her body- lining himself up the full length of his cock plunged into her- causing her back to arch as he resumed to penetrate her. Feeling the pleasure of his own orgasm building up inside of him- knowing he was close, he held onto her breasts as his load of warm cum shot up inside of her. His hands remained on her body as he continued to twitch inside of her.

“Is that what you wanted?” Drake asked sarcastically, as he removed himself out of her and laid next to her. Feeling as if he had ran a marathon with the rhythm of his breathing- he held her hand.

“Didn’t you?”

“Of course I did.”

“Well then.” Smiling softly at him, she rest her head onto his chest.

The morning after, Riley woke up before Drake- their limbs entangled together. They had sex a few more times, each time became more passionate. Not knowing how to feel about the previous night- she was unsure what it was. Was it another ‘one night stand’ between the two of them? Was it a move that would initiate their relationship again? Uncertainty ran through her mind. Regretting not using protection, even though she would be to blame with the persistence she had. Kissing him on the forehead, she got dressed- writing him a note on a serviette.

Drake, thank you for last night. I’ve got things to do, I’ll text you. Ri xo

Afraid that he may believe that it was a mistake, she knew it was best to just leave without saying a word.

******

“Drake? Say something. Please... you said more when you believed that the baby was Liam’s..”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I’ve done this to you again...”

“It’s takes two to tango... do you want this baby?” Placing his hand over her stomach, he remained silent for a few seconds. Keeping his hand there, he looked up to face her.

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted, Ri. I wanted to keep the other one... “ Standing up, he helped her up- Pulling her into his embrace a smile finally crept onto his face.

“Shit Bertrand still has the test.... he’s holding my piss...” Laughing at her random comment, brought him out of his thoughts.

“Don’t worry about it. Bartie pissed and puked all down him yesterday...”

“Ah, so that’s why he wasn’t in his usual vest top attire when he came to see me... Drake, I was drunk that night in the hotel room before you arrived as you know. I was heartbroken still, I was ready to sleep with Leo- but he pushed me away.... he told me...”

“He told you that he loved you...” Riley nodded, feeling guilty- feeling like a slut giving herself to her friend that loved her more than a friend.

“If you feel the same about him, I want you to be happy. I’ll still support you with our baby...”

“Drake, I’ve slept with Leo and Maxwell in the past. Friends with benefits, with Max we was so drunk we cringed about it the morning after... I love them both, but the love is best friend love. I want to be with the father of my children. I love you, it broke my heart when I believed that you was engaged- I felt like a hypocrite, I felt like I did exactly what Madeleine did to me...”

“I love you too. Children? You mean child. We can work through this Ri.. move in with me and Max... quit work... I promised you that I’d look after you before and I am going to keep that promise...”

“I don’t want to quit work, I enjoy it. Gill has looked after me, she treats me well. Those weeks after we slept together, I spent a lot of time with her, she convinced me to talk to you- I don’t know why I avoided you? I can’t just leave her in the shit...”

“Ri, we are having a baby. A second chance for the both of us. I want us to live together, bring it up together... I want us to be a family...”

“Have you forgotten about Maxwell?”

“He won’t mind, until we get on our feet we can both live there... please. We will go back inside and tell him.”

****

Walking back inside, Drake placed his hand into hers- feeling nervous, in a way she was glad that Bertrand was persistent with her taking the test. However, she dread what the outcome from other people would be, especially Bianca and Leona.

“Sav, Mom, Aunt Leona...” Drake shouted for his family to come towards them. Praying that they would accept the news and welcome Riley into the family. “Please no, don’t force me to talk to them.” She whispered, as her body began to tremble.

“Ri, you’re family now. If they don’t like it, they can fuck themselves. They will never see this baby if they treat you any different.” Gulping, she felt her hands become more clammy- her heart was practically jumping out of her chest.

“Myself and Riley have some news... we are having a baby.” Kissing her on the cheek, his hand lingered over her stomach. Bianca could now tell how happy her son was, he loved this girl. If there was a second chance at happiness, she was going to support her son and grandchild as she was doing with her daughter.

“I’m so happy for you both. Congratulations..”

“Riley, Drake was a nightmare as baby- just to warn you. He kept Bianca and Jackson up all night... you better get your sleep in now...”

“I’m going to be an Auntie. Bartie is going to have a cousin. Welcome to the family, Riley.” Savannah was beaming, knowing how upset her brother had been. Pulling the two of them in for a hug, Riley felt more at ease with the comments- only for a brief second.

“Welcome to the family? There’s a chance that the baby could be mine!”

“Liam, the baby isn’t yours. Can you leave my family alone?” Forcing Riley behind him, he was ready for a stand off with his old friend- someone who had turned into his arch-enemy overnight.

“She was mine before you Drake... we both have had sex with her.”

“You raped me!”

“He did what?” Drake gulped, he didn’t tell his family regarding the abuse she had received from Liam and Rita. It was none of their business, but now Bianca had questioned this he was unsure about how it was going to elaborate.

“Liam and my old boss, drugged me and then he raped me..”

“Why isn’t he in prison?” Anger was now building through Bianca’s veins, knowing why Drake was so protective over her.

“I dropped the charges, he has a daughter to provide for...”

“Listen Mr Rhys, stay away from my son and daughter in law.” Everyone came over hearing the altercation, all providing the Walkers with support.

“Leo, back me up. We’re brothers.” Leo wrapped his arms around Riley’s waist, kissing her on the cheek.

“The minute you hurt Riley all those years ago, you lost me as your brother. I’ll be fighting for custody over Alice if you carry on causing trouble for everyone...” Liam looked at everyone who was scowling at him, knowing he wasn’t going to win this debate but he wasn’t ready to let it go without a fight.

“This isn’t over Riley. I am not having another man bring up my child. I am paying for you to have a DNA test before that baby is born. Do not try to stop me!” Storming off, Riley’s body began to shake- she was an emotional wreck, Leo attempted to comfort her but knew she needed Drake.

“I don’t need a DNA test, I know that you’re the father... It could harm the baby or I could miscarry. I can’t lose another baby.” Resting her head, in the crook of his neck- he held her attentively. Wishing that Liam would back off, he was appreciative that everyone had stuck by him, Riley and his family.

“You’re not going to. You have all of us, he can’t force you to do anything.” Bianca looked at her son, placing the item in his pocket- she smiled softly, hoping that he would understand the reasoning why.

#trr #trr fanfic #trr au one temptation #drake x riley #liam x riley #maxwell x riley #leo x riley #drake walker #liam rhys #leo rhys #maxwell beaumont #riley brooks #bianca walker #savannah walker #bertrand beaumont

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Ok this was supposed to be a quick draw and a description to go with, that blew into a full chapter and now it's also on Ao3 SO happy reading ig idk

I never see Shane works that don't go all in for romance nor explore the more realistic ugly parts of recovery, and I kind of crave That TM. So let me have at it too with the self-insert whump mumbo jumbo; no romo version.

Set post-8 hearts event, Farmer Uidelsib is two years or so in, full house built and married to Emily. They/them pronouns, same as me.

Diverges from then on, Shane-centric from an outside POV for the most part.

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Take that can away if you can.

Gulp it down. Chapter 1/2/3/4

There's a few to-know to survive life in society, in the valley; there's no good way to comment on the age nor weight of both resident housewives, you can't say no to Evelyn's homemade cookies- and why would you, you fool-, you do not fight at the Saloon or you'll get no cheese anymore on your pizza and only sparkling water for drinks, and-

And you don't mess with Shane's alcohol related ritual.

Except I did, that night, because you do that, when your two-years long friendship with the guy taught you better than letting his impulses overcome yours, when your buddy is trying to recover from teenage long-lasting into early adulthood, trauma-enhanced heavy addiction, and you know, you know tomorrow he'll feel like absolute shit and question his right to therapy the moment he'll stop his pounding skull from splitting. Wonders what a three-dosage paracetamol can do.

At least he doesn't drink it out anymore.

So yeah, when you're in my shoes, you get that Joja store-bought crap out of Shane's hand, and you brace yourself for the incoming lash out.

The first fractions of seconds are always those to look closely into most. It's only a glimpse, but before the scowl slips on like a well-worn boxing glove ready to strike, there is always this open page I learned I needed to decipher as quick as I could.

Tonight, it's heartbreaking. When I peck his forehead- doting big sibling habits die hard, even when you're actually the youngest of the pair- the eyes I catch looking at me are so confused and bare of any emotion, except for the sorrow that goes beer-soaked tears, it pangs. I get used to the breakdowns, working in the fields I do when I'm off the farm's, but it's not the same when it's a friend.

When I straighten back, offensive beverage in hand, it's already gone in a flinch, away from the empty space behind the chair and onto the table, as he snarls.

"Wha- giv'me back- 's mine!" I don't know how much he drunk before he met up with me, but from the slurring, it's a Lot. A season and a half into sobriety. That's harsh.

I ignore him and walk behind him, pondering where to put the beer for now.

"Y-you can't just do that! It's my booze I got with m'money, not some- who d'you think you are?-" He sputters indignantly, angry tears fewer than the sad ones but still there. He tries to turn around and grab behind his back, but the wild movement is way off and only gets the chair to nearly topples down. I rush in time to stabilize it, and profit off the moment to set a strong hand on his shoulder.

"I can just do that, 'cus it's my house I got with my money, and I think I'm your pal who knows when you've had enough. Dude, I trust you to be an adult, but minutes before, you were already so torched I had to keep your neck upright so you didn't faceplant into the table, and you nearly just kissed my floor good evening. Not to mention you clung to my arms the whole way from the little entry stairs to the kitchen because, quoting, 'If I don't I'll fall in the hole and won't get up'."

I turn to the fridge again, going to open it, before I think better of it. Likely enough, we'll both forget it was there in the first place, it'll stink up my fridge- it's Joja's- and it'll be money out of Shane's pocket for nothing. I set it on the counter, with the rest of the pack. He'll put it to cool down when he's back to Marnie's. Or he won't, probably.

That's not a worry for now.

When I caught up with him, it was a few feet below my doorstep; he'd probably slipped up trying to climb the three steps up to it, and settled for it. He was nursing that same can, muttering to himself, head down, curled up on himself. Except for that leg sticked out, he probably hurt it when he fell, I'll have to look at that and work on it if it's too swollen. Hopefully that'll spare us from a visit to Harvey's.

Bad memories. Not mine, and it's warm and not raining outside, but. Déjà-vu.

Anyways, he looked the picture of "help I've fallen and I can't get up- and even if I can I won't because Fuck You", and it's been a hassle to have him cooperate. But when I asked if he wanted to leave, he shook his head with a fervor no somnolent drunk should have. That resulted in a lovely streak of vomit down the wall right next to the door. That's also for later. If Eryza doesn't lap it up. Ew. This cat's never predictable.

Now, he's staring at his hands, sitting at my table, contemplating something too far down for me to see- or maybe just zoning out with a sleeping brain. Then he mumbles. "Sorry."

I get back to the table and sit at arm's length across of him. "Nah, 's okay. I don't mind being a helping hand or touchy-feely, must be the frog-eater in me. Not for the helping part." I'd chuckle but my quip falls on deaf ears.

I go to put my hand over his. When he doesn't blink at it, I try and shake a reply out of him, gently. He startles and hawkeyes our joined fingers. When he's finally looking at me, I raise a single eyebrow. He doesn't say anything, but when he pulls back his arm, I let him. We both straighten up, and it's hard to keep up the eye contact.

"So…" There's a heavy air on us. Suddenly, like the last year didn't happen, we're sitting a stride away of each other, and yet it feels like he's all the way back to the forest, looking down at waves.

"Do you want me to do something?" I bend myself a little closer to him, not moving otherwise.

He puts his head in his hands, shivering. Can't tell if it's the AC or his system kicking the alcohol out, or itself, in stress. I think I hear something, but it might as just be his shuddering breath.

"Shane" I insist, voice level, not pressing. "I need words. I want to help, I truly don't mind, but I need words to know what to do." He's never shown signs of going nonverbal before. If he does, I'll improvise. Until then… I need words.

Time ticks slowly as we wait. Then, with great effort and deep fatigue, he drags his palms up from under his nose to his temple, spreading some snot and wet tears across his face from his scrunched shut eyes. Lips trembling but finally showing, that attempt to let out a sound that's not too garbled. He coughs, sniffles a bit, breathe in again, sounding like a sick dog, and blows through gritted teeth before his jaws go slack. Eyes still closed, he whispers, and I have to lower myself some more toward his crouched form to catch it.

"Can I get something to drink…?" His voice is hoarse.

The demand could be comical, if we were into sour humor. And we usually are. But right now, we're not finding the joke in the lines. I stand silently, and as I walk to the fridge again, I let my hand brush his shoulder- same spot as before.

I take a minute to choose, look into the pantry. When I'm back at the table with my items of choice, he's still sitting there, his cheek is cushioned on his arms, face hidden from view. His shoulder, except for the occasional tremor, rise and fall in rythm with his snores. Breaks my heart to interrupt that, but not really. Hangovers are mean bitches with the sharpest nail art on the blackest of boards.

"Psst, dude. C'mon." I rustle his hair backward. He hates when I do that, says it tickles, and it makes him sneeze. So I obligatory do it once a day if I can. Let's say today's my late quota for the last four days I haven't seen him.

He gruffly tells me to kindly refrain from such pleasantries, and raise bleary eyes back up at the table. I can also guess he tried to bat a hand at me, but his coordination is off and he slaps himself lightly on the ear. Then he glares bewildered at his hand for a few seconds, obviously insulted. I profit of this moment to grab a small basin from under the sink, on second thought.

When he brings his attention back to me, I'm sitting again. Between us, a jug of fresh milk from this morning, a small sack of peppers, and a juice carafe sit aside a green glass bottle. There's also some bread, mostly for me to munch on. Because, hmmm dough. He squints at it all, especially at the bottle. Probably trying to read the label.

"Yeah no, didn't get you one of my best wine, not sorry."

"Hot pepper… juice?" He looks at the actual peppers next to it. "With actual peppers?" And then I get the squint too.

"Hmph, I know you like your elongated hell tomatoes, man, what can i say."

At that, a feeble snort.

I decide that it is the highlight victory of my soirée.

"Welp, have at it." I gesture to the half-liter liquor glass right by his left.

He fumbles with the drinks and some splashes around, but I lay back on my chair, arms crossed, letting him do his thing. While I don't hold back from growing downright doting on him when I got to- or even when I don't- I don't see how more devotion right now would be not smothering. He can break my fancy glass cups if he wants and spill my milk, so long he doesn't cut himself or cry over it.

Now, you could be thinking that plain water would have done the trick just fine, if not better, in rehydrating him. Here's the thing, though; going from booze to tasteless liquid, for Shane, that's a sure way to puking his heart out. And I'd rather not have us deal with an acid bile throat burn on top of near alcohol poisoning. Sorry to not spare you the squeamish details, but his oesophagus is pretty sensitive ever since that stomach pumping back at the clinic. Hot fiery hell fruits he can do just fine, with relative moderation and hydratation- hence the milk and juice- but liquor bursting its way back from his guts? Nuh uh.

It had taken lots of coaxing, but he'd explained the plain tastes, or lackthereof, were very hard for him to deal with, especially when contrasting with strong ones like beers and whiskeys. I'd shackle it to gustative hypostimulation, but I don't know enough about him that way to say. He'd said sparkling water was a good compromise.

But I don't have sparkling water, because I do not like suffering.

I might buy a pack for when he visits though.

And I do know a handful about him already. Shackle that to perceptiveness and a stubborn streak on top of a year and so long camaraderie.

And having a certain uncontrollable fear of failing to act quick the next time coped with by accumulating information and patterns compulsively.

I shake my head to focus on the present again. He's switched from juices to soaking bread in milk to eat it small portion after small portion. He pauses in mid-bite when he catches me staring. He's still hunched on himself and red-faced and a tad bloated. His cheeks are drying and he's blown his nose. I smile calmly. Worst of the storm passed, unless I screw up and blow it.

"Ywou wan' chom'?" He offers a dripping piece of bread. In moments like this, when he's sobering but not quite, the resemblance with Jas are unmistakable. The glint in his reddened eyes that open wide, and his blank-but-not-quite wondering expression, it's all here to paint a scrutinizing but vulnerable picture of tired but bright minds.

"Nah thanks. You done with that milk?"

"...Sure." He eyes it, wary. He knows where this is going, and he doesn't like it. I take the drink off the table, and his gaze follows my movement until I bring it to my lips.

He frowns. A silent warning.

And as I lock onto him with a dead stare, not blinking a millisecond, I down the rest of the 2 liters jug in three, five gulps. I even take the time to lick my new mustache away, and close my mouth with a click of my tongue.

His expression is the macabre marriage of beffudled horror and pure affliction, disgust if you will. The face of someone who doesn't hate milk, but has grown out of it enough to not be able to live off the stuff like the brave souls I'm apart of. And probably with reason, as I actually can't, like most 20+ years old, digest the liquid in large amount. But I smile like a smug cat, perfectly content.

Cats really can't digest milk once adults, it's all social mythos.

We silently judge and fuck with each other like that for a while more, as more time passes, until the room's elephant gets it all humid with its prancing around. Enough that tears and nervous sweats start again, for no apparent reasons but the residual anxiety from the whole chain of events that led to this.

"I think we should talk about this."

--- to be continued.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 5 years

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Omega Boy

Summary (request): I was wondering if you were open to writing an Omega!Sam x Alpha!Reader? Like, maybe they're true mates and when they meet, the reader triggers Sam's heat, but he's able to keep it under control and gets the readers number. And when he goes home, it gets worse and Dean tries to help (not in a sexual way) and they end up calling the reader and slight smut and fluff?

Pairing: Omega!Sam x Alpha!reader

Square: Biting

Word Count: 1,600ish

Rating: mature (language, smut, claiming/biting)

A/N: Also written for @spnkinkbingo

“Sorry, sweetie. Tall and handsome got the last of it,” said your bartender. You glanced down the bartop a few spots, seeing a man turn back your way.

“S’okay,” you said. “I’ll take whatever’s on tap then.”

The man gave you a friendly smile.

Then you caught his scent.

You blinked a few times, shaking out your head at the instincts that were running through you.

Omega. Your Omega. Mine. Claim. Protect. Home. Mine. Partner. Omega. Pack. Family. Safe. Mine.

You swallowed and got a hold of yourself like that, glancing at the Omega who looked nothing of the sort. He did seem a little uncomfortable and you hoped you hadn’t started drooling over him.

“Uh, sorry about the beer,” he said. You smiled. He was just sweet was all. Of course your Omega was going to be sweet. He smelled sweet, like a-

He started to laugh and you blushed, tucking your hair behind your ear. God, you could feel how hot your face was.

“I could pay for that drink of yours to make it up to you,” he said, not a sliver of nerves about him.

How the hell this guy wasn’t reacting to meeting his true mate like you, you’d never know. Then again, you’d never met an Omega that looked bigger than most Alphas.

“Maybe,” you said, sliding down one seat, the Alpha in you refusing to go all the way over though. “I was looking forward to that beer after the day I’ve had.”

“Really?” he said, sliding into the spot beside you with a smirk. “You seem more highbrow than some cheap IPA.”

“What do I seem like?” you asked, leaning against the counter.

“Smooth bourbon. Or a strawberry wine. Maybe a bit of both,” he said.

“You’re an appletini,” you said with a giggle, the guy breaking into a big smile and chuckle. “No, no, something with musk. Maybe a scotch.”

“Would you like a glass?” he asked.

“Sure. You are buying after all.”

“Sam,” you said to yourself when you got home from the bar. “Sam Winchester. Oh you are such a Sam.”

You you were planning on calling him the next day, invite him out for lunch. After talking to him for the better part of an hour, it was obvious he knew what the two of you were. But he was still taking things slow which was more than okay with you. It made your Alpha instincts all warm and fuzzy to know your future Omega was happy and felt safe around you.

After a quick snack, you headed for bed, smiling when your phone rang and Sam’s name popped up.

“Omega boy,” you said with a smile when you answered. “How’s it going?”

“Not your Omega boy,” said a gruff voice. “You Y/N?”

“Who’s this?” you growled, the hairs on your arms standing up. Maybe Sam hadn’t made it home okay. Or-

“His brother, Dean, and I need you to get your ass over here now. You sent him into heat and it’s bad. None of the usual crap is working to fix it and he mentioned you and just get over here. Now.”

“So...are you guys like some kind of doomsday people?” you asked, following Dean down the stairs in their bunker. You caught sight of a library and smiled. “Oh, I bet Sam loves that.”

“Yeah, he does,” said Dean, grabbing your arm and leading you down a hall.

“Well excuse me,” you said, shaking out of it. “I could smell him the second I walked in here. I know where to go.”

“Well I don’t know you and he’s vulnerable right now. So get in there, get him through the mess you caused and get out. If you claim him, so help me-“

“Excuse me but I think that’s the Omega’s right to decide whether or not that happens,” you spat back. “And mine.”

“You don’t want this, trust me,” he said.

“He’s my true mate. It’s our decision and-“

“And I am telling you, Sammy wouldn’t want this. Our lives our incredibly messed up. He’s not dragging you into it and I’m not letting-“

“Hey,” said Sam, leaning around a doorframe. He looked horrible and in pain, his nose twitching up at you. “Dean. I get where you’re coming from, trust me, I do. But I got to do this.”

“You’re going to bring her, some chick that probably sits in a freaking cubicle all day-“

“Hey!” you said.

“She’s not a hunter,” said Dean.

“I know. I know, Dean,” said Sam with a wince.

“I don’t care. It’s not happening. We made a deal, no civilians,” said Dean.

“I think we listen to what Sam wants,” you said. “It sounds like he made up his mind.”

“If he didn’t feel so awful, Sam would be saying the same thing. We’re trying to protect you,” he said.

“Dean,” said Sam, closing his eyes. “We will teach her. We’ll keep her safe. But she’s my mate, dude. I gotta…”

“...If I find out you’re one of those dickhead Alphas, you and me are going to have problems,” said Dean, narrowing his eyes at you. “Now go take care of him.”

He brushed past you and you heard a door open and close, Sam sighing.

“Sorry. Alpha big brothers mean well but…”

“I got one. Trust me. I understand,” you said. Sam nodded, leaning more against the wall for support now. “Do you-“

“You’re going to claim me, Alpha,” he said, standing up tall, taking a deep breath. “Now get me in bed before I fall over.”

“Y/N,” groaned Sam, his hips falling out of rhythm with yours. “Y/N.”

“Almost ‘mega,” you said, grinding down on him hard. You were leaned over top of him, kissing his neck. He started to shift and you could feel him plant his feet and thrust up hard. You sunk your teeth into his neck the second you felt him come, biting down hard and Sam gasping as you felt like you were smacked in the face. All of those feelings from earlier settled down into something peaceful and you rode him through it, Sam burrowing his face in your neck when you clenched around him and knotted him.

“Wow,” Sam breathed out when you stopped moving. You panted and lay on top of him for a moment, quickly rolling the two of you to your sides, chests pressed against one another. “I ain’t going anywhere anytime soon, am I?”

“Don’t count on it,” you said, rubbing your hand softly around his fresh red mark, kissing the pain away. “Did I hurt you, Omega?”

“No, Alpha,” he hummed, giving you a smile as he glanced down. “Felt good. I feel so good you don’t even know.”

“I know a little bit,” you teased, nuzzling into his chest. “I’m sorry I caused your heat like that.”

“S’fine. It’s a pretty common reaction,” he said, stretching out his long limbs, wrapping his arms around your back. “Mmm, you’re toasty.”

“Don’t let word get out that I like to be little spoon,” you said. He chuckled, the vibrations rumbling through his chest. “Can I ask you a question, Sam?”

“I have a feeling we’ll be asking each other lots of questions,” he teased. “Go ahead.”

“You are the biggest and strongest Omega I’ve ever seen. Like, you’re even bigger than your brother. Way bigger than me,” you said. Sam laughed and shook his head, kissing the top of yours. “I love it but it’s just so rare, you know?”

“Well even if I was Omega, I was raised a different way. Sort of had to grow up big and strong,” he said.

“Judging by where you live, I’m starting to get that,” you said.

“We can talk more about that later,” murmured Sam, tilting your head up to kiss you. “I want to do this for now. I like kissing you.”

“Needy little Omega aren’t you?” you teased, bumping your nose against his.

“Get used to it, Alpha,” he said with a laugh. “I’m going to be stealing kisses from you for a long time.”

You smiled as you sat on the counter in the kitchen, wearing one of Sam’s shirts. He was sipping on his coffee, his long legs dangling off the counter beside you.

“You look cute in the morning,” you said, tickling his cheek. “All sleepy and bedhead.”

“You’re one to talk,” he said, ruffling your hair. You laughed and heard a pair of footsteps enter the room, your hair out of your face by the time you saw Dean nodding his head. “Hey.”

“Hey. Thanks for not stinking up the joint anymore,” he said, going to the coffee machine and pouring himself a cup. “You give her the talk yet?”

“Uh, I claimed him. I’ve already had the talk,” you said.

“That’s a no,” said Dean, turning around. “Sam, you can do it. I’m sure that’ll go over well.”

“Is he mad I claimed you?” you asked when he left. You saw his head poke back around the corner, a softer look about him.

“No. If I thought you were bad, I wouldn’t have left,” said Dean with a smile. “Just...your life is about to get very interesting.”

“Sam?” you asked.

“S’okay. I got a feeling my Alpha will be able to handle it.”

#spn #spnkinkbingo #supernatural #Sam Winchester #sam winchester x reader #abo #sam x reader #one shot #alpha!reader #omega!sam #omega!sam x alpha!reader #spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction

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leejeongz · 5 years

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Stray kids reaction to their S/O flinching at a kiss

😎Hey hey thanks for requesting!😎

Scenario: it was your first kiss. You were sat opposite him in the studio, his hands were on your knees. To him it felt right, as he leaned in slowly and prepared himself for this, but you turned your head, leaving his lips pressed against your cheek for the hundredth time this week. Your reasoning may not have been what he expected however.

Bang Chan:

“Ah I’m so sorry y/n” he said as he pulled away, shaking his head at himself. “I should have realised you were ready.” His eyes started to fill up, thinking he’d done something terrible to you. His hands still rested on your exposed knees from your ripped jeans. You could feel them becoming colder as time went on. Suddenly you broke the awkward the silence.

“No Channie, I’m sorry, I was too distracted by your music, I wasn’t ready before because I was... jamming hehe” his head tilted upwards, his puppy dog eyes meeting yours. This time it definitely felt right. You leaned towards him this time, your lips meeting for the first time as your hands found his hair, a familiar feeling unlike the kiss.

Woojin:

“Did I do something wrong?” He questioned. He really thought you wanted to kiss too so when you turned your head, he was surprised to say the least. “No no it’s my fault” you replied, the last thing you wanted was for him to feel guilty. “What is it then?” He asked, concerned still. You sat forward and he did the same, making eye contact, joking staring you down. “I saw jyp walking past, I didn’t want him to ruin our first kiss” you said. He looked at you in disbelief. “Jyp... ruined the moment then... but what about now?” He asked moving closer. What you said, to Woojin, was super cute, he couldn’t resist.

Lee Know:

The room fell silent as he threw himself back onto the chair. He huffed a little and refused to look at you for a short while, almost like it was your fault but it was just his guilt. “Minho” you started. He looked at you expecting some kind of explanation but not rushing it out of you. “We’ve just eaten a huge garlic bread pizza... we stink Minho” you pointed out. He sat forward once again, now unbelievably close to your face he whispered “I’m not sure that matters, baby” You smiled just before your lips met. Garlic breathe who??? Neither of you cared anyway.

Changbin:

“What’s wrong?” He asked loudly, luckily it was late at night and no one was around. Your eyes were wide causing his to widen too. You put your finger to your lips to signal to him to be quiet. You listened intently for about a minute. “What is it?!” Changbin asked impatiently now. “I thought I heard footsteps and I got scared... sorry” He rolled his eyes and picked you out of your chair, resting your screwed up, scared figure onto his lap “y/n come on there’s no one here, no ghosties, no ghouls, just me and you.” He leaned down towards your face, you were still a little cautious but now you REALLY wanted to kiss him. A quick mental “fuck it” lead to a deep, passionate kiss, any ghosties and ghouls could watch as they pleased.

(Bin biased soul: blessed by this gif)

Hyunjin:

He made an awkward face at you while you put your hair behind your ear shyly. “Well that’s embarrassing” he announced. You couldn’t even make eye contact with him “yeah” you agreed. “Want to try again?” You asked after a while in silence just sat thinking. “I mean I do” Hyunjin started “but what was wrong the first time?? I didn’t mean to startle you honey!” He asked now rubbing your arm with his hand. “It’s me... I just couldn’t believe THE Hwang Hyunjin was going to kiss me... my thoughts were all over the place... please don’t hate me” you confessed quietly. “Wait y/n that’s so cute OMG come here!” Cute kisses alert!!

Han:

“Ooo rejected” he announced while holding his heart as if he’d been shot or something. He noticed you didn’t laugh. He opened his eyes and looked at your somewhat concerned face. “Y/N, is something wrong?” He asked. “I just want to make sure we’re both ready” you breathed out. He could understand that and told you he’d wait for you as long as you wanted. “Oh my gosh Jisung you’re such a softie cutie pie, I was just pranking you of course I’m ready to be kissed by the most handsome boy in the world!” Upon hearing this, Jisung didn’t waste any time attaching his lips to yours while jokingly (and gently) hitting your arm for pranking him.

Felix:

“SOrrY” He screeched a little loudly, his face getting redder by the second. You started to laugh but tried to hide it, after all you just turned down your boyfriend’s kiss. “Ya what is it?” He slapped your shoulder lightly and smiles again. You shake your head, now letting out your built up laughter “it’s nothing” you say. “Tell meeee” he begs, your both relaxed sat back on your chairs. “My phone vibrated as you leaned in an uh it scared me kinda” you confessed, now realising how ridiculous it sounded. He leaned forward and went to kiss you once again, this time succeeding and both laughing as you did so. “I can’t believe you”

Seungmin:

“Ahhh” he leaned forward and put his head in his hands, in between his legs. You bit your lip with guilt and started to stroke his head. “Seungmin... it wasn’t your fault I promise... it’s just” you were cut off by Changbin bursting through the door. “We forgot Changbin was recording his rap in there.” You laughed while seungmin sat up, embarrassed, giving Changbin a death stare. “Get out you evil thumb looking kiss blocker!” He shouted at Changbin before shooing him out. He sat back down, still slightly embarrassed. “Would it be better if I started this time?” You asked, knowing the answer would be yes.

I.N:

He laughed slightly, unsure of what to do. “Jeongin...” you began but he cut you off. “You don’t want to be with me anymore?” He asked abruptly. After some time spent trying to justify that you still wanted to be with him, he told you he believed you, only now asking for the reason you turned down the kiss. “Because your cold hands distracted me okay.” Teasingly he put them back onto your exposed legs. “This is for making me believe you didn’t want me and these sexy lips” he joked “but does that mean I can kiss you now? Because my hands are warming up on your legs” He asked sneakily. How could you say no?

Gifs aren’t mine

#stray kids #stray kids reaction #stray kids imagines #bang chan #woojin #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #felix #seungmin #i.n

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holylulusworld · 5 years

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Even heroes need comforting

Request: I’ve read your request “please hold me” can you write something simil but with dean being kidnap and reader help him shower?

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, Jody Mills, Alex, Claire Novak, unnamed vamps

Warnings: language, angst, blood, injured Dean, violence, fluff, comforting

“God, that was close!” Jody groans.

“You all okay?” You ask worriedly.

“Yeah,” Claire whispers. “Sorry. Those vamps outnumbered us. Mine fault.”

“You are all safe, that’s the only important thing. Where’s Dean?”

“Dean?” Alex asks.

“He came here alone as he was close by. Sam and I helped Garth with a werewolf in Tulsa.”

“Dean wasn’t here,” Jody says face pale.

“Sam, trace Dean’s phone.” You say worriedly hiding the panic creeping into your thoughts.

“Got it. He’s not that far away. Is that an old farmhouse?” Sam asks Jody.

“Yeah. Millers farm. That house always looked suspicious. I remember running past the house every single time with my friends. We never stopped close by.” Jody explains.

“I guess your instinct was right, those vamps were really strong. Maybe those are pureblood vampires? We need to find him, Sam, …fast.”

“Okay. I’ll prepare the weapons.”

“Claire, you should stay here. Your arm doesn’t look good. Alex can help you,” Jody says.

“But I want to help Dean too!”

“Claire! The best way to help Dean and us is for you to stay behind. You are hurt. We can’t concentrate if we have to worry you get hurt even more,” you say.

“Sorry, you’re right, Y/N. But call us if you need help and when you found Dean. Please.”

“Sure. Don’t worry. Dean is hard to take down and even then he keeps on coming back,” you say but your heart beats like a drum.

----

The drive to the house is silent. You can see the worry all over Sam’s face. Jody is the same. Dean would never stay away for so long without calling you. He agreed just like Sam and you to call each other.

“We will find him.” Jody tries but nothing can calm your nerves down. Dean is missing…for hours…

----

“We need to be careful. Jody, you will go with Sam to the front entrance and check the windows. I’ll take the back entrance.”

After checking your surroundings you found Dean’s Impala hidden behind the house. He is here. Praying Dean is unharmed you silently pick the lock of the back entrance.

Machete in your hand you enter the house. Two vamps are grinning at you. Gnashing their teeth they don’t see Sam and Jody behind them before it’s too late.

“The Impala is here,” you whisper. “You two go upstairs I’ll check the rooms down here.”

“Okay, be careful, Y/N,” Sam says.

“You too, both.” You whisper.

Sam and Jody silently sneak up the stairs while you walk to the left to start checking the rooms. A low groan echoes through the hallway. Listening you hear a vampire snicker and then another groan.

Following the noises, you open a door. The image takes your breath away. Dean is handcuffed to a bed while a female vamp scratches his chest open to lick the blood off.

“Get off him!” You order and Dean looks up at you.

“He’s all mine. I will change him. You can't have my new lover.” The vamp snickers.

“I think he doesn’t like the idea and by the way, he’s been there, did that thing and got cured. Get away from Dean or you will regret it you dead corpse!” You warn.

Gritting her teeth she wants to jump on you only to lose her head. When she drops to the floor you can still see the surprised expression on her face.

“You found me.” Dean whispers and you nod.

“Well, your car isn’t really invisible. If you wanted to have a day off you could just have told us. I guess there are better places to be.” You try to joke while you open the handcuffs.

“You found me…” He says again.

“Did you think we would let you down? That we would let them turn you into a delicious sex slave?”

A shy smile crosses his face when you kiss his forehead. Gently pressing your scarf onto the scratches at his chest you sigh relieved.

“Hey. You good?” Sam ask watching the scene.

“Yeah. I had to kill her. She wanted to turn your brother into her sexy new companion. I had to disagree.” You say.

“Can you walk, Dean?” Sam asks.

“I’m a bit shaky, I guess,” Dean says.

“Okay. Sam helps you out of the house and Jody will help me burn it down.”

“Don’t forget my car!” Dean mutters.

----

“He lies in the backseat. I’ll drive and you can check on his wounds meanwhile,” Sam says leading you to the Impala.

“Dean looked so vulnerable when she said he’s her new companion.” You whisper.

“We need to take care of him, Y/N.”

“I will stitch him up and then he needs some sleep.”

----

“Alright. The wounds are clean and patched up, Dean.” Sam says looking at your work. “Let me help you having a shower.”

“No!” Dean grunts.

Giggling you move your hand through his dirty and messed up hair. Blood and dirt cover his body and he smells a bit.

“Dude, you stink and you look like you just escaped a splatter movie,” Sam mutters.

“I want, Y/N to help me,” Dean whines holding your hand.

Eyes widen and mouth agape Jody, Claire and Sam look at each other.

“Let Sam help you shower,” Jody says softly.

Carefully sitting up Dean looks at you. One swift motion and he makes you straddle his lap. Head resting against your shoulder he looks vulnerable again.

“It’s okay, Sammy. I’ll help him. Let me help him.” You whisper gently moving your hands through Dean’s hair.

“Well I guess we are out then,” Sam says laughing.

“Thank you,” Dean whispers.

“Then let’s clean you up, Dean and then you need sleep.”

“Hmm…okay.”

Helping Dean upstairs and into the bathroom, you remove his bloodstained clothes. When you want to remove his boxers too he protests.

“We need to wash all of you! You wanted my help, don’t be shy. I will be naked too!”

“Uh…”

“Come on. Sooner or later we would see each other naked either way.”

Butt-naked you enter the shower to help Dean stepping in too. Placing the palms of his hands against the tiles behind you Dean steadies his body while he tilts his head to let you wash his hair. Dirt and blood float out of it.

His eyes are closed while he enjoys your comforting. A soft sponge in your hand you gently start washing the blood and dirt off his body.

“You found me.”

“Of course. I was so worried, Dean. You were gone for hours. I was afraid they could’ve killed or turned you. Don’t do that ever again.” You sob.

“I was worried too. I thought I would never see you again.” Dean whispers and you smile up at him.

A bit shaky he lowers himself to catch your lips in a soft kiss. Moaning into his mouth you stroke his back.

“We should dry you and put you into a bed, Dean.” You whisper.

“Will you stay with me?”

“You want me to sleep with you?”

“Hmmm…please.”

----

“Does anything hurt?” You ask.

“No. I feel much better thanks to you.” Dean whispers.

One arm slung around your shoulders Dean let you rest your head onto his chest. Carefully avoiding touching his wounds you look into his emerald eyes.

“I…love you, Dean.” You whisper and he starts smiling.

“I love you too, Y/N, always have.”

----

“Why did he want Y/N to help him?” Claire asks looking at Sam.

“Well even heroes need comforting I guess…”

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