#we went to the hotel room and the bed was just... a pile of duvets on the floor lmaaaao my brain is fucking with me

[theladyofbloodshed]

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This hotel is so odd!!!

It’s split into two wings across a shopping mall so if we want to go to the rooftop pool we have to go from floor 9 to 0, cross the mall then go up to 11.

On our first day, the cleaner came in when we were at breakfast, cleaned the room, changed towels (but we didn’t want them changed so didn’t put them in bath) and made the bed. Super! Went on a day trip, came back and the bed was completely stripped and everything was thrown onto the couch but no sign of cleaner??? So we asked if somebody could come and make it as there was just a bare mattress and the same cleaner from the morning came in to do it.

Today, room was cleaned by her again. We had a shower and went out for dinner. Came back, the small pillows were in a pile by the bedside table, the corner of my duvet is pulled back and there are chocolates left on each half of the bed???

What the fuck is going on 🙈 stop coming into our room!!! Somebody letting their intrusive thoughts win

[lillywillow]

Secret Ingredient

Summary: When completing a delivery for Sam, you must work together with one of your least favourite people to get the job done but things get a bit more complicated.

 Written for: @buckybarnesbingo

 Words: 2752

 Square Filled: K3- Secrets

 Pairing: PastryChef!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader  

 Warnings: Mild adult suggestions, mentions of injury

 A/N: Set in a Baker!AU

 Ever since you first started working at Sam’s patisserie, Bucky Barnes had been a thorn in your side. Yes, he was handsome, charming and very skilled at his job but he was also a terrible flirt and was always trying to show you up. There wasn’t a day that went by you didn’t butt heads. You were only the commis chef, or in other words, you were Bucky’s underling and he never let you forget it. You had training in other areas of the culinary arts but you still had to learn the fineries of pastry. Sure, you were pretty good at baking simple recipes but when it came to more complicated dishes or getting the decorating just right, you needed work. Bucky was more than happy to assist you but that often came with the price of his gloating and or flirting. The metal armed chef got on your nerves. There were rumours about how he lost his arm but nobody seemed to know the truth and should one ask Bucky, he’d give some impressive backstory. You couldn’t stand him and his showboating which is why when Sam asked you to deliver goods to a four-star hotel upstate, you were less than thrilled.

 “Come on, doll. I’m sure it’ll be a piece of cake,” Bucky winked.

…

 A piece of cake indeed. On your way upstate, the car broke down, your phone died, Bucky had forgotten his and it started to rain heavily. Bucky got out of the car to push while you steered but eventually you made it to ‘les Vengeurs’ but by then it had gotten dark. Bucky went in first but almost got into a fight with the concierge over him tracking in mud through the clean floors but when you walked in with the boxes from Sam’s, it became a different story.

 “You must be the famous pastry chef Madame Marvelle! Come in, come in,” the concierge preened, ushering you inside.

 “We’ve been expecting you. And this gentleman with you must be your husband,” he continued.

 “Actually, he’s-”

 “Her fiancé! Yes, we’re not technically married yet but the wedding is just around the corner. Right, honey?” Bucky smoothly interrupted.

 “R-right…”

 Why was Bucky doing this?

 “We’ll prepare a room for you right away,” the concierge said.

 “Thank you. We’ll pay for it as soon as we can,” you replied.

 “No, no, no. THE Madame Marvelle will not pay in my hotel. Consider your stay here a gift from us.”

 “That would be great,” Bucky grinned, putting his arm around you before you could object.

 “What are you doing?! You’ll get us in trouble!” you hissed.

 “Relax, Y/N. We’ll stay here tonight and make up some excuse to leave tomorrow,” Bucky confidently replied.

 “Everything is all organised. I’ll show you to your room,” the concierge explained.

 The pair of you followed him through the hotel, Bucky deliberately squishing mud and flicking water at times. He smirked at the subtle twitch in the concierge’s eye. You gave Bucky a nudge to the side to make him stop.

 “I must say, Madame, you’re a lot younger than I would picture for someone with your prestigious accolades…”

 “Well, I take good care of my skin,” you sheepishly smiled.

 “I see… well, here we are. I hope this room will be to your liking. My name is Phil Coulson, if you need anything, just let me know. I’ll give you some time to settle in and then I’ll come and get you to show you to our kitchen. With your help, we may be able to earn that final star…”

 Phil handed you the key card and left you be. You and Bucky walked in and looked around the room which could only be described as the height of luxury. The king-sized bed had an expensive looking duvet with plush pillows piled high. A chaise lounge draped with an exquisite blanket was in the corner. The windows were decorated with velvet curtains either side. The bathroom was just as luxurious with a tub made for two and all sorts of bottles filled with shampoos, conditioners, lotions and other such items lined the spotless vanity.

 “I’m going to take a shower,” Bucky announced, heading into the bathroom before you could say anything.

 With a sigh, you laid down on the bed. Now it was just you and your thoughts. How were you going to get away with this? Pretend to be this famous pastry chef when you were only a beginner? Bucky could help you but how long would it be until you were discovered as a fraud? You were still deep in thought when Bucky emerged from his shower in one of the hotel’s fluffy robes and flopped himself down on the bed.

 “What do you think you’re doing?” you asked.

 “Making myself comfortable,” he replied, running a towel through his hair.

 “You’re sleeping on the floor,” you huffed.

 “What?! No, I’m not!” he protested.

 “Well, I’m not taking the floor,” you stubbornly retorted.

 “Why do either of us have to take the floor? It’s a big bed, big enough for two. We don’t even have to touch…”

 “Fine,” you groaned. “But you stay on your side of the bed. Anything that comes over my side, I’m breaking off. Got it?”

 “Whatever you say, Y/N.”

…

 After Bucky managed to get his clothes dry, you let Phil know you were ready to see the kitchen.

 “This is very exciting; having such a famous chef helping us in our hotel. In fact, we have one of your former students in our employment…”

 Your heart dropped to the bottom of your stomach. This could blow everything. Your skin felt hot and itchy, your pulse started to quicken. You were brought out of your head by a warm hand holding onto yours. To your surprise, Bucky gave you a kind smile.

 “Madame Marvelle, and fiancé, this is Carol Danvers. I’m sure you can get reacquainted as she shows you around the kitchen,” Phil smiled.

 Carol looked you up and down before offering you her hand to shake.

 “Of course. It’s an honour to work with you again Madame,” she smiled but it was tight lipped.

 There was something that didn’t feel quite right about this exchange.

 “I’ll leave you be,” Phil nodded, leaving to tend to other matters.

 “Alright, who the hell are you? I’ve worked with the real Madame Marvelle and you’re not her,” Carol hissed once he was out of earshot.

 “I’m Y/N and this is Bucky. We’re stranded here until our car gets fixed,” you sighed.

 “Why shouldn’t I go and tell Phil the truth?”

 “Because, you have that inspector coming tomorrow to decide on whether or not this hotel should be giving another star. I’m still in training but Bucky, he’s really good. He can help you earn that star…”

 Bucky looked surprised you were giving him such high praises.

 “Thanks, Y/N,” he breathed.

 You smiled a little and nodded in response.

 “Alright, if you’re a good as she says you are, I want you to make a croquembouche,” Carol ordered.

 “No problem,” Bucky shrugged. “Come on, Y/N. I’ll teach you how to make it…”

 Carol watched Bucky like a hawk as he made the dessert, walking you through the same process. You followed his steps and produced a decent looking stack although, it wasn’t anywhere near as elegant as Bucky’s tower. When you had finished, Carol tried some of Bucky’s first.

 “This is satisfactory. I’ll cover for you until the inspection is over but if you blow this for us, you’re out of here,” she warned.

 Next, she tried some of yours.

 “You have a lot of potential but you could use a little work. Keep practicing.”

…

 You spent a few hours baking and decorating until the pastries looked to the standard of perfection one might expect from a luxury hotel. This of course would not have been achieved without Bucky’s help. It was quite late by the time you decided to go back to the suite.

 “You know, Y/N, I’m surprised you think so highly of me. I always thought you hated me,” Bucky started, getting into the elevator.

 “I don’t hate you. It’s just… you’re always criticising me or nit-picking over every minor error,” you sighed, tired from the long day.

 “That’s because I want you to be better than me and not make the same stupid mistakes that will get you hurt like I…”

 You were shocked. Slowly, your eyes were drawn to his left arm; the metal one. Bucky had told many stories about how he lost the arm from a shark attack when he was surfing off the coast of Florida to an epic tale similar to the guy in ‘127 Hours’.

 “You…?”

 “It was an accident. I was training to become a chef. I was young and arrogant… I… I was showing off with the creme Brulé blow torch and it caught my sleeve on fire. My arm got burned pretty badly… It later became infected and they eventually had to amputate…”

 “Is that why you make up stories about how you lost it?”

 Bucky nodded and sighed. You couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for him. To hide something like that from everyone.

 “It was my own damn fault. I did this to myself… but that’s why I’m hard on you sometimes, Y/N. Because I don’t want you to go through what I did. I want you to more have opportunities…”

 Before you could say anything, the power went out, causing the elevator to jolt and sending you into Bucky’s arms.

 “The storm must have cut the power,” Bucky mused out loud.

 You clung to his shirt, terrified to be in this small, dark place. At least you had someone with you that you could talk to.

 “It’s okay, Y/N. I’ve got you,” he assured you, holding you closer.

 You actually felt safe in his embrace.

 “You know, Bucky… there is another reason I pushed you away…”

 “Oh, really?”

 “Yeah… it’s because… you remind me of my ex…”

 Bucky waited for you to continue.

 “We met in college when I was training to be a chef. He was a little bit older than me and studying medicine. He was flirty and charming, just like you. We had one of those sappy romances…”

 You felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled.

 “Once he graduated, we broke up but he always promised to keep in touch… The last I heard he was some rich and famous doctor but out of the blue, I get a call from him wanting to meet up in the place we had our first date. Stupidly, I went, and by the time I got there, he was proposing to his girlfriend…”

 “What?! He had a girlfriend and he was still going to meet you?”

 You let out a dry laugh.

 “She was perfectly lovely. The thing that hurt the most is that he introduced me as his ‘friend’…”

 “What a jerk!”

 “I guess he was…”

 “No, he definitely was. You’re better off without him, Y/N.”

 You smiled a little at his words.

 “Thanks, Bucky. I’ve always been scared to get back into the dating world because what if the same thing happens? What if I fall hard and fast for someone only to have them toss me aside like he did? I don’t know if my heart could handle that…”

 “I would never treat you like that,” Bucky softly muttered.

 You were starting to see Bucky in a new light and beginning to think that maybe he wasn’t the jerk you thought he was.

 “Bucky, I…”

 Once again, you were interrupted as the lights came back on and the elevator started moving again. You both silently made your way back to the room, both thinking of the moment you shared.

 “Bucky?”

 “Yeah?”

 “Forget about what I said before about my side of the bed… but, don’t take it as an invitation to get weird…” you quickly added.

 “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he chuckled.

 When morning came, you woke with Bucky’s arm gently around your waist. You actually felt comfortable with his touch.

…

 Later that morning, you busily helped Bucky and Carol prepare for the upcoming inspection. You followed every order the two professional chefs as fast and as the orders arrived. Mostly you stuck to following the orders while Bucky and Carol made them look good. It was long, hard work but eventually you made it through the huge rush. When things quieted down, the three of you took a breather. Phil took the opportunity to come and check on how you were doing. You chatted for a while when you noticed him looking at you strangely.

 “Where is your ring?” he asked.

 “My ring?”

 “Engaged women usually wear rings…” he subtly pried.

 “Oh! I usually take it off when I’m baking. I wouldn’t want to soil something so precious to me…”

 “That’s so sweet! I’d love to hear more. Your first date? First time you met? Oh! How did you propose?” Phil grinned like a giddy school boy.

 “Actually, she was the one who proposed to me,” Bucky supplied, casually putting his arm around your shoulders.

 “Really?” Carol challenged, raising an eyebrow.

 “She made a wonderful candlelit dinner with all my favourite sweets. When she popped the question, well, she was just so beautiful, all I could say was yes…”

 The look in Bucky’s eyes melted your heart.

“That’s so romantic! Sorry, I know I’m a big sap when it comes to this kind of thing,” Phil chuckled. “I should check on our esteemed guests…”

 “You make a pretty convincing couple,” Carol stated once Phil was gone. “Makes me wonder how much you’re really hiding…”

 You and Bucky exchanged glances. Could you make a go of things? Your concentration was broken when Phil came back to proudly announce that les Vengeurs was officially now a five-star hotel.

 “Thank you so much, Madame!” Phil beamed.

 “Actually, I can’t take all the credit. It was mostly thanks to Carol…”

 Carol looked at you in surprise.

 “Yes, she put a lot of hard work in. You should really give her the praise.”

 “Well, I couldn’t have done it without your help,” she smiled.

 It was half true. If it wasn’t for Carol and Bucky, there was no way you could have pulled this off. Phil was grateful for all your help and once he was gone, Carol offered her gratitude as well.

…

 Once the mechanic had fixed up your car, you and Bucky made up some excuse to leave before you were discovered.

 “Before we take off, can we talk?” Bucky asked.

 “Of course. What’s up?”

 “I was wondering if… I could take you out on a date sometime…”

 “You think we should start dating?”

 “Yeah… We could give it a try. Tell you what, how about one kiss? If you don’t feel anything, we go back to being co-workers and learn to get along. On the other hand, if you feel a spark, we could explore where it goes…”

 “Alright. One kiss,” you agreed.

 Bucky gently pulled you into his arms as you wrapped yours around his neck. As he pressed his lips to yours, you felt butterflies erupt in your belly. It had been a long time since anyone had made you feel this way. By the time you pulled away, you were totally breathless.

 “Well?” Bucky breathed.

 “I think I’d like to see where this goes…”

 Bucky smiled and kissed you again.

…

 You and Bucky agreed to keep your relationship a secret for now. During the day, you pretended it was like it was before but at night, Bucky was teaching you how to improve your technique. You got away with hiding your relationship for quite some time until you were caught making out one night after Sam came back to grab something he had forgotten. He teased you for some time but he thought you were good for each other. With Bucky’s help, you really improved your pastries. After all, every good chef knows the secret ingredient to making any recipe is love.

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[gilmoregirls123]

Chapter 1- The First Day

Lorelai lies the bed half awake desperately trying to latch onto a little more time she can get away with not moving.

"Lorelai!" Emily screeches. She enters Lorelai's bedroom "Oh my God you're not even up yet! You have less than an hour before school starts! Lorelai, are you listening to me, we need to be out of the door in 30 minutes Lorelai!"

A groggy Lorelai responds "muuum"

"Get up Lorelai, this is your first day of highschool and your not even awake yet"

"Muuum" Lorelai pulls her duvet over her head, but Emily pulls the other end right off the bed and dumps it on the floor "Hey!"

"Get up, and get dressed young lady. If I don't hear movement in the next five minutes then I'll be back. Do you understand me Lorelai? Lorelai!"

"I'm up I'm up" 

Emily exits the room.

In the dining room, Emily sits at the table holding a mug of coffee and is making list upon list about why to fire the maid this time. Lorelai enters in her new uniform and sits grabbing a muffin from the pile. 

"Mum can I have some coffee" begged Lorelai 

"No" replied Emily in that condescending tone of hers, she looked up at her daughter, "What is wrong with your hair. Did you forget to run a brush through it or were you going with the dragged through a hedge backwards look?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, it's very in this year we are all going as members of bananarama" Lorelai retorted sarcastically.

"Well you're not going to school looking like you just climbed out of bed. You better bring a brush down with you when you go up to wash your face"

"Mum, I've washed my face"

"Well it's still dirty"

Lorelai sighs "Okay. Where's dad?"

"He went into the office"

"Oh, I thought he was going to go in late" Her voice had an air of disappointment.

"I don't know what to tell you, Lorelai, he got a call and left."

"Ok fine, whatever"

Emily, seeing the disappointment on Lorelai's face "He'll pick you up and take you to the club for a soda after school. Now go and get your hairbrush and we can sort out that hair"

"Sure mum" A small smile etched into the side of Lorelai's face almost unnoticeable, but still noticed by Emily.

"Your uniform looks great by the way"

"Thanks" Lorelai left, now with a satisfied smile on her face.

They later pulled up outside Lorelai's new school.

"Wow" says Lorelai, "It looks like the Stanley Hotel"

"When did you watch The Shining?"

"Oh, ermm" Lorelai fished for an excuse

"We'll discuss it later, we need to talk about something more serious anyway"

"What now" Lorelai rolled her eyes,

"Lorelai this is a new school, new friends, a new start so for goodness sake don't blow it" Emily looked intensely at her daughter, "Your future rides on how well you do in this school, and so does your happiness. Therefore, if I get another call that you've broken the rules you're going to be in more trouble than your smart mouth has ever got you in before. Do you understand?"

"Yes mum"

"Remember this your representing the family here. I don't want a repeat of last year" 

"Mum, it's not that big of a deal"

"Not that big of a deal, Lorelai, you actually need to focus this year"

"Ugh"

"I'm serious, Lorelai. If I you get into any trouble at all"

"Come on mum, give me a break, everything will be fine"

"Remember we have the meeting at 10 o'clock, do not be late. This is important"

"Okay, I'll be there"

"Good, now I'll meet you there, I have a quick phone call to make"

Lorelai and Emily exit the car, Lorelai found her way into the building and Emily spotted a pay phone. She dialed Richard, his secretary picked up. 

"Hello, you've reached Richard Gilmore's office, how can I help you?" says Margie Richard's secretary.

"It's Emily, can you put Richard on please"

"Of course one moment Mrs Gilmore" after a moment, 

"What's the matter Emily? I'm in the middle of work" Richard asks. 

"You need to pick Lorelai up from school"

"What do you mean I need to pick her up"

"Richard please. She wants you here to be there for her on her first day of school and you bailed this morning"

"But I'm busy Emily, I have to work"

"I know Richard but she's your daughter"

"I had an urgent matter that "

"I've already promised her"

"You can't just spring this on a person"

"She is your daughter so for crying out loud pick her up from school and take her to the club"

"The club!"

"Goodbye Richard"

"Emily!?" She hung up, and entered the school.

"Lorelai" Emily yells out, down the long hallway, the place was packed with confused freshmen. Lorelai turns around to look at her mother,

"Yeah" She sighs as Emily walks over to her

"10 o'clock remember, please don't be late and no funny business"

"Alright" Lorelai was ushered into a room with the other students and Emily turned to follow the parade of parents entering the cafeteria.

It was 10:05, Lorelai pushed open the large double doors, a bookshelf covered an entire wall. There was a large fireplace on the opposite side and directly opposite her stood a wooden desk where an older man with gray hair sat. Her mother sat opposite him with her back turned away from Lorelai, who could already tell she was mad. 

"Sorry I'm late" said Lorelai

"That's okay Lorelai, it's a big school" the headmaster replied "besides it gave your mother and I a chance to catch up, I haven't seen her in ages"

"Well Albert, you and Matilda should definitely come to dinner one day."

"We would love that Emily"

"Lorelai this is headmaster Barrett"

"It's a pleasure to meet you Sir"

"It's good to meet you. I think the last time we met you were about 7 at the Christmas party, you were completely beside yourself with those apple tarts."

"They were good" Lorelai looked to her mother who was avoiding eye contact.

"That's the main thing. Now Lorelai I have heard you have quite the reputation for witty jokes. That will need to stop while you're here. I don't tolerate disrespectful behavior, do you understand?"

"Yes Sir"

"Good , I'm sure Lorelai wants to get back to class and I have another appointment" said Mr Barrett 

"We should go, but I'll call Matilda, bye now" Emily said 

"That sounds excellent goodbye"

"Mum, look I'm sorry" they had entered the hallway 

"Didn't I ask you, explicitly not to be late"

"Yes you did"

"Then you better have a reason for why you were"

"I'm sorry it's just"

"Just what Lorelai"

A door creaks open and a teacher comes out and walks down the hallway. 

"I need to go mum"

"Your father will pick you up after school outside the park opposite"

"Okay"

After school Lorelai crossed the road to the park, and waited . Without a watch or a way to contact her father Lorelai had no idea where he was. As the minutes grew on she sat on a bench where she could see the entrance and began to watch the passers by, she laughed when people fell into the nearest pothole and made up the conversations people were having. For some reason this occupied her time nicely and she soon forgot who she was waiting for. 

Back at the house Emily was wondering where Richard and Lorelai were, it was almost 5 and they should be back by now. She entered the kitchen and ordered the maid to finish the desert and make the salad. As she finished her instructions the phone rang, hoping it was Richard to tell her they were on their way back she picked it up

"Hello, Richard?"

"Ah Emily good, I thought I would let you know, I've got a meeting soon so I don't think I can pick Lorelai up"

"You didn't pick her up!"

"Oh Emily please it's hardly anything to get frantic about"

"Lorelai finished school an hour ago"

"What do you mean it's was 3, you still have an hour Emily"

"No it's 5"

"Oh dear, damn the time difference. She didn't come home?"

"No I thought she was with you"

"I'll call the school she's probably there"

"No Richard you deal with your precious meetings, I'll find Lorelai" Emily slammed the phone down and turned around and yelled at the maid "for goodness sake put the sorbet into the cocktail glasses" she marches out of the kitchen, the house and into her car.

She drove and drove scouring the streets looking for Lorelai walking home. When she arrived at the school, got out of the car and looked around. Lorelai spotted her and emerged from the park. A wave of relief washed over Emily's face which she quickly hid and told Lorelai to get into the car. 

"So where's dad?"

"He was held in a meeting. Didn't think to tell me until 10 minutes ago"

"Are you ok"

"I'm fine"

"Are you sure"

"Yes, I just want to get home"

"Okay"

They sat in silence for the rest of the journey and when they pulled up the pristine driveway Richard opened the door with a stern look on his face. 

"Lorelai thank goodness, come in"

"Well thank you so much for inviting me into my own home Richard" remarked Emily sarcastically.

As they walked into the house Richard responded saying "Emily it's been a long day I need to finish something, excuse me" Richard turned and left 

"Lorelai go upstairs and clean yourself up for dinner"

"Yes mum" She looked between her parents.

Emily watched and waited till Lorelai had ascended the stairs before she turned and marched into Richard's office. 

"Emily, I was just about to make a phone call"

"Richard stop working"!

"I need to finish this"

"You don't seem to care about any of us it's just work work work"

"Emily how dare you"

The voices slowly faded as Lorelai lay on her bed trying to listen in on their argument. Bored, she gets up and pushes down on a part of the floor borders, it sprung up and she took out a shoebox hidden inside. Opening she takes out the latest 'teen beat' magazine and tries to distract herself from her parent's arguing. When this fails she grabs her Walkman from the top door of the vanity, takes out the innocent tape and replaces it with one from the shoebox, plugs it in and puts on the headphones. Settling back down with her magazine, she still couldn't get comfortable. So pulling the headphones off she stared around the room. She'd never felt comfortable here, it was all to her mother's taste. Her eyes rested on the phone and she picked it up, dialed a number and it began to ring.

"Hi Chris, it's me"

"I'm good, dad forgot to pick me up from school so now the two of them are down there arguing like Lucy and Ricky"

"It I haven't seem mum this annoyed at dad since the ice cream fiasco of 76'"

"Don't laugh Chris, this is serious"

There is a knock on the door

"One second Chris" Lorelai looked up at the door "come in"

A timid maid enters

"Mrs Gilmore told me to inform you that dinner is being served"

"Okay thanks Angela, tell mum I'm on my way"

The maid leaves closing the door behind her

"Sorry Chris I've got to go I've not even changed yet. I'll keep you updated on the craziness though"

"Of course, I'll call you later"

Hanging up the phone she leaps out of bed rushing to the dresser, she pulls out some random clothes and runs into the bathroom.

From downstairs Emily yells, "Lorelai where are you"

"I'm coming mum"

"Lorelai get down here now, your dinners going to get cold"

"Okay, one minute"

"I'm coming up there"

"Don't come up here, I'm coming down"

The door opens and Emily comes in just as Lorelai emerges from the bathroom adjusting her top. 

"What on earth are you wearing, and why is this room a mess"

"I was just trying to decide what to put on"

"You're going to deal with this later. Come on your food is getting cold"

The two leave the room. Lorelai let out a sigh of relief that her mother hadn't noticed the magazine on the bed. They go downstairs and sit at the table. Lorelai looks at the salad on her plate. 

"Were you using the phone?"

Lorelai looked up, surprised at her father's words. "Umm yeah "

"You need to tell me when you're going to do that. Just because we have two lines doesn't mean the connection isn't terrible if someone else is using the phone"

"I'll tell you in the future dad"

"For goodness sake Richard do we need to inform you when we use the shower as well because it messes with the taps?"

"Emily I was simply saying-"

He is cut of as Emily says "oh Richard I'm going to cut this up, is that ok or will it interfere with your ability to do so"

"Emily, come on you're behaving like a child"

From the distance of Richard's study a phone rang and he rose to answer it.

"Richard we are eating dinner it can wait"

"No Emily it cannot wait"

Richard left the room to go to his study.

Emily sighs and rolls her eyes before turning to Lorelai "who were you calling"

'Oh great, here we go again' Lorelai thought, "oh just Christopher"

"Again? What's going on between you too"

"What do you mean mum we're just friends"

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"Okay"

Lorelai separates her green lettuce from the red and Emily looks at her in disappointment.

"What are you doing?"

"Sorry? Oh, I don't like the red lettuce"

"It's the same as the green"

"No it's not"

"What was wrong with that green piece"

"It was stuck to the red"

"So?"

"So there in cahoots together I can't eat a traitor"

"You are an impossible child"

"Thank you" Lorelai finishes with a smug smile before going back to her food. Emily continues to watch her daughter pick away at the salad.

"Your father had better be back soon we have sheep's heart for main"

"Sorry what!? Heart, that's disgusting"

"You'll at least try some"

"muuum, no"

"Lorelai,"

"I'm not eating it"

"Then you don't get dessert"

"You can't do that, I'm 14!"

"I paid for it, I get to decide who eats it. When your old enough to pay for your own food then you can eat what you like"

"You didn't pay for it Dad did, and I think he'd agree sheep's heart is disgusting"

"You're going to sit here, you're going to eat what has been cooked for you and you're going to like it!"

"Muuum"

"Your eating it that is final"

Lorelai sighed and collapsed back into her chair

They sat in silence the rest of the dinner, Lorelai ate half the sheep's heart before her mother gave in but Richard still didn't emerge from the study. While Emily was upstairs, Lorelai asked the maid to heat up the leftover food and she took it to his study. 

When Lorelai was younger she used to love running in here and hiding under the desk, or staring at all the books but now the doors would send her into a nervous wreck. She only ever went in there to be told off for something or other. Eventually she knocked on the door. 

"come in" 

"Hi dad"

"Oh Lorelai, what are you doing here"

"You never came back for dinner so figured you would be hungry"

"Thank you," he said softly.

"Your welcome"

"What on earth is this!?"

"Sheep's heart"

"Honestly some of the things your mother comes up with"

Lorelai laughed "are you two ok?"

"We're fine Lorelai, just married, it's what happens"

"I don't think I want to get married"

"Don't tell your mother that, she'll have a heart attack"

The phone next to Richard began to ring, he turned from Lorelai and picked it up

"Ah Floyd, no you're not interrupting anything, how can I help you?"

Lorelai looked down, she felt that pain she always felt when her father put work over her. Sad, angry.

"One moment Floyd" She felt a glimmer of hope, "Lorelai, did you need something else?"

"No" Lorelai lied, the hope fading. 

"Good" Richard turned back and began to talk on the phone. 

How could she feel so alone while being surrounded by people. She didn't know the answer but she knew she didn't belong.

[angryschnauzer]

Undercover Honeymoon

Summary; Having survived a helicopter crash that killed off the gang you and your senior agent had infiltrated, you hide out from the storm that brought the aircraft down by pretending to be Honeymooners at a boutique hotel... but what will 24 hours with August Walker bring you? Trouble, that’s what, and the best possible kind.

Pairing: August Walker x Female Reader (no race or body type specified)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut, honestly this is entirely smut, its a crack fic too. Sigh, here goes: face slap, murder, August in a hoodie and grey sweatpants, oral sex (female recieving), blowjob, drunken antics, impared judgement, titty fucking, fingering, unprotected sex, anal sex, inappropriate lube, multiple orgasms, dubious consent, choking, dom-vibes, Sugar Daddy arrangement (but no Daddy kink).

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Undercover Honeymoon

The helicopter spiralled out of control, the tall pines looming through the storm of the century rain, screaming filled your ears, unsure if it was the sound of the engines failing or coming from your own lungs. The aircraft made contact with the trees and everything went black.

-

“Agent… AGENT!” a slap across your face sprang you from your unconscious state, your vision blurred and you winced at the sharp pain that shot through your temple as the face before you came into focus.

“Walker?” you muttered; “Can’t blow our cover…”

Strong arms gripped your shoulders;

“Wake UP! Everyone else is dead”

The next hour was surreal. Agent Walker - your superior officer - had pulled you from the wreckage of the helicopter, past the lifeless bodies of the gang you’d infiltrated, some of which had injuries that looked suspiciously like gunshot wounds. Either way you were alive and so was the other undercover agent, and having spent the last four days running bank robberies you were relieved to be rid of the brutal gang.

Agent Walker had half dragged half carried you through the forest, and even though it was the middle of the day, the torrential rain and dark storm clouds above made the way feel like you were travelling at twilight. When you stumbled on some roots he caught you, his arm firmly around your waist;

“C’mon Agent, not much further now…” his voice softer than usual, reassuring even.

“Where’re we going?”

“Out of season ski lodge… should be quiet this time of year, just a couple of wildlife watchers no doubt”

-

What you’d been expecting was a cute little place with checkered curtains and cutesy decor, what you’d arrived at was a luxury boutique hotel. Agent Walker had managed to spin a very convincing tale of your car leaving the highway due to the weather and he’d arrange to get it recovered after the storm so you could continue your ‘honeymoon’. The receptionist had smiled warmly and offered the pair of you the luxury suite, August merrily peeling $100 bills off a stack he’d produced from his pocket, the paper band that held them together from the robbery slyly crumpled up and you quietly picked it up from the floor, a tiny smirk on the corner of his face when he spotted you covering his rare mistake.

-

Ten minutes later you were settled in your shared room, starting to peel yourself out of your soaked boots and clothing as you eyed the enormous bathroom and ultra fluffy robes that were provided.

“I’m going to go to the gift shop…” he announced, breaking the silence; “They do hoodies and stuff, i’ll grab some dry things to change into…”

“Thanks Agent Walker… I’m going to take a bath…”

He nodded quietly, standing at the door;

“It’s August… call me August”

You must have fallen asleep in the bath, as the next thing you know there is an insistent knocking on the bathroom door;

“Honey? Honey, everything ok in there?”

“Y-yes, Sorry, fell asleep…”

“Ok Honey, just got room service here delivering some lunch”

“Thanks Aug… Augie…”

Augie? Where the hell did that come from? You mentally chastised yourself. An hour ago he was your senior agent and all round grumpy supervisor, now he was ‘Augie’? You actually facepalmed yourself before taking a deep breath and climbing out of the bath. A few moments later once you were dry, wearing the fluffy robe you stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, your breath catching in your throat;

“Augie… we have company?”

Agent Walker was standing in the middle of the room in his shirt, underwear and socks, talking to the room service attendant as he tipped the young man;

“Darling, lunch is here, you must be famished” he let a warm smile spread over his face as he turned to the staff member; “We must have a bite to eat… expending lots of energy, it is our honeymoon after all…”

Once he’d ushered the man out of the room he cleared his throat and his expression dropped, his face serious again;

“I got your new attire… it fits more with the location” he motioned for you to follow him to the bed where there were a number of things laid out, however your feet were rooted to the floor; “What?”

“You’re… you’re in your underwear…”

He looked down, almost in shock to discover he was without his cargo pants;

“Yes? And you’re completely naked beneath that fetching white robe” he motioned to a side of the bed where a bunch of things were sat on the pristine white duvet; “So unless you wish to eat lunch having me know you are naked save for a glorified towel with sleeves - and that would be a delightful thought - you may want to get changed whilst i shower”

Without another word he smirked, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief and grabbed a pile of clothing on the bed, before sauntering into the bathroom, leaving you open jawed at both his sassiness and his tight ass in snug jersey boxers.

Turning back to what was laid on the bed you looked over what he’d managed to get in the hotel’s boutique; a daringly short floral summer dress, a hoodie with the Hotel’s logo on, a pack of novelty thong panties also with bears on, and the highest heeled wedge sandals you’d ever seen. Although none of this surprised you, it was after all the kind of hotel where in good weather, the rich and famous could have cocktails on the deck as they overlooked the Rocky mountains, the fact he’d managed to find your exact size in everything was impressive.

Leaving the heels off for now, you pull the panties and dress on, throwing the hoodie on unzipped to cover up a little, before going to investigate the food, realising that you probably hadn’t eaten for close to 24 hours. You were bent over the service trolley scrutinising the various dishes that had been delivered when you heard his voice;

“Huh, didn’t need to buy you a wallet, those tiny panties show off your silken purse beautifully Princess”

Spinning around you gasped, about to give him a piece of your mind but your train of thought stopped like a record scratch. There before you stood Agent August Walker, grey sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips, chest bare as he pulled a khaki green hoodie over his still damp curls. You noticed how his beard was a little beyond stubble, his mustache curling as a small smile tugged as his lips. Your gaze unashamedly ran down the length of his entire body, emphasis on length as it was clear he was without any underwear, and those rumours that were quietly whispered in the ladies room at the Pentagon were looking to be true as to exactly why they called him ‘The Hammer’.

Still holding a cooling French Fry he sauntered over to you before grabbing a sandwich from the platter;

“My apologies… that was inappropriate” he took a bite, before talking with his mouth full; “Been a crazy 24 hours huh?”

“Y-yeah, you could say that… so, what’s the plan?”

Just at that moment an incredible gust of wind rattled the windows to the point you thought they would blow in, the lights overhead flickered before settling back to bright as he answered;

“Eat, Drink, Sleep. We’re stuck here at least overnight. We don’t have any cells or electronics people can trace, and having checked the map this is not the closest civilisation to the crash site so even if people did come looking for us, this isn’t the first place they’d think of… however in this weather the roads are impassable, at least two rivers have breached their banks, we’re basically cut off from the rest of the world here in our own little bubble” he took a bite of sandwich before grinning at you; “So eat up, the bar downstairs is well stocked, dinner is apparently served in about 4 hours, and there’s a game room if you’re up for a round or two of pool…”

-

Giggling you both tumbled into your suite, August flicking the light switch up and down before realising the power had gone out at the exact moment he’d unlocked the door;

“Oooh dark… are you afraid of the dark Princess?”

The pair of you stumbled and turned, pushing the door shut and you found yourself pressed between it and August’s body, his lips finding your neck as he pressed kisses along your jugular, his facial hair leaving behind a trail of tingling skin in its wake;

“Depends who i’m in the dark with…”

He was so close, in the faint last traces of daylight as the storm took hold of the night you could see the outline of his face, how his long eyelashes rested against his cheeks as he closed his eyes, his breath warm on your skin as you were surrounded by his scent, pine soap and single malt whiskey;

“A monster…”

“I was never afraid of monsters…”

He dropped to his knees in front of you, pressing a kiss to your clothed stomach before his hands were beneath the skirt and pulling your novelty panties down;

“Hold your dress up Princess, show me that pretty pussy”

Doing as he told you, you gripped the pretty fabric in your hands as he hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, pressing kisses to your inner thighs before his thick fingers parted your folds and he dived in. His mustache and light beard pricked at your sensitive skin, but his tongue and lips soothed your aching core, desperate for attention and dripping with need as he went to town on you. He quickly brought you to orgasm before pushing you on for the next, his fingers now knuckle deep in your velvet walls, curling just right to find that spot that had you dripping, his tongue working against your clit to the point where you had to steady yourself by curling one hand through his soft chestnut curls, riding his face as you cried out his name.

Now over sensitive, you pulled his curls to get him to relent, a grunt of frustration coming from between your thighs;

“Augie… please… too sensitive…”

He quickly stood, lifting you to kiss you roughly, his tongue pushing into your mouth and you could taste yourself on his tongue as he gripped your ass as he carried you across the room before unceremoniously dropping you on the bed;

“Strip” he commanded as he staggered to the bathroom. 

You ignored his request, instead reaching for a bottle of water at the side of the bed, taking a drink from he as he returned holding a bottle;

“August… what’s that?”

He looked down at the bottle, almost surprised he was holding something and blinked a few times before looking back at you;

“Baby oil. Its... Baby oil”

“Why do you have Baby oil?” you asked, already knowing the answer but with a sly streak wanting to get him to admit it

“Because they didn’t sell condoms in the gift shop so i cant fuck your pussy because i can’t check to see if you’re on birth control” he blurted out quickly.

Whatever you had been expecting, it hadn’t been that, and as you coughed on the water you had been about to drink, August got distracted and moved to light the candles that sat on the table in the centre of the room now that the only available light was the tiny light over the sink in the bathroom that was battery operated. You watched as he somehow managed to strike the matches and light the candles even though he was visibly drunk, before returning back to the bed and standing over you;

“Why aren’t you naked?” he frowned at you; “Don’t make me rip that pretty little dress off of you Princess”

Shimmying out of your dress you bit your lip as you watched him watching you, the low light dancing over your body and enough for you to see the obscene bulge barely contained by his sweatpants. He stood at the edge of the bed, towering over you before he took hold of your ankles and roughly pulled you to the edge of the bed before he pulled the grey sweats down and you finally got sight of his legendary hammer;

“Fuck…”

“We’ll get to that Princess, but first, suck”

Taking him in your hands he was hot and throbbing at your touch, his thick shaft patterned with veins, heavy and virile. You pumped your fist, your fingers unable to meet as you worked his uncut dick. You felt his hand on the back of your head, pulling you closer until you had no choice but to open your mouth and take him as deep as you could, gagging as he immediately hit the back of your throat and started to fuck your mouth.

Holding your head in place with both hands he rocked his hips back and forth, groaning as he stretched your lips almost uncomfortably. Soon you had spit running down your chin as he rained down a stream of degrading compliments;

“Cock hungry slut, look at you with my dick in your mouth… does it taste good, Jesus christ your tongue is perfect, yeah do that thing again, fuck, i can feel your throat tight around me…” with a gasp he pulled out, a trail of spittle hanging from your lips to his angry red tip, before he grabbed the baby oil and pushed you back until you were laying flat on the bed;

“Push your tits together, i’m gonna fuck them and cum all over your pretty face”

He climbed on the bed, straddling your lower torso as you found yourself pushing your breasts together. The click of a bottle of baby oil and it was being poured in the valley of your chest, before he settled his dick against the slick skin. He dropped the bottle and with a grunt pulled his hoodie over his head, revealing his glorious chest, covered in dark hair and thicker than you had realised. 

His dick was heavy against your chest as he took your hands in his and showed you how he wanted you to hold your titties for him, rocking his hips bath and forth as his hot flesh slipped through your soft pillows, the angry tip poking out at your neck with each thrust;

“So fucking pretty, gonna cum all over that face… you wanna taste my cum you little slut? Yeah? Cock hungry slut, can’t get enough of my dick, can you?”

You didn’t answer, the lust in his eyes making you drunk with desire, instead you tipped your head to your chest and opened your mouth, letting August’s dick slide into your mouth, the salty tang of his precum hitting your senses.

His thrusts were becoming rough and violent, his hips squeezing your ribcage as he fought back against the urge to cum, but you wanted it, needed it;

“August, will you cum on my face, pretty please?” you batted your eyelashes at him innocently and it was the final straw, and you watched as he threw his head back and thick ropes of his creamy seed spurted over your mouth and cheeks as he groaned so deliciously. On the last spurt you leaned forwards and took his tip into your mouth, gently laving your tongue over the leaking slit, before releasing him softly. August had eased his gasp on your tits, and using his thick finger he scooped the cum from your cheek;

“Open wide Princess”

Sticking your tongue out you sucked the bitter treat from his finger, before he repeated it with the other cheek. Finally swallowing you grinned at him;

“Thank you August”

His hand paused on your cheek, softly cupping it;

“Anything for you Princess… now scoot up the bed, i wanna eat that pussy again whilst i get you ready for my dick”

He swung his leg over so you could wriggle up the bed, and immediately he was laying between your legs, both of your thighs over his shoulders as he started to sloppily eat you out again, except this time his lubed fingers strayed to your asshole and he already had one knuckle deep in your back entrance. You were writhing against his tongue, and although not as accurate with his targets this time now that the alcohol in his system was taking hold, that wide tongue was driving you to heaven as his fingers pulled you down into the dark pits of depravity that hell could only contain. You were uttering almost incomprehensible gibberish, begging for more which he eagerly gave, a second and soon a third finger stretching your ass as he prepared you for what was yet to come. You came with a scream as his wide tongue tormented your pussy until you had to physically pull him by his curls to stop, breathless as you watched him kneel on the bed and grab the baby oil, pouring some onto his hand to lube his dick before smoothing a considerable amount over your asshole and lined up his now raging hard on with your stretched hole. He paused, looking down at you;

“Final chance to back out… do you want me to fuck your ass?”

“Yes… please August, i want your dick in my ass, i want you to cum in my ass, treat me like a dirty anal slut”

With a groan he pushed forwards, slowly breaching your body and you felt the uncomfortable stretch of having a dick slide into your ass. Even with the prep and the oil it still took a while for your body to relax enough for him to push in, but when he eventually was balls deep in your ass you felt so full you were sure you would burst;

“Oh my god… You’re so big…”

“Taking me like a champ Princess, even with the oil your ass is so fucking tight i’m struggling not to blow my load right here and now”

“Fuck my ass August, do it hard, i wanna feel it in the morning…”

With a roar he started to fuck into you, holding himself up on his massive arms as his hips pistoned into you, filling your barren depths as his pubic bone rubbed against your empty pussy and your juices flooded his crotch;

“So fucking wet Princess, leaking all down your ass, its only adding to the lube so i can fuck you harder. Your poor little battered asshole, you’re barely gonna be able to sit tomorrow… apart from back on my dick as we have breakfast, don’t think this is the only time i’m gonna fuck your ass, i’m gonna use this hole until you’re loose and stretched, so i can just bend you over and slide my dick into your ass. Gonna hide those stupid panties i bought you, i want you walking around bare, my cum dripping down your legs where there’s so much inside you, you can barely keep it inside… shame the gift shop didn’t sell plugs, i woulda’ filled you with my load and have you plugged and ready lubed for me to use whenever i pleased…”

August’s dirty talk had you cumming hard, squeezing him tight and yet he fucked you straight through it. Laying limp as he continued to fill your ass he slowed and moved, kneeling on the bed as he moved your legs from either side of his lips until both your feet were over one of his shoulders, pushing and pulling you until he had one arm firmly wrapped around your knees and he could fuck into your ass as he held you like a rag doll. The new position was tighter, deeper, and as you started to pant out with lust his free hand rested on your throat, squeezing carefully but firmly;

“Harder…” you panted out, your head swimming as your airway was restricted, and as he pounded into your ass you were both getting close.

“Gonna cum in your ass, fill you up with a massive load, you want that Princess?”

You tried to say yes, but all that came out was a tiny croak as his massive hand gripped your throat. Before you could even try again your orgasm hit, your eyes rolling back in their sockets as you squirted, your body gripping him so tight he reached his peak, pushing in as deep as he could as he pumped your ass full of his cum.

August released his grip on your neck, pulling out gently as he softly lay your legs on the bed;

“Did so well Princess, such a good little slut…”

You could only hum out a response, your mind as used as your body was.

-

You woke to the sound of soft rain falling against the window, peering out from beneath the duvet you could see that the grey light of morning was filling the room, the storm seemingly blown mostly through with just a persistent rain now dampening the earth. Shifting on the bed you winced, everything was sore, but especially your ass. But then a warm body pressed to your back, a large hand smoothed over your stomach and a familiar voice spoke softly in your ear as stubble brushed against your bare shoulders;

“Rise and shine…”

“Hmmmmm no, i don’t wanna get up” you grumbled

“But…”

“Noooo. If we get up then we’ve got to think about things going back to normal, i just wanna pretend i’m able to stay in a hotel as nice as this when i’m not trying to escape a dangerous gang… too many responsibilities, too much stress… i just want another half hour of being treated like a Princess” you grumbled.

A quiet chuckle came from behind you;

“There’s no reason why we can’t do this again”

Turning in his arms, you looked at August;

“How? You’re my superior Agent, the CIA pushes and pushes and pushes, I never get enough time off to do something like this, If i had known i was literally signing my life away i would never have signed up for the academy. What’s the fucking use of earning a good wage if i can never enjoy it… and its not even that good of a wage to be honest…” you paused and narrowed your gaze; “Have you showered?”

“Yes. And i have a proposition for you…”

“Keep talking…”

August started to move, slowly climbing between your legs and you felt his hard dick resting against your folds, your pussy instinctively growing wet, slowly rubbing against you as he smiled down at you;

“As a senior agent i get a considerably better wage than you do, but i don’t have anyone to share it with, anyone to treat like a Princess and spoil with gifts that they deserve… but i also want someone that will be agreeable to my darkest desires…” he rocked his hips back before slowly parting his thighs, and you felt the nudge of his tip at your soaked pussy; “... someone, a woman i can treat like a Princess but will let me fuck them like a whore… can i fuck your pussy like a whore?”

The gentle nudge of his dick just stretching the ring of muscle that granted access to the heaven between your legs had you begging, pleading to be August’s Whore. He let out a sigh of pleasure as he slowly sank into your pussy, bare and unprotected filling you with his virile shaft;

“You’re my Slutty Princess…taking my dick like a pro”

In that hotel room August Walker became your sugar Daddy, and over room service breakfast you agreed the details of your arrangement as you sat on his lap, his dick in your ass as he fed you strawberries, before he grew impatient and bounced you on his dick until he came in your barren depths. Resting back against his chest, his softening dick still inside you he played with your pussy as he discussed the next step, trying to decide if a trip to an adult store or a jewellery store should be the first stop after returning to DC;

“How about a jewelled plug?” you suggested; “That’s the best of both worlds”

Holding your jaw he turned your head so he could kiss you, pulling away and grinning;

“See, that’s why you’re the perfect Princess, smart and sexy…”

You felt him start to harden in your ass again, wriggling and letting out a giggle as you felt him stretch your insides;

“Over the table or out on the balcony in the rain?” you asked

“Oooh lets do the balcony… its check out time so a few other guests will be able to see my little slut have her battered asshole filled with another load”

There on the balcony that overlooked the serene mountains August filled your ass again, your naked bodies soaked with the rain as he gripped your breasts whilst he fucked you from behind. 

You couldn’t wait to be August’s play thing.

#august walker #august walker x reader #august walker smut #henry cavill

[crazy4dragons]

Family Vacation

HTTYD Creative Week 2021

Day 5: AU 

Hiccup brings Astrid on a Haddock family vacation. Like Heaven AU. Rating: G.

“You know, Hiccup, if I never went to your house, and never came on this trip, I wouldn’t have guessed that your family was loaded.” Astrid gazed around the hotel suite room. “You don’t act like a rich kid at all.” She peeked into the bathroom. “But my Thor, this place is nice.”

It was the summer before freshman year of high school, and Stoick and Valka had allowed Hiccup to invite Astrid on a family vacation to Switzerland. He was getting older, and since he didn’t have any siblings, they thought it would be nice for him to have someone his age to hang out with.

Laughing, Hiccup opened his luggage and began unpacking. “I’m glad you don’t think I act like a rich kid. And yeah, it is nice.”

“I’ve never been on a vacation where I get my own bedroom and bathroom. Well, obviously we’re sharing, but you get what I mean.”

“I’m glad you’re here. My parents always get a two-bedroom suite when we go away, but if I’m being honest, I don’t like always sleeping in a room by myself. It gets lonely.”

“Well, now I’ll be around to keep you company.” Astrid unzipped her travel bag and started sorting her things. “Damn,” she groaned as she rummaged through her clothes. “I didn’t bring pajamas.”

“I have extra t-shirts and sweats if you want to borrow some,” offered Hiccup.

“I have some t-shirts, too.” Astrid said. “I’m just missing pants.”

“Wear your t-shirts, borrow my sweats. It’s an easy fix.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure.” He tossed her a pair of sweats.

“Thanks.” She piled the pants on top of her denim shorts. After organizing the rest of her clothes, she placed them in the dresser stationed against the wall. “Hiccup, do you know what time your parents were planning to get dinner? I’m starving.”

“Well, it’s already late, so we’ll probably just order room service. I can go ask Mom and Dad to call now if you want.”

“I don’t want to hurry them if they’re not ready. I’m your guest, remember? I shouldn’t be making unnecessary work for your family.”

“You’re not. My parents love having you around. I’m sure they’d be happy to order dinner.” After putting his toothbrush away, Hiccup stepped into the living room and made his way to Stoick and Valka’s bedroom. “Mom, Dad?” he said, pushing the cracked door open the rest of the way. “Can we get something to eat?”

“Of course, son,” Stoick replied. “What are you and the lass hungry for?”

“Astrid!” Hiccup shouted. “What do you want to eat?”

“Coming!” In a moment, Astrid was seated on the living room couch between Hiccup and Stoick while Valka continued to unpack. After looking at the room service menu and making a selection, Stoick placed the order.

“See? I told you that you wouldn’t be making unnecessary work,” said Hiccup as he and Astrid finished sorting their belongings.  

“Sorry for trying to be a polite guest,” Astrid retorted playfully.

By the time they were finished putting everything away, the food had arrived. After joining Stoick and Valka for the meal, the two friends headed back to their bedroom, ready for a good night’s sleep.

“Do you want to take the first shower?” asked Hiccup.

“Sure,” Astrid shrugged. She trudged into the bathroom, emerging in a towel twenty minutes later. “I’ll get dressed in here while you have your turn,” she said with a yawn.

“That works for me.” Hiccup took his shower quickly, struggling to keep his eyes open long enough to dry off, get into pajamas, and brush his teeth. When he finally finished, he crawled into bed, where Astrid was already lying, and curled up beside her.

“You know, hotel beds always feel weird,” Astrid remarked.

“Weird? How?” Hiccup asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “They just are. And the covers are never thick and cozy like regular duvet sets usually are.”

“If you’re cold, you can turn up the heat,” mumbled Hiccup, reaching to turn off his bedside lamp.

“I’m fine,” Astrid replied with a sleepy sigh. Rolling over, she snuggled against her friend’s back. “I’ll just cuddle with you. If it’s okay.”

“Do I really have a choice?” Hiccup playfully squeezed Astrid’s hand as she draped an arm over him.

“You could’ve told your dad you wanted him to ask for two small beds instead of this big one, but you said you were fine sharing.”

“I like sharing with you.” Hiccup closed his eyes. “At least, I like sharing with you when you’re not talking my ears off while I’m exhausted.”

“Shut up.” She gently punched his bicep.

“I could say the same to you,” teased Hiccup.

“Gods, I hate you so much,” Astrid mumbled, tightening her arms around Hiccup’s middle and burying her nose in his shoulder.

“Mmm-hmm, that’s why you’re all over me right now.”

“Hey, I don’t have any other cuddle buddies, okay?”

A rap at the door interrupted their banter.

“Come in,” called Hiccup.

“I thought I heard you two still up,” Valka said as she entered the room. “I just wanted to say goodnight.” She shuffled over to the bed and kissed both Hiccup and Astrid on the forehead. “Sleep well, loves. And remember, your door needs to stay open. Just because we’re not at home doesn’t mean we don’t still have rules.”

“Got it,” yawned Hiccup.

“Good. Now, I’ll let you two get some rest.”

“Goodnight, Mom,” Hiccup said. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, dear. Dad and I will be right next door if either of you need anything.”  

“Mmm-kay.” After Valka left, Hiccup turned his head to look at Astrid. “You alright?”

She nodded against his shoulder.

“Do you miss Berk?”

She nodded again.

“Me, too,” Hiccup yawned. “But we’ll have a good time here, even though you don’t like this hotel bed.” He said the last part teasingly.

“Are you making fun of your only friend?”

“Are you making fun of me for only having one friend?”

“I’m just kidding,” Astrid assured. “But you should join a club or something, get to know more people.”

Yawning again, Hiccup closed his eyes. “Yeah, right. I can join the nerdy book club that everyone laughs at,” he mumbled.

“Wait until high school this fall. New clubs, new people, new school. It’ll be a fresh start. For both of us.”

“Maybe,” Hiccup shrugged. “But Astrid?”

“Yeah?”

“Promise me we won’t stop being friends.”

The blonde wrapped her arms around him in a hug. “I promise.”

#fanfic #my writing #httyd #modern au #like heaven universe #hiccstrid #teenage hiccstrid #httydcweek2021 #dayfiveau

[extremelyblackandwhite]

handmaid - 07

PAIRING: mob!sebastian stan x ingenue!reader

WARNINGS: age gap

A/N: hope you enjoy this chapter xxx

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Y/N was excited, too excited even. If she had to choose a place to live for the rest of her live it had to be Paris. As a child, she used to read about it constantly, learning French when Gwen went through a phase of wanting to go to boarding school in France after watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, a decision which quickly went downhill as she lost interest which Y/N remembered being very sad about. However, now, she finally got to go to Paris in her own terms, or at least Sebastian’s terms which were slightly more freeing than those normally put out by Gwen and her need to stay inside whatever resort or hotel she was staying in, drinking and eating everything on the room service menu along with some flirting on the side. No, this time if Y/N wanted to go out, maybe she could as the bodyguards probably did a better job at defending Gwen from danger than she could ever do. In all honesty, if someone had them both at gunpoint, Y/N wouldn’t know exactly what to do. Her role was always mostly to be a company to Gwen, a company approved by Mr. Forrest and one that wouldn’t falter. 

After warning Gwen about the plans to go to Paris, the heiress, still very much suffering from a headache caused by the hangover, simply ordered one of the maids to prepare her suitcase before returning to drinking yet another cup of coffee. Y/N clapped her hands like an excited child, returning to her room and going through her clothing to put in a suitcase. You’d think that living with an heiress who travelled more than once a year would’ve lost interest, but not Y/N. Y/N loved travelling, loved packing and going to the airport, awaiting her flight in the lounge area drinking a very fancy mocktail and guessing where other people were flying too.

She was sat down on her bed, French travel guide she had gotten as a teenager in hand as she brushed up on her unused French, thinking about the things she could do once she landed. What she didn’t know was that Sebastian was observing her from her bedroom door. He had passed by to ensure she was alright and to warn her about the time they were leaving and had stayed once he noticed her mumble to herself in French, sentences normally used by tourists. Sebastian had to admit he found her rather intriguing, mostly her unwavering positivity and curiosity about the world she had been in since she was younger. It was refreshing to see someone like her not trying to climb up to the top of the chart by betraying, lying, and cheating. She was just there, living life as it came to her.

    - Y/N. - he called out for her attention before she could catch him stare at her from outside her bedroom. She raised her head from her book, hair messily wrapped around a periwinkle scrunchy. - We’re leaving at 6 PM, ensure Genevieve is ready for it. 

    - She is. She got the maids to pack her bag and is probably recovering from last night at this moment. - she put her book on top of her suitcase which was neatly placed on top of her white cotton duvet. - We shan’t be late, don’t worry. 

    - Hope you’re not afraid of heights, angel. 

    - Why do you call me angel? - she furrowed her brows, noticing how frequently he addressed her by the nickname. Was it coming from any other man she probably would have some sort of hatred toward it but coming from him ... she didn’t know, it just felt absolutely perfect, meant to be even. Even so, if Y/N had to describe herself it wouldn’t be as an angel, god never one, if she had to describe herself she would describe herself the way Mr. Forrest second wife had described her to one of her friends one late afternoon when Y/N was 5, a gullible little fool. In all honesty, everything but an angel. 

   - It’s a rather good fit, don’t you agree? - he crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the door frame. She shifted glances all around the room, staring at every single thing near her while shifting her weight from side to side. Sebastian merely stared at that behaviour, smirking at the effect he had caused on her and in little to no time, the lip biting was back. He cleared his throat, hands going back into his trousers’ pockets. - If you want you can grab any book from the library. 

   - No, I ... They’re really priceless copies, I might damage them. - she stuttered through her words, almost unable to accept another one of Sebastian’s offers. 

   - Pick whatever you want, angel. I’ll see you in a few hours. 

God, that man. She sighed once he left her room as if she had been holding her breathe. Had she? She did not know, all she knew is that being around him made her forget all the politeness and all her etiquette she had learned during her early childhood. He was just a magnetic, a sort of magnetism that Y/N herself couldn’t explain despite him belonging to a group  she had grown up within. No, there was absolutely something that differed Sebastian from Mr. Forrest. What it was? She didn’t exactly know and something told her not to protrude too much into that question.

Y/N just shook her head, deviating from those treacherous questions and took to pick one of Sebastian’s library’s thousands of books. She had to admit, he had quite the collection, just entering the library itself you could see piles and piles of shelfs stocked full with various book and as you ventured further into the room more would show up. However, it wasn’t the amount of books that made Y/N happy and warm inside. Although the amount helped, it was the smell. Old books in libraries had that sort of smell that was sweet and musky, warm like a blanket on a winter night. However, Y/N knew she had limited time to discover which books she would bring on her journey so with great sorrow she stopped her basking in the atmosphere of the library to pick two old favourites of her - Jane Eyre and Dangerous Liaisons.

With the two books on her hands, she paced down the halls onto Gwen’s bedroom, slowly and gently pushing the door open. To no surprise, the heiress was already dressed however she was sleeping, sprawled on her bed, head buried in her mountain of pillows. Y/N smiled amiably, edging over to her friend’s bedside and placing a soft hand over her arm, lightly shaking her awake. 

    - We have to leave for the airport, Gwen. - Y/N spoke in a silvery tone, returning to her standing position. Gwen rubbed the sleep off her eyes, not moving any other part of her body. - I’ll take your bags outside, please don’t go back to sleep.

    - Yeah, okay. - she moved her hand, gesturing for Y/N to exit her room which she did after ensuring the bodyguard who was constantly outside her door would make sure Gwen did not return to sleep. After placing both their suitcases at the top of the staircase, she returned to her room to grab her jacket and phone alone, ensuring everything was sin good condition.

As she closed the door of her bedroom, her head swivel vaguely to the right side of the hall and to the slightly open office door. She could see Sebastian walking from side to side, left hand griping his phone as he spat some very passive aggressive French to whomever poor soul was on the other side of the line. He wasn’t wearing his typical blazer, instead his perfect polished white dress shirt was slightly opened, sleeves pulled up to his elbows showing the definition of his forearms and a lee way into his chest. 

Y/N bite her lip, eyes slowly blinking as she took in the sight of him. Of course she was not gonna deny that he was an handsome man, he was, probably the most handsome man she had ever met despite everything. Her mind, however, scolded her for this behaviour, telling her not to go and play Acteon. She knew exactly how untrustworthy people were dealt with in the mob. 

   - I better return with two more suitcases for this to be worth it. - Y/N was removed off her “teenage dream” like thoughts by Gwen who had a pair of sunglasses firmly pressed against the bridge of her nose. - You must be excited, you’ve always liked Paris. 

   - Well, you did never leave the resort last time we went. - Y/N followed one of the employees who was holding their bags,  and the bodyguards down the stairs, the laid back image of Sebastian still tattooed on her mind.

The two women were accompanied into one of the cars by by driver and the bodyguards. Y/N had quickly learned that, almost as if they were some deviant version of the royal family, Gwen and Sebastian barely travelled together in cars, unless strictly necessary. She would guess it meant someone would survive and carry on the legacy if an accident was lethal, however, it still felt very much wrong. 

After quite a few minutes in the car, she could make out the airport yet instead of seeing it drive through departures, the car instead took onto a very controlled track on the landing area of the airport which made her eyes widen with enthusiasm. The young woman couldn’t help but remove her sunglasses, placing them on top of her head, as she saw the planes up close from the car’s.

The car came to a halt and like a child on Christmas’ morning, she was the first one out of the car, observing the rather smaller plane in front of her when in comparison to commercial planes. Sebastian was still on the phone as he climbed the stairs inside the plane which made a switch turn on into Y/N’s head, this was his jet. He had his own personal jet and the idea of being able to travel everywhere and anywhere at any personal time. 

Gwen, unlike her friend, didn’t seem that bothered with the fact he had his own plane, despite the fact her family did not own one. Tired, the heiress was the second one inside the plane while Y/N still stood outside, watching the light hit the material of the plane’s outside. Her mind could not wrap around both of them not being totally stunned.

   - Miss Y/N? - one of the bodyguards by the staircase extended his hand to her, wondering if she were scared. Y/N merely joyously smiled, taking his hand as she climbed up the stairs inside the jet. 

Once again she was wondered by the sheer luxury of the planes’ inside. It was painted a soothingly beige with accents of a dark coloured wood, possibly rosewood. The chairs were in a white leather material and unlike commercial airlines, there was plenty space for her to sprawl her legs. 

Gwen was already sleeping on one of the chairs and Sebastian was still on the phone, speaking in very menacing French. Y/N decided not to interrupt either of them and took a sit on a window side seat, putting her earbuds on and opening Dangerous Liasons. The flight attendants had placed some appetisers by her side and as the plane was about to take off, a very annoyed Sebastian took a place near Y/N. 

Y/N closed her book as she noticed his lips mashed into a fine line, forehead tense. Removing her earbuds, she slightly moved her body so it could face him and lifted the arm rest.

  - You seem awfully sad. - she commented, earning his attention. 

  - I’m not sad, angel. I’m just surrounded by a bunch of fucking idiots. - he rubbed his hand against his face, stopping at his temples to massage that spot.

  - You can’t control everyone, Sebastian. - she pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. - It’s not worth worrying about it. 

  - Everyone is controllable, angel, you just need to know their price. You, of all people, should know that. 

  - You did say I’m incredibly sheltered from this sort of lifestyle. Maybe I’ll learn it someday, but until I don’t, I’ll stick with my opinion. - she opened her book again, leaning against the comfortable leather. Sebastian, however, was not done with their conversation.

   - Dangerous Liasons, loving Paris ... One would think you have a lover there awaiting you. - it was mostly a detective-like question, the type of question his father had taught him to ask. This was the sort of common talk, innocent question that most of the times gave him the information he so preciously kept for his own personal and professional use. Y/N felt a flush of heat travelling up to her cheeks, she really was not one for lovers, or at least did not have the time. She had had fun with a boy back in university whom she had kissed and felt none of that special thing they spoke about in books but other than that she just stood on the shade of the much more appealing Gwen. 

   - It’s not a lover. 

   - What is it then? It cannot simply be because you’re an English student that you hold Paris in such high regard. It’s just a city. 

   - When I was younger, Mr. Forrest was in France for almost a full year. Me and Gwen stood with her first step-mother, Eliza ... She was a horrid woman and I think I wrote postcards to Mr. Forrest every single day writing him to come back. - she smiled in recollection of her childhood self, the bad almost unreadable calligraphy of the postcards and how she and Gwen would hide in the kitchen from Eliza until she screamed her head off in frustration. - He couldn’t come back, that was business, but when he did he brought me this stunning music box. I still remember it, it was white with golden accents and when you opened it, it had a little crystal dove in the background of a hand painted Paris scenery. It used to play ‘La Vie en Rose’. I always promised myself that one day, I would sit down in a balcony looking at the same scenery listening to it.  

  - You’ll probably only hear the sounds of loud shops and cars. You would be better with your little music box.

  - It broke during my teens. I tried glueing it back with stick glue ... - she giggled at her own childish mistakes. - But that’s the thing of dreams, isn’t it? You can’t always make them come true. 

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[richiebrook]

Just this once (milex ficlet)

“At least drink summat.” Alex’s brow is creased in a deep frown, the one he also uses when he’s not satisfied with his own writing. It makes Miles painfully self-aware, and so he shakes his head.

“I’m good,” he says. “You just go back home, yeah? I’ll be fine here. Got me bed and the telly, don’t I?”

Alex hesitates in the doorway. “I’ll make you a cuppa,” he then says, and disappears around the corner. 

Miles lets out a breath and sinks back into the pillows. Alex wasn’t supposed to show up unannounced. If he’d simply shot Miles a quick text like he usually does, everything would have been fine. Miles would have been excited and loud and ready. But he isn’t ready now.

Alex pads back into the room, two steaming cups of tea in his hands. “Alreyt then,” he mutters, balancing the mugs on the mess of magazines and candy wrappers on Miles’s nightstand. “Scoot over.”

Miles scoots over and Alex climbs into bed next to him. “There you go,” he says, handing Miles his favourite Yellow Submarine mug. “Drink that. Ye’ll feel better.”

“You’re not supposed to be here. We’re still in lockdown.” Miles sips his drink. It’s easier like this, with Alex telling him what to do.

Alex shrugs his shoulders. “Louise and I have spent the past week and a half at our place. Alone. I think it’s safe to say I’m healthy. We even got our food delivered like proper lazy rockstars, eh? Because I knew you’d be telling me exactly what yer telling me now.”

“I’m not talking about you.” Miles sets his tea aside. It tastes like nothing. “I went out. Two nights ago. I thought I were going mad so I went over to Jay’s.”

“You saw a friend.” Alex shrugs his shoulder. He drinks his tea and stretches his legs out in front of him. “As long as you had a good time, I’m sure it’s fine.”

“It’s not fuckin’ fine, Al. I could make ye sick.”

Alex arches an eyebrow. “You don’t sound very ill. We’ll be okay. We just ‘ave to work out the logistics.”

Miles can’t look at him. He feels caught. Alex wasn’t supposed to walk in on the mess that he’s made of his apartment; he wasn’t supposed to see the piles of laundry on the bathroom floor, the takeout boxes in the living room, the pigsty that is his bedroom. Smells like one too, probably. “What logistics?” he snaps.

“The logistics of me staying ‘ere,” Alex explains patiently, as if he were talking to a child. Miles huffs. “I mean, I’m going to a need a place to write and what with you working on yer own music, I’m guessing that I can’t use your study.”

“Study’s free,” Miles says. “Album’s done. You know that.”

“All mine, then.” Alex smiles triumphantly. “That’s great. I like the vibe of yer place. It’ll be perfect for writing.”

It’s only then that Miles realises what Alex is saying. He looks up and narrows his eyes. He should be grateful, but there’ll probably be none of that until tomorrow, when he feels a little less humiliated by Alex’s surprise visit. “I’m fine, Alex,” he says flatly. “I live alone. It’s what I do. I’m good at it. I enjoy it.”

“I know you do.” Alex sets his own mug aside and pulls the pizza stained duvet up to his shoulders. Miles wishes the floor would swallow him up right then and there. “Joost like I enjoy writing, but if I had to do that 24/7 for months on end, they’d have to put me away in a mental ‘ospital.”

Miles stares at him. “You’re not makin’ any sense.”

“I never do.” Alex chuckles. “But people listen to me words sometimes, regardless. They even buy them sometimes. I’m not sure why that is, but I’m thinking that just this once, per’aps you should do the same. Just this once, eh?”

Miles laughs softly. He can’t help himself. “And what are those words, exactly?” he ventures. Alex has already won and he knows it. No need to draw it out.

“Well.” Alex arches his eyebrows and slides over to Miles, making sure their shoulders touch. “Take a break. Make yer bed. Go outside with me. And let me look after ye for a week. Or two.”

Miles chuckles. “Really, that’s it? Nothing profound about moon hotels and monster trucks? I’m severely disappointed,” he murmurs, hiding his smile in Alex’s shoulder. 

And Alex laughs, too. “No moon hotels, I’m afraid. We’ll be staying at home just like everyone else.”

But Miles finds that maybe he doesn’t mind so much. He doesn’t drink his tea and he sure as hell won’t be thanking Alex anytime soon, but Alex’s shoulder is a hell of a lot more comfortable than his pillow, so perhaps he’ll allow it. Just this once.

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[chemiste]

Foresight ~ ch. 9

a/n : cool cool, heres ch 9, ALSO i will be posting y/n’s assignment when it’s all finished so that’ll be a couple chapters later, that’s why you’re not seeing certain pics rn. love y’all, please talk to me if you want id love to hear what y’all have to say, any thoughts theories about the story? whats going on in your life? tell meeeeeeeeee!!!!!

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“Guys, we’ve got a problem.” 

Mitch said from the main section of the tour bus. You had been trying to get a few more hours asleep, but the soft rumble of the tour bus was changed to screams from outside the bus. 

You moved your curtain back and stepped out into the bedroom compartment, rubbing the sleep from your eye. 

“What is that…” 

The words died on your tongue as you looked through the blackout veils in the living room. It was crazy. It was like all of Denmark was there, crowding around the Royal Arena, excitedly anticipating Harry’s arrival.

“So this is what 10,000 people looks like huh.” 

You said, still a bit gobsmacked. You looked around at who was in the main compartment and saw Harry sitting on the left couch. 

You plopped down beside him and threw your legs up onto the remaining part of the couch, leaning arm again his chest. With his right hand, the poster had been scrolling through Instagram, looking at all the postings from fans for tonight. 

On the other couch, Jeff was on a call chatting with someone about the new people barrier they’d need to get through. 

He ended the call, “The good news is our other buses were able to get here early enough and unload in the back before the crowd started. The problem now is getting us through the crowd, I called ahead and we’re gonna turn around and take an SUV in to try and be more inconspicuous. Everyone, what you need for the show cause we wont be able to get back to the tour bus till afterwards.”

The group complied and went into the back rooms as the tour bus exited the Arena parking, heading to the secret location where you all would switch vehicles for attempt number two. 

You straighten your duvet out, having not pulled out anything during the drive so you didn’t have anything to pack. You glanced over to Harry who was shoving a stray piece of paper that had scribbles all over them into a journal that seemed overstuffed. “

Are those lyrics?” You asked, slinging your backpack onto your shoulder. His eyes looked up at you briefly and then he nodded. 

“Yeah, uh, just writin’ whenever I can yeh know?” 

You put your shoes back on and headed into the living compartment. 

“Alright everyone off and into the SUV pronto so any fans that decided to follow the tour bus don’t intercept our exit.” 

Jeff said, taking the keys from the rental man who handed them to him. 

You all piled into the SUV, you and Clare in the very back, then Hélène, Harry squished in the middle, Sarah, and then Mitch with Jeff in the front. 

“I’m a big boy why I’m I the one sitting ‘ere in the middle!” 

He whined as the SUV pulled out onto the road, making his knees hit the console. 

You laughed and pulled out your phone for a quick picture, but you weren’t fast enough as Harry snatched your mobile device out of your hand. 

“Hey! Give that back you, thief!” 

“Nope! I think we need som’ pictures of you know junebug,” the poster cackled, turning the flash on and leaning into Sarah’s lap to take a bunch of snaps of you crawling from the backseats. 

You groaned and put your hand up to block the flash dots that had been clouding your eyes. 

“Come on! Do better than that Y/N!”

 He teased, you responded by changing you hand briefly to flip him off and then to a rocker hand sign. Satisfied, the boy handed you your phone back, that stupid smirk donned on his face.

Cute stupid smirk…

Huh? Psh, yeah whatever.

“Okay crouch everyone, we’re pulling in.” 

Jeff called as he pulled into the Arena parking lot again. You watched as the SUV got through easier than last time. You could see from your crouched position some of the fans lined up, or walking together to the doors. 

Some were holding signs, others had matching t-shirts. They all seemed so elated to be here, and it made you proud of Harry. 

You looked up and saw Harry doing what you had been, watching his fans. A small smile grew on his face and you could see how truly appreciative he was of his fans.

Finally the SUV got to the back gate where the other tour buses had been stationed, Jeff rolled down his window and gave the man at the booth his pass. After it had been approved, the gate opened and allowed the SUV in, closing immediately as some fans tried to slip through but to no avail.

“One more time everyone, 3, 2, 1.” 

The beats for Carolina started to play, and the band started up again, Harry standing in the middle of the stage still in sweats, hanging not changed yet.

 It had been a few hours since they were able to get and now were just adjusting a few things for the performance like always. 

You were sitting on the stage off to the side, laptop in lap. Those assignments didn’t do themselves. You were going through your photos, trying to see if any recent pictures matched some of the words you needed for your last assignment.

After that you head back to the dressing room, having time to kill as the band gets dressed and pampered. You decide to check in with Maggie and give her an update.

It was March 30th now, you were in Barcelona sprinting through the aisles as Harry performed Kiwi. 

The concerts had been going well, Norway and Germany were beautiful but it all went by so fast that your memories seemed blurry. 

But you remembered your off day yesterday with crystal-like perspective.

“Harry, look at this field oh my god have you seen anything more beautiful!?!” 

You and Harry had taken the day off to find something of nature since the only thing y’all had been around the previous week were cement walls. 

The both of you stumbled along a lovely meadow in a hill dip about an hour away from Barcelona, where he would be performing tomorrow night. The grass was tall and vivacious, little purple and pink flowers sprang up in between the stems. 

H turned to you with a smile that resembled a kid on Christmas Day. He looked absolutely soft and sweet, wearing that blue and white striped hoodie. You matched him slightly, wearing a white sweater and blue skirt complemented by thigh-high boots to keep your legs warm. 

“Woohoo!”

 He yelled as he ran straight into the flowery abyss and flopped into the ground. You trotted over to him, laughing and snapping photos of the hill line and the fluffy white clouds. 

He giggled and you looked down to the boy underneath you. You took a picture of him and smiled. 

Scanning back through the photos on the small screen, you think if you’d been a least a foot farther from him you wouldn’t have heard what he said quietly.

“You’re very pretty yeh know.”

You snapped up to look at him, a bit surprised from the compliment.

“Oh, thank you. You are too.”

 He crinkled his nose at your response, groaning and then sitting up enough to wrap an arm around your was it and drag you down to his level. 

“Harry!”

You scream, sorta laughing as your fall was buffered by the flower bed. The sky was lovely, a bright blue. Clouds were scattered around and the wind slightly pickup, making you shiver. 

“Come ‘ere.”

 He said softly, pulling you rest your head don his chest. You held your camera up to his face, showing him a picture. 

“This one is gonna be for ‘silly’.” You said. 

“It’s perfect.” 

You thought so too.

A cheer shook you out of your trip down memory lane.

Right, the concert.

You gripped you camera in your hand and scanned the stage to find the boy you were suppose to be taking shots over.

Or off of…

Stop it Y/N!

He looked good, decked out in the black and white patterned suit.

 “ ‘ve ripped man trousers!” You heard him say with a laugh.

You rolled your eyes, this boy. After a few more songs, he starts up Anna and you laugh. Oh this song.

You’re taking photos, bopping slightly to it, hey it’s a catchy song!

But then he turns to you and gives you a smile.

Oh no.

The lights shining off his suit and hair make him seem like he’s sparkling, and that smile just made your heart stop. 

It’s like you’re fully seeing him in a different light and it’s breathtaking.

Oh, fuck, maybe I do like him.

You’re pacing in your hotel room.

Slightly freaking out.

“I like him! I can’t believe it, Maggie was right I’ve got a stupid crush! I can’t— this, how?” 

You talk to yourself, trying to figure out when it all added up for you. The little touches, him saving you from the crowd that one time, sneaking out and touring Amsterdam, even the way you interacted with each other was different from the rest of the band. 

“I’m—I’m totally overthinking this right? There’s no way…”

 You’ve never felt this way before, the heart races when he smiles, the look he gives you after a laugh, when you hug or snuggle into him on the couch, how his cologne smells making you feel at home and loved.

You stopped pacing.

“Oh my god, am I in love with Harry Styles?!”

Yes, yes I am.

You turn, gobsmacked and flop onto your bed.

What am I gonna do…

You’re in the terminal in at 5am, waiting for the flight to Milan.

It’s dead quiet sans the occasional custodian worker of business group getting off an all-night flight. 

You’re standing at a sunglass kiosk, trying on different pairs in the little round mirror set up. The band is across the wide walkway sitting on various chairs waiting for the flight. 

Maybe or maybe not you’d been slightly avoiding Harry since the night of your little proclamation. During the Madrid show, you’d opted out of taking photos, instead going out to look around the city and maybe pick up enough stupid tourist gifts to make you forget. 

Thankfully Harry didn’t seem to notice your sudden change in moods, unfortunately it meant he was coming over to you right now and you couldn’t stop it.

“Like any of the sunnies?” 

He asked, grabbing a pair and popping them on and making a funny face at. You shrugged, not answering. 

Oh great, now he seemed to have picked up on your inner turmoil when you didn’t speak, taking the glasses off and putting them back in their rightful place. 

“You okay?” 

He asked quietly, concern coating the edge of his words. 

You nodded, pushing back some of you hair behind your ear and turning to the small mirror to look at your reflection. 

“ ‘m just a bit tired.” You answered, hoping that would be enough for him. 

He nodded, thinking for a moment then holding up his phone. 

“Picture?” 

You smiled, “H it’s 5am I don’t look the nicest for a picture right now” 

“Oh come on Y/N you’re gorgeous any time of day.”

Not helping.

“Fine fine, but I don’t want to be seen.” 

He opened the camera and pointed it into the mirror, “Okay then how are we gonna take this picture love?” 

You wrapped you hands around his head to cover his eyes, “Like this goofball.”

 He smiled, “You’re the goofball right now.” 

After throwing up a peace sign with his spare hand, he snapped the picture and then checked to see if it was good. 

“I like, ‘m gonna post it.” 

You yawned and nodded to his statement.

Guess I wasn’t fully lying, I am pretty tired.

“H, we’re ready to go.” 

Mitch called, you both grabbed your suitcases and rejoined the group, following the flight attendant into the small plane. 

You were first in line down the aisle and quickly found a seat in the back of the plane, hoping Harry would opt to sit with someone else a few seats in front of you, after all there were only about 20 seats in the plane, hopefully he’d pick not pick the one right next to you.

I’ve got too much to think about, I might burst into flames if I have to smell his vanilla spice cologne for the next two hours.

“Mind if I sit here?”

Fuck.

“Yeah sure.” 

He slid into the seat with ease, tucking his bag under the chair. You curled into the corner of your seat, trying to put a small bit of distance between you but not too much to make him worried. 

Harry turned to look at you, propping his left elbow up on the squishy armrest between the two of you. 

“I remember the first tour we did fo’ 1D, got ’t was hectic. Stupid, teenagers on the road wit’ too much money an’ not enough discipline. The first month was crazy, all of us high on the feelin’ of performing once we’d gotten over the stage fright, then immediately going t’ a new town, meetin all these people, ’t was a dream. But then a couple months later we could feel the toll, I don’t think I really realized how exhausted I was from touring until the last night where instead o' celebratin, I went to sleep right when we entered the hotel an’ didn’t wake up till 3pm the next day.” 

Harry’s little heart spill didn’t help you too much with your dilemma, might’ve just made you fall for him even more, but you appreciated the fact that he was trying to let you know he knew the feeling. 

“Thanks H.” 

You mumbled, face squished into the headrest of your seat. 

He patted his shoulder, “Come ‘ere, yeh can fall asleep on me.” 

Your eyes widen, “Oh, don’t worry about it, I’m fine—“ 

“Nonsense, come on, you’ll wake up without a creak in yo’r neck yea?”

Fuck it.

“Alright.” 

You scooched over and nestled into the British heart-throb, soaking in that damn vanilla cologne you’d sworn to avoid.

He laid his head on top of yours and you made yourself relax, cause you couldn’t deny it, it was pretty comfy like this with him.

Pretty comfy indeed.

During the concert, all you can think about while taking pictures is how the Styles boy might be sweeping you right off your feet. 

The little dance moves he makes, so erotic but beautiful in the same way, like he’s in another room dancing on his own in the dark. The way he throws he head back during certain parts of a song, caught up in the moment—

She’s such a good girl,

“Be professional! You’re on job for gods sake,” You muttered to yourself, raising the camera again.

She feels so good,

She feels so good,

But then you lower the camera again to watch as he rocked his hips with the beat, jaw-dropping at the sight. You looked up to his face as he turns, that was now looking at you.

He started to strut on the stage, slowing making his way to you, eye contact unwavering.

“I met her once and wrote a song about her

I wanna scream, yeah

I wanna shout it out

And I know she hears me now.”

Hold on, knows?!

He finally let his eyes drift back to the crowd, singing la la las with the rest of the band. 

You on the other hand, were having a miniature heat attack.

The gesture was so raw, so real, too real. It’s like he was talking to your soul, reaching out to tell you—

Does this mean he likes me too?

telephone hour for this chapter!

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[artificialqueens]

Blank No More (Biadore) - Tanawrites

Summary - Bianca and Adore wake up together after a night out on tour.

A/N - might not be what you’re expecting from the description - or a totally realistic idea but I couldn’t get it out of my head so enjoy the pure mindless fluff that it is!

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It’s with a groan that Roy stirred awake, instantly aware of a throbbing in his temples. His mouth felt dry and when he went to rub his eyes, his hand came away with black smudges. It wasn’t often he went to bed without fully cleaning Bianca away from his face so that paired with the  initial symptoms of a nasty hangover told him that last night had been a big one.

He wasn’t surprised to notice a dark head of hair curled up on his shoulder, clingling closer and making a noise of disapproval as Roy started to shift. Danny usually ended up in Roy’s bed whether they were sharing a hotel room or if they were down the hall from each other. It had started as the four of them, the familiarity of the ABCD group piling into bed with each other, either too drunk or too reluctant to part from the comfort of their makeshift family some nights when they felt so far away from any other sense of normalcy.

As they continued to tour with each other and they realised Darienne snored and Courtney more often than not brought trade back to the hotel room with her, Danny and Roy spent almost every night together. It didn’t matter if they came back together or if Danny came in hours later than Roy, they almost always found themselves in the same shared space every morning. Plus, Roy was the only person who could get Danny up on time.

The dull light that peaked through the corners of the curtains told Roy it was well into the afternoon and much later than he usually got up, on days he wasn’t nursing quite possibly his worst hangover in years. When he was younger, partying was just as much part of the gig as the performance was. Drag work meant clubs and clubs were exclusively night work. Even drag brunch was performed after not sleeping from the Saturday before. Shots backstage in the dressing room quickly translated into a glass of wine while getting ready and afterparties. Roy didn’t participate nearly as much in all the antics and partying as his fellow Drag Race sisters did. This tour had been somewhat of an exception though, much at Courtney and Adore’s insistence.

Roy was getting glimpses into the previous night as he closed his eyes again to soothe some of the pain. Going out after the show, still in drag, dancing with Adore in a club, taking shots with Courtney, saying a reluctant goodnight to Darienne and then not a lot else. Some hazier memories without Courtney, of being in a cab with Adore practically in her lap and not much else after that. They’d somehow made their way back to the hotel though and after daring a glance at the nightstand, Roy’s phone seemed to be in tack even if it wasn’t on charge and his bank card thankfully next to it.

As he woke up more, his hand running along Danny’s back as a gentle way to start waking him up, Roy noticed they were both in nothing but their underwear. That wasn’t unusual though, the lack of privacy in dressing rooms, sharing a hotel room so often and the numerous occasions Roy has stumbled Danny into a shower after a drunken night meaning there were little to no barriers between them anymore. He was just grateful he’d somehow managed to get them both out of their costumes and cinchers before they’d passed out.

There was extra pressure on his hip other than Danny’s body though, a discomfort where Danny’s knee was nudging against, leg tossed over both of Roy’s thighs.

Eyebrows knit together in a frown, Roy peeled back the blanket. There was a bandaged taped in place on his hip, half covered by his briefs. Quickly dismissing the thought that he’d hurt himself somehow in the show, he started to pull off some of the tape. If it was rare for him to wake up with a hangover, it was unheard of for him to come home hurt after a night out. Even after completely letting go of his inhibitions, Roy by nature was always careful and especially as Bianca, in control of the situation.

“Let me up, my love.”

Roy nudged Danny’s arm until he grumbled a little but loosened his hold enough to let Roy slip out from the embrace. Standing up was briefly disorientating but even the raging headache wasn’t enough to distract Roy from his curiosity. He padded into the bathroom, wincing at the harsh lights until his eyes adjusted.

He looked at the bandage in the mirror and watched his reflection as he tucked the waistline of his briefs down to see the bandage in full. It honestly wasn’t that big at all but he couldn’t work out what he could possibly have done to the dip of his hip bone to warrant a bandage. Or more importantly, who had bandaged him up? It certainly hadn’t been him or Danny, considering they seemed to be in about the same state. Impatient, he was hasty in pulling off the tape but was cautious as he pulled the bandage away, not knowing what to expect.

“No fucking way.”

-

The night before was one of their biggest crowds yet and they all felt the difference. Performing to any crowd at all was an experience but one of this volume, to see the rows going further back than they could with the stage lights partially in their eyes and to hear the applause not of a hundred people in a club but thousands. The atmosphere was addictive and they closed the show a high. Once they’d all caught their breath backstage, there was no discussion of if they were going out but just a matter of where.

A few hours into the night, after Courtney had separated from the group to talk to the guy she’d been eyeing since the first club and Darienne called it a night, Adore was hanging off Bianca’s shoulder at the bar. Their makeup was slightly smudged from sweat both from the show and dancing but it was mainly in tack still. Their wigs had seen better days but in Adore’s case, that was true even before the show and Bianca would have told her that, had she not been in such a good mood.

“Come on, Delano. Let me buy you another drink.”

It wasn’t often or ever that Adore was the voice of reason between the two of them. Bianca took celebrating seriously though and tonight there was a definite reason for it. She’d been the one offering a round of shots, to agree to Adore’s first request to dance despite her usual reservations, the one who complained and tried to convince Darienne to stay out longer.

“Let’s go back to the hotel, Yanx. We can drink more from the mini-bar.”

Adore tugged on Bianca’s hand, letting her lips drop into an exaggerated pout to counter Bianca shaking her head stubbornly.

“I had to tuck for the show and it’s so uncomfortable.”

“Go untuck in the bathroom!”

Using her free hand, Adore tugged up her miniskirt just enough so that Bianca could see the thin strap of the thong Adore was wearing and made it obvious why she couldn’t untuck. Without the support of the tape, that thong certainly wasn’t going to be enough support for the short skirt. Bianca rolled her eyes but was quick to tug the material back into place.

“Alright, alright, you whore. Lead the way.”

Bianca allowed their fingers to lace together instead of the loose hold so that Adore could lead them to the exit, already fishing into her bra with her free hand to pull her phone out to book them a ride back to the hotel.

The cool air was a stark contrast from the stuffiness of the club and although momentarily relieved, Bianca knew they’d get cold quick. She sighed, trying to get her eyes to focus on the screen so she could type the address of the hotel. She was snapped back into the moment when Adore tugged excitedly on her hand, nearly dropping her phone in the process.

Before she could make a snide remark about Adore practically ripping her arm off, she was being tugged down the street until they came to a stop a few doors down. Confused for a moment at what she was looking at, Bianca looked the store up and down dubiously while Adore bounced on the spot.

“We have to. Come on!

-

Roy was frozen for a moment as he looked at his reflection, at what the bandage had revealed. He blinked once. Twice. Then he was moving back into the main room, reaching for the corner of the duvet and tugging it off the bed despite the loud complaints from Danny.

“I swear to god, Adore.”

He avoided Danny’s hands that were alternating between swatting at him and trying to grab a hold of him, no doubt to pull him back to bed to make up for the lost warmth. He was too caught up in his task to be tempted, though bed was more and more inviting as his head spun, a mix of his confusion and the resounding headache.

“You better have one too.”

Mumbling to himself at this point, he ignored Danny’s squinting gaze that looked down at him and tugged against Danny’s knee where he’d curled it up into himself.

“Quit squirming around.”

Grateful that Danny compiled without complaint, Roy pressed against the planes of Danny’s stomach until he was laying flat but he was surprised to find no matching bandage covering Danny’s hip. Remembering that the idea came from Danny initially, Roy was dumbfounded that he was the only one to leave the shop with a tattoo. His first and only tattoo.

He even lifted the waistband of Danny’s thong on each side to make sure there wasn’t one covered by the material, shaking his head as Danny giggled at the touch from under where his hands were covering his face, no doubt to try and escape the dull light that was entering the room.

“Are you coming on to me?”

“In your wildest dreams. Or at least the ones you have when I wake up to you humping my ass.”

Even in his state of shock, Danny’s responding laugh had Roy’s lips lifting in a smile. He shifted to kneel by Danny’s side instead after reaching for the blanket and tugging it back over Danny, resting back on his heels.

“I’m guessing you can’t tell me how I got this?”

He pulled down his underwear on one side to show Danny the small but prominent tattoo. He glanced up to gauge Danny’s reaction, expecting it at least to be as surprised as he was. He wasn’t expecting the amused, knowing grin that was spread across Danny’s lips.

“You bitch!”

“Hey, you were all about it! I picked it out but you loved it last night!”

Roy rolled his eyes. Of course Adore picked it out, he should have picked that immediately as his memories came back to him. Some were still fuzzy, especially in getting back to the hotel and how on Earth any tattoo artist decided that either of them were sober enough to be inked.

He got up again, returning to the bathroom to keep looking at himself in the mirror, turning from side to side. Part of him wanted to rub his finger across it, as if to see if it was fake or not but he swallowed the urge and instead picked up the pamphlet he’d noticed when he was in the bathroom earlier. After a quick read through, he noted it was instructions on ‘how to care for your new tattoo’.

“Alright, expert. Can I shower with this thing yet or not?”

He knew the instructions would probably tell him that but he tossed them back onto the bench after he got a decent idea. Danny probably wasn’t the best person to ask. As many tattoos he had, Danny was hardly someone who went by the book as Roy liked to normally. With the exception of apparently getting a tattoo impulsively.

He was about to poke his head back into the main room to see why Danny hadn’t responded when he felt hands coming to rest on his sides, curling around his abdomen and a chin settling against his shoulder. Roy leaned back into the embrace, his eyes flitting up from the tattoo to Danny’s face instead.

“Do you like it?”

Roy took a moment before responding. He watched Danny’s hand gently trace around the tattoo, not touching it but closely around the outline of the small but defined mermaid now permanently on his skin.

“I’m just glad you didn’t pick a dildo or something.”

He chuckled as Danny nudged him from behind, unhappy with that as a response and wanting Roy to continue.

“I like it, angel. Relax, even drunk I wouldn’t do something I didn’t want to. It’s cute.’”

Danny relaxed against him, having heard what he needed to release any lingering guilt that was ready to emerge if Roy hated it, if he felt that Danny had pressured him into anything.

“I like it too.”

“I really like that it’s not somewhere I’ll have to cover up for Bianca.”

Something unrecognisable crossed Danny’s expression then that made Roy’s eyebrow quirk in interest. He was already comforted by the fact that it wasn’t on his arm or his face or somewhere else obnoxious so he wasn’t worried, just curious as he watched Danny squirm in their reflection. He turned in Danny’s arms to face him.

“So I might have a problem.”

His curiosity doubled, Roy didn’t have time to respond before Danny was pulling his arms away and taking a step back. Danny turned around and showed Roy what he had been looking for earlier but missed. A small bandage like Roy’s, except it was on the curve of Danny’s ass rather than his hip.

“No fucking way. Tell me you got a clownfish on your ass or something.”

Roy was cackling at this point, hands gesturing for Danny to reveal what it was but he sombered quickly once Danny had pulled the bandage away. In small, cursive writing was ‘Willow’ permanently inscribed on Danny’s skin. Both of the tattoos held meaning exclusively for one another but Danny’s was something that could never be explained as something else. Willow was something Danny and Danny alone called Roy, usually my Willow, either in their lightest of moments or when one of them really needed the other, needed to belong somehow.

“Adore…”

He trailed off, unsure of what he wanted to say but knowing something needed to be said. Roy stepped forward, hands reaching for Danny to pull him into a tight hug. Vulnerable was something Roy was never comfortable being, even in front of their close knit group of friends. He was certainly softer to all of them than the rest of the world but still guarded to a degree. He wanted - he needed to let Danny in now though.

“Never one to be subtle, are you. I love it. Do you? Like it too, I mean.”

Stumbling over his words, Roy sighed quietly when Danny nuzzled his cheek against his shoulder, allowing the touch to ease the tension that had risen in his body. His own hand was resting low on Danny’s back where he knew the tattoo was just below where his fingers were sprawled.

“Of course I love it. I’ll have to be careful next time I go live on Instagram though.”

That was enough to have them both laughing, knowing Danny’s history of flashing his moon tattoo, now infamous amongst his fans for it. The seriousness of the moment had passed but Roy still felt the same swell in his chest, like it was a secret only he and Danny knew about.  

“The fangirls would go crazy if they saw this.”

Roy pulled back a little, sharing a smile with Danny before he was moving around him to get to the shower, reaching in to turn the hot water on. The initial shock had distracted him but now that he had gotten all the answers he needed, he was becoming more and more aware of the niggling symptoms of his hangover again. Namely, he remembered that Bianca’s makeup was still smeared all over his face and he desperately wanted it off.

“I’m taking your silence as a yes I can shower so go order us some room service, I’ll be quick.”

“Shut up, there’s enough room for us both.”

“I won’t be long-”

“We’ll order together when we get out and there’s a cream you have to put on when you get out. It’s easier if I’m already in here with you.”

Roy wasn’t quite convinced with Danny’s argument but it wasn’t like he was going to say no anyway. Despite Danny knowing that as well, probably even better than Roy did, he rolled his eyes for show mainly and pulled them both under the spray of water.

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[adventuresloane]

i left a light beside the bed for you

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Dani/Aubrey

Rated T

Raffle Prize for @desiree-harding-fic

@tazprideweek

"This feels...normal," says Dani, chewing on a three-inch nail.

Aubrey pauses. Her thumb stops gently rubbing over and over Dani's knuckle, and only then does she notice that she's been repeating that same gesture the whole time, absent-minded. She remembers that she has to pee. Truthfully, she's sort of had to pee for the past hour, but kept refusing to make the fifteen-foot trek from the bed to the bathroom. It would mean overcoming her inertia enough to leave the comfort of the soft duvet, and it would mean her bare feet on the cold tile, and it would mean no longer holding Dani's hand.

"Good normal or bad normal?" she asks. She can hold it.

"What do you consider 'bad normal'?"

"Well, you know. Like boring. I feel like normal things are usually boring." She shuts her mouth, then, and swallows. Is this boring? Was she bored?

"Well, I wouldn't call  you  normal," Dani answers, and her grin makes the freckles on her cheek shift.

Aubrey glances at the box of nails. "I wouldn't call you normal either."

"I guess not. I was just talking about...this." She goes quiet after that. Both of them are submerged in the hum of the mini fridge and the air conditioning. Aubrey looks away and holds onto the air inside her mouth, just behind her closed lips. Dani, she has learned, is the type to get her words all in order before she says them. She has also learned--is still learning--not to interrupt the process by blurting whatever comes to mind, which, as it happens, is her usual response to silence.

If she stares at the ceiling long enough, it starts to look fuzzy. Like there's a grainy film of static over the surface of the plaster. It makes her think of mist outside a window, of the big old tube TV that had sat in the living room of her house for her first few years of life and that had tingled warmly when she pressed her hand to the screen. Everything feels a bit fuzzy now, maybe because it's 3AM. Everything feels warm and a bit familiar.

Finally, Dani says, quietly, "This is what I imagined it would be like if...if things had gone differently."

Aubrey shifts to nuzzle underneath her chin and nods slowly against her, lips brushing her neck. "I know what you mean." As she says it, she knows that it both is and isn't true.

Aubrey had always been good at getting used to things. She had to be, in order to drift in the way she did, navigating unfamiliar towns and faces. The novelties of the new places she visited, the disorienting change of scenery that made her pay attention to everywhere she went, things like storefronts with shells in the windows and residents who all still referred to fridges as "iceboxes"--all these things turned into background noise before long, things she stopped seeing. Sometimes, she thought she was too good at adapting. Boredom always lumbered up behind her, would glom onto her if she stopped moving for too long. Her general rule of thumb was that if she managed to memorize the major street names in the latest podunk little place where she had settled, it was time for her to move on. She'd go and do her best to shake off any moss she had gathered.

So, typically, she wouldn't have chosen to stay in Kepler for as long as she was. But getting accustomed to monster hunting, moon-activated portals, and her own actual magic was its own kind of challenge. This, she guessed, was the new normal, this hotel and these people. But she was used to that too. Her life had been full of new normals the past several years. It had become normal for her, at the end of a long day, to crave the protein kick of a cheesesteak sandwich from a roadside stand, when before she had hardly ever touched meat and a fig and pear salad had been her favorite meal. Hell, it had become normal to be homeless.

Being unable to sleep through the night had been normal for awhile. It was fine, whenever she lay down to close her eyes and instead felt her heart running too fast and hot for her to relax. In that case, she just threw off the sheets and went for a walk anywhere.

While most of the lodge's halls were familiar to her by now, they were harder to navigate in the darkness. She got turned around and backtracked a couple of times. That was alright. Nobody was up to see her fumbling around at this hour of the night, or, rather, the morning.

Or that was what she would have assumed, until she wandered into the kitchen.

The first thing Aubrey noticed about her was what she always noticed, which was the fact that she was gorgeous. The second thing was that she looked as if she'd just been caught in the act. Frozen in shock, she stared wide-eyed, with her arms wrapped around a stack of take-out boxes freshly plundered from the open fridge. She hunched over it awkwardly, like an Igor in an eighth-grade production of  Frankenstein,  her chin pressed on top of the pile to steady it. All in all, there was a certain frantically-stockpiling-squirrel-in-autumn quality about her, which, Aubrey knew well, could only derive from the early-morning munchies.

This was to say that, for once, she looked like even more of a hot mess than Aubrey. Given that up until now, she, with her lithe body and smell of fresh earth, had resembled more of a fey creature than a person, this came as a strange relief. So she was human after all! Or, well, not human, but capable of imperfection. On the other hand, it just so happened that Aubrey was currently wearing a Snoopy-themed nightgown that she hadn't bothered to wash in a month and almost surely had a comical case of bedhead, so it wasn't like she was winning the Dignity Olympics.

Fuck. She'd been staring.

When Aubrey finally kicked her brain into gear enough to speak, her voice sounded an octave or two higher than normal. "Hi! Hey, uh, Dani, sorry to walk in on you like that! I hope I didn't freak you out, I was just--"

"Are you supposed to be down here?"

"Oh." Dani had said it quickly enough to make her jolt back. The sound was loud and bounced off all the chrome in the large space, hitting her like an accusation. Within moments, the tips of her ears felt so hot it was a wonder that they did not ignite. "Sorry, I, um, I can go--"

"No! No, I..." She exhaled heavily and placed her bundles on the chrome countertop. "Sorry, that was rude. You don't have to leave."

"Oh," she said again. "I mean, it's fine, though. I can if you want."

"I don't. Really. That, uh, wasn't what I meant to say." Dani glanced away and did not elaborate.

"Oh," she said, and now this was getting ridiculous, and she thought about how much she really ought to think of something better to say, quick, before this got to be any more awkward than it was, which was hard, because the only thought running through her mind right now was Don't blow it.  

"I love your--"

"I love your hair," Aubrey said almost simultaneously, then quickly added on, "Sorry, what were you saying?"

"The same thing." Dani breathed out through her nose, something that was not quite a laugh but approached it. When she grinned, her canines showed, noticeably longer than her other teeth, disguise or not. That was kind of hot, though she couldn't say why. "And...thanks, but there's nothing special about mine, I don't think. I just like the way you dyed yours."

"Yours is really pretty, though! It's cool that you're able to keep it that long and still have it look nice. And you've always got that, like, strategically disheveled thing going on. Like, you don't even need to look in the mirror every morning and it still just looks good."

Dani blinked at the end of her rambling. "Well...I don't have a reflection, Aubrey."

Well, dunk. "Right! Right, 'cause, vampire, so you're--right, sure."

"I mean, it's not just me. It's something about the human disguises. Don't ask me how it all works--the disguises are made of illusion magic, and I guess they interact with light in weird ways. It happens in pictures and video too. Sometimes we just show up blurry, but my form's never shown up at all."

"So, wait, but how do you know what you look like, then?"

"I kind of don't?" She shrugged. "I know some things, obviously. But not so much what my face looks like. At least, no more than you know what your voice sounds like if you never hear a recording of it."

"Wow. That...that's kind of a shame."

"I mean, it's whatever. It's not what I really look like anyway."

"Yeah, sure." Her fingers tapped rapidly against the pad of her thumb as she considered. "But like...would you like to know? What you look like, that is. I mean, I could try to tell you, if no one else has."

Her eyebrows shot up, in what, thankfully, looked like curiosity rather than judgment. Aubrey accepted that as an okay to stay for a bit, seating herself on the metal of the kitchen counter, cold even through her clothes. Dani hopped up to join her.

The inherent problem with this idea, she realized too late, was that she would have to look Dani in the eye for an extended period of time, and, as it happened, the last time she had done that, she had nearly started an all-out bonfire in the middle of the lodge. All she could do was try to think cool thoughts, which, of course, made it more difficult to give a decent answer. She kept tapping her fingers together, this time to snuff out the tiny flames she felt budding at the ends of her fingertips. "Well..."  Don't just say 'cute.'  "You kinda look like Florence Welch."

Dani's mouth quirked upward, and a half-second later, giggles came up out of her. She turned so that her expression was half-hidden by the curtain of her hair, but not before Aubrey saw the way the smile changed her whole face, softly crinkling and brightening her eyes, lifting her slightly sunken cheeks. She looked lighter, somehow, than she did before, and it had nothing to do with the kitchen fluorescents. With some of the tension gone from her chest, Aubrey went on, "But, like,  Lungs  Florence, you know?"

"I can live with that," she chuckled. "I like most Florence + the Machine."

"Me too! I'm doing a bad job of this, though. Fuck. Um, you've got a sharp jaw and a square chin. Your nose is kind of narrow. Green eyes, but you probably already knew that. A really nice, light green, though. Kind of--hang on, don't blink for a second. Kind of like...duckweed? No, shit, I was trying to come up with a good plant simile but I fucked up."

"Oh my god, please keep going. You're doing great."

"Like matcha, then? Yeah, I'd say matcha. Okay, sorry, we can stop having a weird staring contest now."

She laughed softly again, then quieted, eyes cast downward. Then, without warning, she reached into her back pocket. She flipped through the pages quickly, but Aubrey still saw, flitting before her, the gray graphite faces of other residents of the lodge. Just about everyone, except for one.

As she sketched, Aubrey leaned over the page and watched her create a new person out of nothing, weaving an image out of crosshatchings as thin and delicate as spider silk. Although knowing next to nothing about drawing, Aubrey gave her some pointers. "Your lips are a little bit thinner than that." "Your cheekbones are a little bit higher." "Don't forget to draw in the freckles below your eye. They're kind of faint, but they're there."

Aubrey went to look in a little closer and felt her forehead knock against something hard. By the time she realized that her head had collided with Dani's, both of them had jumped back a little, instinctively. She hadn't realized how much they had been leaning in with their heads turned toward the sketchpad.

Dani blinked once, twice, as though dazed. "I'm sorry, I should...it's late. I should go."

"Um," she called to Dani's back, "are you usually up at this hour?"

Dani stopped walking, then turned with a small, sheepish smile. "Well, I don't strictly have to sleep."

"Rad! Me neither! I'll probably see you around then."

"Yeah, you probably will."

Aubrey kept sitting there for some time after she left. She wasn't tired, and her heart was still pounding too much for her to sleep.

A few nights later, as she wandered the lodge in the wee hours, she rounded a corner to find the door to a single suite open, drenching the otherwise dark hallway in the golden lamplight from within. Considering that no one left their doors open even during the daytime, this was decidedly weird.

When she walked by and looked inside, Dani was there to meet her gaze. As if she had been waiting.

"Hi," she said quietly.

Aubrey, whose exhausted brain was even more deficient in the attention department than usual, replied after a delay of six full seconds, "Hi."

More moments of silence passed as she tried to figure out whether she should just keep going without being a bother, or whether her addled mind could manage a conversation right now. She couldn't figure out which Dani would have preferred. Maybe it was a fault of the disguises or maybe it was just how she operated, but either way, she was hard to read.

"So...do you have your bunny?"

"His name is Dr. Harris Bonkers, PhD, and no."

"Can you get him?"

"Huh?"

"So he can hang out with us. I probably should've asked if you wanted to hang out first. Sorry, I don't normally do this."

"Uh...no, that's fine. That's great. I'll...I'll go ask if he wants to come."

She brought him, and then, in the following weeks, made sure to bring him every time. More often than not, they passed the first hours after midnight together. For the most part, Aubrey did not remember the conversations in particular, at least not the specifics of them. They were long and meandered and doubled back on themselves. Instead, she remembered what she learned from them, from Dani. That the light orange-ish mushroom that grew on large trees in the forest were mildly poisonous to some and tasted like chicken to others, and that you'd never know unless you tried. That Barclay and Mama used to have regular competitions to determine who could handle the spiciest food. That she was, in fact, not to hard to read at all--that she picked at the stitches in her quilt when she was nervous, that she sometimes rocked back and forth a little on the bed when talking about something that excited her (though never enough to disturb the rabbit resting in her lap).

Aubrey remembered what she learned in the pauses, too. There were large in-between spaces of nothing, when neither of them spoke. She learned, to her surprise, that she didn't mind it. The sound of Dani's deep sighs and the bags of slightly stale Goldfish crackers she kept under her bed had become part of a routine. Predictable. She hated predictable, usually. But the rest of her life--her new life of monster-hunting and magic-using--had stopped being predictable awhile ago. So this was alright. Nice, even, to have one space where she knew what was what.

"I kind of don't want to leave," she mused into one of these silences.

"The room, you mean? You probably should. My bed's not big enough."

"No." Yes. "I mean leave Kepler. Normally I would've moved on by now."

Dani nodded. "I guess you did travel a lot before. You've got a lot going on around here, though."

"Yeah, I guess that's it. So much is new I haven't gotten used to it yet. I'd hate to live somewhere I'd gotten used to," she said with a chuckle.

"You always wanna keep moving?"

"I think so."

It might have been several minutes before Dani spoke up, though she didn't keep track. All Aubrey knew was that she heard her say suddenly, "Aubrey, don't take this the wrong way, just...how could you ever want that?"

The "how could you" pricked her. Aubrey  slowly turned to look at her, eyebrows raised.

"It's an honest question," Dani went on. "I just...I can't relate. Maybe because I left home so early and...well. Suddenly."

Aubrey glanced away. She asked, "How early?" before she could wonder whether she wanted to hear the answer.

"Oh, I don't know. I was a teenager."

"And remind me again, how old are you?"

She had to think about it. "Twenty-two."

"How long have you been twenty-two?"

"Awhile?" She gave a small shrug. "But years are different on Sylvain than on Earth. Keeping track is hard for me. That's what I'm saying. I miss being used to where I live, and understanding it, and understanding my place in it. I'm barely acclimated to Kepler. I can't imagine having to pick up and do it all again, all the time."

The forest green hotel carpeting was rough under her toes. "Yeah, I hear you," she replied after a bit too long. She wanted to say it was easy for her to do it, over and over. She would have said that, normally, to anyone else. But now, in the early morning hush, she thought it might not have been what was easy so much as simply what she did, what she felt she had  to do. "I guess...I mean, I had a home I left early too. And I don't think I'll feel that way about any place ever again. I never even wanted to try. Why stay anywhere when no place is ever going to feel the same? I don't know, I'm not making sense, probably. It's too late. Or too early."

"No, I think you are."

"Yeah." She took in a breath and tried a smile. "I could be wrong, though. I've, uh, found out I was wrong about a lot of things since getting here."

Dani glanced at her and, gradually, returned the grin. Aubrey had also learned not to look for too long, or she might get self-conscious and hide her face behind her hair again. Not as often, though, lately, and not now. She had been unfolding over these nights, slowly. "Like what?" she asked.

"Monsters being real was a big one."

She laughed this time, albeit from behind her palm. "Guess so." With one hand stroking Dr. Bonkers, she let the other rest on Aubrey's thigh, fingers lightly tapping. Aubrey tried not to squirm. Her body seemed hypersensitive under the touch, almost pricked by it. Or maybe that was the heat traveling just beneath her skin, out to her extremities, like it did just before flames burst from her fingertips. After holding it back for awhile, her hands stung like they had when she had touched a hot lightbulb as a child. Dani was still touching her, and she wanted to shift away but also desperately didn't want this contact severed. She tried to quench the heat radiating from her and hoped Dani would not notice. (Surely, she had to notice, and that thought only made her burn more.)

Later, she tried to hide the round scorch marks left in the quilt by her fingertips. She realized then that she was in what one might call deep shit.

So she had been less than proactive in the romance department for the last few years. She had had work to focus on. A blossoming career in entertainment, in fact. And anyway, she had never stayed anywhere long enough to make a real connection. Aside from some flirtatious moments in bars, a few teasing strokes, there had been nothing since high school. She was touch-starved, probably. Liable to crush on any living soul who so much as brushed arms with her. Did it really even count as a crush if all you wanted to do was sit together while touching? Maybe she just liked hanging out on her friend's bed in the middle of the night while the two of them took turns resting their heads in each other's laps and spilling their darkest secrets, and that was all fine and very platonic.

These were only some of her considerations as she sat, one evening, with Dani's fingers loosely interlocked with her own.

If she weren't careful, she knew she would just up and ask. She tried to distract herself instead. "Oh! I thought you might like this." She pulled out her phone and opened up her photos, which was about the only thing the device was good for in this quiet zone. "Saw a snail today."

Dani, who was already leaning against her shoulder, came even closer, tickling her clavicle with her hair as she looked at the picture. She grinned and nodded. "Effervescent."

"Can you ID it?"

"Virginia bladetooth, I think. I see them all the time in the garden."

"You're like a walking field guide, you know that?"

She giggled quietly, idly flicking the buttons on Aubrey's vest. "I think I've just spent way too many hours reading them." The metal jingled as she jostled it.

"You're amazing. Hey, by the way, what are we?"

After saying it, Aubrey immediately wished she had taken more distracting snail photos.

Dani, for a moment, looked as if she had not quite heard or understood. She gave her a curious look before the meaning of the question occurred to her, and her soft smile collapsed under its own weight. Her mouth was open. She seemed to take in a lot of air without breathing out.

She was just about ready to laugh it off, to make a gal pals joke, when Dani started, "We're friends, Aubrey." Aubrey didn't think she imagined the way "friends" had been enunciated. "Why? Were you...did you think we were more than that?"

Her whole mouth tasted of sour spit. "Well," she said, with an impressive lack of shaking, "we could be, if you wanted?"

"No."

The answer was instantaneous. She didn't say it in a mean way. Just an honest one.

"Ah." It sounded, even to herself, like the wind had been knocked out of her. "Right. I, uh, think I made this really goddamn awkward just now! Bad joke. I should probably go back to my room anyway, so--"

"No, hang on!" There was a tug on her sleeve as she went to stand up.

She sighed. "Listen, it was dumb. You really don't have to try and--"

"It's not dumb. I just...it's got nothing to do with who you are or anything..."

"It's not me, it's you, right?" she muttered. Suddenly, she felt exhausted.

"No! No, that's not what I...it's only even kind of about me." Her eyes snapped frantically this way and that, as if searching for a way to explain herself, or for an exit. They looked in every direction but Aubrey's. Her fist clenched and unclenched rapidly, over and over.

"Hey," Aubrey said in the softest voice she could. She sat back on the bed and considered, for a moment, wrapping an arm around Dani's hunched-up shoulders, then decided against it. "Hey, it's okay. Really, it is. I...I didn't want to make you worry."

"I'm sorry." Dani's breath shivered. "I'm sorry, I don't know how to explain...okay, look. I want to date you. I do."

Within half a second, Aubrey went through whatever the opposite of the seven stages of grief is. "Oh. Good to know."

"But I don't think I can."

"Can I just ask why, though?" She waited for an answer that she did not receive. "Listen, you're, like, really sending me a lot of mixed signals here, and I wasn't gonna push it but I feel like at this point you owe me some kind of--"

Dani slapped her hand down onto the bedspread and, far too loudly for 2AM, shouted, "I can't bring you home to my mom!"

The silence that followed was not one of the comfortable ones. It hit her like cold.

"Sorry." Dani's voice was a whisper, now, one that came out cracked. "I'm genuinely sorry. For all of this. I just don't know how else to explain it. This could never be a normal relationship, you know? I can't introduce you to my family, I can't take you on the dates I would've taken you on back at home..." She trailed off, swallowed loudly. "Maybe it's stupid. It's definitely stupid. I...when I was younger, I always imagined having a stupid romance like you see in teen movies or whatever, something really sappy and typical, and then I left home and resigned myself to the fact that I'd never have a chance of a normal relationship like that. Or a relationship at all, really. I don't know."

Aubrey let the quiet stretch on for a good while longer. Then, almost to herself, she murmured, "I couldn't bring you home to my mom either." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Dani's head snap towards her. She kept staring at the floor anyway. "It's hard. She won't ever know the person or the people I decide I want to spend my life with, and that's hard as shit."

"Yes," Dani answered, barely audible.

"It'll always make relationships feel a little weird, I think." Finally, she glanced in Dani's direction. "I feel like that's not really a reason not to have them, though. I don't even know what would qualify a relationship as not-weird, honestly. Or what counts as 'normal' in your book."

"Maybe," Dani sighed. "But it's also like...you really don't know how much you still don't know about me. About Sylphs in general. You might find it too weird."

"Are you serious? Try me."

With a huff, she reached under her bed to pull out a small, jangling cardboard box. Making eye contact all the while, she pulled out an iron nail, held it up for Aubrey to see, and then bit down on it, running it back and forth so that it grated against her teeth.

"What, is that a stim? You don't honestly think I'd judge you for--"

"No," Dani interrupted with a tired tone. "That's not it. You'll see some Sylphs doing this when there are no humans around to comment on it. You know how my kind are rumored to drink blood? That myth started because we get insane cravings for iron, and so a lot of us will just spend all day sucking on literal metal."

"So? Still not that weird."

"But that's just an example. There's a million little things like that you don't know about. I just think you're going to find something about me too bizarre one day."

"Oh yeah? Well I can hang," Aubrey said, and with that, pulled an inch-long nail out of the box and gulped it down.

A pause.

"You don't swallow them whole, do you?"

"Aubrey, what the fuck.”

"Huh. Why did I do that?"

"Oh my god." Dani laughed, and kept laughing, high-pitched and uncontrollable. It was the incredulous sort of laugh that comes from being so delirious with panic that the feeling loops back around to being hilarious. Not that Aubrey could relate or anything. "Oh my god, Aubrey, you're insane! How did you manage to make this night even more ridiculous than it already was?"

"Am I weird enough yet?" She had started to giggle too. It wasn't like there was much else to do at this point.

"I'm gonna die." Dani wiped tears from the corners of her eyes, trying to catch her breath as she continued to laugh. "Or you might. I'm really scared for you actually."

"Yeah, this is bad probably, huh?"

"No, seriously, we have to go to the actual emergency room now because you just ate an entire nail."

"Wait, no, I hate hospitals!"

"Me fucking too, but you just swallowed a sharp chunk of literal metal! It could, I don't know, puncture you or something!"

Aubrey groaned. "Fine, but only if we don't tell Mama."

Dani stopped giggling for a moment, thinking. "We still need her car, though. I know where the keys are."

"You have a license?"

"I don't show up in photographs, remember? Of course I don't have a license."

"Right. Cool. Well, I don't either, so..."

"Don't worry. I drive the landscaping cart around the lodge's grounds all the time."

"Well, that's probably basically a car. You know what street signs and shit mean?"

"Probably."

Three blown stop signs, two unheeded red lights, and several screeching turns around bends on the highway later, they both came stumbling up to the sinister red glow of the EMERGENCY sign and the automatic sliding doors below it. "Stop laughing," Dani kept saying as they walked in. She tried several times to bite her lip in order to stop her own hysterics, but it only resulted in her snorting loudly instead. "Stop it! You're injured! We shouldn't be having a good time!"

Given that most cases of ingested foreign objects occur in individuals under the age of five--a fact of which the doctor felt the need to inform her--Aubrey figured she could at least take some pride in being a novelty. All the same, it was difficult to get her story straight. She ended up with several brochures for therapy to treat pica. It was at least preferable to admitting, "I ate a nail in a misguided attempt to prove a point to my anxious vampire not-quite-girlfriend."

Dani stood up the moment Aubrey walked back into the waiting room, as though she had been watching the door. She had sobered up some, it seemed. Nervously, she pulled on each of her fingers as though to crack the knuckles, though there was no sound. "How'd it go? What'd she say?"

"So apparently, most people just pass this stuff on their own. They took some X-rays, but apparently I'm not at a huge risk for being perforated or whatever, so they're not gonna put me through surgery. She just said to monitor it."

"Well, I guess that's good." Her tone was doubtful as she wrapped her arms around herself. "Still, I wish they could do more for you than just tell you to wait. Where'd you get the Jello cups?"

"The nurses will just give them to you if you ask! I guess they felt bad for me. Want one?"

With a faint smile, she took it and sat back down. "So," said Dani, peeling back the lid.

"So," said Aubrey. She tapped the side of her plastic cup with her forefinger. Of course they had to talk about it. It might as well be at this hour, she supposed, like all their other important talks. "Maybe you had a point, huh? You'd never have a normal relationship with me as your girlfriend." She forced a small chuckle at the end.

Dani didn't laugh in return this time. She poked at the red gelatin. Aubrey noticed that she liked to watch the chunks of it jiggle on her plastic spoon before eating it. That was important. "Maybe not," she said thoughtfully. "Though I was thinking that sneaking out and stealing Mama's car is pretty teen rom-com."

Aubrey recognized that as a hint of hope. "So is sharing Jello, I think." She looked out the window at the streaks of yellow on the horizon, signaling the coming sunrise. Mama would be up with the sun, surely, and possibly wonder where her car went not long after. "We're going to get in so much fucking trouble. Also very teen rom-com."

That time, Dani giggled. Then she stopped, not lifting her eyes from the tile. "I really do care about you."

Aubrey blinked. "I...I care about you too."

"Could we...would you be okay with taking it slow? I'm not sure I want to call it a relationship just yet. But I like what we've been doing. I really like it."

Slowly, she felt a grin spread across her face. "Just tell me something: can I do more than what we've been doing? Am I allowed to kiss you?" She brushed aside Dani's hair before it could fall in front of her cheek.

With a small smile, she asked, "Are you going to make fun of me if I tell you I've never kissed a girl before?"

"No. But I think it's worth a try."

"This can't be exactly how you thought it'd be, though."

"What do you mean?" Dani asks.

"I mean, for one thing, you probably imagined you'd be dating a Sylph. And that you wouldn't be living in a hotel. This probably isn't anything like you imagined a  normal relationship being, is it?"

"Well, that's true." Another pause passes by. Matter-of-factly, she goes on, "Nothing in my fucking life worked out the way I wanted it, actually."

"I know," Aubrey says quietly.

She feels a graceful hand card through her thick curls. "I feel like that might be okay, though."

Aubrey had no idea if this relationship qualified as normal or not. Normal, she guessed, was not the word for it. It just felt a bit like home.

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[gillianaunofficial]

Embrace

Ship: Stella x Scully Rating: E

AO3

“Stella, they gave us the wrong room.” Scully announced as she entered the hotel room they were staying in for the case they were working on. Stella walked in shortly behind her and dropped her suitcase on the floor. “Oh well.” Stella said, nonchalantly, not giving away a hint of her feelings. “Stella, what are we going to do?” Scully asked, more concerned about it than she ought to be. She looked around the room, still grasping the handle of her suitcase. It was already night, they’d arrived late to the hotel due to a delayed flight and they were both desperate to get to bed as soon as they unpacked but now there was the issue of the room. Instead of a twin room, it was a double bed.

“I could sleep on the floor.” Stella suggested, a slight reluctance showing in her voice as she looked at the floor, which was made of hardwood, she looked at back at Scully and wished Scully knew what she thought of her. Her. Scully. Scully’s beauty, the way you could see her freckles on a sunny day, the way her ginger hair perfectly curled around her jawline and the way her stormy blue eyes shone almost the same as Stella’s own. “No, no, that won’t be necessary, I can. Or I could call down and ask to change rooms.” No, Stella thought, don’t do that, please. “Won’t it be a bit late to do that though at this time of night and it’ll be rather inconvenient for the staff and for us don’t you think?” Stella watched as Scully took a moment to think. “Mhm, maybe you’re right, it is quite late and maybe we could just take turns of sleeping on the floor and the bed, nightly, I mean.” Stella stifled a sigh. How hard was it for them to just sleep together? She looked at the bed. It was even a double. A double bed! And one of them was going to be sleeping on the floor. “Okay, that’s fine with me.” Stella had given up at this point. Scully released her grip from her suitcase and opened it up and began to unpack. Stella watched silently as Scully took out her folded clothes and placed them in the top drawer of the room’s chest of drawers. Scully picked up a pile of underwear and was carrying it to the drawers when Stella noticed a bra fall from the bottom of the pile. She watched as it fell to the floor and settled there. Red chantilly lace. Stella walked over to pick it up. “Dana?” She said, holding the bra by the strap in her hand, Stella could tell it was expensive, not unlike the bras Stella herself normally wore. “Yes?” “You dropped something.” Scully turned around and her eyes shot to the bra in Stella’s hand. She came over and stood hesitantly in front of Stella, the tension between them electric. “Thank you.” Scully said shortly, taking the bra from Stella and stashing it in the drawers with her others. “Shouldn’t you be unpacking too, Stella?” “Yes, sorry I’m just in a bit of a daze tonight.” “Stella, are you feeling okay?” Scully looked at Stella with her doctor’s expression she wore whenever someone had even the slightest possibility of having any form of illness. “I’m fine.” Stella snapped, she hadn’t meant to it had just come out. “Stella? Is it about the beds? I can sleep on the floor if you don’t want to.” “No, it’s fine. Really, everything is fine.” Scully gave her a concerned look but went back to unpacking her things. Stella followed suit. She went to the bathroom to put her toiletries away and was met with an unexpected sight. A large cavernous bath, accompanied by a modern looking shower as well as two bottles of bubble bath which both looked rather fancy. Stella smiled, at least she had a nice bath to look forward to sometime. She wondered if Scully liked that kind of thing too, but she didn’t think that Scully would be the kind of person to enjoy such induldgements. Stella put her toiletries in the bathroom cabinet and left the bathroom.

An hour later, they were both trying to sleep. Having fully unpacked as well as grabbing the chance to get a quick late night snack Stella and Scully were trying to sleep. Stella was bundled on the floor near to the window, on the left side of the bed, lying on the cold hardwood floor with just the extra duvet and a pillow. Scully lay awake in bed staring at the ceiling, she felt awful for letting Stella sleep on the floor. Stella turned over, now also facing the ceiling. The clothes she was wearing didn’t make her much warmer than if she’d been naked, a flimsy short nighty and that was it. Stella sighed and shivered, wishing she was in the bed with Scully. Scully heard the sigh and immediately felt worse. “Stella?” She whispered, as though she was the only one definitely awake late at a sleepover and she was checking to see if anyone else was also awake. “Yes?” “Are you okay down there?” “Just a bit cold.” Stella said, shivering again. “Stella… If you want to…” Scully hesitated, she was sure Stella would reject her idea. “If you want to come and sleep up here…” Stella’s heartbeat quickened, was Scully asking her what she thought she was? “Next to me. You know, just so neither of us have to deal with the cold. I mean this room is pretty drafty.” “Yes!” Stella replied, far to quickly and enthusiastically for her own good. “Okay.” Stella got up, holding her pillow and navigated to the bed in the dark. She placed the pillow down and slid herself under the covers. She felt her side brush against Scully’s. “Maybe I should move over a bit?” Scully asked. “No it’s fine.” Stella replied, Scully stayed silent before shuffling closer to Stella. Stella felt Scully’s leg against her’s, a fire lit up inside her. Stella turned onto her side, and Scully did too, facing away from Stella. This time it was Stella who shuffled closer, now she felt Scully’s whole body against her. “Is this okay?” Scully asked, she wanted this. “Yes.” Stella could barely form the word as she spoke, her desire for Scully overpowering. Very slowly, she wound her arms around Scully’s small form and felt her relax into her arms. She was holding Scully. Stella Gibson was holding Dana Scully. Stella Gibson holding someone, anyone? That would never happen. Except with Dana Scully. “Is this okay?” This time it was Stella asking. “Yes.” Scully said, her voice low and calm. “Okay.” Stella replied. Stella began to lean into the crook of Scully’s neck and began to kiss the soft skin. Scully let out a shaky breath. Stella moved Scully’s hair out of the way, exposing more skin, the point beneath her ear that Stella knew was the undoing of many a person. She leaned in again, and tenderly kissed the point, feeling Scully’s neck muscles tense from her touch. “Turn over.” Stella said, feeling for the bedside lamp as Scully complied. She flicked the light on and was met with Scully’s eyes, her pupils dilated even in the new light. Stella moved to straddle her she lingered upright for a moment before leaning down to kiss Scully. Scully’s hand grasped for Stella and ended up firmly rooted in her hair, pressing against her head for more kisses. Finally Scully released Stella from her grip. Stella slid down Scully’s pyjama bottoms. “Are you sure this is okay?” Stella asked uncertainty creeping in. “Yes.” Scully gasped, never losing eye contact with Stella. Stella laced her fingers around the hem of Scully’s panties and pulled them down, Scully kicking them and the pyjama bottoms off in one go. Stella ran her hands along Scully’s curves, coming to rest on her hips. Stella ran one hand down Scully’s thigh, nearing her pussy. Scully slowly opened her legs, exposing herself to Stella. Her hand ran neatly up Scully’s thigh again before abruptly moving to touch Scully’s clit. Stella circled her clit in neat circles and watched Scully’s reactions to her. “Touch me Stella.” “I am.” Stella half laughed “No. Touch me you know where.” Scully rasped. Stella just smiled. She moved her hand and suddenly thrust a finger into Scully’s aching pussy. She thrust into Scully and Scully thrust back, her hands grasping the sheets. Stella added another finger and began to thrust harder. She looked at Scully, beautiful Scully, tousled hair, her mouth hanging slightly open and pupils dilated. All just for her. Just for Stella. Stella thrust harder again and watched as Scully came, her eyes fluttering shut and gasping out a breathy “Stella!”. Stella took her fingers from Scully and placed them on her own pussy, beginning to rub her clit. “No Stella, let me.” Scully said, her voice thick with now her desire for Stella. “Okay.” Stella let her hand lie by her side and waited to see what Scully was going to do. Scully helped Stella out of her panties, leaving them flung somewhere on the floor. “Put your legs in the air.” Scully said, Stella complied and raised her legs, the skirt of her nightie flopping onto her stomach. Scully leaned her face into Stella’s pussy. She supported Stella’s legs and began to lick her pussy, she toyed with her clit, flicking it with her tongue, it was enough to make Stella moan, before she moved to Stella’s aching core. A moment of hesitation before she sunk her tongue into Stella. Stella moaned again, Scully slowly eating her out until she her pussy convulsed around Scully’s tongue, her orgasm peaking in a short, sharp “oh fuck.” Scully removed herself and lay back down, as did Stella. They lay on their backs. “I guess we’re never gonna have to have either of us sleep on the floor again now. If this is how good it is when we get a double bed instead of twin beds I’m getting us a double bed every time.” Scully said, her words slurred. “Damn right.” Stella replied, her words quiet. They fell asleep in each other’s arms and woke the next morning still intertwined. This was the first but not the last of many nights and mornings just like this for Stella and Scully.

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[whimsical-ness]

Jackpot | Sehun

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◇ Genre: What Happens In Vegas! AU, More Love/Hate (oops)

◇ Summary: A night of drunken fun in Vegas leads to you accidentally getting married to a tall, smirky stranger named Oh Sehun. Things get even more complicated when you hit a $2 million jackpot—neither of you can keep your share of the money unless you try and make the marriage work. 

◇ Word Count: 4.7k

“Promise me you aren’t going to think about anything this weekend,” said your best friend Nat sternly, blocking the way into your hotel room with her outstretched arm. You rolled your eyes. 

“I’m serious, Y/N. We didn’t come all the way to Vegas to have you be uptight and stressed out. We’re here to have fun, got it?” You laughed at the desperation in her voice. “Okay, okay Nat. Promise. No thinking about work, no thinking about him,” you said. 

Nat sighed in relief, handing you the room pass with a wink. “Then let’s go get ready for a wild night.”

“I’m taking the shower first,” you called, striding into the bathroom. You undressed and stepped into the hot shower with a sigh, letting the water wash away your worries.

You had a lot of worries.

The biggest one was, probably, that your boyfriend of a year had cheated on you, a fact you had found out just last week. On top of that, your boss was being a complete asshole at work, and had relentlessly piled work up on your already tired shoulders. You had no time to even breathe.

Nat had noticed that you were basically on the verge of a nervous meltdown, and so had insisted on taking this spontaneous trip to Vegas for the weekend to lift your spirits. And you were determined to let your hair down, for just once.

You were pulled from your thoughts as you heard Nat scream. “Shit, Nat, what’s wrong?” you yelled, hurriedly wrapping a towel around your body. 

You burst out of the bathroom, brandishing your curling iron as a weapon. Your mouth dropped as you saw Nat tackling a man onto the bed. “What the hell?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin as you heard someone approach you from behind. It was another man, and this time, you screamed, pushing him away. “For fucks’ sake. Leave him alone, what are you doing?” he yelled at Nat.

“Who the hell are you and what are you doing in our room?” you said defensively, pulling your towel tighter around yourself. 

“Your room? This is ours!” he said, running his hand through his hair. Nat crossed her arms across her chest. “Why the fuck would the hotel give us the same room?” “I don’t know, lady. But I think I’m going to go find out before you murder me,” the shorter man said, rolling his eyes, scrambling off the bed from Nat’s wrath.

Turns out, your hotel had somehow double booked your room. But with some sweet-talking—courtesy of the taller guy—the manager agreed to let you stay in the penthouse suite as an apology. He even handed you VIP passes to all of the city’s hot spots. 

The tall, dark-haired man smirked at your evident awe. “You girls are welcome. Thanks to us, you are now about to have the night of your lives.”

As you soon found out, his name was Sehun, while his shorter friend was called Junmyeon. 

They seemed like a whole bunch of trouble and bad decisions. Which was, frankly, just what you needed. Plus, who would be stupid enough to give up those free VIP passes?

And so that night, you and Nat found yourselves having the time of your lives with two strangers you’d met just that afternoon.

You were chauffeured to casino after casino in a sleek black limo, had dinner in a Michelin star restaurant—and got more drunk than you ever had in your entire life.

You hadn’t meant to. Really. But you hadn’t anticipated Oh Sehun.

“What are you doing in Vegas?” you asked him. “I got fired,” he replied, throwing back his head as he swallowed a shot. “What about you?” 

“My boyfriend cheated on me,” you said, shrugging, staring out at the view in front of you. Rooftop access at one of the city’s most luxurious hotels was now something to tick off your bucket list. All thanks to a room mishap.

“Okay, we’re going to need more drinks,” said Sehun, and waved over a waiter. You grinned back as he clinked his glass to yours. Over the course of the next few hours to found yourself pouring out all of your stress to him, while he did the same, telling you nearly his entire life story. 

Oh Sehun was almost the complete opposite of you. He was arrogant, irresponsible, and seemed to think he had no faults.

You, on the other hand, were dedicated, hard-working, and (even though you never admitted it) uptight as hell. It was strange how quickly you opened up to a stranger who was so different from you. 

The night was a blur of loud music, money, and alcohol. You let loose, letting the pulsing music in the club flow through your veins, along with the ridiculous amount of alcohol you’d consumed. You found yourself pressed up against Sehun on more than a few occasions, his flushed face dangerously close to yours. 

“You know,” you yelled over the pounding bass. “It’s funny how connected I feel to you, even though we like, just met.” Sehun grinned. “Don’t get me wrong,” you continued, linking your arms around his neck to pull him closer. “You’re probably the last person on the planet whom I would ever sleep with.”

Sehun’s eyes were dark as he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “The feeling’s mutual.” “Good,” you said loudly, but the breath hitched in your throat as his hands found your hips, your bodies moving together against the rhythm. 

And then he was laughing, and you were laughing, and he was too close to you for you to be able to think straight. His lips met yours, and as you tasted the alcohol on his breath, you let go of the last bit of sobriety and let the night envelope you with its madness.

You woke up with your head throbbing. You groaned and turned over, clutching the duvet closer. You realized with a start that you were completely naked. 

 The previous night’s events flooded through your muddled mind, and you bit your lip as you remembered tumbling onto the bed with Sehun. 

“Shit,” you muttered. You sat up and pushed your hair back. Something cool touched your cheek as your fingers brushed past your face. You did a double take as you took in the ring sitting gold and pretty on your finger. 

The ring.

“No no no. Oh god please no. This is not happening.” Oh but it was. Because as you glanced at the mirror in front of the bed, you read the post-it note stuck on it. 

Morning, wifey. We’re at the buffet - Sehun

Fuck.

“Was there any part of the night that you thought, ‘Hey, it’s probably a bad idea to let my drunk best friend marry a random guy?’” you hissed at Nat as you made your way to the table where Sehun and Junmyeon were. Nat just shrugged. “I threw up on Junmyeon. I had no idea what was happening.”

Worst best friend ever.

“I’m-uh-gonna go get some coffee,“ you said, making eye contact with Sehun as you neared the table. 

He caught the hint, and followed you as you made your way instead to one of the lottery machines casually placed right outside the breakfast buffet. “What even is this city,” you muttered, pulling out a quarter from your wallet.

“Good morning,” said Sehun nonchalantly. You smiled thinly. “Last night was…something,” he started. “You can say that again,” you said awkwardly. “You’re a lot of fun,” said Sehun. “I mean…the sex was—“

“Um, I’d rather not,” you cut him off, your face burning. “Right,” said Sehun clearing his throat. “Of course, we now have a tiny little problem of these rings..”

“Yeah, it’s hard to forget,” you said. “We need a divorce.”

For a moment Sehun just stared at you. “Did you just dump me?” You laughed awkwardly. “Well, we obviously hardly know each other—”

“No, no. Of course. Thank god you said it first,” said Sehun, looking relieved. You were slightly taken aback.  “Junmyeon says we need an annulment, not a divorce,” he continued.

You felt strangely annoyed. “Yeah, okay. Sure.”

Sehun let out a breath. “Phew. I’m glad that’s out of the way. Bullet dodged huh?” You raised an eyebrow. 

“I mean, look, I’m sorry. But you just seem like the type of girl who’s looking for a serious relationship, and I’m not…I’m definitely not that guy,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. 

You stared at him, your annoyance now flaring up.

“No offense, but you seem like a lot of work—” he broke off at the look on your face. “Ah, marriage is an outdated concept, right?” he said awkwardly.

“Yeah, so is immaturity,” you said, snorting. “Pull it together, dude. No wonder you got fired. No one wants an employee who runs away from the slightest problem.”

Sehun stared at you. “Excuse me? And this is coming from a basically robotic woman, who had to come all the way to Vegas and marry a stranger to realize what a mess her life is?”

You gaped at him. “You know what? I’ll send you a fucking email about the annulment. Have a nice day, asshole.”

“You too,” said Sehun, flicking the quarter out of your fingers. “Hey, we’ll always have Vegas right?” he said, and pushed the coin into the machine, pressing down the lever.

“That was mine,” you said scowling, and turned away to storm off. You stopped in your tracks as a loud buzz went off, accompanied by a horn sounding. You whipped around, only to see everyone cheering and yelling, because someone had just won the jackpot money from the machine.

$2,000,000. 

It took a minute for you process what was happening, until Sehun threw his hands up and yelled. “Holy fuck! I’m rich! I’m fucking rich!”

You stared as everyone surrounded him, cheering and congratulating him on his win, and the hotel manager handed him a massive cheque.

Junmyeon and Nat walked over to see what the commotion was about, and their jaws dropped as they saw Sehun standing there with his huge cheque, and equally huge smile on his face.

“That was my quarter,” you said in a daze.

You pushed your way through the throng of people and grabbed the corner of the cheque. Sehun dismissed you with a wave. “I’m the one who pulled the lever. So the money’s mine.”

“Not so fast, baby,” you said, smiling sweetly. “We’re married now, remember? What’s yours is mine.”

You felt a sense of triumph as Sehun’s face dropped with the realization. 

“What a lovely way to celebrate our first day of marriage, hm?”

“This is ridiculous,” muttered Sehun as the two of you exited the court back home a week later. It was by some strange coincidence that Sehun lived in the same town as you.

“Yeah, well, we don’t have a choice, do we? It’s either this and a million dollars each, or nothing,” you said, sighing. 

The judge had ruled that the two of you had to co-exist and attempt to make the ‘marriage’ work for 6 months before you could finalize the divorce. If either of you didn’t co-operate for that amount of time, the money would be tied up in litigation.

Sehun snorted. “We have to live together? And go to weekly counseling sessions? I can’t believe this is happening.”

You rolled your eyes. “This is obviously worse for me. I can’t imagine what your apartment is like.” “At least I have one. Where’s yours, I wonder? Oh, right, you lived with your cheating boyfriend. Sorry,” said Sehun meanly.

“6 months,” you said under your breath as you walked away. “I can do this.”

“See you tomorrow, wifey,” called Sehun sarcastically from behind you.

Just as you’d expected, Sehun’s apartment was a mess. His dirty laundry was lying pretty much everywhere, the bathroom looked as if it hadn’t been cleaned in weeks, and the refrigerator was stuffed with disgusting junk food.

“I can’t do this,” you moaned, as Nat helped you bring in your stuff. “Think about the 1 million dollars,” she reminded you.

Sehun sauntered out of his room, yawning. “Make yourself at home, sweetheart.”

“This is a pig sty,” you said.  It’s one thing if you like a guy and have to put up with stuff like this. But you, I don’t care for. So clean up.”

“Hey, if you have a problem with it, you clean up,” he said shrugging. 

So the rest of the day with was spent with you using anti-bacterial wipes and sprays, trying to make the place as accommodating as you possibly could. By the end of the evening, you were exhausted, and all you wanted to do was get a good night’s sleep. You washed up and made your way to where Sehun was lounging in the living room. 

“Which one of us is taking the couch?” you asked tiredly. Sehun glanced up at you. “I don’t mind. You can use the bedroom,” he said. “Thanks,” you said awkwardly. “Sweet dreams, then.”

And just like that, the first day co-existence was over. You weren’t sure how many more you could take.

Sure enough, after one week of living together, you were pretty sure you were going to go insane. 

Sehun did absolutely nothing the entire day, and seemingly was making no effort to even try and find another job. His logic was that in 6 months, he would be 1 million dollars richer and so didn’t need to work.

But you were still working your ass off at your job, and it pissed you off to come back to a messy apartment with Sehun lying about doing just about jackshit.

And when you told him so, he got annoyed and told you to mind your own business. There was no point in trying to talk to him about anything.

But the two of you put on the biggest show of your lives when you had to visit the marriage counselor. You held hands sweetly, called each other lovable nicknames, and tried your best to make it look like you were in love.

If the counselor thought it looked fake as hell, she didn’t say it. 

“You know, if one of you cheated on the other or something, won’t the innocent person get to keep all the money?” asked Nat a few weeks later.

You nearly choked on your coffee. “What did you just say?”

“I mean, think about it. The person who fucks up and ruins the marriage doesn’t get the money. If you could get Sehun to somehow ‘cheat’ on you…”

A lightbulb went off in your head. “Nat, I think you’re onto something here.” Nat smiled smugly. “What say we throw a little party?”

And so the following weekend, without telling Sehun, you invited a bunch—or not really bunch, more like all the girls you knew—over to the apartment. “Remember girls,” you whispered. “Do and try anything to get into his pants. I doubt it’ll be too difficult.”

You felt a little guilty for tricking him like this. But you’d had enough. 

And so it was with some sort of sickening satisfaction that you observed Sehun get surrounded by girls as soon as he appeared. He gaped at you. “What the fuck?”

“I just wanted to throw a party,” you said innocently. “I hope that’s okay.”

Sehun went red as a girl ran her hand down his chest. “I know what you’re trying to do,” he said, smiling. “And let me tell you, two can play at this game.”

You feigned ignorance and shrugged. “Have fun!”

But a half hour later, you realized you had underestimated him. Because not only did he manage to avoid making out with even one girl, but he also invited over his own friends.

His very hot friends.

Junmyeon was there, and so were a few others you’d never met. “Whoa, Sehun, this is your wife?” said one of them. “Dude, why the hell are you getting a divorce? She’s hot!”

You went red. Sehun coughed. “Shut up, Baekhyun,” said Junmyeon, smacking the guy who’d spoken in the arm.

This was going to be a long night.

It seemed as though Sehun had instructed his friends to do quite the opposite of what you’d asked your friends to do. Except for Baekhyun, the others avoided you every time you tried to talk to one of them.

You took an angry sip of your beer when the tall, cute one called Chanyeol politely excused himself out of a conversation with you. You locked eyes with Sehun from across the room and he smirked.

The party just got wilder and wilder. Soon enough, the music was blaring loud enough for you to get a headache, and you stumbled into the bathroom for some quiet.

To your surprise, Sehun was sitting there on the closed toilet seat. He raised his eyebrow as you came in.

“Tired already?”

“Not at all,” you lied. “But you must be. This must be so hard for you. Not being able to sleep with any of those girls even though you’re dying to? Go ahead, Sehun. Why don’t you just give in?”

Sehun laughed. “Do you really think I’m dumb enough to cheat on you?”

“I think it’s only a matter of time,” you replied. “Well, you’re wrong,” he said. “I can manage fine without chicks.”

You snorted. “Yeah, okay.”

“Don’t worry about me,” he said, standing up and walking over to you. “I’m a married man. And I am not screwing this thing up.” He was suddenly too close.

You stared up at him, unnerved at his proximity to you. His nose was almost touching yours. “Neither am I, Sehun,” you whispered. “I’m gonna go till the end of this.”

“Till death do us apart,” he said, his voice low. Your heart hammered in your chest.

“Not unless I kill you first.”

After that, it was war. The both of you tried everything possible to sabotage the other. 

Sehun shut your alarm off one day, and you couldn’t wake up in time for work. You fumed as you pulled the clothes over yourself in a hurry, not even realizing that Sehun walked right in on you changing.

“Nice grandma panties,” he observed. You threw a pillow at him.

“What happened to the lace ones you wore in Vegas? Those were nice,” he continued, unbothered by your rage.

“I’m saving those for a husband who isn’t a complete jerk,” you snapped. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to be extremely late to work thanks to you.”

“You’re welcome!” he called as you rushed out of the house.

As payback, you decided not to remind Sehun about the meeting with the counselor the next weekend. You sat there smugly as she shook her head at his ‘irresponsibility’. 

Sehun looked ready to murder when you went back home. “Real mature, Y/N.” You just shrugged. “Hey, it isn’t my job to remind you. If you really wanted to work on this marriage, you would’ve been there.”

The look on his face was worth everything.

But as the weeks went by, strangely enough, it soon began to feel more like fun than an annoyance. You felt as if you were going crazy. 

Because now you were getting used to him. You were just so used to having Sehun around all the time, that a small part of you was dreading when he would no longer be. 

You felt as though you would miss him, even his stupid pranks. He’d become some sort of a frenemy to you. Some nights, you’d just sit there and argue on the couch about what movie to watch, and he’d steal all your popcorn. Or you’d make a meal together, fighting but laughing all the while about what ingredients to use.

Once, when you were doubled up in pain from period cramps, he actually went out and got you some painkillers and a tub of ice cream, even though he grumbled about it all the while. 

The gesture touched you in a way you’d never imagined. But you were careful not to let Sehun know. There was no point, what with just a few months left of this arrangement. You would be going your two separate ways, each with a million dollars, and would never look back.

You hated to admit to yourself that it was going to hurt.

“It’s your birthday, babes. We’re going out,” said Nat, pulling you out of bed. You groaned. “I think I’ve had enough of your crazy ideas. I hope you realize that the last time I went out to party I got drunk and got married.”

“Sehun, would you please convince your wife to have a little fun on her birthday?” Nat called, ignoring you. Sehun appeared in the doorway. “I didn’t know it was your birthday,” he said. You rolled your eyes. “And the best husband award goes to..”

Sehun shrugged. “I know a great nightclub. Let’s go. You, me, Nat and Junmyeon. It’ll be like Vegas all over again.”

You bit your lip. “That’s exactly what I don’t want it to be like.”

But later that night, you were being dragged along anyway, in a tight black dress you hadn’t worn in ages. You must’ve imagined the way Sehun looked at you, his ears going slightly red at the tips.

You were frankly tired of loud music and alcohol. And so you sat at the bar while Nat when crazy on the dance floor, pulling Junmyeon along with her.

To your surprise, Sehun sat with you. “I don’t like this song,” he said simply. You hid a smile. When had he suddenly got so considerate?

You stirred your mocktail. “Weird, isn’t it? In a month or so we won’t be married anymore.” The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them.

Sehun was silent for a few minutes, and you almost wished you hadn’t said anything. 

“Yeah, weird. But we can keep in touch,” he said finally. You nodded awkwardly. “I guess.”

You suddenly felt as though a heavy weight was settling over your chest. The flashing lights and music ringing in your ears were all at once overwhelming.

You stood up abruptly. “I’m gonna go get some air.” You didn’t wait to hear his response, quickly making your way out of the club, pushing through the crowd of people.

Once outside, you took a couple of deep breaths. You had to pull it together. There was no way in hell you were suddenly getting feelings for Sehun. You were not going to let it happen. 

“Y/N?”

You turned at the mention of your name. And felt your whole body freeze.

It was him. The man you’d vowed never to see ever again. The man you’d wasted a year of your life with, only to have him break your heart. You automatically took a step back.

He held his arms up defensively. “I just want to talk.” “I don’t want to hear anything you have to say,” you spat. “You don’t get to fuck other girls and then expect me believe anything you say.”

“Whoa. It was one girl. And it was an accident. You know that. I was stressed out, drunk—”

You gaped at him. “So? I’ve been stressed too, asshole. That didn’t mean I cheated on you. You’re pathetic.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. I just-I saw you here and everything came back to me. Seeing you looking so good, it just—I want you back,” he said, taking a step towards you, grabbing your hand.

You tried to snatch away from his grip. “Let go of me.” 

“Not until you let me make it up to you,” he said, pulling you closer. You shoved him in the chest, but he didn’t budge. You felt sudden fear wash over you. You just wanted to get away from him and his disgusting touch. 

And then suddenly, he was being pulled away from you by someone strong, stumbling backward. Your eyes widened as you saw who it was. “What the fuck are you doing?” asked Sehun calmly, looking at him levelly in the eye.

Your ex-boyfriend roughly pulled his arm away. “Why the fuck do you care?” he sneered. “Did he hurt you?” asked Sehun, looking at you. You shook your head, swallowing. 

Your ex stared at you. “Who is this guy, Y/N?” Before you could reply, Sehun spoke. “I’m her husband,” he said, smiling. “So you better get the fuck away from her.”

He gaped at Sehun. And then at you. And then he laughed. “This is a joke, right? You’re telling me you left me and then immediately found this guy to fuck and marry? Shit, Y/N. I underestimated you. I didn’t think you were such a slu—”

He was cut off by Sehun punching him square in the jaw. “Oh my god, Sehun, stop!” you yelled, grabbing him to pull him back. Your ex-boyfriend’s eyes were alive in rage as he swung forward, aiming for Sehun’s face, but he ducked in time.

Just then, as if a godsend, Junmyeon ran out of the club, panting. “Hey, hey! Break it up, man,” he said, quickly stepping between the two men. Sehun’s face was calm, like it always was, but you could see the silent fury in his eyes.

Your ex spat on the ground, his lip bleeding. “You’re fucking crazy. All of you.” “Get lost,” you said in a low voice. “I mean it. I don’t want to ever see you again.” 

And then you were pulling Sehun with you and walking away, Junmyeon following behind.

You winced as Sehun slammed the door of the apartment shut. “What a fucking asshole,” he muttered, throwing himself onto the couch. 

“Thanks for sticking up for me back there,” you said, awkwardly sitting down next to him. He rolled his eyes. “You don’t need to thank me. It was just my first instinct. To protect you.”

You felt a blush creep up onto your cheeks. To your astonishment, Sehun also went red, as if he was surprised at his words.

“Look, I know this is probably going to sound really strange, but I don’t think I want this divorce any more,” he blurted.

You stared at him in shock. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I think I want to stay married. To you,” he said, turning away in embarrassment. “But why?” you asked, bewildered. Was there a chance...?

“I like you, okay?” said Sehun abruptly. “I like annoying you, and I like fighting with you, and I like sitting here doing nothing with you. This sounds cheesy as fuck, but it’s true. Yo-you make me happy. Even though I know I probably don’t show it at all.”

You started to smile. “I don’t want the divorce either. I want to try and make this work. Our marriage is probably the most unconventional and crazy thing that has ever happened in my incredibly boring life so far. I never realized how much I needed someone like you, Sehun.”

He started to laugh. “I seriously did not think it would come to this. What the hell do we tell the court now?”

“That we somehow fell in love over 6 months and decided to stay together?” you suggested. Sehun raised an eyebrow. “Did you just say the L-word?”

“Maybe,” you said, feeling dangerous as you scooted closer to him. He tilted his head slightly, his lips inches from yours.

“I don’t know how long I’ve held back,” he murmured, and then his lips were on yours, and your heart was alive.

When you pulled away from the kiss, breathless, you felt as though every nerve in your body was on fire. “Well, what do you want to do with 2 million dollars?” you asked, dazed. Sehun smirked. “Late honeymoon?” You giggled. “We really won the jackpot, didn’t we?”

“I know I did,” said Sehun. “I won you.”

You burst out laughing. “Dude, if you don’t stop being so sappy I might have to re-think that divorce.”

Sehun just grinned. 

“I guess what happens in Vegas doesn’t really stay in Vegas, does it?”

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spiderman when peter decides to catch a bug right when tony is angsting over the whole civil war thing and so peter is also angsting but as well as angsting about civil war he is also angsting about not wanting to cause distraction and he also feels bad yes I like angst okay

I like angst too!!  I had a little bit of a hard time divining exactly what moment in time you were looking for, but I just picked something and ran with it.  Hopefully this works for you.

My first Spiderman thing ever and I’m PSYCHED!!  And it’s 2500 words exactly.

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When Mr. Stark tells him to stay down, Peter’s first instinct is to protest.  “I’m good,” he says, trying to stand up without jostling his very painful ribs.

“No, you’re done,” Tony says.  He drops a metal-gloved hand on Peter’s shoulder.

Peter tries to insist, though he’s gasping for breath.  Tony threatens to tell May, and the argument’s over. “Ok, yeah, I’m done,” Peter concedes.   Then Tony’s gone and Peter’s still murmuring, “I’m done…”

Peter isn’t sure how long he lies there on his little square of runway pavement.  The battle rages on for a while, but then there’s a huge jet takeoff noise, and things drift into quiet after that.  Peter’s ears are still ringing, though, and there’s a frizz of shimmering stars around the edges of his vision.  He can barely take a deep breath around the sharp sensation of what feels like a boulder wedged into the side of his chest. But possibly worst is the slight aura of not-quite-rightness that’s been hanging around since last night ratcheting up toward full-blown body aches.  Which, of course, makes every sensation more acutely uncomfortable.  Great luck he’s got going here…

He does have great luck, Peter reminds himself.  He’s met Tony Stark.  He has a new suit.  He’s traveled outside New York for the first time in his life.  Well, except for that one time he went to Jersey, but that’s beside the point.  The most famous team of superheroes in the world has recognized him as something. Or, well, half it has.  But the pros are starting to feel a little negligible under the growing pile of cons.  God, his head hurts.  Wait, when did that start up?

It’s Happy that comes and pulls Peter off the tarmac.  “How bad are you hurt?” he asks by way of a greeting.

“Oh.  Not bad,” Peter says.

“My intel says you were injured.”  Happy looks odd in his buttoned suit jacket, bending over with his tie hanging straight down.

“Intel?  What—?”

“You’re under video surveillance.”  Happy’s face is all seriousness.

“Really?”

“No.  I just talked to Stark.  How bad are you hurt?”

“I’m ok.”  Peter gets to a sitting position with a grimace he hopes is hidden by his mask.  “My side hurts a little.”  He pushes to his knees, then to his feet.  Actually, make that a lot.

“Do you need to go to the hospital?” Happy asks.

“No,” Peter replies.  His head choses that moment to throb awfully, and a twist of pain comes through in his voice.

“Ok, good.  I hate parking garages,” Happy says, tucking his tie back in.  “Come on, I’m taking you back to the hotel.”

They walk slowly down the runway, which is deserted except for a slew of battered planes and trucks, some of which look to be smoldering.

When they reach the glossy black car, Peter asks, “Where’s Mr. Stark?”

“In the ambulance,” Happy replies with no emotion.

“What?!” Peter shouts, every inch of his body protesting the volume of his voice.  “I didn’t know he was hurt.  We should go to the hospital, then, and like, go see him.”

“No.  War Machine.”

“Huh?”

“War Machine got hurt.  Stark’s fine,” Happy explains, his lack of patience evident as he aggressively turns the key in the ignition.  He turns his head to look at Peter in the backseat.  “You sure you didn’t get a head injury or something?”

“Mm?”  Peter lifts his still-masked head from where he’d been leaning against the window.

“You’re kind of slow today.  Slower than usual.”

“’M not slow…” Peter mumbles.  He’s suddenly too hot, and his body feels constricted.  He pulls off his mask, then returns his head to the tinted window, sweat-damp hair smearing the glass.  The pressure on the bottom half of his face hasn’t let up, and hopes it’s not a sign he’s about to puke all over the backseat of Mr. Stark’s car.

The ride back to the hotel isn’t long, but Peter’s still thankful when it’s over.  Happy lets him out in front of the high-class sliding doors, and Peter shuffles through them.  He’s almost embarrassed as he crosses the gold and marble lobby, but the emotion ranks just shy of the top spot on his non-existent mental state scoreboard.  He mostly just feels sick.  And he wonders where the hell he stashed his key card.

The slip of plastic is stowed in his suit’s one interior pocket, and Peter has to practically disrobe from the waist up in order to reach it.  Once in the spacious room, the only thing Peter wants to do is flop onto the bed.  So he does, but he ditches his suit first in favor of sweat pants.  He’s too hot to bother with a shirt, plus it kind of hurts to put his arms over his head.

As soon as he lies down, though, Peter’s cold.  He pulls the fluffy white duvet around his shoulders like a cape and partially cocoons in it, though is bare feet are still splayed out in the open.  Yep.  He’s sick.  Peter muses over how stupid it was for him to come.  He’d had a nagging feeling this might happen, despite all the Airborne he’d drank.  But, who’s he kidding.  This is the best day of his life.

There’s a knock on the door, then no pause before it swings open.  Peter snaps open eyes he didn’t realize were closed.  “What’s going on?” he wheezes.

“I’m supposed to be your nurse now,” Happy says through gritted teeth.  “And keep an eye on you until Stark gets back.”  He looks less than thrilled with the new roles.

“Yeah, sure,” Peter says.  “I’m ok.”

Happy drops the first aid kit he’s holding onto the bed and uzips it.  “You said your side hurts?”

“Yeah, ‘s no big deal,” Peter insists.

“Do you have broken ribs?”

“No.  Just bruised or something.”  Though to be fair, Peter’s never a broken a bone and doesn’t have any idea where the difference in pain lies.

Happy pulls out a cold pack and kneads it to activate the cooling reaction of the chemicals inside.  “Here.” He tosses it to Peter, who doesn’t even reach up and attempt to catch.

Peter grabs it up and tentatively positions it against the tender pink-tinged skin he knows will probably break into a mottled mess of black and blue by tomorrow.  The pack is painfully cold, and he winces at the feel of it.  A rush of shivers flows over his body and up to his head, redoubling the ache.

“Do you have ibuprofen or something?” Peter asks.

“I thought you said it was no big deal,” Happy replies.

“Uh, well, it’s mostly my head, actually…”  And his fever.  And yeah, maybe a little bit his ribs too.

“You do have a head injury?”

“No!” Peter insists.  “Like, an adrenaline crash headache thing?”

“Ok, here.”  Happy produces pills and a bottle of water.

“Can I have three?”

“You’re a minor.  You get two.”

“Ok, fine.”  Peter swallows the orange coated tablets and exhales as he wills them to flow straight down to his stomach and start making a dent in his overall discomfort.

“I’m supposed to check on you every hour.  So, please stay put and don’t screw with anything.”  Happy closes the first aid kit with attitude and heads for the door.

“Yeah,” Peter sighs absently.  The longer he lies there, the more he’s convinced he’ll be staying horizontal.

The next thing Peter knows, the door’s opening again.  “Are you sleeping?” Happy asks in an inappropriately loud whisper.

“Yes,” Peter groans back.  Well, he’s not anymore.  But it only takes him a moment to drift of again.

When he wakes next, it’s to the sound of something heavy bouncing off the wall.  “Huh?” he breathes. No one’s in the room with him, so of course no one replies.

Peter takes a deep breath, which hurts, and scrubs his hand over his forehead, which also hurts.  The ice pack tucked against his side is burning his overheated skin with its icy bite.  And his stomach hurts now. Fan-flipping-tastic.

The thing hits the wall again, and when raised voices start to sound alongside the thumping, he realizes it’s coming from the room next door.  Peter’s not sure exactly what’s going on, but snatches of “Rhodey…” and “Paralyzed…” and “Captain fucking America…” generally let him know that it’s not good.

In his fevered state, it seems like a good idea to get up and see what’s going on, so that’s what Peter does.  He unwraps from his partial duvet burrito and pads barefoot out of his room and toward Mr. Stark’s.

The door isn’t completely closed, so Peter lets himself in, not paying mind to the fact that he’s partially dressed and entirely uninvited.  “What’s going on?” he asks hoarsely, squinting around.  His headache hasn’t improved with the transition to being upright, and the glare of the overhead lighting isn’t helping.

“Hey, no, this doesn’t concern you,” Tony says, waving Peter away from across the room.  Then he goes back to throwing his fist into the wall.  Maybe Peter imagines it, but it seems like a trickle of dust is falling from the ceiling.  “Happy, can you put him back?”

“I thought I wasn’t supposed to move from watching surveillance footage of Colonel Rhodes in the hospital?” Happy asks unsurely.  He’s seated in a hard chair at a rich mahogany desk, watching pixelated footage of a man apparently sleeping in a hospital bed with machines hooked up to his arms and face.

“Yeah, go put him back, then keep watching,” Tony says.  He lets loose on the wall one more time, then shakes his hand and says, “Where’s the fucking scotch?  I can’t deal with this, all this shit happening…”

“What shit’s happening?” Peter asks.  “I mean, didn’t it end?  With the fight?”

“I’m allowed to say bad words.  You are not,” Tony says, pointing at Peter and blowing some dust off his knuckles.

“Sorry,” Peter apologizes.  He reaches out for the wall, then realizes he’s too far away, so he stumble-steps and tries to casually lean his shoulder against it without betraying that everything in his body’s starting to go to shit.  Which he’s not saying out loud.

“Yeah, well,” Tony says.  “Small potatoes now.  Since Captain goddamn America’s a war criminal, his psycho-killer BFF is on the loose, and my very respectable Air Force colonel BFF is on life support in a hospital that doesn’t even take our insurance!”

“Aw, geez,” Peter says.  “I…I’m really sorry, Mr. Stark.”  It’s news to Peter, and he’s starting to hazily realize how much he’s been kept in the dark.  Captain America… really.  The guy he watches videos of in school. And Stark has such a low opinion of him now.  Peter’s really going to have to re-think his childhood heroes.

Only not right now.  His body’s covered in goosebumps because he’s so cold, and his head’s obviously about to fall off because it hurts so much.  And—no, actually it’s boiling in here.  Something’s seriously wrong with the thermostat.  Or at least his body’s internal one.  Sweat prickles on Peter’s upper lip and a surge of sudden and unexpected nausea licks through his chest on the way to his throat.

“You, you were a big help,” Tony says, pointing at Peter again.  “I just can’t believe that fucking Boy Scout isn’t backing down.  He’s hurting more people than he’s helping.”  He tears his fingers angrily through his hair.  “And for once I’m on the right side of things, trying to keep people from dying.  Like freakingRhodey.  And what thanks do I get?  Oh, just some combat against people I thought were my friends.”

“Yeah, that’s…” Peter says, fishing for something to say while also swallowing hard to keep his stomach in place.  “I’m really sorry.”

“Not your goddamn fault,” Tony whispers to the floor.  He raises his head and takes in Peter’s look. “You’re way too pale.  Happy, I think the kid needs a scotch too.  Or, what am I saying, maybe like a cherry coke or something.”

“Actually,” Peter says, his voice breaking a little, “I don’t…”  The floor’s falling out from under him.  There’s too much spit in his mouth, and it all tastes sour.  “I don’t feel that good.”

“Yeah, of course you don’t,” Tony dismisses, missing Peter’s message.  “Do they still make that, what’s it called, French vanilla Dr. Pepper?”

Bile explodes into Peter’s throat, and he claps a hand over his mouth.  “I’m gonna be sick,” he mutters, taking off for the bathroom.

“The hell?”  Tony leaps out of Peter’s way.  Peter slams his knees into the cold tile floor and heaves hard, reverberations lancing up his ribs in a painful web of neural flares.

“Hey, chill out, ok?”  Tony’s hand tentatively pats Peter’s shoulder.  Bile and stomach acid hit the toilet water.  Peter doesn’t have a lot to expel.

“Happy?” Tony calls, away from Peter’s ear.  “Why didn’t you tell me I had a sick kid on my hands?”

“He’s not sick,” Happy’s voice replies.

“He’s puking and he has a fever,” Tony responds.  “He’s sick.”

“Well, he wasn’t feeling good, but he just got beat up.  What was I supposed to think?”

“I’m ok,” Peter murmurs, spitting out ropes of snot and breathing through the urge to gag again.  “Don’t…don’t worry about me.”

“Too late,” Tony says.  “D’you think you can go lay down or something?”

Peter retches and brings up a splash of something that really shouldn’t have chunks in it.  He squeezes his eyes shut so he doesn’t have to see whatever he ate last Tuesday make an unwelcome reappearance.

“Ok, never mind,” Tony says.  “Ginger ale, maybe?  Or a fever reducer?  Assuming you’re stomach’s going to calm down.”

“Already…took ibuprofen,” Peter pants, his words echoing wetly back at him.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Happy,” Tony shouts, his footsteps pounding out of the bathroom.  “You gave him meds on an empty stomach?  It’s always like this with kids.  You have to give them like, half a banana or a Scooby snack or something or they’re gonna ralph everywhere for sure.  You were there that time Barton’s family came around, right?”

“’m not a kid…” Peter mumbles.  He rides out the next spasming retch and listens to the padding of Tony’s sneakers approach again.

“I’m sorry you’re sick,” Tony says, leaning back against the door frame.  “I’m gonna fix this.”

“Hey, don’t worry about me, Mr. Stark,” Peter says, surfacing from the toilet and rubbing the back of his hand across his sweaty lip.  “I don’t want to distract you—”  Peter pauses to hiccup.  “Or anything.  Just. I’ll be ok.”

“Sure you will.”  Tony checks his watch.  “I’ve got 22 hours to get you back to normal, or May will never let me take you anywhere ever again.”  Then he calls out to Happy, “Do you think we can order saltines from room service?”

Peter smiles.  Laughs.  Then hacks until he gags again.

#spider-man: homecoming #spiderman #marvel #mcu #fanfic #fanfiction #sickfic #emeto #emetophilia #peter parker #tony stark #happy #happy hogan #please tell me if there's a better way to tag this

[ziloufs]

The slipperiest country

Summary: Dan and Phil in Greece. 

Fluffy, fluff of that time, like 3 months ago or something, where dan and phil went to Greece, and we got some prime flirting between phil and tom daley, plus a vv soft boy, ~~Shirtless~~ dan.

Rating: M (just some spicy mouth to mouth)

Word count: 3370

Read on ao3

AN: finally, after sitting on this pile of trash for 3 months I’ve curated it into something presentable. Im trying to work on my writing, and am working towards making a multi-chaptered fic. (a rlly long one)

Living so close to the mediterranean had its perks, a single plane could fly straight to a beautiful, culture rich country. Blue water, different people, new sights, new sounds. Nothing in Greece was grey and bleak. Dan and phil were looking forward to their “mini couple’s holiday”.

It had been a few weeks of preparation to get ahead of schedule on videos, but phil was working towards something he was definitely going to enjoy. A private vacation with dan; bryony and wirrow would be there too, but having them around was almost second nature; it was going to be a comfortable trip. It was Dan who first proposed the idea of Greece, and unbeknownst to phil, he and Bryony had already started planning things over coffee last week.

“Bry, it’s gonna be great, we can take a private boat out or something,  and then take a tour of the coast.” Dan said through a bite of biscotti. He held the bitten end to gesticulate the rest of his sentence. “And, since you get off work for 5 days next week--”

“It’d be brilliant! We can both take our men on a romantic getaway, away from the grey of London and into the blue of Santorini .” Bryony exclaimed, a grandiose tone in her voice.

Dan grimaced at the label, ‘romantic getaway’, but then started up with laughter. Bry joined in.

“A Romantic getaway indeed... but yeah, i’ll have to check with Phil, as I haven’t exactly told him yet.”

Bryony quirked an eyebrow.

“So this trip is just a ploy for us both to go to Greece alone, and find some hot mediterranean lads?”

This time Dan didn’t grimace. He sputtered out his coffee.

A week later they had all their videos queued, bags packed —that was a lie, Dan still hadn’t put his stuff in order, much to Phil’s dismay —and were getting ready for the early wakeup. Phil was in his pajamas, shirtless, messily combing fingers through his hair. All the while, Dan was admiring the way his back flexed and the smooth outlines of his body. They were way past the point of normal-bedtimes-for-a-six-am-wake-up, but then again, every bedtime for them was at an ungodly hour. Dan tugged at the sheets, crawling under the ten layers of fabric Phil called, “bed spreading”.

“I can’t wait to see you all shirtless tomorrow.” Dan hummed, watching Phil make his way to the bed, sporting a poignant quiff.

“I’m wearing nothing right now though?”

“Yeah, but tomorrow, it’ll be us, and the sun —plus you’ll be wearing those new swimming trunks I bought you.”

Phil made a sour expression.

“You mean the ones that I hate, because they’re too tight on my ass?”

“Yes.” Dan smirked, turning over to Phil who was reaching over to the bedside table. He snuck his hand under the duvet and groped Phil's butt.

“I mean, the trunks are fine, it’s your fault for having a big butt.”

If Dan decided to be a responsible adult, he would go to sleep. But everything was different when he had a Phil in his bed. Phil turned over to face him, fully offended. Dan gave him a peck on the lips to compensate.

“Oi! We have an early start tomorrow.” Phil grabbed dan’s hand. He didn’t want to feel like death in the morning, but fooling around with dan was getting the best of him. Maybe it was the pre-holiday excitement, or the fact that they worked their asses off for the entire last week, minimal intimacy, but Phil was slowly giving way to his desires. Dan dragged a hand up Phil's chest, and tapped it twice along his collar bones.

“Early start, early shmart Philly, I have a better bedtime remedy. Better than scrolling through twitter mentions for half an hour.” Dan cooed. He moved in closer to whisper against Phil's neck. God, it was late and Dan was really warm against him. “And it might involve my mouth.” Phil shivered. Dan looked up at him with soft eyes, his cheeks were blooming. It was still nice to be flirty and coy, even after all this time. The suggestive tones, and the playful groping were apart of the wonderful structure of their relationship. He loved Dan so damn much.

Phil pulled Dan onto himself, and grinned. “Show me then?”

_______________________________________

“Fuck.”

“We slept in.”

“ and I-- I didn’t pack yet.”

“DANnnnnnn!”

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They suffered the consequences of last nights activities, but in Phil’s opinion, (and Dan's by proxy) it was worth it. Last night was the bread basket to his three course meal. Dan was going to be his dinner, and Greece was the chef special; Phil immediately grimaced at the metaphor

Rushing to the taxi, they had only 45 minutes before boarding started, and the airport was 20 minutes away. Phil was feverishly calculating numbers and minutes when they threw all their stuff into the cab. Luckily, they planned on meeting Bryony and Wirrow at Heathrow and would convene in the lobby. Approximately five iphone checks later, 23 minutes had gone by, and dan and phil were bumbling out of the cab. Right near the doors to the lobby, Bry and wirrow were sat on a bench.

“Boys! Where were you?! Wirrow and I have been here for half an hour, and we bought you some coffee, but it’s probably gone cold.”

“You were also the ones who invited us, remember?” Wirrow chimned in.

“Well we uh--” Phil started.

“--I didn’t pack till this morning.” Dan said sheepishly. Bryony shook her head, and hugged them both nonetheless.

“Still glad you actually made it though.” She said. “Knowing you two, it's a miracle you guys arrive on time.”

Dan and phil were getting shit, but honestly, they deserved it. Again Phil thought, totally worth it.

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Contrary to popular belief, they weren't going to fly in business class —especially not with Phil in charge of their budget. It was once Phil who said, “it would be a mockery to purchase more leg room for a 2 hour flight”.

Then, it was nice sometimes. Squeezing into a plane seat, granted with anonymity around other passengers. Phil was able reach for his hand, and it would be hidden within the confines of their seat. These little moments of touch reminded him of who he was, and what he had. He felt lucky.

An hour into the flight, Phil looked up from his laptop, and glanced at dan. He was gazing out of the window. The sky was glowing, and the sun was starting to rise; Dan was very nice to look at. And, if it wasn't for that fact that he didn’t want to disturb Dan’s bubble of serenity, Phil would’ve reached out and pet one of his curls. Dan felt eyes on him. After being around someone for eight years, their little behaviors tended to be routinely. While still staring out into the bright sunrise, Dan blindly reached for phil’s thigh and rested his palm on the warm jean fabric. Phil snuck a look around the passenger cabin, it was habit. Most people were sleeping, others watching films, or gazing out the window much like Dan. Satisfied with the setting, Phil leant close to Dan’s cheek, and gave him a slow kiss. It was risky, but no one had seen and even if they did, the morning-drunkenness would’ve made them second guess their perception.

The kiss intensified the feeling. After breaking away and giving dan another glance, he looked intoxicating now: messy untamed curls, long dark eyelashes, and a face illuminated by the golden sunrise. Without hesitation he kissed him again, and when he pulled back, a little moist patch appeared on Dan’s peach-soft skin.

“What was that for?” Dan turned away from the window, his eyes flitting across the cabin. Dan stopped blushing at unexpected kisses years ago, but sometimes, Phil would catch him at a vulnerable moment, where he would be sleepy, or deep in thought. This was one of those times.

“You looked pretty.” Phil stated plainly. Somehow, in those three words, his tone reflected the illustrious descriptions in his mind. “And now you’re blushing.”

Dan was too tired to make a smart remark, so he just looked away from Phil’s stare, and let his hand on Phil’s thigh, rub softly back and forth.

“Can’t wait to get to the hotel.” Dan sighed. “I want more now, wanna kiss your neck.” He lowered his tone, and now it felt like anyone could listen in if they wanted to. Dan gave a yawn, and leaned back into his seat. Him and Phil had loads of time —that was one of the benefits of having forever with somebody— but sometimes, ‘soon’, or ‘later’ was too long a wait.

“We could go to the toilets?” Phil offered.

Dan practically snorted.

“Youre joking right? I love you, but I thought this thing we had going on, was like, going to be romantic or something.”

“Daniel howell, a romantic!?” Phil guffawed.

“Shut up, you know I’m a sap, plus our legs are too long and spindly to be pretzeled up in a plane’s toilets.”

Phil closed his eyes and rested his head against dan’s shoulder. He hummed in agreement.

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“Bry and I may have gone a little over-board with the accommodation, but…” Dan started.

“So you decided to book a beach-side house with a private pool!? .… and, oh my god! is that a garden terrace?” Wirrow rushed over to the neatly trimmed shrubbery and delicate pink orchids. The four of them wandered the outer property in awe. For a couple days, this was a pretty elaborate set-up.

“And the house comes with two master bedrooms, they’re on opposite sides of the house.” Bryony added. “So you know what that means…”

Phil turned a blind eye, and Dan just groaned. Wirrow was still preoccupied with the somewhat amazing landscaping that had been done to the terrace.

“Bry shut up!” Dan laughed, rushing towards the back entrance of the house. “I’ll lock you out!”

(This “threat” provided the bulk of their exercise on that trip: who could make it to the door first.)

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The first day had been eventful. Touring the local shops, taking a half day boat trip on the coast (which in turn provided some quality cannonball “diving” videos for Phil) and finally, mimosa’s by the pool during the sunset. Both couple’s were situated on the reclined patio chairs, Bryony lying in between Wirrow's legs, and two chairs pushed right next to each other for Phil and Dan. The sky was clear, making a perfect warm gradient of colour and the temperature was dropping, the fleeting warmth of the grecian sun washing over the terrace one last time. They all sipped their fruity beverages in silence; it had been a hot energetic day, now it was cooling, and they could wind-down like respectable adults —that being with an alcoholic beverage, and the one they loved most. As the sun left its final brilliant glow, disappearing beyond the horizon, Bryony and Wirrow stood up with their empty glasses.

“We’re gonna head inside, I won’t lock you guys out, but, I make no promises.” Wirrow said, a slightly drunk and giggling Bryony behind him. Phil looked at Dan, and then to Wirrow.

“That’s okay if you lock us out, I have dan to keep me warm.” Phil leant over the chairs and lazily pulled Dan into his grip. He peppered kisses on his cheek.

“Babe, we better leave them to their own devices, Phil is drunk drunk.” Bryony giggled.

Through the intimate onslaught of Phil, Dan looked up in bemusement.

“Right, and you aren’t?”

“Were not as drunk as you too —On sickening amounts of love, that is.” She sneered. Wirrow laughed in agreement.

“Night guys, Use protection!” they yelled from the house and in turn, Dan gave the finger in the direction of the door. So, maybe Dan wanted to make-out with boyfriend during twilight. The others had gone inside and it was too dark to make out full figures anyways. Their activities were going to stay deliciously ambiguous.

“I love being here with you right now.” Phil was kissing Dan’s neck with him on his lap.  

“Mmm, the entire boat ride I wanted to rip those shorts off of you. I don’t even care that they cost £40--”

Phil paused his ministrations on Dan’s neck, and looked at him wide-eyed.

“Dan!”

This guy, Dan thought.

“What? Also, I didn’t say stop.”

“You’re lucky I’m kind of drunk, and a little bit turned on right now.” Phil threatened, resuming the spot on Dan’s neck where he was sucking the skin lightly. They had five days, enough time for a hickey to fade, as long as he didn’t suck any--

“Harder, Phil.” Dan was really enjoying this, plus he could always wear a scarf.

Everything felt slow and wonderful, even the biting evening air was making their radius of heat, hotter. Dan dragged his fingers through Phil’s sea-water dried hair, and gently guided his face away from his neck.

“My turn.” Dan mirrored phils previous actions, while slowly dragging up Phil’s shirt. The cool night air was making everything stiff.

“Ahh it’s too cold Dan.” He whined, watching as dan pushed his shirt up to his chin, fully exposing his chest and nipples. They were definitely hard, the breeze was light, but any stimulation was enough really.

“Let me try something, and then we can go inside, yeah?” Dan asked. Phil acquiesced, then leaned in for another hot mouthed kiss. Dan ducked his head down to the pink rounds of phil’s nipples, kissing around one, and nipping playfully at the skin. Right against Phil’s chest, he could feel his buzzing heartbeat, and contracting breaths. Hopefully Bry or Wirrow didn’t decide to look out of their window tonight.

“Ahhh, too much, Dan,” Phil felt sensory numb, but he didn’t want it to stop. “We should...go...uhhh.. inside.” he said again, through broken whimpers.

With a mouthful of Phil, Dan feigned ignorance, and instead moved to his other nipple, treating it as equally rough as the last. Phil was a moaning mess.

“Now you’re just being rude, stop teasing.” Phil started.

Dan stopped and looked up at phil with wide eyes and a sultry look. His lips were swollen and slick —truly a sight to see. Even through the haziness of sex, Phil was still keen enough to admire Dan’s mussed up hair, and shining red lips.

“I want this , like right now, but not outside.” Phil chuckled, reaching out to Dan’s eager face and brushing his fingers across his mouth. He let the tip of his index finger slide beyond his lips, and Dan accepted it and sucked. It wasn’t for any particular reason, besides fulfilling his infatuation with Dan’s mouth. Dan hopped off Phil's lap and grabbed his wrist, attempting to help him up from the lawn chair. The chair caught on Phil's foot and resulted in him tripping right into Dan’s arms.

“I didn't think I could actually sweep you of your feet.” He exclaimed, while Phil was just barely holding on, clinging weakly to Dan’s shoulders.

“Fuck...you.” He muttered.

“Yeah, but we have to go inside first. You wanted to, remember?” Dan was snickering, and curving an arm around Phil's waist to lead him to the door.

“I hate you.”

“--Hate you too philly.”

Phil ducked his head to hide his grin.

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That was essentially how the rest of their trip went. Hot skin on skin. New freckles each day. Alcohol by the poolside and banter with friends. It was tranquility.

By the fourth day, phil was approaching poached lobster, peppered with spots, while Dan was insistently pestering him that he needed some sort of night-skin-mask, along with the “spf 200”, unless he “wanted to shed his skin in a horrible sun-frying accident.”

“Why don’t we try this one phil? Argan oil, vitamin E and… soy.” Dan offered, sifting through the entire shelf of various creams and ointments meant to aide burns on the whitest of the white. “You know, I read somewhere that soy cures burns or something, I mean it said--”

“Can’t we just get aloe? That’s good, and like, traditional.” He picked up a green bottle filled with the gelatinous plant product. “And I’m making you massage it in!”

“Fine phil.” Dan said, nudging him in the shoulder. It was a ploy for a free massage wasn’t it,  Dan thought to himself.

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“Y’know I heard somewhere that guys use aloe as ‘male enhancement’.” Phil said nonchalantly, as Dan squeezed the first few globs of aloe vera onto his back. They were in their room at the “villa”, situated on the luxurious white bed sheets that were soon to be dirtied.

“And why were you looking up dick size remedies?” Dan asked, spreading the gel around the most burnt part of phil’s back; the irritation was intensely bright red, and if Dan wasn’t so invested in Phil’s answer, he might have found the colour comical.

“You know I wasn’t!” Phil exclaimed, “I just went on an internet tangent, and may have seen some videos I regret.”

“Flip over I need your chest.” Dan motioned with his hands for Phil to roll. “And of course you weren’t. I’m sure this definitely wasn’t your way to get me to use aloe to wank you off.”

Phil tried to hide a blush. Dan stopped rubbing circles on his chest.

“Wait, you-- you’re not serious are you?”

“...Thats why I wanted to get it at the store,” Phil shied away. “And it’s basically lube.”

Dan moved from sitting back on his heels, to sitting over phil’s thighs, and wiped the excess aloe onto phil’s stomach. He leaned down chest to chest with phil and looked up at him.

“Babe, this is honestly not the weirdest thing we’ve done for sex.” Dan sympathized. Phil just blinked, yet his blush was maintaining. “--Besides, I thought you’d be a bit more jaded to this whole ‘let’s talk about our kinks’ thing.”

“Hey, I am too.” Phil brought his hand to rest in Dan’s curls.

“Right…. Your face is as red as your back.” Dan plopped a kiss of either of Phil’s cheeks.“-- very cute.”

“Just get the aloe.” Phil murmured, lifting his head ever so slightly to meet Dan’s lips. Dan laughed through the kiss.

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It was time to go home, and Dan was hanging upside down on their bed, Phil was across the room, shirtless. From a blurry view, Dan was squinting hard to count the freckles on phils back. He got to 52 before Phil interrupted him.

“Why are you hanging there in silence?”

“Procrastinating.”

“--Leaving this place you mean?”

Dan sighed, and by Phils standards, slid awkwardly out of his position on the bed.

“It’s just, when we go back, we’re going to have to do more work.”

“But it’s our new place, it’ll be nice to go home. ” Phil wandered over to Dan’s space, and put a hand on his shoulder. Dan brought him into a hug and spoke into his shoulder.

“Yeah, but you’re going to be wearing a shirt all the time now.” They swayed quietly in this dancing embrace for a little moment longer, till Phil broke away and planted a kiss on Dan’s forehead. They were looking at each other, enjoy the closeness. Dan leant up to Phil and kissed the corner of his mouth, and then squarely on the lips. He was being a bit petulant, but he really didn’t want to leave.

“As soon as we get home, i’ll do a strip show just for you.” Phil smiled, patting a hand on Dan’s shoulder.

“Phillllll.” dan whined. “I feel like I should be laughing at the idea of you doing a stripshow, but that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“Who’ve you been hanging around?”

“Only you.”

He kissed Dan hard.

“Whoa, what was that for?” Dan stepped back from the intensity of the kiss.

“I just remembered that I love you.”

“Philip Lester, a romantic?!” Dan giggled, throwing Phil’s own words right back at him.

"You know I'm a sap."  He loved Dan so damn much.

#fanfiction #phanfiction #fanfic #dan and phil #greece #daniel howell #phil lester #amazingphil #danisnotonfire #fluff #fic #spicy #mouth to mouth #hehehe #I am not a smut professional so there isn't anything crazy guys #vacation #my works #phan

[shannonfreakingleto]

Do Or Die:Part Nine

Taylor’s POV

Enjoying being back on the road Shannon was trying hard to work out the small bumps in our relationship, trying to put time aside from his busy schedule we spent most nights curled up together either chatting or watching a movie.

Lying in the newest hotel room we laid under the duvet watching the next episode of the newest TV series we decided to watch, smiling as Torrie’s screams sounded from the room next to us we sniggered as they were making up for lost time. Hearing their moans of pleasure Shannon grabbed the remote and turned the volume up, moving over I rested against his chest.  

Working our way through the episodes I relaxed against Shannon as I slowly felt myself relaxing, hearing a knock on the door Shannon growled as he got up to answer. Hearing Torrie and Jared on the other side I smiled, hurrying into the room Torrie climbed into bed beside me. Laughing I forgot we had planned a movie night, growling Shannon sighed as he climbed back into the bed. Grabbing the remote I smiled up at him as Torrie and I quickly chose the movie, taking the popcorn from Jared we all relaxed back and began sitting in a comfortable silence.

Laughing as the movie ended Shannon and Jared stood up and danced around to the end credits, holding onto my sides Torrie and I laughed loudly as we watched them both. Wiping my eyes as the tears ran down my cheeks my sides hurt from laughing so hard, taking a few deep breaths Shannon jumped on me and pinned me to the bed. Blowing raspberries on my face I squealed with laugher, smiling as he kissed over my face I squirmed from underneath him.

“Shannon…Babe get off!” Laughing I struggled to move, kissing and nibbling down my neck Shannon growled before pulling away.

Smiling I ran my hands over his head, tugging on his hair gently Jared cleared his throat. Glancing over at them Torrie climbed into his lap, sighing happily in unison we both started to laugh. Rolling over I leaned into Shannon as my breathing slowed back down to a normal pace.

“Tell us how Shannon and you met again’ Torrie asked as she made herself comfortable.

"Oh, come on do they have to!” Jared groaned, laughing Shannon nodded

“Yeah, I mean come on Torrie, how many times have you heard this?” Shannon agreed

“Over a thousand times but I like hearing it…come on Tay please” Torrie pleaded, laughing I nodded and sat up a little

“Fine but you’re getting the shortened version” I laughed, glancing up at Shannon he made a face, laughing I took a deep breath before starting our story from years ago.

*Back Story*

Looking through the shelves of CDs I smiled as I pulled one out, placing it into a pile on the side I moved down the aisle in my own little world, humming along to the tune that was being played in the store, I was brought back to the present when a CD came flying over to me, hitting my hand it fell to the floor. Jumping as it fell to the floor I glanced at my hand as it left a small mark, bending over I picked it up and looked in the direction it came from.  

‘What the hell’ I said to the man standing across from me biting his lip trying not to laugh

Looking at the man he didn’t hide the fact he was looking up and down my body, licking over his lips he smiled. Glaring at him I waited for a reasonable explanation, walking the short distance to me he leaned against the shelves, licking over his lips again he bit his bottom lip as he slowly dragged his eyes up to meet mine.

“Hi…I’m Shannon, what’s your name beautiful” He smiled, shaking my head I couldn’t believe the nerve of this guy.

‘Ok then…I’m Taylor…now Shannon why did you throw this at me’ I said holding the CD up for him to see, smirking he gestured to my pile I had already picked out

‘You don’t have a very good taste in music. Mine is a lot better, you look like the kinda girl that would listen to it, so I thought I’d give you it’ he replied as he crossed his arms, rolling my eyes I laughed, looking at him I shook my head.

‘My music taste is fine thank you very much, plus is it too hard to walk over like a normal person and hand the CD to me’ I said looking at it not wanting to meet his intense hazel stare

‘If you say so, handing it over like a normal person would have just been awkward, you were in your own little world when I was watching you so I thought I would just throw it to be less awkward’ He smiled shrugging, staring at him I let out a snort

‘So, you throw it at me thinking that wouldn’t be awkward either? Then you tell me you’ve been watching me…yeah nothing weird about that at all. Anyway thanks…Shannon I’ll take your advice, I’m going to pay and leave this awkward situation. Have a nice life’ I said as I waved over my shoulder.

Calling out a goodbye I felt the smiling tugging on my lips, smiling I paid for my things. Walking out the store I pulled out the CD Shannon had given me, reading over it I couldn’t wait to listen to it, sighing I walked the short distance to my car.

Spending the rest of the week running errands Shannon had been right, listening to the CD in the car for the past week I was beginning to like it even more. Finishing up my errands for the day I sang along to my favourite song on the CD as I drove to my favourite little café to get a coffee and relax with a book.  

Entering the coffee shop, I smiled as the bell chimed above me voicing my entrance, climbing up into my usual seat by the counter I rested my feet on the stool. Leaning over the counter I smiled as the waitress winked and started to make my coffee, smiling back at her I pulled my book out and started to read. Sipping my coffee, I thanked Lynsey before returning to my book, turning the page, I slowly lost myself in the story.

Smiling as I finished my coffee I swung my legs from the high stool, ordering another coffee a while later time seemed to disappear. Taking a bite of their famous cupcake, I smiled as I turned the page again, chewing I licked over my lips as a bright yellow packet popped into the corner of my eye. Reading the rest of the paragraph I stopped and stared at the page as another little yellow packet had landed directly on top of it, sighing I looked up to the direction it came from. Sighing my face was screwed up preparing to tell the person off for interrupting me, when my eyes landed on a somewhat familiar face I groaned.

‘Not you again’ I said as I tossed the sugar packet onto the counter, smiling he pushed himself off of the end of the counter and slowly stalked over to me. Swinging the chair around he slowly climbed up into it, resting his arms on the counter he ordered a coffee before returning his attention to me.

‘So, you remember me CD girl…Taylor right?’ Shannon said smiling wide, shaking my head he was the last person I wanted to see right now.

‘What is your obsession with throwing things at me…Think I need some sugar?’ I ask motioning to my coffee, shaking his head violently he smirked.

‘No, you’re sweet enough’ He smirked as he winked

Blushing I looked away, smirking I grabbed one of the sugar packets and threw it at him. Trying to catch it he laughed loudly, smiling as his laugh boomed around the small cafe. Biting my lip, I tried to act not interested, opening my book I cleared my throat as I tried to start reading again. Re-read the same sentence a few times I felt Shannon’s eyes on me, moving in my seat a little I took a small sip of coffee. Feeling him watching my every move I turned the page scanning the text.  

‘Is there a problem I’m a little busy’ I sighed, shaking his head he just smiled

‘No….No problem at all’ He smirked, shaking my head I picked another few packets of sugar up and tossed them at him.

‘Well stop staring at me, weirdo’ I smiled

Laughing again he turned to face the front, smiling I felt the butterflies dancing in my stomach. Sipping the last of my coffee I gathered my things, saying a quick bye to Lynsey I didn’t utter a word to Shannon. Holding onto my phone I quickly left the coffee shop, letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face as I walked to the small park a little down the road. Finding a quiet spot, I sat down on a bench, taking a deep breath, my mind wandered over Shannon again. Licking my lips, I shook my head a little trying to get the image of him out of my head.  

Texting my best friend Torrie, I pulled my book out, going back to where I left off I started to read again. Reading over the chapter I relaxed back on the bench as someone sat beside me, holding my breath a little I slowed down. Licking my lips, I looked from the corner of my eye to see the figure slowly sliding along the bench towards me, feeling paranoid I subtlety moved over a little as I readjusted.

Holding onto my bag tightly I held onto the book ready for whatever the stranger had coming, licking across my lips the breath caught in my throat as they moved even closer. Feeling them leaning against my shoulder my whole body went stiff.

‘Hi Taylor…Fancy meeting you here’ Shannon smiled as he looked out across the park, feeling my heart leap into my chest I felt like a bag of nerves.

'The hell Shannon! Are you trying to give me a heart attack….and why do you keep following me!’ I said moving to look at him, putting some distance between us I waited for him to answer

Smiling he pulled his sunglasses off, waiting I swallowed hard as I was finally able to look over him. Realising how attractive he was I felt my cheeks flush, noticing the tattoo’s he smirked as I checked him out. Noticing his muscular frame, I slowly looked back up at him to look into his intense hazel stare.  

‘Why did you bother chasing me down again’ I asked, watching him his full lips spread into a smile, moving closer to me again he didn’t stop smiling.

‘Because I want to get to know you’ He smiled, shaking my head I closed my book giving him my full attention.

‘But why’ I sigh

‘Because I want to get to know you, you seem really cool…plus your beautiful’ He smiled as he winked

Dropping my eyes from his I felt myself blushing under his stare, wiping a hair away from my face I mumbled a small thank you. Drumming his hands on his thighs he smiled, reaching into his back pocket he pulled his phone out. Sitting there I didn’t know what to say as he scrolled through his phone, smiling he handed it over to me.

‘Here give me your number so I can get to know you better’ He smiled,  

‘I can’t give you my number I don’t know you’ I frowned

‘That’s the point. I really want to get to know you. Plus, I would like to go back to the music shop and tell you which CD’s to buy, you really need to update your collection’ Shannon smiled.

Holding his phone up my heart leapt out my chest as I looked into his warm eyes, taking his phone with shaky hands I typed my number into a new contact. Fighting with the thoughts in my head I was torn in two as I typed my number, sighing as he felt different I trusted him already. Swallowing the lump in my throat I handed him his phone back, looking over the number he saved it into his phone. Sending out a quick text his eyes lit up as my phone dinged with a new message, smiling as he stood up he put his phone in his pocket.

‘See you around Taylor’ Shannon smiled

Winking he turned and walked back the road we came, watching him looking away I wiped my sweaty palms on my legs. Letting out a shaky breath I closed my eyes briefly, waiting a few moments I took my phone out and saved his number. Slowly standing up I gathered my things with the thought of him on my mind.

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Jumping on the band wagon…

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Alec Lightwood-Shadowhunters (Part 1)

I sat there, eyeing up Valentine as he ate his dinner. Mine sat on the table, unreachable due to the chains that kept me where I was as I was his prisoner, kept by my capture as way to get to my brother and his friends. My name is Y/N Wayland, I'm 24 and Shadowhunter and I'm a mom. Long story short I have a 4 year old son, Jackson Alexander Lightwood and he was the only reason I hadn't tried to end it. when I was twenty I fell in love with a boy named James who after we ran away together I found out I was pregnant and James turned out to be Valentine. So here I was watching the man I despised with all my life, watching him eat.

"Y/N dear, I believe the child wants your company." He asked pointing toward the door where my son stood. I turned to him and smiled, hiding the chains that kept me seated, the best I could. "Jax, sweetie, please go back to your room. I'll be there in a second." I smiled back as he nodded quickly and turned around and ran, I assume to his bedroom/cell.

I turned to Valentine and sat there, looking at him while he watched my son run off. "I know, why you told the boy I wasn't his father, and I was rather glad you did. He wasn't apart of my plan to get you pregnant it was and accident. But I believe I have found a rather fitting role for the boy." He whispered darkly in my ear as he unchained me.

"Go see my boy, please, tell him I'm his father, I think it's time he knew. I hope you tell him tonight as I think we may have guests and I would like him to meet them." He laughed as he pushed me towards the door.

I let my tired, broken legs carry my beaten and bruised body towards the door and into my sons room. As I made my way into his room I was him sat on his bed, holding onto a book that was from the year I was taken that held lot's of stories I had written about my friends and family from when I was back home, my real home, not the one I was made to go to in London, the one that I had spent the entire last four years fighting to get back to. the one in New York.

"Mama, can you read me a story?" Jax asked, handing me the book and climbing onto my lap,"The one about uncle Jace and Daddy." He requested. I took the book from his hands and watched his face light up, growing happier and happier with every page I turned trying to find the story he wanted. I decided against telling Jax who his father was, I knew it would break is heart when he finds out about valentine being his father.

At around the age of three, Jax began asking about his father and as Valentine as said he didn't want Jax in the first place, I decided I would tell him Alec Lightwood, I boy who I was In love with for most of my life, was his father. I didn't want him to grow to be the man Valentine was I wanted him to be just like his "dad".

"Right mister, lets get under the covers and read." I smiled as I picked him up and put him on the bed, climbing onto the bed and we snuggled under the duvet while I began to read.

"OK, so when we were little, about 16 years old, Uncle Jace, Auntie Izzy, Daddy and Mummy were on a mission." I began, reading the words I had written all those years ago. Words I had spoken a thousand times to Jax.

"To a hotel full of vampires." Jax shouted excitedly.

"Am I telling this story or are you?" I asked his, tickling him a little. His little laugh sounded around the room and I smiled, something I have only ever done with Jax. "Right, well, let me carry on." I laughed. "But yes, we were sent to a vamp den in a hotel, about 20 blocks away from the institute.

"We had gotten our weapons and left for the hotel, Izzy and  falling behind a little bit behind the boys, as she kept bugging me about my crush on Alec. Once we arrived at the hotel, it got really quiet, so we were really anxious.

"We got ready and together we began to enter the hotel. We walked around the hotel a little but we didn't find any vamps, that was when Izzy suggested we split up. Izzy and I went one way, upstairs, while Daddy and Uncle Jace stayed down stairs. So auntie Izzy and I were walking around upstairs when all of a sudden we were surrounded by Vampires."

"Where you scared?" Jax interrupted. I nodded and smiled.

"Izzy and I both were but we knew Daddy and uncle Jace would save the day, they always did." I reassured him. I kissed the top of his head and began reading again wen I heard a loud racket coming from down the hall. I grabbed Jax, who was now scarred and tears ran down his face, and ran the a near by room and hid the best we could.

"Shh baby, it's OK I promise."  whispered quietly in his ear. "Come stop your crying, it will be alright. Here take my hand and hold it tight" I sang and his ear calming him the best I could in this situation. "I will protect you from all around you, I will be here don't you cry." I continued to sing softly in his ear until I heard a noise come from out side the door.

I held Jax tighter against my chest and waited as the door handle slowly turned.  The next moment seemed to happen in slow motion, the door opened and there, in the doorway stood my best friend in the whole entire world, Isabel Lightwood.

"Izzy!" I cried as a carefully put Jax on the floor and ran towards her. She seemed a little shocked and confused at first but it soon hit her who I was.

"Y/N, is that you?" She asked pulling me away slightly as to get a better look at my ace. I nodded and smiled at her.

"Yeah it's me." I cried, actual tear ran down my face. It was then that I heard a small voice call from the corner we had been hiding in. "Mama" He called as he came running over to me. Jax hugged on to my leg tightly and looked up a Izzy.

"Is that..did he just call you mama?" Izzy asked as I picked him up.

"Long story."  told her kissing Jax' head.

"Well you can tell us when we get to the institute. We need to go." She told me as she grabbed my hand I nodded and followed her, stopping quickly to grab my notebook of stories and the photos I kept in Jax' room. I ran back out and followed Izzy, Jax safe in my arms.

"I found Y/N." I heard Izzy say, I looked to see she was on the phone. "Yeah, she's a bit banged up but looks OK." she yelled ad she pulled me with her.

She pulled me out of the building and into a car. I got in the back, holding Jax in my arms. I heard Izzy yell at the driver to go and she turned to me, looking at Jax who was staring for fall asleep in my arms.

Jax was small, four years old with raven black hair and beautiful brown eyes. Really if you didn't know any better, you would think he was Alec' child. Izzy seemed to see that but didn't say anything, she just sat letting me sit there, singing Jax softly to sleep. I kept my eyes on he window, watching as we drove further and further away from my prison.

The car soon came to a stop outside the institute and Izzy and  climbed out, Jax still sleeping in my arms. I couldn't help but smile as I walked through the doors of the institute as it had barely changed in the time I had been gone.

"Alec and Jace will be home soon, I'll take you to your room and you can get yourselves cleaned up. I will grab some of my clothes and I will see if i can find any of Max' old clothes for Jax." Izzy told me as we walked down the long hall until we stopped out side a room that once belonged to me.

After a quick thank you to Izzy I placed Jax on the bed where he slept and I jumped in the shower. I walked into the room after to find a pile of clothes on the bed, one for me and a set for Jax. I changed into the clothes and I carefully, with out waking him, changed Jax too so he was out of the dirty clothes he spent a lot of time in. I tucked Jax in the bed and quietly walked out to go to the kitchen where Izzy said she would be.

"Hey" I said, grabbing her attention as she set food down on the table, I looked at her and raised and eyebrow, pointing at the food.

"I didn't cook it, don't worry." She mumbled, sulking as I clapped my had and sat to the table, eating the food. I ate it quickly as I didn't really get many meals with....no, I don't want to think about him, he is gone now and I an finally home.

"Slow down tiger, you're gonna give your self a tummy ache," I heard some one say, bringing me out of my thoughts. I turned around to see Jace, leaning against the door frame. Without a second thought I ran in to his waiting arms.

"J" I laughed as he hugged me tight.

"(First letter of your name) it's been a while." He laughed as he pulled away and took a look at me, "Jesus, Y/N, you look like crap." he muttered.

I was about to say something back when we were interrupted by someone walking in. I turned to see Alec walking in with Jax in his arms.

"Hey, I found this little guy wondering around the hall, who does he belong to?" Alec asked, he eyes never leaving Jax' face, who quickly answered Alec' question by jumping out of his arms and running straight to me. I caught him in my arms and picked him up and balanced him on my hip.

"Mama, I lost you." he sniffled as he buried his head in my neck. I smiled at him and kissed the top of his head.

"It's OK baby boy, I'm right here." I told him softly.

"Wait, you have a kid?" Jace asked, I nodded and looked at the others.

"Yeah" i replied.

"When did that happen?" Alec asked.

"About four years ago." I answered, smiling down at my son.

"Who's that dad?" Izzy asked. I looked up at them again and sighed, covering Jax' ears so he couldn't hear me.

"Valentine." I whispered, watching my friends faces shift to both shock and anger. "But I kinda told him It was Alec" I finished looking down again.

"Valentine is his father?" Jace whispered. I nodded and I felt my eyes well up.

"Yeah, you remember James?" I asked then and watched as they all nodded. "Well he was valentine. about a year before I was taken from you guys I started dating him to get over my crush on Al...someone, and I kinda fell for him. It was about nine months into the relationship and he changed, he started hitting me, he made me do thing I didn't want to do.  A few months later I told him I was pregnant and he go angry and hit me hard, I woke up a while later and I was tide up and James was sat watching me, turned out he had a big secret and he reveled his true self. After that he kept me locked up and only let me care for Jax when I needed to."

"So James was Valentine all along, Izzy asked. I nodded and cried a little.

"Yeah, he was, well is, horrible. when Jax turned three he started asking who his father was. I couldn't bring myself to tell him that the man who kept his mummy chained up and away from him was his dad and it had been four years since I was taken so I didn't think I would see you guys again, so I told him his dads name was Alec Lightwood and  he was the greatest man I knew. I continued as I looked down at a now sleeping Jax who had fallen a sleep in my arms.

"I didn't want him to grow up like Valentine so I gave him the father he deserved.

"Why did you choose Alec?" Jace asked, I looked over at him and Alec and smiled.

"In my defense, I didn't think I would ever see him again." I laughed before continuing." I had a crush on Alec for most of my life and I guess, Alec was the best person I could ever hope for my son to be like when he grew up.

Alec always put others before himself, he cares for his family and he will do anything for them and I wanted Jax to be just like his "dad" and aunt Izzy." I finished, smiling down at my sleeping baby boy.

"So, his name is Jax?" Alec finally spoke, after what seemed like forever. I looked up at him and smiled a sad smile.

"Jackson Alexander Lightwood. Jax for short. Look now I'm free from that monster, I will tell him the truth, I'm sorry." I told him, tears falling down my face.

"Hey, Y/N, It's OK." He whispered as he walked over to my side.

"It's not like I wouldn't have done the same thing if I was in your position." Izzy reassured me as she walked over and stood by her brother. she reached over and stroked his black hair gently, "Besides it would be fun to have a nephew to spoil." she laughed as she lent down and kissed his head softly.

"Come on Jace, I think we should leave these two to talk." Izzy instructed as she grabbed Jace shirt and pulled him out of the kitchen, leaving me and Alec alone with a sleeping Jax.

"I should get him to bed." I told Alec as I stood up and started to walk towards the door.

"Here, I'll take him." Alec said as he carefully took Jax from my arms.

"Thanks" I smiled at him as we walked to my room.

"It really is OK you know." Alec said out of the blue, surprising me a little. I looked up at him confused. "That you gave your son my name and told him I was his dad. 'm willing to play along, until you are ready to tell him other wise, if you want to that is." he explained.

I was a little shocked by is comment but I smiled up at him. "You don't need to do that Alec, I appreciate your offer though." I told him.

"you should know, I missed you, while you were gone. I just about died when I lost you." He spoke quietly and slowly. "when you first told us about James, my heart shattered into a million pieces. i had missed my chance to tell you how I felt about you." he shrugged, careful not to wake Jax. " I tried to find you, I looked for two years but I had to stop looking because the clave said you were likely dead." He continued.

We stopped outside my room and I let him in so he could put Jax down on my bed. "I will sort him a bed tomorrow, he can have the room next to yours, so he is close by." Alec declared before he walked out of the room. "Goodnight Y/Y" He said before closing the door, and left. I stood there just starring at the door,

Good night Alec" I whispered before shutting the light of and falling asleep with my son in my arms.

*The Next Morning*

"And this is when your mum and I pranked uncle Jace, he looked so funny." I heard who I assumed was Izzy. I shifted on my bed and felt for Jax but he wasn't there, which panicked me a little.

"Yeah, Mama told me." I heard Jax reply, instantly calming my nerves.

"After that uncle Jace pranked your mama, he turned her hair purple which she kept for a while." Izzy continued. I sat up to find Jax sitting on Izzy's lap, on the floor, surrounded by pictures. Izzy turned to look at me and laughed, "Oh that looks like a keeper." Izzy smiled as she picked up a camera and took a photo of me, bed head and all.

"Me and Mama now?" Jax asked as he stood up and ran over to the bed. I helped him on and he sat in my lap as Izzy toke a photo of us.

"Done" She smiled.

Jax turned to face me  and smiled a big tooth grin, "Morning mama." He spoke and he kissed my cheek and climbed off of my bed and ran to sit with Izzy.

"Morning buddy. Izzy do you mind if I take a shower, can you watch him?" I asked and I stood and grabbed a towel from my draws.

"Sure, there are some clean clothes there for you and I dug some on max' clothes out so the should fit Jax." she smiled handed me a set of clothes. I thanked her and headed in the bathroom where I showered.

I didn't shower much when I was chained up so it felt so good showering and with hot water too. And using soup and shampoo, I was in heaven.

After I finished showering I dried myself off and I changed into a pair of black skinny jeans a tight red top and a pair of black knee high boots which were given to my by Izzy.

I let my hair fall into it's natural state before applying a little concealer and foundation that Izzy had found to cover up any cuts, scars and bruises I had on my face and once I had done that I added mascara and a bright red lip stick. I looked on the shelves and found a necklace that belonged to me before I was taken.  picked it up and put it on smiling at the memory.

It was a little silver bow and arrow that Alec had given me for my 16th birthday. that year I had gotten a lot of gifts but my favorites were a cat eye broach I had gotten from my friend Magnas Baine, I silver whip like Izzy's from Mr and Mrs Lightwood and a tiny silver ring that said sister along the band and a photo frame that said family in red glittery writing, inside the frame was a picture of Jace and Alec, Izzy and I in front, from Izzy,

My 16th birthday was one of my favorite memories. that was the night Alec had stolen a bottle of wine and we snuck up to the roof of the institute and we drank the wine, under the stars and that was where he gave me the necklace. and he kissed me for the first time. He never kissed me again tat night, we both were drinking and we blamed it on the wine.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when there was a knock at my bedroom door on the other side of the door, I heard Izzy say something then call my name. I opened my door to see Izzy holding Jax, who was wearing a pair a black skinny jeans, a black shirt and a red bow tie. along with a pair of black converse. Jace stood by Izzy, poking Jax in the tummy making him laugh and Alec stood by the door watching the two with a huge smile on my face.

"Are you sure you're only four, you seem older." Jace questioned Jax who laughed loud.

"Yes and you are 20, auntie Izzy is 20 and Mummy and my Daddy are 24." Jax stated proudly. I laughed and quickly every ones attention was on me, "Mama." Jax shouted as he jumped out of Izzys arms and ran towards my waiting arms.

"Jackson Alexander Lightwood, look how handsome and grown up you are."  gushed, tears filling my eyes as I had never seen him in proper, clean clothes before today.

"Auntie Izzy found them for me." He smiled before he leaned in close and whispered in my ear. "Who's that?" He asked pointing over at Alec.

I guess Alec heard because he too looked at me with what looked like wonder in his eyes, waiting for my answer. I looked over at Alec and then back to Jax who starred at me. It was then that I decided I would do anything and everything to keep the truth from him, he thought the world of the man I had told him was his dad and I couldn't destroy that. So I smiled at Jax and pointed to Alec who smiled and waved.

"That, is Alec Lightwood." I told him, know that was all I had to say in order for Jax to know who he was. Jax'' eyes widened and his smile grew bigger.

"That's him?" His asked me in a whisper. I nodded and smiled as I heard him whisper "He's real" to himself mostly. He then started to fidget in my arms so I put him down and as soon as his feet hit the floor he was off, running towards Alec who picked him up and balanced him on his hip.

"Hi" Alec said smiling.

"Hi." Jax replied, it was quiet for a second, Jace, Izzy and I watching the two.

"You're him, you're my dad." Jax whispered and he hugged Alec tight. Alec only nodded, holding on tight to Jax who looked as thought he was never going to let go.

Part 2

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